Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Fucking hell, boy.” I opened my eyes again and moved my fingers through his hair. “Your mouth was made to suck cock.” I slid a hand down to his throat. “I wanna feel you right here.”
He didn’t stop to take a deep breath or anything; he just continued taking me deeper until he was swallowing around my cock. The sensations sent little balls of lust through my system that exploded within me. I felt his throat constrict convulsively.
“Christ,” I grunted.
River’s hissing sound stole my attention for a moment, and I lifted my gaze to see him fucking Shay in harsh, shallow, quick thrusts. Each one sent jolts up Shay’s delectable body, and I wasn’t sure I could last much longer without going full dirty bastard Daddy on him. I wanted to defile every inch of his body. I wanted my fingers in his mind. I wanted to take everything there was to take.
By the time River was fucking his orgasm into Shay’s ass, I felt like a contained animal.
I had to shift Shay’s sweet mouth away from my cock because I didn’t wanna come yet.
“You’re an amazing little boy.” I gathered his face in my hands and kissed him deeply, swallowing his moans as my brother finished using him.
Shay whimpered and clutched at my shoulder with one hand. “Why are you treating me like a Little?” He screwed his eyes shut and groaned. “And why is it so fucking hot?”
I smiled and brushed a hand over his damp forehead. “I like pushing you.”
River cursed and looked like he’d run a marathon as he pulled out from Shay and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck me…” He blew out a heavy breath. “If we turn this into a proper arrangement and lose the rubbers, I wanna know how many times we can empty our balls in him before he’s too full.”
There’s an idea…
“There’s not going to be an arrangement,” Shay muttered. “But if you’d let me get off soon, I’d appreciate it.”
River lifted a brow. “I wasn’t talking to you, come dumpster.”
Shay bit his lip and rose up on his knees, watching us as we switched places. Only, I wanted us all lying down, with our boy in the middle. While River discarded his condom and crawled up the bed, I rolled one on and positioned myself on my side.
“Clean the come off it.” River gripped the headboard with one hand and Shay’s hair with the other.
No smartass response from Shay after the come dumpster remark. It made me want to test the waters with degradation, and there was no one better than River.
Shay obeyed and sucked Riv’s cock into his mouth. In the meantime, I wrestled his body into position in front of me and then wrapped my fingers around his cock. The boy was definitely hurting for a climax. I stroked him gently, too carefully to amp up his frustrations. Whenever he tried to thrust into my hand, I loosened my hold until he was whining around River.
Precious.
River was satisfied after a minute or so, and by then, I’d let go of Shay’s cock to see if I needed lube. Three fingers right up his ass, eliciting a delightful little yelp, told me there was plenty of lube left from before.
“Do you never warn people?” Shay grated.
“Of course we do.” I shifted a little closer and pressed the head of my cock against his asshole. “But you’re not people.” Then I hitched an arm under his knee and entered him in one smooth motion. Sweet Jesus. I sank my teeth into his shoulder and let the pleasure course through me, eyes closed, and suddenly unable to think about anything other than River’s suggestion about building an arrangement out of this. Hell, we three together would be explosive and addictive.
“Fuck, Reese,” Shay exhaled. “More…”
I hummed and kissed my way up his neck. “I’ll let you come tonight if you call me Daddy.”
“But you’re not my Daddy!” he protested. “And I’m not a Little.”
“Those are the terms.” I withdrew from him and pushed in again, setting an unhurried pace with deep thrusts that made his breath hitch.
I could still admire some of my friends who identified as Daddy Doms and found the title sacred. It was different for me. Titles were what we made them, whether it was age play or the lifestyle of DD/lb. With or without regression, with or without commitment. As long as it felt right, in one way or another. That said, it was rare that it felt right for casual encounters.
It felt right with Shay. It felt right to push him into the mind-set he’d had for most of his stay with us. First as a sick little tyke, then as a cuddly boy in recovery. I wanted him raw and open, and I’d seen enough glimpses to know there was a lot to explore with him. Things he didn’t know himself.