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)
As I groaned, he leaned over and turned off his alarm before letting out a wicked giggle. He decided to be mischievous and called Bishop, making sure the video mode was active as he angled the phone to show both of us off to his naughty Daddy. “Hi, Daddy.”
The plus side to such an early call was that he was still alone in his small room on the train, but the frustrating part was that he was bare-chested and made sure we knew he was still wonderfully hard. “You two look very cozy this morning.”
The way he nearly purred the words had Ian giggling, loving the naughty start to the morning, but I wasn’t sure where this was going. Was it going anywhere? Was I overthinking it?
The answer seemed to be yes based on the sexy smile Bishop gave Ian. “Did you have fun last night, cutie?”
Ian nodded, snuggling closer and resting his head on my chest as I took the phone. “We watched cartoons and had ice cream and then it was bedtime.” The sentence itself was completely innocent, but something about the way he said it had me getting harder.
It was definitely the sweet, sexy tone, but I couldn’t have explained what got to me.
“Oh, it sounds like you had a good night and that Cohen took good care of you.” Now Bishop was doing it too.
Clearly, they’d both woken up on the naughty side of the bed.
“He did, Daddy.” Ian rubbed his cheek against my chest, nearly purring and egging his Daddy on. “He cuddled me when we were reading and he tucked me in bed and told me how we were going to call you this morning.”
I might’ve actually been threatening him that I would call his Daddy if he didn’t lie down…but yeah, we were going to go with his version of events. The fact that it made Bishop smile even wider and I came out looking fabulous was secondary. I just wanted to make sure Ian started the day happy since it was the first one where Bishop was actually gone.
“He was so nice to you, cutie.” Bishop brought the phone closer and looked like he was planning something naughty.
He was.
Bishop was aiming for looking simply curious, but he failed wickedly. “Was he so nice that he needs a reward this morning, or were you so good you need a reward this morning?”
Where was this conversation going?
Ian’s giggle and the way his entire body seemed to clench said he’d guessed…and he didn’t seem to have an issue with the game either. “That’s a hard question, Daddy.”
I wasn’t sure if he’d done that deliberately, but they both grinned when Ian’s sweet mouth said hard…so I was guessing he had.
Bishop managed a reasonable nod and looked somewhat sincere, however. “I know, but you’re such a good boy you can figure it out.”
How had Bishop made that sound dirty?
My brain did not work like theirs this early in the morning.
“Hmm.” Ian’s thinking sound made it seem like he was picking between cereals and not something more interesting. “I think he needs the reward this morning, Daddy. It can be my turn next time.”
His turn?
Wait. It was my turn now?
What were we negotiating?
No list.
No conversation.
No limits.
Total chaos and they were just giggling.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea, cutie.” Bishop’s grin said he thought it was an erotic idea, or maybe just a naughty one, but wonderful was probably not the word he should’ve chosen. “You wiggle down and I’m going to see if Cohen can tilt the phone just a bit.”
Tilt the phone?
Oh.
So that was the plan.
As Ian wiggled down between my legs, giggling as Bishop made dirty, encouraging noises, the sexy boy pulled down the front of my boxer briefs before my brain remembered Bishop wanted to watch.
“Where did you put that phone stand, Cohen?” Bishop’s face looked like he was trying to climb through the phone.
“It’s not a window.” I’d have said more, but Ian took that moment and kissed the head of my dick. At that point all I could do was moan…and remember to turn the phone.
He was such a brat.
“Oh yes.” And he was a brat that was moaning, and judging by the other sounds he was making, he was also jerking off. “That’s what I wanted to see. My two men getting along.”
That was what we were calling it now?
My snarky remark was cut off as Ian wrapped his sexy lips around my cock and sank lower, looking up my body and right into my eyes as his Daddy was carried along by the pleasure with us.
“Yes, that’s right, cutie. This is such a nice way to thank Uncle Cohen.” The mix of innocence and cheek that was all Bishop had Ian wanting to laugh.
His giggly hum vibrated through me as he took me deeper into his mouth. All I could do was moan and do my best not to drop the fucking phone.