Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
His desperate whimpers shook me from my state, and I shivered and slowly withdrew from him. Christ, perfect. I swiped a finger over his tight little opening as some of my come seeped out of him.
“Please, Daddy,” he begged.
“I’ll make you feel good, baby boy,” I promised. I just had to breathe for a moment. And in the meantime, I could tease him. I could pretend it was for him when, in reality, I just loved seeing my come—or Lucian’s—trickling out of our boys.
I fingered him softly and repositioned myself next to him, but I scooted lower so I could suck his little cock into my mouth.
He gasped and went rigid.
I sucked him hard and fingered him deeply, unhurriedly, just smearing my release all over his ass.
He shook with tension and need, and he coated the roof of my mouth with pre-come.
“M-may I move, Daddy?” he stammered.
I hummed and nodded once, and that was all he needed. His fingers disappeared in my hair, and he fucked my mouth in jerky little thrusts.
Wanting him to have more room to move, I shifted us higher up on the mattress and eased onto my back. He followed soundlessly, essentially straddling my shoulders, and—
Fuck.
I tensed up momentarily at the feel of a warm mouth on my cock.
It was Santiago. Soon Gael, too. They both cleaned me up, one greedier than the other. Gael’s sweet licks were just adorable.
“I’m close, Daddy,” Cam moaned.
I pushed a third finger into his ass and redoubled my efforts.
Seconds later, he cried out for me and came in hot bursts that flooded my mouth. I hummed and swirled my tongue around him, swallowing everything he gave me, until I felt he was on the brink of collapse.
He was a panting mess as I readjusted him on top of me, and I felt his heart pounding against my chest.
I kissed the top of his head.
When Lucian and Noa came over to us, it appeared everyone had clustered on the mattresses, yet grouped in their own dynamics. Including Santiago and Gael, who draped themselves over Dean.
I couldn’t fucking move. I was spent, I was sweaty, I was sleepy, I was extremely satisfied.
“Daddy, my bottom is hurty,” Noa whined.
I looked up at him and extended a hand. “C’mere. Let’s cuddle. I think we all need some aftercare.”
Right now, the atmosphere in the room was amazing. Everyone was recovering, breathing heavily or humming or whispering or speaking quietly… Greer chuckled drowsily at something Corey said in their little bubble—and that was it. We were together, even when we were all in our bubbles. I didn’t want that to end yet, no matter how much more I loved what came after. When Lucian and I took our boys to the cabin and we spent hours in bed, talking, laughing, eating ice cream, applying and reapplying aloe. Or whatever it was Tate used in his aftercare cream. It was damn good.
At some point, Lucian must’ve left the room, because he came somewhat prepared with a couple wet washcloths. He used one on Noa, and I used the other on Cam.
“Daddy, look!” Noa, always so eloquent and delicate, stuck his butt in my face so I could inspect the marks.
Fucking hell, that was gorgeous. I brushed my fingers gently over the tiny punctures.
“You’re gonna wake up with the most beautiful bruises tomorrow, freckles,” I murmured.
He huffed and returned to straddling Lucian’s stomach. “I was hoping for some sympathy, but whatever.”
Well, that seemed silly. Why would I have sympathy? Sympathy was reserved for pain that didn’t get him off.
“Ouch,” Noa whispered. Sitting on Lucian’s stomach was clearly a no-go for his bottom, so he mirrored Cam’s position and lay down.
Lucian smiled and reached out to touch Cam’s cheek. “I think he’s falling asleep,” he whispered.
That made me smile too, and I hugged him to me.
“So this was fun!” Kit exclaimed somewhere. “When can we go again?!”
Oh Christ. I chuckled tiredly, and I wasn’t the only one.
“Someone shut that brat up,” Macklin laughed through a groan.
Noa giggled. “I can’t wait to rub this in Franklin’s face. He’s gonna be soooo mad he missed it.”
I wasn’t so sure. Franklin and Jack were on a kinky getaway this weekend outside Pittsburgh. Several of us had friends in a community called Clara Hill in that area, and Jack was one of them. One of his college friends lived on the estate, I’d heard.
“Cam, darling?” Lucian ghosted his knuckles over Cam’s arm. “Don’t fall asleep yet.”
Cam let out a soft whine on top of me. “But I’m tired, Owner…”
I exchanged a glance with Lucian. It was time to get the boys back to the cabin.
Since we were in the main house, we took the opportunity to shower before we returned to our private haven.
Once there, we ordered the boys upstairs and into jammies so Lucian and I could finish our aftercare preparations. It was easier for me to remain somewhat immobile, despite I’d put on my braces for extra support. I took it upon myself to get us snacks in our little kitchen nook. I mean, even I could manage cutting up fruit, pouring Easter candy into a bowl, and making a few sandwiches.