Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Thank you, Daddy.” Our needy boy turned to me and gave me a pleading look, but I simply pretended not to see it because there was no way he’d get to come before we went.
He’d worry too much if we did it that way.
For this to work and be fun, he needed to be thinking less and feeling more…lots more.
“Let’s get you ready, baby.” Kissing him softly, I worked on his pants and the rest of his clothes until he was just standing there in boxer briefs.
Running my hands over the straining front, I smiled and took a page from Bishop’s book. “We’re going to find something with more support for this and make sure you look sexy because I told you how much I love your ass, didn’t I?”
He whined, barely pushing his cock harder against my hand as he nodded. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
I wasn’t sure if his brain wasn’t working or if he just didn’t trust himself to say more, but I smiled and kissed his nose. “Such a good boy.”
Blushing, he closed his eyes and whined as I slowly inched his underwear down over his cock, making sure to caress the hard length every chance I got until he was finally naked. “Now you’re all set and ready for your Daddy.”
“You’re going to look so sexy.” Bishop’s desire-filled tone had Ian opening his eyes and his dick getting even harder. “Come here, cutie.”
It seemed to take a great deal of effort for Ian to shift his feet and walk toward Bishop, but by the time he crossed the handful of steps, he was standing taller.
“Good boy.” Bishop was smiling, but I could see the way the tension eased in his shoulders and I knew my sweet pup was feeling more confident now. “Let’s try this one on first.”
As Bishop crouched down in front of Ian, he glanced over at me. “I think we need a full-length mirror for the next time we do this.”
“Oh, yes.” That was a wonderful idea. “I’ll look around for one this week.”
Bishop smirked but kept his thoughts on my shopping habits to himself. “Thank you.”
Smart man.
Ian would’ve laughed if he’d been able to think and follow the conversation, but the way Bishop was trailing the sexy scrap of fabric up his legs had Ian’s brain completely short-circuiting. “I…Yes, Sir.”
Yep, he wasn’t tracking the conversation at all.
“Such a good boy.” Bishop’s reward for Ian’s good behavior was to lovingly adjust his boy’s erection in the tiny jock.
Or whatever we were going to call the delicate pink lace and straps that were surprisingly sturdy.
Even Ian blinked curiously a few times as Bishop got him situated and he didn’t seem to be surprised at how sexy it was. “Oh.”
Ha. Some internet reviews could be trusted.
“Oh yes, cutie.” Bishop finally stopped teasing Ian long enough to stand and step back, admiring his handiwork. “This one is definitely a keeper.”
I had to agree…on so many levels, but especially his ass.
The delicate-looking straps framed his ass perfectly and made me wonder if leaving the house to go to the gym was strictly necessary for the scene to work.
“Give Cohen a little show.” Bishop’s hungry expression said he was feeling the same way I was, and Ian’s embarrassed flush said he hadn’t missed how much we liked his new clothes.
Turning slowly, Ian took a breath and stood straighter, arching his ass out just enough to have Bishop and me both moaning.
Someone had been paying attention to the models after all.
“Beautiful.” I couldn’t resist stepping closer and stroking my hand over his perfectly framed cheeks. “Your Daddy is right. This is definitely a keeper.”
And we really needed to look and see what other colors it came in.
Bishop stepped closer again as Ian turned back to face him. My sexy pup trailed his fingers over the front of the jock, testing the tension of the pouch, and even though it was driving Ian crazy, I could tell that Bishop was actually making sure he could work out in it.
Of course, his helpfulness was going to make Ian come if he wasn’t careful, but he stopped torturing our needy boy just in time. It wasn’t until Ian let out a long breath that Bishop flashed him a cheeky grin, not saying if it’d been deliberate or not.
“I think this might work very well for tonight.” Running his fingers around the waistband, Bishop looked over at me. “What do you think?”
“I think I’m going to spend the whole night watching his ass and imagining what’s under those shorts he likes to wear.” My answer had Bishop grinning and Ian letting out an embarrassed squeak.
“I think we’re both going to be doing that.” Then he made a tsking sound. “But if our boy is too distracting, we might have to punish him.”
Groaning, Ian aimed for an innocent pout, but it came out looking desperate and a little pained. “I’m going to be very good for you both.”