Six Sentence Sunday

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The set up:

Marcus is in a quandary. He wants both of his best friends, but thinks it might be better if he just severed his ties with everybody. Jolynn and Max have spent the day getting to know each other while Marcus was taking care of some business. Now he might just have other business that needs attending.

Six Sentence Sunday

Her mouth was sweet with a taste of cinnamon, Max had tasted of whisky. Max’s kiss was hot and hard, firm lips, a brush of whisker; Jolynn’s was warm, soft, inviting. Max had pressed his hard cock against his, Jolynn rubbed her tight breasts against his chest.

It was a nicely calculated move from the both of them. Jolynn’s “Oops,” had been a little too casual, and although Marcus had stepped back at the interruption, Max hadn’t gone anywhere. In fact, he’d moved closer, and was now resting a hand on Marcus’ lower back. 

The Dom in him came to life. 

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The full scene:

“Marcus, baby,” Max said in his smoky deep voice, “your secret is safe with me. I’ll never let anyone know that one of the biggest, baddest Doms around is really a soft touch when it comes to lost dogs and damsels in distress.”

Max took a step closer, and their chests brushed. Marcus took a quick breath, but didn’t say anything. This move would be up to Max. Forehead to forehead, chest to chest they stood. Their breath mingled, then Max slanted his head sideways and closed the distance to brush his lips in a gentle kiss.

Max was putting it out there, taking a chance, showing Marcus he was willing to try. He’d been waiting, just as he’d said he would. Marcus had already pushed Max away several times, not cruelly, but to give him time to consider whether he was ready to explore this change in lifestyle. It seemed he’d decided.

He cupped Max’s face and deepened the kiss. There was no mistaking the heat and desire in the instant reaction that flared between them. Max groaned and leaned into the embrace, connecting the men from thigh to chest.

Marcus pressed Max against the island counter, circled his hips, and rubbed their straining cocks together. He thrust his tongue into Max’s mouth, thinking of all the other places he’d like to lick. Max sucked on Marcus’ tongue, and it was a promise of what was to come. Threading his fingers into the golden waves of Max’s hair, Marcus angled his kiss again, changing the rhythm, driving their hips in time with the way his tongue was fucking Max’s mouth.

“Oops. Sorry, Max,” Jolynn said, walking into the room. “Oh, God, I just need to tell you two…that is so hot!”

Max gave a shuddery little laugh, Marcus stepped swiftly back, and Jolynn just kept on coming. She was wearing the silky black robe he’d bought her, and her long legs seemed to stretch endlessly as she stalked across the room to stand chest to chest with him. Her nipples were hard little nubs that poked against the fabric and brushed against his chest. She moved even closer, lowered her eyelids, and raised her mouth to his.

Her mouth was sweet with a taste of cinnamon, Max had tasted of whisky. Max’s kiss was hot and hard, firm lips, a brush of whisker; Jolynn’s was warm, soft, inviting. Max had pressed his hard cock against his, Jolynn rubbed her tight breasts against his chest.

It was a nicely calculated move from the both of them. Jolynn’s “Oops,” had been a little too casual, and although Marcus had stepped back at the interruption, Max hadn’t gone anywhere. In fact, he’d moved closer, and was now resting a hand on Marcus’ lower back.

The Dom in him came to life. He drew back from Jolynn, captured her lower lip between his teeth, and bit. He gave her lip a tug before he let her go.

Her eyes were heavy with desire. He hid his smile, knowing she had a lot to learn about being submissive. Not that he believed she would be much of a submissive. No, he thought, she would enjoy occasionally being dominated when it came to bed play, but not in her everyday life. Neither would Max. They both were decisive and absolutely in charge of every part of their work lives. But something about having him take control in bed-play yanked their chains.

Enough with the relationship worry. Max knew the cost for going forward. The two of them had obviously talked, so he would assume Jolynn decided to play. At least for tonight. The first lesson for both of them was easy: he was in charge. No more plotting sexcapades behind his back. The second? Delayed gratification. The subs would please the master.