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Landon

Going out to dinner with Mason and Leah is probably exactly what we need. It’ll give Nicole a chance to talk to Mase, and we all need to eat. Besides, who doesn’t want a dose of Leah’s good energy? That woman can turn anyone’s frown upside down, so I’m hoping like Hell she’ll be able to get Nicole to let go a little more. Or at least relax.

Don’t get me wrong. I love fucking our girl boneless, but it’s not sustainable. Wait. Don’t get me wrong with that one either. I can fuck all day and night and the only one who can match my stamina is Kerrington, so she’s got plenty of dick ready to go whenever she wants it. I’m just saying sex is not all there is to what we want from her. Free use is fun and all, but we want her heart, not just her body.

It's annoying that she won’t open up to us all the way and tell us what’s going on in her pretty little head.

Mason might be able to get it out of her, though .

“What should I wear?” Nicole asks from the bathroom doorway. I’m shaving and Kerrington’s in the shower.

“Whatever you want, Duchess.” She pouts and I suddenly understand that she doesn’t want to pick. She just wants to be told. “Wear my Henley and pair of leggings if you’ve got some. You’ll be in Kerrington’s coat.”

She perks right up and disappears with a smile on her face. There’s no good reason for putting her in our clothes when she’s got a fat suitcase full of her own expensive threads, but I love seeing her in our stuff. I don’t need a good reason. I just fucking want it this way. Guess she’s on board with that, going off the smile on her sweet face.

Kerr gets out of the shower and it’s hard to focus on shaving my jawline when he looks so goddamn scrumptious. His dark hair is slicked back and his muscles contract as he dries off.

“Want to play Control?”

With the razor poised to slide down my cheek, I send Kerrington a devilish glare. “It’s been a while since we did that.”

His grin goes a mile wide. “Is that a yes?”

“Fuck yes, it’s a yes.”

He slaps my ass and walks out of the bathroom to let me finish getting ready and to prep for the game we love to play.

When I come out, albeit it, twenty minutes later, Nicole and Kerrington are in the living room and she’s on his lap, kissing him.

Goddamn I love seeing these two together. “Ready?”

“Are you?” Kerrington cocks his brow at me as he slips his hand into his front pants pocket. A second later, the butt plug in my ass vibrates and I tense.

“Mmmph.”

“Words, Landon. Use them.”

“I’m… fuuuuck, I’m ready.” Walking with this thing going off inside me is a bit of a challenge, but I manage.

“What’s happening?” Nicole asks, a little concerned.

“You didn’t tell her?”

Kerrington shrugs as he gets the door for us. “Thought you’d want the honor.”

“Tell me what?” Nicole rests her hands on her hips at the threshold. “What are you two up to because I want in on it.”

Oh, she will be. “We sometimes play this game called Control.” Fucking hell, my dick’s already getting hard.

The fucker’s changed the setting to pulse.

“And what’s that mean?”

“I have the control.” Kerrington pulls out the little fob from his pocket. “And Landon has to maintain his control when he orgasms out in public.”

Her eyes blow wide as they sail down to my crotch. “And what happens if you lose control? ”

“Oh, he will. Many, many times,” Kerrington says with a cocky smile. “He loves it.”

“So do you.” Fucking Christ, I’m going to blow just thinking about it. I’m not usually a hair trigger, and I definitely can hold my orgasms for a while, but with this incessant stimulation, and Nicole in on it, I kind of want to blow fast just to make her watch. “Do you want to play, too, Duchess?”

“I am not going to have a buzzer in my butt while sitting across the table from Mason and Leah. No way.”

“That’s fine. Then be the catcher,” Kerrington offers.

“And what am I catching, exactly?”

I grunt, rubbing my dick through my pants because the need for release gets too strong to hold back and behave.

Her mouth drops, and she turns to Kerrington. “Whoa.”

I brace against the doorjamb. Our hotel suite door is wide open, and I’m whipping my cock out already. Pumping myself, it doesn’t take long before the first orgasm strikes me. “Give me your mouth, Duchess.”

She doesn’t hesitate to drop to her knees and suck me off while I blow my load down her throat. It’s over fast. Too fast.

“Let’s go.” Kerrington leaves first and I’m still helping Nicole back to her feet.

“How long will you play this game? ”

“For however long I can stand it.” Which will be a few hours at least. My max was eleven hours, and I thought I was going to die. It would have been a glorious death, not gonna lie.

“Do I get to catch it every time you…” She makes a little explosion gesture with her hands.

“Probably not. Unless you want to crawl under the table at the restaurant with Mase and Leah there. I certainly won’t stop you.”

Her cheeks blaze, and she doesn’t say another word. I tuck myself away and follow her out of the suite and into the elevator, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

“You good?” Kerrington asks, already checking in with me.

“Peachy.”

As we hit the lobby, the motherfucker turns the setting up to a faster, steady vibration.

By the time we’re halfway to the restaurant, “I’m going to come again.”

The sensations are too much to fight and the urge to stroke myself and get off is not something I’ll deny. Unbuckling my belt and pulling my dick out, I stroke myself and stare at Kerrington through the rearview mirror while he drives.

“Hold it,” he commands.

“Can’t… too… close.”

“Hold. It.”

As much as I want to obey, my bratty side has other plans. Flipping him the bird, I jerk off faster. “Duchess, catch it. ”

Nicole insisted we both sit in the backseat, and she hasn’t taken her eyes off me since. My girl leans down and sucks the head of my dick until the wave of pleasure rides through me and I lean back with a sigh. “This is gonna be a long evening.”

“You’re a fucking hair-trigger tonight.”

I’m not insulted by it. He’s right. “Can you blame me? Look at our scene. Hottie in the driver’s seat with the control to my ass. And the most stunning creature in the world ready to suck me off. I’m going to take full advantage of this until I’m drained dry.”

Nicole giggles and swipes cum from the corner of her mouth. Instead of licking it or wiping it on something, she reaches over and offers it to Kerrington. Without missing a beat, he sucks her finger and groans.

“Yeah. I’m in so much trouble tonight.” Leaning back, I press my head against the cool window, hoping it’ll help ease my burn.

Once we pull up to the restaurant and hand the keys to valet, I have to stop, mid-way up the fucking steps, and take a minute. My dick’s straining for attention, pinned against the waistband of my dress slacks, and my balls are drawing up tight.

A fast climax shutters through me, making my knees buckle and I whip my arm out, holding Kerrington’s shoulder to keep upright. My cock jerks in my pants, pumping cum all over the fabric. My heart beats a mile a minute.

“This is so fun,” Nicole whispers loudly to Kerrington.

I flip them both the middle finger, and stand on my own again. Sweat trickles down my back.

I’m wheezing.

“After you.” Kerrington holds the door for me. The bastard has the nerve to smack my ass as I go past him. Reaching out, I grab Nicole’s hand and squeeze it while the hostess brings us to our table. Mason and Leah aren’t here yet. Thank fuck.

Kerrington changes the setting to full blast, and I jolt in my seat.

“Tell me when you’re close,” Nicole urges with a recklessness to her tone.

Sweat blooms across my forehead and my vision warbles. I’m already squirming, rubbing my cock through my pants. “Fucking hell, I suck at this tonight.”

Kerrington leans on his elbows and stares at me with this big, evil grin. The control is in his hand, and he makes a show of clicking the setting to a fast pulse.

“Duchess.” My head drops as I squeeze my eyes shut and try really fucking hard to not… lose… contr— “I’m too close.”

Nicole shimmies under the table, surprising us both completely. In a flurry, she yanks on my pants and sucks the head of my dick while I spurt out whatever cum I have left. My body is going to be bone dry after this evening. I need to drink a lot of water. When my orgasm is over, she doesn’t get up, though.

“Sweet Jesus, we’re gonna get arrested,” I whimper, holding her head, petting her hair while she sucks me off a little while longer.

“Mason’s here,” Kerrington announces.

Nicole pops off me so fast, she bops her head on the table, rattling the silverware and wine glasses. While she scrambles back up into her seat, I duck away so she can’t see me laugh.

This is way more fun with her joining in on the game.

“Hi!” Leah waves as she hurries over to us. We all get out of our seats to hug her, and she makes her rounds, landing next to Nicole at the table while Mason sits next to me.

“Switch,” Kerrington says automatically to him.

“Aw fuck.” Mason knows we play these games sometimes. He’s even more into voyeurism and exhibitionism than we are. No shame in our games.

Kerrington puts his hand on my thigh once he sits next to me and we’re all cuddled up in the booth together, looking out at the bar area.

The server arrives with a platter of freshly sliced citrus for our waters and takes our cocktail orders. My ass buzzes at a new setting, and I’m confused. What the—

Kerrington’s not holding the remote anymore. He’s gripping his ice water with one hand, the other is resting on my thigh.

The setting changes again, making me jump a little.

Kerr squeezes my leg reassuringly, aaaaand my gaze swings to Nicole. She’s got this beautifully wicked smile, half hidden behind her glass of water that’s got two lemon slices floating in it. She winks and the setting changes again.

My dick’s too hard for this setup. I’m going to lose control too quickly, and I’ve got to figure out my game plan because sitting directly across from me is Mason, watching Nicole with concern. Because of course he’s worried about her. She showed up at his house, needing help, and now she’s—

I blindly grip Kerrington’s hand and squeeze it so hard, I think I might break it. My orgasm has my vision going white for a few seconds and beads of sweat drip down my temples.

“So how is the Brazen Bunny going?” Kerrington asks Leah and Mason while simultaneously handing me his glass of water.

I’ve already drank all mine.

I chug his glass in four gulps.

“I’ve got so many sponsors already,” Leah announces with delight. “And Mase has been working on the techy stuff day and night. Were you able to finesse the payment system idea for us, Lan? ”

“Of course,” I say, wiping my sweaty brow. My dick’s flaccid, for once, and I pray it stays that way through the main course. “I’ll show you what we’ve got in a day or two. I’m still working on a few of the…mmph… the kinks.”

Shooting Nicole dagger eyes, I swear my heart rate kicks into stroke territory as the need to touch myself takes over and I can’t do anything but grin and bear it. Dinner takes forever. By the grace of all things unholy, I keep some control. I’ve only orgasmed two more times and with nothing left in my balls, my pants are barely soaked.

“Good boy,” Kerrington growls against my ear as he pretends to reach over for the salt. “You look amazing all spent and relaxed.”

Mason, Leah, and Nicole are rattling off about something I’m too spaced out to keep up with. Our girl changed the setting just before dessert, and I’ve been coasting through a long, weak climax that’s lasted several minutes.

“You still doing okay?” Kerrington whispers casually in my ear.

I nod, taking another sip of water.

“Need a break?”

I shake my head and clench my teeth. My control improves the more I come, anyway. My body numbs out once subspace and exhaustion kicks in.

Doesn’t mean I don’t have the shakes, though. It feels good .

Nicole secretly rests her hand on my other thigh, and I love having them both touch me at the same time.

Our gazes all swerve to the approaching server. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Just the check, to me, please,” Mason replies.

Nicole surprises me by turning my head towards her and kissing me. The gesture comes out of nowhere and sends me soaring through the roof. A kiss is such a powerful thing sometimes, and in the state I’m in, the endorphins buzzing through my system intensify the tenderness of her touch.

“Wow,” Leah says with her chin resting on her hand. “You three are so cute together.”

Nicole clears her throat and takes a sip of her wine. “Who says we’re together?”

“You’re not?” Leah counters. “Because Lan’s been doing a shit job of holding himself together all night, and Kerrington’s watched the two of you like a hawk. And whatever you’ve got in your hand makes a sweet little clicky sound, so someone’s got something happening somewhere.”

Mason buries his head in his hands. “Nicole.”

She drops the remote in her lap and acts all innocent. “What?”

Leah bursts into laughter. “Poor Landon.”

“Don’t feel bad for him,” Mason huffs. “ Knowing him, he asked for it.”

“I swear I didn’t,” I say, giving up trying to hide my exhaustion. “Jesus, I need more water. And a nap. And a shower.”

Our server returns with the check, and Mason swiftly pays the bill. I think the best part of my friendships is the fact that no one ever shames me for what I like and how I like it. Mason and Leah have never played with Kerrington and I, but they support us in every way, which makes spontaneous scenes like this much more fun.

I love them.

Just as we’re about to head out, Mason stops Nicole. “I need to talk with you.”

Her brow furrows. “Okay. Let’s go to the bar.”

They leave Leah with us, and we make our way to the valet.

“Is she going to be okay?” Leah asks. “Mason’s worried sick about her, and after you two hauled her out the other day, I’ve gotta say, seeing her this way with the two of you is nice.”

“We’re taking good care of her,” Kerrington promises.

She gives him a hug and drops her tone. “Take care of each other .”

“We are,” I assure her. “And if we have it our way, Nicole’s not going back to New York.”

Leah’s eyebrows rise to her hairline. “Really?”

“Really,” Kerrington nods. “She’s ours. We just need her to fucking get on board with that.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

I shrug and stuff my hands in my pockets. “Then we’re buying a house with a basement and chaining her to the radiator down there.”

Leah tips her head back and cackle laughs.