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)
“Jesus, you’re all red. That’s so hot.” The tender awe in Ian’s voice wrapped around my heart. He was hard in some ways, but so soft in others. Experienced yet naive at the same time. Had he really never spanked a guy before?
“Bet you can make it even darker.” I wiggled my ass. A smile pulled at his lips, and maybe that should have taken me out of it some. Maybe he should have been harder or more serious, but all it did was make my dick stiffen more and the pleasure inside me bloom. God, it was incredible seeing Ian this way.
He hit me again and again and again, to the point where tears began to blur my vision, sharp, burning pain spreading through me, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to give this to Ian, give him whatever he needed, but I was taking too, taking this moment for me because there was power in giving it to Ian.
“Fuck. Please. More,” I begged. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“I don’t know how much to do. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please,” I said again, letting my need show in my voice.
“Shit,” Ian cursed, but he didn’t spank me. Instead, he jerked me to my feet. “Put one foot on the couch.”
“Yes, Ian.” I opened myself up for him. He sucked one finger, then reached around and pushed it up my ass. It wasn’t wet enough, but I didn’t care, liked that it teased the edge of pain—not a horrible kind, just a little burn.
Ian continued to finger-fuck me. He spit in his other hand, used it to jerk me off. It was slightly awkward, but we made it work, Ian stroking me and fucking me with a dry finger.
“Oh God. Fuck…fuck…fuck. Can I come?” If he said no, I was gonna be in a whole hell of a lot of trouble, because I wasn’t sure how long I could hold off.
“Yeah, Sunshine. Do it.”
The second the words left his mouth, my balls unleashed. Stars danced behind my eyes as I shot thick ropes of cum between us. Ian worked me through it, jerking me but more slowly now, his finger not moving but still deep in my ass.
“God, that was so good. Seriously. I might die. Let me get you off too.” I went for his pants, but Ian shook his head.
“I, um…I came.”
I cocked a brow. “No shit? Damn, I must be good.”
“Shut up, brat.” He pulled away, paused, then lifted his cummy hand to my mouth. Our eyes locked as I licked my load from his fingers.
“Are you sure that was all okay? I did it right?” His voice was soft, and so damn uncertain.
“There’s no right way, Ian, as long as we’re safe. That was really fucking hot. You’re good at it.”
He nodded, seemed to hesitate, then leaned in and kissed me. He didn’t use his tongue, just a slow press of his lips to mine that was…sweet. “I liked it too,” he said against my lips. “But I like how we do it with David as well. It’s all confusing because I never thought I would be into this.”
“People change. You think too much. Just let yourself feel good. The three of us can make each other feel good.”
“Okay.” He pulled away, and the fact that we were no longer touching bummed me out. “I, um… David wants me to do some volunteering, like feeding the homeless or something, and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do it with me? It’s okay if you don’t or if you’re too busy. I mean, it’s not like it’ll be fun, but—”
“Yes,” I cut him off. “Hell yeah. I’d love to do that with you. How about we get cleaned up, then go to the LGBTQ center to see what we have to do to get started?” I didn’t want to give him the chance to change his mind. It was important that he was doing what David said. I thought he needed that, and I was honored he’d asked me to do it with him.
“Okay. Yeah, I’d like that.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
David
I was surprised to come home to an empty house. It had only been a little over a month, but I was getting used to coming home to at least one boy and sometimes two. I liked having a full house—or rather, I liked having them in my house. If it were up to me, Jordan would move in as well, but I knew he didn’t want to leave his grandma. There was a comfort for him in saying he still lived there, even if he spent most nights with me and Ian. Plus, I didn’t want to push because I was positive his grandma didn’t like me.
After my shower, I slid on a pair of shorts. There was a blue light on my phone, so I checked the notifications to see a text from Aidan, who never texted, not really. He would reply, but he didn’t typically message me first.