Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
My lids fluttered open, and I looked up at David standing above me, but he was blurry, his figure swimming. Was I crying? Was it because of the way he used me and gagged me, or was it something else?
“That’s it. Such a good boy. Do you want my load?”
I nodded, clutching his thighs as if afraid he’d leave. It scared the shit out of me, feeling that way, being so raw and open and vulnerable.
David buried himself in my throat. His dick flexed as the first spurt slid down to my belly. He shot again, and I swallowed that too, wanted it all, but then he was pulling out and wiping my tears.
“Jesus, you don’t even know. You were so good for me, but can you do one more thing for your Sir?”
I wanted to do something for him. I wanted to do anything for him. “Yeah, please. Anything.”
“You trusted me so beautifully, pup, and now I’m gonna do the same for you, just like I said I would.” All the puzzle pieces began to fit into place right then. This whole scene had played out so I could learn to trust David and so he could show me he trusted me too. “I’ll take care of you.”
Finley had told me a million times that what he and Aidan did together gave them both something. It was a way they both took care of each other, but I didn’t get it, not until that moment with David. It really was a give-and-take. It really was based in trust. And it really was…beautiful. I’d thought it last night, watching David and Jordan together, how incredible they’d been, but I didn’t understand it until now. I didn’t know if I could truly be a part of it.
“Stand up,” David directed, and I did. “Let’s trade places.” We maneuvered ourselves around so he had his back to the door. David knelt, and fuck, the power I felt seeing such a gorgeous, strong man on his knees for me. “You can use me hard. I can take it. You come as soon as you’re ready, and keep an eye out for anyone, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
It went quickly from there. My balls had already been full and aching. I was slightly nervous, but still I watched for neighbors or the mailman or whoever else might come by as I pushed into David’s mouth, fucking it hard. My nuts slapped against his chin. He didn’t gag as much as I did, and he didn’t take his eyes off my face. I’d look at him or look around us, but he was always watching me, showing he trusted me.
I cried out, my ass tightening, as the world muted around me and I came down David’s throat. He stood and tugged my shorts up, and I just kept rambling, “Fuck…I didn’t know…thank you. That was incredible. I want…” I wanted to share it with Jordan. I wanted him to know I got it now. I wanted to tell him about it and see if that was how he felt and then maybe push him on his knees and make him suck me off too. David and Jordan said I could do that—that I could control Jordan.
“Go inside, please. I’m gonna make us breakfast. You go wake our kitten up. Take what you need from each other.”
How in the hell had he known? “Are all Doms somehow psychic?”
“No. Unfortunately we’re only human, but I pay attention and trust my gut. I’ll make mistakes, though, just as you will as a sub or even if you end up being a Dom for Jordan…or me.”
I froze, my muscles rigid except my heart, which was a drum solo in my chest. “You would let me?”
“Yes. But we can talk about that later. I’ll give you some sites and info to read. Go to Jordan, for now. I’ll bring breakfast up when it’s ready.”
“Okay…um…thank you.”
We parted ways when we got into the house, David going to the kitchen and me upstairs. Nerves prickled at the back of my neck, which made me feel ridiculous. I’d fucked around with a lot of guys in my life. I’d dated guys too, but never with the intention of getting serious. Giving my heart away wasn’t really my thing, and there was no reason I should feel anxious to go crawl into bed with a beautiful boy, who I knew would want me there.
I pushed David’s door open and stepped inside. The room was decorated in navy blue and white, with a king-size bed at the center.
Jordan was still in bed. He could sleep all day if we let him. I shook my head. We?
He’d kicked the blankets off and was naked, lying on his belly, with his right leg bent at the knee, an arrow toward the door. He had an arm bent, his head resting on it, a small almost-smirk on his face as he rested.