Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“I…yes, Sir.” Ian grinned.
“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you,” Jordan said as Ian knelt and sucked our loads from Jordan’s ass.
“Now kiss him.”
Ian had spunk on his chin as he went to Jordan, and they shared our cum. When Ian pulled back, I scooped Jordan’s load off his belly and fed him that too. Jordan swallowed it down eagerly, thanking me the way a good boy should, and it didn’t matter that it was soon—I knew right then that I would do everything in my power not to let my kitten and pup go.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Ian
I had never, ever had sex like that in my life. Finley had often talked to me about how good it was with Aidan, but it didn’t compute. I wasn’t inexperienced by any stretch, but I wasn’t ever that dirty. And yet, there was something about it that…hell, I felt stupid thinking it, but it set me free.
It was more than the sex too. It was afterward. Jordan had been out of it, like he’d been high and was coming down or something. He was limp and wore a smile, which I noticed made David smile as well.
“Let’s get him into bed,” David told me. “He’ll want to be close to us. You might feel it a little too. It takes a lot out of you mentally and emotionally to let go like that.”
I shook my head. I mean, it had been intense, but when I looked at Jordan, I could tell I wasn’t feeling what he did.
“Well, I do too, pup, so humor us and lie down with us. Aftercare is important. You’ll see. We just hold him, talk to him, make sure he’s okay.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, the words coming much easier off my tongue.
We helped Jordan out of the swing. As soon as he was on his feet, he said, “Holy shit. I don’t feel like I can stand up. My legs are weak.”
“Daddy’s got you, kitten.” David lifted him, and Jordan relaxed in his arms, just…gave himself to David, so easily. In that moment I wished I could be more like him. That I could be as trusting.
We got into the bed together, Jordan between us. He wrapped his arms around me, and David held him from behind. “You were so good for us.” David played with his hair. “You were good for us too, Ian.”
“So good,” Jordan mumbled, nuzzling closer into me.
“Thank you.” I meant the words from the bottom of my soul. I wanted to be good for them.
“Can we sleep, Daddy?”
David kissed Jordan’s shoulder. “For a little while, yes. I wanted to take you boys out to dinner tonight. I want to spoil you both.”
“Spoil away,” Jordan said sleepily.
I wanted that. God, I wanted to be spoiled too. Had anyone ever loved me enough to spoil me? Not that they loved me—they couldn’t. But this, what we did, almost felt like it. “I’d like that. Dinner.”
“Good boy.” David leaned over and kissed me. I had a feeling he knew how hard that had been for me to say. “Rest.”
I let go…just like that, letting their breathing and warmth pull me under.
“Wake up, sleepyheads.” Something tickled across my shoulder and down my back. My eyes fluttered open to see David wide-awake, and…holy hell, Jordan was too. I couldn’t believe I’d slept longer than both of them. I must have needed it.
“What time is it?”
“Five thirty. Daddy is taking us for Mexican.”
“Tacos are my favorite.”
David chuckled. “Tacos should be everyone’s favorite.”
I couldn’t argue with him there. I stretched and got out of bed. Jordan winced as he did the same. “Did we hurt you?”
“Just a little sore, is all. I’m not used to taking two cocks one after the other, especially not as hard as you both went at me. But I liked it.”
“Let me have a look,” David said, and Jordan bent right over the bed and let David spread his ass cheeks to examine his hole.
“How do you do that?” I found myself asking. They looked at me, David still standing behind Jordan, holding his ass open. It wasn’t like no one had ever seen my ass. I’d had it fucked, fingered, and eaten enough for that, but this was something new altogether.
“I trust you guys,” Jordan answered simply, only it wasn’t that easy for me.
David let go of Jordan’s ass. “We’re all different, pup. Maybe you’ll get there, maybe you won’t. It’s okay.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, though it didn’t feel okay. Not because of him, but to me.
The three of us took a quick shower together after that. Then we got ready, went to David’s car, and he drove us downtown to the restaurant. There were tables outside, and luckily, it was a bit cooler in the mountains, so we were able to choose a table there comfortably.
The conversation started out slowly, over chips and salsa, then became easier with margaritas and then our meal. Jordan talked about college, saying that his grandma and mom had both planned to be nurses and it hadn’t worked out, so that’s what he was going to do. “Granny really wants me to finish school. None of us ever did.”