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)
“Kiss him, Ian.”
“Yes, Sir.” He stepped forward and did as told. My thumb trailed down Jordan’s crack. He spread his legs, my hand going between them to cup his balls from behind. His whole body was shaking, little whimpering sounds going from Jordan’s mouth to Ian’s. I pulled back, spit in my hand, then reached around to jack him off as Ian kissed him.
“You can come whenever you want,” I said.
“Sir?” Finley begged.
“Yes, you too. Can he do it on Jordan’s leg, David?” Aidan asked.
“He can.”
There was an outdoor cabinet against the wall of the house, and Aidan pulled out lube. I wasn’t surprised he kept it handy. He squirted some in my hand, which I used to continue torturing Jordan.
Finley shoved his Speedo down. Once his hand was slick, he stepped closer and began working his erection.
“That’s enough, Ian.”
He gasped when he pulled back. He removed his Speedo and was given lube, and he and Finley stroked their shafts while I did Jordan’s. I felt the change in him, knew when he was about to lose it.
Finley came first, though, a thick spurt landing on Jordan’s hip. Jordan shot next, crying out, his cum landing on Ian’s hand and shaft, which resulted in Ian’s orgasm against Jordan’s skin.
I was aching but didn’t pull myself out, just said, “Eat up, kitten,” which he did, without the least bit of embarrassment—his load, Ian’s, and Finley’s. Ian immediately pulled his Speedo back up, without looking at any of us, keeping his eyes averted. “Good boys,” I told them. “Both of you.” I looked at Finley and added, “You too.”
He smiled, then knelt down for his Sir, with his face in Aidan’s groin. He loved that, being between his Sir’s legs.
I stood, moved in close to my boys. “You’re both okay?”
“Yes. I loved it,” Jordan replied, but that uncharacteristic sadness still clung to him, and all I wanted was to fix it for him.
I turned to Ian, who said, “Yeah, but I want to stay dressed from here on out.”
“That’s fine, pup.”
Ian and Finley stayed dressed for the rest of the day, but Jordan didn’t. He let us admire him and showed off for us, the way he loved so much.
Aidan grilled our food, and the boys served us. It was a great day, one I hoped to have more of.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Ian
David was at work. He had a busy day ahead of him, with multiple surgeries, plus consults. So strange to think my boyfriend was a surgeon. He was performing surgeries. I still couldn’t believe this was my life. Sometimes I didn’t feel like I deserved it, but I definitely wasn’t going to walk away from it—from Jordan and David.
Jordan was still having a hard time with being on the outs with his grandma, and there were times I worried I wasn’t the best person to support him in this. I didn’t have family. I didn’t know what it was like. When I’d mentioned it to David the night before, he assured me none of those things mattered. The only thing that did was being there for Jordan and loving him. That too was something I couldn’t believe was my life, but I couldn’t be happier that it was.
I was still working through what happened at Finley’s the other day. I’d had fun for sure, but it was a little different for me. While I’d realized this lifestyle was something I…hell, I needed, I wasn’t as fond of doing it in front of others. I’d known I could say red, and I hadn’t wanted to, but I still got insecure about it in a way David, Aidan, Finley, or Jordan didn’t.
That wasn’t important today, though. The only thing that was lay beside me in David’s bed—our bed.
“What do you want to do today?” I asked, petting Jordan’s hair. I liked these quiet moments when I was taking care of someone I loved. It made me feel important.
“I thought it was a volunteer morning?”
“It is, but I don’t have to go. We’re going to do whatever you want or need.” It was so odd to see him like this, to see the light in him dimmed. He was still my Sunshine—I didn’t think it was possible for Jordan to lose that completely—but there was some cloud cover, even though he tried to pretend there wasn’t.
Jordan smiled. “You’re good at this.”
“I’m trying to be.” I fingered a lock of his hair.
“It’ll work out. It has to. She’ll come around. I really just want to try and go on with normal life. Otherwise I’ll focus on it too much and stress myself out. Once she understands I’m happy, it’ll be okay.”
It sounded like he was trying to convince himself. “She loves you.”
“I know. That’s why I have to believe everything will be fine. She’s just scared.” I nodded, and he continued. “So, we’ll go to the center, then maybe go get some baking stuff. Daddy can’t get too mad at me if I replace meals with cake while I’m sad.”