Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Stop toppng from the bottom,” Eliot commanded, moving onto his knees behind him to give Marcus two hard smacks on the ass.
“Ohhh. Again.”
Two more smacks and he shuddered.
“Now, this is something I haven’t had to ask in a long time… but protection?” he asked awkwardly.
“Take it you’re clean?” Marcus asked, looking back at him.
“Yes. I was only with Anna for a long time.”
“Then you’re good. I’m clean. We both are. And Isla has an implant. Now, please, for the love of God… fuck me, Daddy.”
Eliot took a moment to breathe. He’d never thought that he would be with someone again. Let alone two Littles who were piecing his heart back together a piece at a time.
Grabbing the lube, he ran it over his dick before putting some more on Marcus’ backhole. It had been forever ago since he’d fucked another man.
Do not mess this up.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he warned. “I’ll stop immediately.”
“I know.”
He smacked Marcus’ ass for good measure. “I mean it.”
“You’re not going to hurt me, Eliot.” Marcus looked at him over his shoulder. “I promise.”
He parted the other man’s ass cheeks then slowly pushed his way inside him.
Dear lord. He pushed past the tight ring of muscle, pausing for a moment to catch his breath.
“All right?”
“No!”
He froze. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I need you to move.”
“Marcus! I thought there was something wrong.”
“If there was, I’d say my safeword. Please. You’re killing me.”
“I should forbid you to come,” he grumbled.
“Please, no! I’ll be a good boy. Promise.”
Yeah, and he had some magic beans for sale. Slowly, he pushed further inside him. Marcus was sucking him in, clenching around him.
“It feels so good, Daddy,” Marcus told him.
“Isla, play with our boy.”
“Ooh, gladly.”
“Please, Daddy. Faster! I’m going to get gray hair by the time you finish.”
“You definitely need a spanking after this.”
“Can I watch?” Isla asked. “I can watch, right?”
“He’s not the only one. Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you said about yourself. And you’re both in trouble for not listening to me when I said to go downstairs at the apartment.”
“Please, can we stop talking? And start moving? I’m dying here,” Marcus said dramatically.
Instead of saying anything, he slid out of the younger man’s ass, then drove back into him.
Marcus was in freaking heaven. Isla’s warm mouth around his cock and Eliot fucking his ass.
Lord help him.
He could get addicted to this. It wasn’t long until he felt his own orgasm building.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” Eliot said, his voice strained. “You feel so good around my cock, boy. You’re tightening around me, pulling me in. Hell.”
His movements became more erratic as Isla sucked harder.
A deep moan came from behind him as Eliot came. Isla took Marcus deep, and he quickly followed the other man over the edge into bliss.
So good.
He was trembling as Eliot slid free from him. As soon as Isla was clear, he collapsed on the bed. They both wrapped themselves around him, holding on tight to him.
Keeping him safe. Loved.
Perfection.
Chapter 28
Satisfaction filled Eliot as he sat on the sofa with his babies on either side of him. Yesterday had been a big day and they’d all fallen into bed exhausted last night. Today, they’d just holed up in Marcus’ rooms, watching television and having some play time.
But now that they’d eaten dinner, it was time for some serious talk.
“There’s something we need to deal with before bed,” he said seriously.
“Ooh again?” Marcus asked. “I’m down.” He tried to slide off the sofa and between Eliot’s legs.
“Not that, little boy.”
Marcus pouted. “No?”
“No.”
“What is it? Is it about us?” Isla asked. “Have you changed your mind?”
He turned to her. Picking her up, he settled her on his lap, holding her tight. Her face had grown blank, hiding her emotions and he hated it.
“No, baby. No. I told you that I was here for good. I promise that I am. I’m not changing my mind.”
Marcus leaned against them, taking Isla’s hand in his. “Then what is it? Is it about where we’re going to live? Do you want us to go to Connecticut?”
“What? No. I hadn’t thought about that.” He wrapped his arm around Marcus’ tense body. “I don’t care where we live, as long as I’m with the two of you.”
“Are you sure?” Marcus whispered. “Because I suppose I could get used to log cabins and the wilderness. Do you have running water? Oh no, I don’t have to poop in a hole, do I?”
Good. Lord.
“I have running water and a toilet, brat. But I honestly don’t care. In fact, it might be time for a change.” That was the house he’d lived in with Anna and it didn’t feel right to bring them both back there. He would never sell it, but perhaps it was time to move on. “What about I move here and we keep my old house as a holiday home?”