Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Settling down in front of him, I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a softer, slower kiss. “What else does he do when he’s little?”
Eyes sparkling, Bishop charged right back in. “He’s very bossy and uses single words. He’s not a chatty little, but he looooved the bunny you picked out and I made sure to let him know we were both comfortable with him being little. He even loved your plate and cup.”
That might’ve made me smirk, but I tried not to gloat too much.
Bishop’s giggle said I hadn’t been subtle, though.
“What did he think about my participation? Was he uncomfortable with it?” I’d had the best of intentions, but I hadn’t been sure what Ian would think of it. The only times we’d met in the past he’d been very reserved.
Shaking his head, Bishop was still wearing a big smile. “We talked it over and he was glad you were okay with it, and he blushed when I told him you thought he was cute.”
Now I was the one blushing, which had Bishop laughing again. “He was so cute, and it made the whole night easier to know that you were okay with us and being able to talk about you made it…made it so much easier.”
He was so excited his brain was just skipping around in circles. I’d expected more cute stories, or maybe just the same stories over and over, but when he leaned in, his expression shifted to something more wicked. “And he gets turned on hearing about us, so as long as you don’t mind, he’d like good stories too.”
He what?
Good ones?
“Really?” I sounded ridiculous, but Ian seemed too shy for that. “He wants to hear about…about the intimate side of our dates?”
That was unexpected.
But not necessarily unwelcome.
I mean, it would make things easier to handle if we could be open, right?
Bishop’s head was bobbing a thousand miles an hour. “Yes, and he and I have discussed the difference between personal and intimate, and I’m allowed to share intimate if you want to hear about that side of things.”
I couldn’t have gotten more shocked.
Instead of being left to wonder what they’d done and how their evening had gone, I was going to get a play-by-play?
“He’s alright with that? I mean, he doesn’t know me very well.” I didn’t want to fuck this up for Bishop or make Ian uncomfortable.
“He’s fine.” Bishop stretched up to kiss me softly. “He’s nervous, but he’s more wicked than he seems. God, Cohen, you should’ve seen him this afternoon. Oh, yes, I have to talk to you about that.”
About what?
I loved his enthusiasm, but I’d have appreciated it if his brain slowed down just a hair.
“He doesn’t want us, me and him us, not you, me, and him us, to do anything too intimate until we all get tested. Is that alright with you? I didn’t see the problem, but it made figuring out how to get him off earlier so much fun.” Bishop gave me a pleased, expectant look like he was waiting for me to tell him what a good pup he was, but my brain had gotten stuck on the “you, me, and him us” part of the excited rambling.
“Us?” The word popped out just as my brain caught up with the rest of what he’d said. “Oh, tested. Yes, that’s a good idea with…in this situation.”
I wasn’t sure the polite way to phrase it, so I stuck with vague. Bishop didn’t see that need, however. He nodded and gave me another kiss. “See, it’s like I’m kissing you both and you’ve kissed each other germ-wise, so it’s a good idea. That way no one needs to worry. He’s going to get tested this week.”
Thinking about when I could make an appointment to get that done, I nodded absentmindedly, but Bishop charged right back in, completely derailing my train of thought. “So I made him jerk off for me and he’s a bit of an exhibitionist, and I think a bit of a voyeur since just hearing about us made him super hard. I told him about you face fucking me and he nearly came humping my thigh.”
When had dating gotten this interesting?
“He liked hearing about us?” I didn’t mind. I’d told Bishop he had my permission to talk about anything he needed to so that Ian would be comfortable, but I’d been thinking more about what kind of Dom I was rather than my face fucking skills.
“He did.” Bishop gave me another quick kiss, wiggling closer to snuggle against me. “Is that okay? I know it’s not…conventional, but I like not having to worry about what I say to you…or to him…and well, he liked it…so…”
Bishop shrugged, finally winding down.
“It’s fine, and honestly, it’s hot.” Stroking my hands up his arms, I worked my way up his body as he shivered until my fingers were spread out over his head.