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)
So there was no point in rushing to orgasm or put on clothes.
It was going to be an interesting morning.
Chapter 6
Joel
“And one. And two. And—” Oh. “You’re so cute.”
Naked too…well, Tate was naked.
I couldn’t help hurrying out of the kitchen to go see them better as they came out of the bathroom and the view was definitely worth it. “You wrapped Dean up.”
It was adorable.
His towel was low around his hips and looked like one good tug would leave him naked. He never looked like that and always came out of the bathroom fully dressed, so it was a wonderful present for slaving away in the kitchen.
Dean blushed and looked like he wanted to cross his arms over his chest, but Tate laughed and nodded as he leered at our Dean. “Yes. But no touching. Your hands look sticky.”
They both looked down at my underwear-covered dick and frowned.
“It’s eggs, not cum.” I was pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to do that in the kitchen for a variety of reasons. “No burning anything important. No getting cum in places that are hard to clean. No doing anything unhygienic in the kitchen. No giving myself an orgasm when I can talk someone else into doing it.”
My list of rules was very reasonable but made Tate laugh again. “You’re right. Someone else doing it is always better. Now, come give Dean a kiss before you go back and check on whatever you were doing.”
“Making scrambled eggs.” So I couldn’t get distracted. “Quick kiss and no touching.”
Holding my hands out wide made Dean forget to be nervous and he chuckled as I rushed over like I had wings and gave him a quick peck. “Do you think there are faeries like there are pups and ponies?”
My question had Dean’s eyes going wide but he quickly shifted to frowning as he thought about it. “Yes, there has to be, but I don’t think they would get tails.”
“Oh, good point.” According to the internet, the tail portion was very important. “I’ll think about that.”
After I made the eggs.
I heard a kissing sound from the living room, but before I could get distracted, Tate made it clear what was happening. “Go get dressed. No underwear but you can put on whatever regular clothes you feel like.”
Oh, I liked that order…it was teasing for everybody.
“Why didn’t I get to kiss you, Master?” Yes, he was definitely still Master if he was giving orders. “I’m feeling neglected.”
Communication was so important.
“Brat.” Maybe, but his happy tone said I didn’t have to worry about the consequences of my choice of communication styles. “I’m going to give you a bigger one once you’re not sticky.”
“I like big ones.” I didn’t realize what I’d said until Tate snorted out a laugh. “Okay, I think I’ll like big ones of those too.”
Hmm.
“Big ones. Little ones. Fat ones. Skinny ones. They’re all amazing.” Yes, I could appreciate all of them under the right circumstances.
The problem was figuring out my circumstances.
“Are you talking about penises or pastries, naughty boy?” Tate came up behind me and looked over my shoulder at the bowl of eggs. “What smells so good?”
“Chocolate croissants and the potatoes that I’m frying and possibly the fruit I cut up.” Hmm. “I’m kind of hungry.”
And they’d been in the bathroom for longer than they thought.
“Orgasms will do that to a naughty boy.” Kissing my neck, Tate stroked my sides and rocked his erection against my ass. “Thank you for making us breakfast.”
“That’s…” Wow. “That’s a really good way to say thank you.”
Tate made a naughty, pleased sound. “I’ll remember that, and I’m also going to remember that I owe you some attention and I want to orgasm with you at some point.”
That was a wonderful plan.
“Yes, please.” Pushing my ass back, I wiggled and clenched my cheeks. “I won’t let you forget the plan.”
Chuckling, he squeezed my hips just hard enough to help me remember who was in control. “Don’t make me come yet, slut. I want to be able to enjoy you.”
Even better plan.
“How do you want to enjoy me?” It was a very good question, but he got distracted kissing my neck. And my ear. And then back on my neck. “You’re messing with me.”
Tate nearly giggled before he stepped back and spanked my bottom lightly. “You’re such a smart cutie. But food first. Dirty talk second.”
“I can multitask. Honest.” I could try at the very least.
I looked over my shoulder to see Tate rolling his eyes.
Okay, maybe I didn’t multitask well all the time. But I wouldn’t know about how dirty talk would change things until I’d gotten to do it.
“Well, I have to figure out if I can dirty talk and cook at some point, so there’s no time like the present.” I shrugged and went back to whisking the eggs. “You’re preventing me from figuring out how successful I’ll be.”