Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
It didn’t work.
I still felt like there was more productive shit I should be doing but I didn’t want to ruin the mood for them.
How did other Doms do it?
How did they know what to do next?
I didn’t have good answers but after a few minutes of quiet snuggling, Joel surfaced more and solved the problem for me. “You can get me water now. I’m awake. But I want juice, not water.”
Someone online had clearly told him that he needed to be given water after a scene.
“I think juice sounds like a wonderful idea.” Before I could decide how to get it for him, Dean leaned over and kissed Joel’s cheek.
“I’ll get it but you’ve got to move your butt. I’m kinda stuck.” Dean’s very accurate admission got a giggle from Joel. “That was your plan, huh?”
Pretending to glare at Joel as he snickered, Dean did his best to look like a frustrated Dom. “You thought I’d escape if you didn’t pin me down?”
Joel didn’t see the point in lying to him. “Yes, and I was right, but now you seem okay and I’m thirsty, so you have to come back.”
He had a good point.
Even Dean sighed. “You’re such a brat.”
“But I’m a smart one.” Lifting his legs off Dean, Joel wiggled his way completely onto my lap and curled into me the best he could. “I got what I wanted and I was sexy and now you’re bringing me a drink.”
He was definitely the smart one even if he was slightly interesting.
“Well, what does my smart slut think about being a cockwarmer?” Personally, I was on the let’s do this again side, but I was going to do my best not to influence Joel.
He liked to be the one to manipulate Dean but he was kind of easy to manipulate too. All I’d have to do was tell him how amazing he was at it and how great he’d done and he’d do it again. Joel sucked up praise like a sponge.
But his sexy, pleased sound and his little wiggle said I didn’t have anything to worry about. “I found subspace just like they said I would.”
They had to be his internet friends, but I decided not to ask. We might actually kill Dean if Joel had to confess about talking to anyone else about his penis and his desire to explore submission.
“Did you like it? Subspace, I mean.” I thought I knew the answer to that but I was glad when he nodded and made another happy wiggle. “What did you think of being a cockwarmer? You can like subspace and want that part again without wanting to do the rest.”
I thought that should be obvious but I wanted to double-check and make sure we were all on the same page.
“Hmm. I liked the cockwarmer part. That wasn’t bad at all, but I liked the way you were talking about me and using me and petting me better than just holding your dick in my mouth.” Joel kissed my cheek and started petting my chest again, not realizing at all that Dean was now staring at us very confused from the kitchen.
“Having you both talk about me like I wasn’t there was…it was just…wow. I need to figure out where that was on my list.” His response had me trying not to laugh. “Ignoring me isn’t sexy. We know that. It makes me very uncomfortable. But ignoring me with a dick in my mouth was amazing. How do we put that on my list?”
There was a word but his excitement and just the way he’d explained it was too distracting for me to be helpful.
“Um, let’s call it being furniture for now and we’ll figure out the real word later.” Dean finally snapped back to the real world and came back to the living room. “There are kink words for everything.”
Sitting up, Joel nodded and reached for his glass as Dean came closer. “Sit. Sit. My feet need you.”
That was the most ridiculous reason for Dean to sit down that I’d ever heard, but Dean must’ve wanted a reason to get more cuddles because he took it without question. “Just don’t spill your juice wigging around.”
He settled back in his place so quickly I had a feeling that cuddles were going to be safe from overthinking very soon. “You don’t need to get any stickier.”
Wow.
Someone was feeling confident.
Must’ve been feeding his cum to our naughty boy.
Joel’s laughter made Dean grin and I could see a blush starting to form, but Joel was more interested in his drink than making Dean squirm. As I thanked every deity I could think of that Joel was distracted for a few minutes, he drank his juice and made sexy, happy sounds that had my dick very confused.
Between the sound effects and the wiggling, it couldn’t decide what was going on. I was hoping Joel would stay distracted longer and wouldn’t notice but he did. I got a cheeky grin and he raised one eyebrow as he finished and rested the cup on his lap. “Why are you getting hard again?”