He sobbed for air, so close to orgasm he couldn't bear to pull out.
'I didn't-' He met my thrust with his own, more determined to reach his goal than to deny what he hadn't meant to say. 'I didn't - Oh, yes, like that. Do that again. Oh, sweetheart.'
'And now you forget to call me "babe",' I teased, repeating the motion he'd liked, a quick swivel down his rod.
'Fuck.' He panted hard, double-thrusting through my twist. 'I'll call you sweetheart if I want -Oh, God, I'm going to come.'
With that he lost his powers of speech. He wrenched my thighs apart, then planted his hands behind his hips so he could pump deeper. Our bellies slapped together, sweaty and frantic. His face contracted in agony of suspense, mouthing some word he had no breath to speak. Aching with sympathy, I pinched his nipples. His breath whooshed out. His cock swelled. Lips drawn back in a snarl, he heaved into me once, twice, and then shattered.
'Y-yes,' he groaned, finishing the stroke with a slam.
He spilt hard. His cock twitched so strongly inside me I toppled over the edge in a swell of heat, a climax as comforting as swan's down.
A duet of sighs told me Lou and Amy had timed their crises to match Sean's.
When the last spasm faded, Joe helped me extricate myself from Sean, who had collapsed - limp and sighing - on the bed. Joe dispensed with his condom and I tidied his flaccid penis with a warm facecloth. A drowsy smile softened Sean's rough-and-tumble features. It seemed he liked being babied, after all. Spoilt brat, I thought fondly. His ankles were still bound and, too sated to worry about what he might have said, he let his legs fall open like a frog's. Joe untied the last two velvet straps and threw half the coverlet over him.
Then he turned and offered me a courtly bow, no less graceful for his nudity or his phenomenal erection.
'Mistress,’ he said in a tone of profound respect. I laughed, but I liked the sound of it. 'Yes, Joseph?' He straightened and spread his arms, allowing his dusky cock to make a mute request. 'Yes,' I said, beaming my approval. 'I believe I did save a little room for you.'
Dawn hadn't broken when I heard someone pounding on the front door. Joe was out for the count, but Sean and I sat up. We looked at each other, both pushing hair out of our eyes.
'Lou wouldn't come back at this hour,' he said. 'He's too polite. And Amy couldn't knock that hard.'
The pounding resumed and was joined by the buzzer.
'I better go see who it is.' My pulse skittered as I threw on my dressing gown. Had someone had an accident? Was my ne'er-do-well brother in trouble again?
Sean scrambled out of bed behind me. 'I'm coming with you.'
He didn't wake Joe, but he did grab my favourite fireplace poker.
When we reached the second floor, we heard the words that accompanied the pounding: 'Police. Open up-'
My gaze shot to the living room. Amy and Lou, bless them, had returned everything to its former innocuous state.
With a deep breath to steady my nerves, I flipped the mortice lock. Two uniformed officers waited outside the door, their hands on their holsters, their stance wary.
'Hello, ma'am,' said the nearest. 'We received a report of a racket here tonight.'
My fingers tightened on the door. 'A racket?'
'Loud noises. Shrieking.' He peered behind me and caught sight of Sean and the poker. 'Want to put that down, sir?'
'Sorry.' He set it against the wall. 'We didn't know who could be pounding on the door this late.'
The officer grunted. It was not an apology. 'Mind if we take a look around?'
I stood back as the policemen entered. Between them, they took two steps into the living room, three into the dining room, and one up the stairs. Thorough fellows, those Philly cops - but I was glad for their lackadaisical attitude tonight.
'You folks have a party here?'
'No-o,' I said, with a reasonable facsimile of confusion. I thanked heaven Joe hadn't woken. He couldn't lie to save his life. I nodded towards the VCR. A copy of Silence of the Lambs sat on top - Sean's pick, of course. 'We were watching horror movies, but I can't imagine it was loud enough to -'
'Some people are more sensitive to noise than others,' said the second cop. He was young and still fit. He tugged his belt higher on his trim waist. I hoped Sean wasn't ogling him.
'You said "we",' he continued. 'You and your boyfriend the only ones here?'
'Uh, yeah,’ I said, startled to hear Sean referred to as my boyfriend. 'And our lodger. He's asleep now.'
'Hm,' said the younger cop, but I could tell he wasn't suspicious. 'Must have been the TV then. Next time watch that volume.'
'Yes, sir,’ I said, and thanked them for coming round.
The door shut behind them. Sean scratched his head. 'We weren't that loud, and you certainly didn't shriek.'