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)
Oh yeah.
“Me understanding is not the most important part.” Because I was pretty boring most of the time and my brain didn’t seem to work like his. “You having fun and being excited is what counts.”
That made it a lot harder to overthink a situation.
It would just be rude to obsess about something that was making him happy.
“And you like taking care of me?” It sounded like a question but Joel’s smile said he already knew the answer.
“Yes.” My eye roll couldn’t be helped because clearly, he found my answer silly and started giggling for some reason. “Too much.”
Tickling him, I danced my fingers along his ribs as he squealed and jerked. I managed to keep him from flopping on the floor but he was too wiggly to keep it up for long. When I finally stopped the silly torture, he flopped against me and went boneless. “My penis liked that but he’s stuck.”
Oh.
I hadn’t been thinking along those lines, so it took my brain a second to catch up. Luckily for me, Tate was ready to tag into the conversation as he came back over with the new toy all ready. “How does it feel when he’s stuck but tries to come out and play?”
Marveling over how easily he’d found a way to ask the question, I looked down to see Joel shrugging. “Stuck.”
Tate laughed. “Does he like being stuck? Do you like him being stuck when he wants attention?”
Scrunching up his face in a way that I knew was designed to look cute, he leaned his head into my chest and sighed. “What do you think?”
I thought I was being played, but I wasn’t sure how.
“I think you like the way it feels but you don’t know how to describe it yet.” That seemed like the most logical answer even if I was missing a few key pieces.
“Yes.” Joel nodded. “That.”
Then he seemed to decide he was done with the topic and shifted gears. “I’m cute, Tate, look.”
Joel pushed up his hips and wiggled back and forth to make his caged dick bounce around. “I like that part. It tugs.”
Yeah, based on his reaction in the store, I thought liking the tug was logical.
Tate grinned wider and came over to give Joel a quick peck. “I’m glad you like that part. I do too.”
Tate liked everything to do with control, so that was reasonable.
“Are you going to like the tingles part?” Joel gave Tate a flirty smile as he did something to go back to looking innocent again.
I couldn’t figure out how he did it, but between one breath and the next, he was suddenly just a different kind of manipulative.
It was magic.
“Yes.” Tate kissed his cheek before straightening to give me a kiss too. “We’re both going to like giving you tingles and making you relaxed and happy.”
“Floaty happy?” Joel seemed to be talking about subspace which got a shrug from Tate.
“I don’t know.” Thinking seriously about the question, Tate frowned. “Maybe? I think it’s going to depend on what kind of attention we give you while you’re relaxing.”
Scrunching up his face again, Joel gave an exaggerated shrug. “Practice makes perfect.”
Tate was trying not to laugh as he nodded but his snickers were escaping left and right. “I think so too. We’ll have to figure out what makes you float and what makes you very, very happy.”
Joel’s greedy giggle said he liked that plan. “’Speriments.”
“Yep, lots of experiments.” Tate nodded toward the couch. “Alright, legs up.”
Wearing another ear-to-ear grin, Joel tucked his legs up to his chest and the motion had his pajamas sliding down his bottom. Tate chuckled and gave the bared skin a pat. “Someone is excited to come out to play.”
Joel thought that was one of the funniest things he’d ever heard and was still laughing when Tate and I rolled him over onto his chest. He was nearly boneless as he giggled and laughed, and was less than no help as he stretched out over our laps.
Patting the naked bottom on display for us, Tate laughed. “Silly boy.”
Joel gave a completely manufactured giggle and pressed his face into the couch cushion. “No, I’m a good boy.”
That wasn’t believable at all, but Tate’s eyes flashed with heat like it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. Seeing how much he liked the but I’m a good boy game somehow made it hotter to me too. Tate magnified that when he took his free hand and started stroking over Joel’s ass. “If you’re a good boy, you’re going to stay relaxed and not wiggle too much. Don’t forget.”
The dramatic groan that filled the living room said Joel realized how hard that was going to be. “I…I won’t forget. I want floaties and my tingles.”
He was so confident he could get them that I found myself wanting to cross my fingers. I really hoped it worked out how he was imagining because I didn’t want to see him disappointed over something he was so excited about.