The Doxy's Daybook: A Friday in Two Acts by Sable Jordan Page A

bit of the orgasm from me, prolonging it, making me want more.  My hips rock in ecstatic frenzy as he continues to work my bud until all I can do is shake.  His lips find my belly, tongue blazes a trail from navel to neck. 
    A breath from my ear he murmurs, “Can’t wait to be inside you, sweetheart.”
    The simple words send another jolt to my core. I want him there, inside me, right this instant.  But that’s not his game.
    Tony’s good.  He very nearly made me drop out of character.  He wants me like this, all achy and needy; wants to keep me waiting for him until I’m mad with desire. 
    By all appearances Tony’s a genuinely nice guy, but I suspect he does this with his female partners—talks sweetly, keeps them on edge, makes them fall for him.  It’s a stroke to his male ego to know he can get them all hot and bothered and satisfy them when he’s damn good and ready.  If I had to guess I’d say it’s the intimacy of his actions that aggravates Thad more than the actual intercourse. 
    I smile into his brown eyes.  Over his shoulder I catch Thad standing from the chair, his lover’s ass in the air an obvious enticement.  He leans forward, swipes his tongue over Tony’s puckered hole.  At least that’s what I assume from the way Tony’s eyes close and he bites down hard on his lower lip.  The look of surrender is sexy on him. Thad pulls at Tony’s waist, bringing him back toward the foot of the bed. 
    With strong hands Thad flips Tony over, lopes the long legs over his shoulders.  I hand Thad a condom, which he rolls on quickly before fisting his cock and guiding it into Tony’s backside.  Thad withdraws, glides in again, over and over.  It’s an amazing thing to watch two strong, powerful men make love to each other, so I move closer to enjoy the show, play audience for a while. 
    Thad leans down to find his lover’s lips, forcing Tony’s legs back so far his knees almost touch the bed.  This gentle side is reserved just for Tony, and from the man’s delighted hum it’s a side of Thad he’d like to see more often. 
    “Want more, darlin’?”
    Tony nods as Thad regains his height and pulls back again.  Both men’s eyes shut tight, hard bodies finding a familiar rhythm as they get lost in each other’s touch. Tony’s veined cock waves in the space between them, the crown purple with the rising passion. 
    Knees caging Tony’s head again, I wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking in time with Thad’s thrusts.
    “Oh, fuck,” Tony whimpers.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
    “Not yet,” Thad growls, increases his pace.  A hand on each of Tony’s thighs keeps them apart.  His eyes lock on mine.
    I don’t need words to understand that look.  My hand slows, trying to stave off the release Thad is holding out for.  His hips slam into Tony’s ass with enough force to make me lose my balance, and I have to widen my stance over Tony’s face to keep centered.  Tony’s abs go tight and I know he’s going to come soon, but Thad doesn’t let up, so I grip beneath Tony’s throbbing head to hold the orgasm at bay.
    “Jeezus, Thad!”  Tony’s hands clamp on my thighs, fingers digging in, the connection rocking us both.  “Oh, god! Oh, my fuckin’—”
    I move my hand when Thad quickly slips from his lover’s ass and drops to his knees, mouth fitting right over Tony’s cock.  He shoves forward, pulls back in a merciless cadence as Tony twitches uncontrollably beneath him.  His ass lifts from the bed, driving upward into Thad’s mouth.  It doesn’t take long before Tony’s jetting in his boyfriend’s throat.
    “Shit, that’s good!  Feels so fuckin’ good, baby! Fuck, don’t stop….mmmmm…don’t fuckin’ stop…”
    Completely turned on again, I sit back on my heels, watching in fascination while Thad works his jaws.  The bucking stops, and I glance down at the satisfied face between my legs.  Tony’s eyes are hazy.  His chest is mottled red; nipples