Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
What the fuck did that mean?
“Sure.” Joel stretched out, arching his ass up in a cat-like bid for attention. “You can…hmm…you can tell me about your kisses and orgasms, though. That sounds like fun.”
Fun?
His voice sounded like he was picking out an ice cream flavor at the grocery store, not describing sexual escapades.
“I think that would be fun too.” Tate just accepted Joel’s answer and didn’t question it. “So just to make sure we’re all on the same page when we talk to your mother…we’re confident in our relationships and friendships. We’re not going to restrict behaviors even when the third person isn’t at home. We’re also going to feel free to talk about what we do as factual information or as just something fun to talk about.”
He made it sound so rational, I almost forgot how weird the whole conversation had been to get to that point.
“Sure.” Joel made another soft moan as I squeezed one cheek. “I…I like conversations like this.”
Because he was the center of attention.
Tate flashed me a grin before reaching down to spank Joel, earning a moan from the naughty boy. “I think this is a good way to talk through questions too.”
They were both insane but it wasn’t worth arguing over, so I just went back to giving my little attention whore what he wanted.
Joel made another happy sound like everything was right in his world before dropping another conversational bomb. “What are you going to tell her about sex?”
For fuck’s sake.
I closed my eyes and shook my head, completely tapping out of that question.
Tate took a very deliberate deep breath, probably to stop himself from laughing, and eventually sounded like a Dom as he figured out a response. “You think she’s going to have questions about the sexual side of our relationship in general or about penetrative sex specifically?”
There wasn’t a clear winner, so I wasn’t sure which one to hope for.
“Yes.” Joel’s sleepy-sounding response wasn’t any help at all, but it came with another undulating wiggling that let him press his erection into my lap. It made my eyes open before I could even think about it. “Thank you.”
That hadn’t made any sense at all, but before I could point that out, Tate chuckled. “Try again. We need more words.”
He had so much more patience for this nonsense than I did.
“But I need…” Joel wasn’t paying a damned bit of attention as he rutted against us and whined. “I didn’t get enough attention earlier. Daddy made me think.”
This was not my fault.
Tate laughed, though. “I’m going to make you think too, but if you’re a good boy, we’ll find a fun way to let you come.”
“Promise?” His needy tone was mostly about begging and looking cute, but Tate played along anyway.
“Yes, just be a good boy and we’ll take care of you.” Tate’s words were tender but his grin was wicked. “Tell us what she’s going to ask about.”
They broke my brain.
“She’s…I get an orgasm if I think, right?” Joel didn’t seem to be fucking with us any longer, so I wasn’t surprised when Tate gave him another firm pat.
“That’s right.” Giving Joel a rougher squeeze and another spank, Tate made a low, pleased sound. “Be my good boy.”
I was at the point where I’d promise to be his good boy if it meant Joel would stop humping me. My dick was really confused about what we were doing and I was going to explode before Joel got out anything logical.
“I like being a good boy.” Joel wasn’t little but he was something because his words were not regular Joel. “I like orgasms too.”
Tate had endless patience.
He kept teasing Joel and making happy sounds as he encouraged our nut to keep going. “I like giving you orgasms. I like spanking you too. Should we do that after you answer my question?”
Joel’s head bobbed but he went still after a few seconds. “Question?”
God.
Tate shook but managed not to laugh even though it took him several long moments before he could get words out. “What about our sexual relationship does your mother have questions about? You said she was going to ask us something.”
I was the one who was going to need a reward once we were done.
“Oh yeah…” Joel’s stretching sounds were getting closer and closer to sounding like moans and my dick was begging to know what we were doing. “She’s proud of us for using safewords and having conversations. I think I told you that. But she…but she said you guys might need more information before you fuck me. So she’s going to check in with you.”
Dead.
I was dead and had somehow ended up in hell.
What the fuck had I done to deserve this?
How could Tate keep laughing through all the insanity?
How were we going to get out of that conversation?
Tate…yes, Tate would handle this. He was the lead Dom and that meant he had certain responsibilities.