It Takes Three to Fly (32 page)

As soon as the words spilled from Landon’s lips, he regretted them, and his eyes shot up to Shane. His partner’s face closed up, a cold breeze blowing off his skin.

Shit.
I insulted him.
Trying to correct his mistakes, Landon stopped talking and averted his eyes again.

“You don’t make the demands, Landon Tolliver. I do.” Shane leaned over Landon. Tipping Landon’s chin up with a finger, Shane forced him to lean back until he had to look at him. “And my name is
Sir.
”

Landon shivered, but he was far from cold. His cock burned, his balls boiled. His whole body fucking sweated. “Yes, Sir.” Calling Shane
Sir
didn’t help the heat inside him. Hell, it turned him into a Goddamn inferno. “You want us to call you Sir.”

Shane nodded. “Get up Landon. You are to go find the crop and bring it to me. I have dreamed of the day I could take a crop to your ass.”

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh God.

Getting to his feet, Landon replied, “Yes, Sir.” Then he went searching. He didn’t have to go far. All of their toys and gadgets were housed in the giant master closet. Snatching the crop off the rack, he had the whipping toy in his hands in less than a minute.

Landon jogged out of the closet, stopping on a dime as he crossed the threshold. Across the room by the bed, Katie-Anne still knelt in front of Shane. Only there were three big differences. First, Shane’s pants were around his knees. Second, Katie-Anne had Shane’s huge dick shoved in her tiny mouth. Third, Shane’s face was creased in ecstasy as he face-fucked Katie-Anne.

Watching his lovers in the throes of passion had Landon’s cock swelling, and he nearly dropped the crop in his hand. Somehow, he managed to hold on, though. With lust propelling him forward, driving him closer to his man and his woman, Landon shuffled through the room to the bed. When he reached them, he stood there, silently waiting for Shane’s orders.

Opening his blue-green eyes, Shane observed him. He continued to piston his oversized cock in and out of Katie-Anne’s mouth, and she moaned wantonly around his shaft.

Transfixed, Landon watched the place where Shane’s huge cock pumped in and out of her small mouth. Without realizing it, Landon dropped the crop to the floor and stroked his stiff cock in his hand.

“Stop,” Shane growled, obviously having caught Landon jerking off. “You are not to touch yourself without permission.”

Landon knew that. He knew better than to do what he’d done, but he couldn’t help himself. Seeing the two of them together was enough to turn him into a psychotic nymphomaniac bent on death by orgasm. He needed to be fucked. He needed that orgasm. Hell, he needed to stop stroking his cock or he would come all over his hand.

“I told you to stop,” Shane stated coldly, so frigid that he felt the bite of frost several feet away. Shane fisted Katie-Anne’s hair and pulled her off his cock. A popping noise sounded as she released Shane’s shaft from her enticing mouth.

“Good girl,” Shane crooned with a warm smile that contradicted the blizzard he’d just blown Landon’s way. “I’ll be back.” He headed straight for Landon, his cock bouncing up and down with his steps. “Pick that up and sit it on the bed.”

“Yes, Sir,” Landon responded. He squatted down, heedless to the hard cock dangling between his legs. He scooped the crop up, headed over to the bed, and laid it down. Spinning around, Landon bumped into Shane who had come up behind him. “Oops,” he said.

Shane reached out and steadied him. “Are you comfortable with crops?”

God yes.
Landon’s cock jerked, his painfully engorged shaft colliding with Shane’s, and he groaned gutturally. “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you like crops?”

Landon dipped his head, lowering his eyes. “Yes, Sir. I like crops.”

“Good.” Shane guided his hand between them, trailing down his abdomen to his thick shaft. He squeezed Landon’s aching dick with one hand, his other hand appearing out of nowhere and cupping Landon’s ball sac. “Very good.”

Landon’s eyes slid shut, and he groaned. Of their own volition, his hips jerked, pushing his cock deeper into Shane’s hand. “Yes,” he hissed, then added, “Sir.”

“Look at me,” Shane commanded gruffly. Immediately, Landon pried open his too-heavy eyelids and locked gazes with Shane. Releasing Landon’s cock, Shane then strolled around him. He picked up the crop by the handle before returning to Landon’s line of vision.

Landon eyeballed the nearly two-and-a-half-foot-long, leather-encased instrument of sensual delight in Shane’s hands, and he trembled. His ass cheeks clenched, as if impatiently demanding the mark of the crop.

Shane stared straight at Landon as he lifted the crop then brought it down on his bare-skinned forearm. The distinct crack of the crop striking him reverberated around them, and Landon imagined that the sound was not the skin of Shane’s arm but the flesh of his own ass.

Landon whimpered. One drop of cum leaked from the tip of his dick. As another crack filled the room, another drop seeped out. The word
please
fell from his lips without his knowledge or his permission.

Shane’s face changed, disappointment appearing in his features. “You only speak when spoken to.”

“Yes, S—” Landon started then remembered that Shane hadn’t actually prompted a response.

The disappointment that had been present in Shane’s face faded a little. “You’re doing better than I expected, Landon.” He moved within touching distance of Landon. Extending the tip of the crop, Shane placed it against Landon’s chest. “But I want to see how well you’ll do when I’m whipping you with this.”

Shane traced each muscular indentation of Landon’s chest, caressing his way downward. He worked his way lower and lower still with light brushes sweeping to the left and right. He came to an abrupt halt an inch below Landon’s bellybutton. “Katie-Anne, come here,” he ordered, sounding edgy.

Katie-Anne scrambled to her feet, but the skirt they’d yet to completely remove hindered her. She tangled with the fabric for a moment before hustling over to them. “Sorry,” she apologized then sank to her knees next to Shane.

Landon watched as Katie-Anne situated herself. Kneeling, she opened her legs wide then lowered her ass to rest on her feet. She lifted her head high, straightened her back, and thrust her breasts out. Laying her hands on her thighs, she flipped her palms upward. “Sir?” she asked, averting her eyes.

“I want you to lick his balls,” Shane told Katie-Anne as he strolled around Landon, gliding the crop behind him without losing its connection to Landon’s skin. He halted his movements on the left side of Landon. Resting his hand on Landon’s hip, Shane continued his instructions to Katie-Anne, “Then you are to suck his cock, but do not let him come.”

Katie-Anne nodded. She crawled the remaining steps that divided them before kneeling down and capturing his thick shaft in her hand. She caressed him in even strokes then gently lifted his cock so that she had better access to the sac hidden below.

Landon trembled as he watched Katie-Anne cock her head to the left and touch her nose to the underside of his dick. Inhaling deeply, she purred, and he wondered what the hell smelled so good to her.

Katie-Anne closed her eyes and nuzzled her way to his balls. Her tongue snaked out, and she licked one testicle in the longest, smoothest stroke he’d ever experienced. Then she gave the other the same erotic attention.

A throaty groan spilled from Landon’s lips when Shane eased the crop to the lower half of his ass. Stroking the rod up the curve then back down again, Shane whispered darkly, “Do you remember your safe phrase?”

Landon swallowed. And so did Katie-Anne, only she swallowed his dick. At some point, while Landon had been distracted, Katie-Anne had moved from his balls to his cock. He didn’t know the when’s or the how’s. All he knew was that she had.

Katie-Anne sucked him off, her mouth moving with more speed than finesse. She bobbed her head up and down jerkily, but he didn’t care. The feel of her mouth wrapped around his dick, taking every inch she could take without choking, had his balls clenching.

Shane struck his ass with the crop, and he yelped. Not from pain, just from surprise. “I asked you if you remembered your safe phrase.”

Landon swallowed a second time, trying to answer Shane at the same time as he tried to hold back the cum flooding his shaft. Nearing detonation, he focused on his breathing, controlling it carefully. “Purple penguin,” he growled between one breath and another. “Purple fucking penguin.”

Shane grunted. “All right.” He pulled the crop back and let it fly.

With a
whoosh
then a
crack
, the crop sliced through the air then connected with Landon’s ass. Not expecting Shane to start off so mercilessly, Landon shouted in ecstasy. Lust surged into his bloodstream, pushing cum further into his shaft.

Katie-Anne’s lips softened around the erection straining in her mouth, the warm, wet heat surrounding him and caressing him. She slowed her sucks, tantalizing him with her satiny tongue as she undulated it against the bottom side of his cock.

At the same time, Shane turned sinister with the crop in his hands. He pushed Landon further and further with each brutal stroke, and Landon’s body seemed to be coming apart, pieces scattering into the wind.

One lash after another, Landon bit his bottom lip to keep from begging and pleading. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes as the agony drove his ecstasy, yet he held the moisture back valiantly, refusing to free them.

Shane asked Landon something somewhere off in the distance, but his mind couldn’t connect Shane’s words with his brain, and he definitely couldn’t answer him. The power of speech had eluded him some time ago.

Landon’s mind only knew two things—pain and pleasure—as an intoxicating vortex sucked him in, and he lost sense of the world around him. His mind receded, his body disconnected. Only, he wasn’t orgasming. He was flying through the air.

Landon’s deep emotional response converged with the profound pleasure bombarding him, and he caved. He broke down and let the tears flow, unable to hold them back a second longer. His legs wobbled and gave way, but Shane had him in a strong embrace before he even slipped a full inch. His arms encircled Landon’s waist, and he held him up using his upper body strength.

“Stop, Katie-Anne,” Shane commanded.

Immediately, Katie-Anne ceased her movements. She sat back and waited for Shane’s instruction. “Yes, Sir.”

“He’s not used to this yet,” Shane told Katie-Anne. “He can’t take much more right now.”

Landon agreed wholeheartedly, and he wanted to say so, but he still couldn’t get his brain or mouth to work right. It was like he was no longer himself. He was an elemental being riding the intense waves of something he’d rarely experienced even in heavy scenes at the Edge, something he’d never felt at this magnitude—period. And it was unnerving and exhilarating. He wanted more, and he wanted less.

Panting and becoming more out of it by the second, Landon allowed Shane to help him to the bed and place him on the mattress. Shane gifted him with a tender kiss then turned to Katie-Anne and ordered, “Fuck him, but you are not allowed to come.”

Oh God. Kill me now.

Oh God. Kill me now.
Katie-Anne couldn’t believe how horny sucking Landon’s cock while Shane took a crop to his ass made her. She wasn’t sure that she would be able to follow Shane’s command and fuck Landon without coming the minute his cock slid deep inside her pussy.

Right now, kneeling on the floor near the bed without either of them touching her, she barely managed to hold off her orgasm. How the hell was she supposed to fuck Landon and let him come without coming herself?
Im-fucking-possible.

“I told you to fuck him,” Shane repeated impatiently. “He has done well. I think it is time for him to get a reward. You have yet to earn yours.”

Katie-Anne grunted, but desperate to please him and Landon and receive her treat, she scrambled off the floor in the most unladylike fashion. Discarding her bra and thong quickly, she climbed onto the bed then on top of a spaced out Landon.

Pecking a kiss to Landon’s lips, she stared into his clear blue eyes as she reached around and led his iron shaft to her entrance. “I love you,” she murmured then lowered herself completely onto his enormous erection with a throaty moan.

Unmoving, she relished the feel of his dick piercing her core, the tightness and fullness so deliciously good that her cunt trembled around him.

“Goddamn that is hot,” Shane growled from behind them then stormed over to the nightstand and pulled out a couple of items that she couldn’t see through the erotic euphoria enveloping her.

Katie-Anne didn’t take her eyes off Landon. She watched him carefully, making sure that he was still with her. When she saw that he was, she started to move. Lifting up then sinking down, she rode Landon slowly, not wanting to hurt him. As her confidence grew, so did her movements. She fucked him more forcefully, more powerfully. She rose swiftly then impaled herself with a recklessness.

Grunts and groans slipped from Landon’s mouth, but she wasn’t sure that he was aware of the noise he made. The carnal pleasure on his face said enough for her, arousing her and exciting her further. A fire sparked between them, and she needed more.