Finding Ian (Finding #2) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Finding Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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Jordan gasped as lust slammed into me, stealing my breath.

“At the count of three, Jordan, I want you on your knees, crawling toward me.” David continued to languidly stroke his cock. “Color?”

“Green,” Jordan replied. I knew enough to know that green meant he was all in, yellow was to slow down, and red meant Jordan wanted to stop.

“Good boy,” David told him, making goose bumps journey down my arms.

Good boy. I closed my eyes. Why had no one ever told me I was a good boy? I wanted to be a good boy too and—what the fuck. No. I didn’t want that.

“Ticktock, pup. You have a decision to make.” My eyes snapped open at David’s words. “One.” I didn’t move. “Two.” I held my breath. “Three.”

Jordan knelt.

I watched.

His ass was toward me, the tight globes shifting as Jordan crawled. Jesus, I was aching, caught in the middle of a chaos of desire and fear. I didn’t know what my staying meant, because somehow I knew this was more than just getting off. If I closed the door now, I wouldn’t have to explore, to open myself up to them the way Finley did with Aidan, because that scared the fuck out of me—showing someone all the stuff inside. Giving them power to hurt me. To leave me.

When Jordan reached David, he waited between his legs, ass still facing me.

“What does Daddy’s boy want?”

“Anything you’ll give me,” Jordan replied.

“You’re so very good at this, kitten.” He caressed Jordan’s cheek tenderly, then pushed his thumb between Jordan’s lips. He pushed until Jordan coughed and choked, then pulled back.

“More,” Jordan begged.

“Patience.” David leaned in. “Open.” Jordan did, and David spit in his mouth before taking Jordan’s lips with his.

My knees went weak as I watched the scene play out before me…wanting…craving…

When David pulled back, his eyes were on me. “Our pup is watching.” He kept saying that, the word our. He called Jordan our kitten and me our pup, and it was there, on the tip of my tongue, to tell him I didn’t belong to anyone and they weren’t mine, but I swallowed it down.

“I know. Want him too, Daddy,” Jordan said, making me reach out and grab the post to hold myself up.

“Look at him. He’s hard for us.”

Jordan did as told, turning to look at me. “I felt his bulge in bed this morning. I’ve wanted it since that day we jacked off at Finley’s.”

“You did?” jumped out of my mouth. I didn’t know why I hadn’t expected that.

“Yes, Ian,” Jordan replied, and a wave of unfamiliar possessiveness surged through me. He said yes to me the way he would to David, and that made my blood boil in a way I never would have thought possible.

“Patience,” David told him again, then to me, “What do you want to see, pup? What do you want this hungry boy to do? Should I feed him my load? He’s a greedy cum eater.”

It took me a second to find my voice, not to feel stupid or silly, but then I shoved that aside and just…let go. “I, um, I want to see him lick you first. Then suck you. I don’t want him to get you off yet.”

David nodded, then said to Jordan, “You heard him, boy.”

Jordan opened his mouth, and his tongue started at the base of David’s cock, traveling up his erection. He did that over and over, root to tip like he was licking a Popsicle.

“Good boy. You’re being so good for us,” David told him. “Is that enough licking, Ian, or do you want him to continue?”

I knew what he was doing. He was making me a part of this. Still instructing Jordan, but doing it through me, giving me control while somehow not losing it himself. “I want him to lick your balls first.”

Jordan went right for it, lapping at David’s full sac while I shakily opened my pants and shoved them down. It was so hot, watching them together. Something clicked in my brain, turning off my worry and thoughts, and I became so entranced by this moment, nothing mattered but what we were doing.

Jordan kept licking, and I wrapped a hand around my shaft. “No,” David rushed out. “Please don’t. It’s not an order, but a request.”

What if I want it to be an order? Wait. No. I didn’t. Did I? “Okay.” I let go even though I wanted nothing more than to rub one out while watching them. “You can, um…Jordan, you can blow him now, and can you make him choke on it too, David? Is that okay?” I didn’t completely understand the game or the boundaries. This was ultimately their show, and they were letting me in on it. I knew what I wanted to see, but I didn’t know what their limits were, or how to address David, or how I wanted to talk to him.


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