Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
It wasn’t natural for me to simply exclude someone, so I had some practicing to do.
Although, there was something I could tell him.
“You’ll be granted one orgasm tonight,” I said. “Make it count.”
James nodded jerkily. “Thank you, Sir. That’s very generous of you.”
“He won’t talk as much later, I think,” Jordan said. “He’ll probably just stand there and jerk off.”
“He can lie on the bed too, but he’s not allowed to do anything until we say otherwise.” I got on the bed again, boxer briefs still on, and I dragged a giggling sweetheart to the center of the big bed. All naked and perfectly beautiful. “He’s definitely not allowed to touch you. You’re all mine and Daddy’s.”
“Yay,” he whispered. “I’m sick of him anyway.”
I rumbled a chuckle and crawled over him. “Because all he can think about is getting fucked and sucking cock.”
I ended up half on top of him, and we met in a deep, tongue-teasing kiss.
He tried to use his toes to push down my underwear, but I laughed and batted away his hand.
“Consider that the last of my self-control.”
He snickered. “Okay, I’ll be good. I’ll be good to Daddy also. I need to make him forgive me.”
“Oh, he’ll forgive you in a heartbeat, little one. You just have to show him you’re serious.”
He nodded and brushed his fingers over my five-o’clock shadow. “I feel bad for testing him. I didn’t know I was doing it until I went too far.”
I hummed and kissed his nose. “How did you feel about the interrogation?”
He widened his eyes. “Daddy was so scary when he got growly. I would’ve confessed to anything!”
I grinned. “Now you know. He’ll shorten that leash very quickly.”
“Yeah. I’m gonna be careful.” He stretched out and peered down between us. “Can I put my hand down there, please?”
Fuck.
I pushed myself up on my elbow. “Sure.”
He licked his lips and scooted lower, just a few inches, so he could reach into my boxer briefs.
“You and Daddy are smoking hot. You know that?”
I combed my fingers through his hair and wondered where that Daddy was. He was taking forever.
“So are you and that husband of yours.”
I drew a breath as I felt his fingers ghost along my cock.
“May I kiss it also? Please?”
I felt my mouth twitch. Something told me he’d push for more until he got everything he wanted, and right in this moment, I didn’t want to deny myself. So I slipped off my underwear, returned to my position, pulled up one knee, and planted my foot on the mattress.
“Is that all you want?” I asked.
“Gosh. No.” He shook his head quickly. “I want it in my mouth, please.”
I gave myself a few unhurried strokes and cast a glance at his fuckable little bottom.
Hurry up, Daddy, or I’m starting without you.
“Give it a kiss first,” I murmured. “Maybe use your little tongue too.”
He scooted farther down and made sure I could see his face when he leaned in. I gripped my cock at the base, and he brushed a featherlight kiss to the head. Then he poked out the tip of his tongue and licked me.
I breathed deeply, getting more turned on, both by him and the rush of possessiveness. Ash and I were going to own this little boy. Which made me think of how we could find as much time as possible to see one another without it affecting our everyday lives.
Jordan and I had discussed it briefly at our lunch. We both had marriages that we wanted to put first. They traveled a lot. We had our children. But apparently Jordan and James were ready to turn a guest room into our filthy hideaway. Where we could meet up for “date nights” and the occasional “Oh, we’re just gonna go play badminton for an hour or so.”
As I watched Jordan flick his tongue against the head of my cock over and over, eventually slowing down to linger longer, I threaded my fingers into his hair and gave him a wordless command. With the slightest push, he took the hint and sucked me into his mouth.
I exhaled.
We had some logistics to work out, primarily around Jordan regressing and the need for aftercare, but considering we’d be right next door, I struggled to see any problems. We’d make it work. We’d build something that suited us perfectly.
“That’s a good boy,” I whispered.
He was an eager little cocksucker, like his husband.
“I see I made it back right on time.” Finally, Ash was here.
Jordan didn’t stop sucking me, but he waved happily, causing me to chuckle.
Ash didn’t come empty-handed. Aside from our bag, he’d brought water, sodas, and snacks.
“I think I’m gonna pop open the balcony doors,” he said. “I reckon we have an hour or so before the others come up, and I can guess what this room is gonna smell like later tonight.”