Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Luckily for them, they had a Master who could multitask.
And luckily for me, I had a dirty boy who’d pushed through the fog just enough to start licking the cum off his lips.
“You were such a good cockwarmer, slut.” My softly whispered words got a smile as I stroked his head. “But you’re definitely going to need a shower.”
Joel barely giggled as he closed his eyes again. “Good…”
That wasn’t as much to go on as he’d thought it should be, so I just let him go back to floating and tried to discreetly study Dean to make sure his worries weren’t shifting into overdrive. So far we were fine, but it wasn’t until he moved his hand from his dick to his thigh and then just tipped over against me that I knew we’d be alright.
For the time being, at least.
With the way his brain worked, I wouldn’t bet on how long the calm lasted…especially with the way Joel kept licking his lips.
I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted, so I gently trailed one finger through the cum on his face before painting it over his lips.
Bingo.
Joel’s tongue flicked out and he made a happy sound like I was feeding him ice cream, so I knew I’d gotten his needs right, but Dean had stopped breathing.
Thankfully, our cute nut was still completely out of it and his only response was to stick his tongue out for more. The silly way he begged to feel even naughtier had Dean letting out a slow breath.
Had the cuteness pushed through whatever thoughts had shocked him?
Did knowing what Joel needed make him feel better about it?
I couldn’t ask without disturbing Joel, so I made the choice to ignore it for the time being. I hated not being able to give them both what they needed, but I knew Dean would’ve done the same thing in my place. He instinctively put Joel first and that wouldn’t change just because he was surprised.
And we’d all gone over the importance of safewording, so his silence said a lot.
I’d have appreciated a bit more to go on, though. All I could do as he mulled over what had happened was to keep teasing Joel with my cum and rub my cheek against Dean’s head. Part of me wanted to shift around so I could give him a hug, but I wasn’t sure moving was a good idea.
Eventually Dean was going to realize my hand was still on his soft dick and startling him with it seemed unhelpful at the very least.
So we sat there in silence, with Dean leaning into me, almost cuddling me, and me petting Joel as I kept my floaty sub blissed out and feeling naughty.
Then Dean moved.
His brain came back online and it’d figured out something because his breathing had become weirdly even. Dean was doing his best to seem very relaxed as he looked down at his lap and brought his attention back to his dick and my hand.
I wasn’t even going to pretend to know what he was thinking but I managed not to react when he reached over and wrapped his fingers around my wrist. I was definitely a badass Dom, and I got even more incredible when I stayed relaxed as he took my cum-slicked fingers and brought them to Joel’s mouth.
Okay, we’d gotten to the point where I knew what he was thinking.
Hopefully.
Joel was barely surfacing and just smiled as he flicked his tongue out and hummed as he tasted my fingers. Then one eye peeked open and he made a curious sound. “Dean?”
His brain was slowly coming back to life, and it seemed like some things were easier to process than others.
“Yes, Dean wanted to share with you too.” My answer had Dean forgetting to breathe again, but Joel smiled up at both of us. “Come here, slut. We need cuddles from our boy.”
Well, I was pretty sure Joel could use cuddles and I had a feeling they’d make Dean feel more confident, so there didn’t seem to be a downside. I was curious to see what Dean would do, though, but as Joel slowly climbed up on our laps like he was wading through mud, Dean’s breathing went back to normal and he tucked his dick back in his shorts.
Not bad.
No one was going to pass out and we’d all gotten to come at least once.
“I…I was…” Joel’s sentence wandered away from him as he settled half on my lap and half on Dean’s. “Very.”
Nodding to himself, he didn’t seem to realize he hadn’t finished the sentence. He just smiled and rubbed my chest before reaching out to pat Dean’s arm. “Very.”
That seemed to say a lot to Joel, but it just made Dean smile.
I’d reached the point where I didn’t know what to do or what to say, so I focused on holding Joel and rubbing Dean’s head and shoulder with mine. It didn’t feel like enough but they seemed happy, so I tried to cut myself some slack.