Entertaining The Delaneys (A "The Delaneys And Me" Story)

...“All right, then turn ’round to the wall and spread your legs. As I’ve already said, Mr. Buchanan here would like to be entertained as part of the deal we’ve just shaken on. So, Liam, show us what you can do.”

Then he winked at me, I could have sworn it, though the gesture had gone as soon as I thought I’d seen it. Whether it was real or not, it had the effect, strangely, of making me feel safe, God knows why. After all, the Delaneys were the most dangerous people I knew, but, when I mulled it over a little more, I hadn’t come to much harm whilst in their care, and had indeed had a hell of a lot of fun. If I was going to be part of their business package for this hotshot client, then so be it. More than anything, I liked the idea of the twins watching this Mr. Buchanan and me together. Hell, I loved the idea. Bring it on.

I turned ’round, spread my arms and legs and leant against the wall as instructed. A moment later, I felt a finger ease down my back.

“You were right,” Mr. Buchanan whispered. “He is very beautiful. And sparky, too, if I’m not mistaken. I like that. And I can do whatever I want with him?”

“Use a condom and lube,” Johnny said with a growl. “And you can’t hurt him.”

That was the most impassioned sentence I thought I’d ever heard from Johnny, and it made me smile.

“My brother’s right,” Mark warned. “Injury is out of the question and if that happens, all bets are off. Liam belongs to us.”

“Agreed,” said Mr. Buchanan. “Besides, punishment isn’t my thing.”

After that, he didn’t do any more talking and had no need to. He massaged my shoulders and bit me, gently, on the back of my neck, sucking and nibbling at my skin there. One of the twins, I wasn’t sure which, gasped and I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being undone. Someone was keen to see Mr. Buchanan get his rocks off, or to see me fucked. One of the two, maybe both.

Slowly Mr. Buchanan ran his fingers down my spine, and I found myself relaxing into his touch. My cock was at half-mast and my enthusiasm for group sex, and now, voyeurism was starting to amaze me. I’d never realized I was, at heart, quite so modern and I thanked God I’d argued so publicly with my ex, the Delaneys’ cousin, if it ultimately brought me this much sheer fun.

I closed my eyes as Mr. Buchanan followed up his massage of my back with the warmth of his tongue on my skin, and I spread my legs a little more widely to allow him access to all areas. He licked and nibbled his blissful way down my spine, pausing to pay attention to each vertebra. He felt like a lover rather than a one-night stand; it was nice. What felt even better was the fact I was letting him kiss and suck me in obedience to Mark’s command and not because I’d chosen to let him. I wasn’t sure what that made me, but now wasn’t the time to mull it over, particularly as ’round about then my brain disappeared entirely into my balls and I couldn’t have recited my two times table if someone had paid me to do it.

After a while, he started to knead my buttocks and slip his fingers through to my balls, and I couldn’t help but groan. My eyes flashed open and I turned my head to catch sight of Mark sitting, legs wide, on the nearest cream leather chair. His zipper was open and his cock fully erect. He was stroking it whilst watching me and, for some reason, this was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. My cock lurched upward and a few drops of cum spilt from my tip. I began to pant.

“Liam...”

It was only a whisper, from the other side of me, but when I turned to the sound of my name, I saw Johnny, closer than I’d imagined him. He wasn’t undressed, but I could see through his cotton trousers how hard he was. I longed to touch him, but I was afraid of losing my balance and, besides, I didn’t want to touch one twin without touching the other, too. That felt wrong, as somehow I needed them both...