Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
As I worked over Ian’s glutes, massaging the tender skin more than caressing, I stretched over him and kissed his Daddy. “Lean back and take off your shirt.”
His brows pulled together, but he obeyed, chuckling as a sleepy Ian grabbed at him before he could even toss the T-shirt to the floor. “Daddy…”
Jumping in before Ian’s brain could start working again, I nuzzled against him. “Lie on your Daddy, cutie. Stretch out over him and let him cuddle with his boy. He needs you.”
That had them both moaning, and between Bishop and me, Ian didn’t have to work terribly hard at stretching his naked body down his Daddy’s muscular frame. Ian let out a happy sound as he rocked against Bishop, his arms and legs hanging on either side of his Daddy’s broad body.
Bishop’s expression was more pained than pleasured, though.
It was beautiful.
Ian’s satisfied wiggles and the sweet nuzzles he was making against his Daddy’s chest were making it impossible for Bishop to ignore his own erection, and I might’ve been an evil Dom because I loved it. Bishop might be Ian’s Daddy, but since Ian wasn’t paying a damned bit of attention to anything besides how good he felt, I let Bishop see how much I was enjoying his frustration.
It was time for me to get to play with my pup…vicariously at least.
My wicked grin had him pouting and silently begging for relief, but I just raised one eyebrow and went back to massaging Ian’s lower back. If it had Ian moaning again and rocking even more, well, I couldn’t be held responsible for that.
This was going to be fun.
Sitting up, I straddled the sexy men’s legs and balanced right behind Ian’s ass. It was the perfect position to watch both of them, but the way it put just the right amount of pressure on Bishop’s hard cock made it even better.
I wasn’t sure if Ian realized what his wiggling was doing to both of us, but as I started massaging him again, he went back to rocking against Bishop. It took the barest pressure of his knees against the bed to move him back and forth, right over his Daddy’s achingly hard cock.
He’d been hard since he’d first called Ian, and I knew it hadn’t subsided because I’d been staring hungrily at his sexy bulge for what seemed like years at this point.
And my reward for being so patient was going to be watching him come completely undone.
Bishop seemed to understand at least some of it, though, because his expression kept sweeping between frustrated and desperate. He couldn’t seem to decide if begging would help or just make me more eager to drive him crazy.
My pup was so smart.
Working my fingers up Ian’s back, I swept down his sides, teasing Bishop’s chest with the lightest brush of my fingers. They both made low, sexy sounds, but Bishop’s shiver had Ian giggling…and it was the perfect setup to the next phase of our evening.
“I think your Daddy needs kisses.” Ian took that idea and ran with it, nuzzling against Bishop’s chest like he’d been just waiting for an excuse to worship his Daddy’s muscles. “Good boy. Oh, look, his nipples seem like they need special attention. Why don’t you show your Daddy how sweet and attentive his boy is?”
Ian let out a soft giggle but took his new orders seriously. Nuzzling against Bishop’s chest as I continued to massage back down to his delectable ass again, Ian kissed along until he found his Daddy’s nipple.
God, that was so fucking sexy.
As Ian made soft suckling sounds, too lost in the fun and the pleasure to worry about anything, Bishop moaned, pushing us both to drive him even crazier. Ian’s sweet mouth was doing wonders at tormenting his Daddy, but I had a different way to drive Bishop nuts.
Palming Ian’s cheeks as I got to his ass again, I spread my hands over them, kneading and separating them as I rocked him against his Daddy. I made sure Bishop could see the desire on my face as I watched Ian’s tight hole flash me with every squeeze.
Bishop tried to frown, but it was ruined by another moan as Ian took the perfect moment to nibble on his Daddy’s nub. The naughty boy either knew what I was doing and was playing along claiming innocence, or I was the luckiest Dom ever.
Both was a good guess.
Ian was sweet and cute and had a naughty side that loved to come out to play…and if he could pretend to know nothing about what I was doing…well, that would’ve made him even happier. Claiming to be innocent while being very naughty would please our boy and his Daddy.
“That’s right. Such a good boy and such a pretty view.” The vague but still teasing comment had both men moaning…they knew what I meant. “You look so cute cuddled up to your Daddy.”