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)
For a split second, I almost said yes because…fuck, because I wanted to do it, I wanted to volunteer. But for some reason, as much as I loved Finley, having him with me didn’t feel right. “No, that’s okay. I’ll figure it out. Hell, I work two jobs. It’s not like I don’t already have enough going on.”
“Well, I’m on team listen-to-your-Sir. It’s never steered me wrong.”
I didn’t know where it came from, but we both started giggling. It turned into deep, hard belly laughs, and God, I’d missed him.
We chatted some more, then went swimming. It was a perfect day, but by midafternoon, I was ready to go home. Ready to see Jordan and David, and that scared the shit out of me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Jordan
I was sitting on the couch, naked, and eating a slice of a chocolate cake I’d made the day before, when Ian came home.
“Hey,” I said with my mouth slightly full.
He snickered, shaking his head as if unsure what to do with me. “You’re a bottomless pit.”
“For food and sex. I’m a needy, needy boy. I guess it’s a good thing I have two men.” I winked, and Ian came over and sat beside me. I’d worked today, and I knew he’d spent the day with Finley. David was at the hospital. He had a surgery, so we didn’t know exactly when to expect him. “Don’t tell Daddy I had cake before dinner.” It struck me how easily I’d fallen into this role, how natural it felt.
And the truth was, I needed the sweets today. I’d talked to Granny on the phone, and she was giving me a hard time about David. She really didn’t like his age, and she worried he was taking advantage of me.
Ian leaned against the back of the couch and turned his head to look at me. “You really are a naughty boy.” He bit his lip, and I could see the trepidation in his gaze. He wasn’t sure he should have said that, had maybe been testing the words on his tongue, but they made my cock plump up. I liked it when Ian let go. I wanted him to do it more often.
“It’s fun to be naughty.” I got on my knees and moved over to straddle him. Ian hissed out a sharp breath, then put his hands on my thighs. “I can get you to be a bad boy too.” I cut a large piece of the cake, scooping it up with the fork, then holding it out for Ian to take a bite.
When he did, I grinned.
“Ian is a naughty boy,” I sang playfully. “I think Ian likes to be bad more than he admits, and I also think he wants to be a good boy for his Sir because it’s liberating.” I was learning that myself, how freeing what we did was. How it filled empty places inside me and made me feel whole when I hadn’t known I wasn’t whole before.
“Ian is confused about why we’re speaking about him in the third person.” His hands slid up my thighs, then around toward my ass. He pulled back his right hand, then landed a slap on my ass cheek. “Was that okay?”
“Fuck yes. You can spank my ass anytime you want.”
“Give me another bite,” Ian demanded, and yep, my dick was fully hard now, standing tall between us.
“Yes, Ian.” I collected more cake on the fork, held it out to him, and watched Ian take it. This was definitely turning into a fun game, and I was glad I took the risk in trying to play with him.
“Feed me the rest…since I like to be a bad boy and all. We know David won’t like it since we haven’t had dinner.”
There was a dusting of red across Ian’s cheeks. The nerves were still there, in his stare, like he wasn’t sure how he felt doing this with me, or maybe he worried he wasn’t doing it right, but he really fucking was. My balls were full, and my head was really into this.
So I did what he said, feeding him the rest of the cake, until we got to the last bite. When we did, I held it out like I was going to give it to him, then quickly leaned in and ate it myself.
“You disobeyed.”
Once I chewed and swallowed it down, I asked, “What are you going to do about it?”
Ian moved quickly, maneuvering me off him, still on my knees but leaning over the arm of the couch. “I can…?” His eyes darted to my ass.
“Yessss. Please.” He swatted my right ass cheek, leaving a sharp sting. “Fuck. I love it. Do it again.”
He hit my left one, then my right, then back to my left again before swatting right over my crack and hitting both sides. My hands fisted in the couch. I made sure I was vocal, begging for more and showing Ian how much I liked what he did to me, when he took control over me. I wanted to give it to both him and David because somehow, it felt unique with both of them. I couldn’t put into words exactly how. I just knew how I felt.