Sully closed his eyes and worked hard to make it feel as good for Mac as Mac always did for him. He gently squeezed Mac’s balls in his hand, massaged his sac, played with his taint.
Mac threw his head back. “I’m fucking close,” he hissed.
Sully grabbed the back of Mac’s thighs and deeply swallowed, fighting his gag reflex. Mac let out a loud moan as he climaxed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck that’s good!”
A strange, warm feeling rolled through Sully. He’d done that to Mac.
Sully had never felt quite like that before.
Mac’s grip in his hair loosened. “Fuck, man, that’s fucking good.”
Sully rocked back on his heels. “Happy?”
“Hell yeah.” He tucked himself into his jeans and kissed Sully after helping him to his feet. “Let’s get back in the wheelhouse.”
Mac took the wheel from Clarisse and slid into the seat. “Pet, suck Sully’s cock.”
She eagerly complied. Mac locked eyes with Sully. Sully helped her with his jeans and grabbed onto the dash for support as she nearly took his knees out with the power of her blow job.
Mac smiled as he watched. Sully’s eyes never left him. “Don’t come yet, Sul.”
Sully groaned. “You fucker.”
“That comes later.” He stared at Sully, amused. “She good?”
“Oh, fuck, Brant. You know she is.”
That spurred Clarisse and her slightly evil playful streak into working even harder to make him come.
Mac glanced around to make sure their way was still clear, then turned back to Sully. “I think you can hold out a little longer.”
Sully’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the dash tighter. “No, fuck, I can’t.”
“I’ll make you suck my cock to the Middle Grounds and back if you can’t hold it.”
Clarisse’s head popped up. “Ooh, I’ll do it!”
“Get back to work, pet,” he growled, trying not to laugh. He knew what she was doing—her interruption had given Sully enough leverage to maintain control.
He leaned over, grabbed Sully’s shirt, and kissed him. “Come for me,” he whispered in Sully’s ear. “Show me how much you love me.”
Sully’s eyes dropped closed as he came. He cried out and held onto the dash as Clarisse eagerly milked his release from his cock.
When he finished, she sat up after placing one last kiss on the softening head.
“Now what?” she asked Mac.
“Go make us lunch, pet.”
Sully’s eyes opened as he stared at Mac. She left them alone. Mac sat back and crooked his finger at Sully. After zipping his jeans, Sully stood next to him.
Mac wrapped his arms around Sully. “I fucking love you, man.
You realize you’re stuck with me for life, right?”
Sully smiled. “I hope so.”
Mac rested his head against Sully’s chest and enjoyed the feel of his lover’s arms around him.
“I can’t believe you put up with me,” Sully said.
“You’re my safe harbor,” he murmured. “I don’t belong anywhere but right here.”
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