Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“You’re tilting it. I can’t see.” Bishop was entirely too cheerful and demanding this early in the morning. “There he is. Take Uncle Cohen deeper. He’s so good to you. I bet you’re going to love it when he decides to give you a reward for being so good.”
Fuck.
Knowing I was going to have to think of something to reward Ian and thinking about rewarding Ian had panic and pleasure firing through me…and that was going to make me come if Bishop kept it up.
He kept it up.
“That’s right. Maybe if you ask Cohen nicely, he’ll get the flogger out.” Bishop’s low, teasing words had Ian whimpering around my cock and taking it even deeper. “Yes, you liked that idea and I bet Cohen felt how much you want it.”
Oh yes.
As my sweet boy sucked, I stroked over his head and moaned. “Anything you want, cutie.”
Words. Yes, words were good.
“I’ll even tie you down if you want.” The jolt that ran through him made it clear what he wanted and how badly he wanted it.
Even our naughty pup noticed it. “You’d like that, cutie. Can you imagine being tied to Cohen’s bed and rubbing your dick against the mattress every time the flogger comes down on your ass?”
Ian could imagine it so vividly he was testing out how it would feel as he sucked on my dick. Every thrust he made had him grinding his erection into the mattress so hard it shifted the bed back and forth. It was that extra proof of just how turned on he was that pushed me right to the edge, and Bishop’s narration wasn’t helping my control.
“Lift up your ass, cutie, and beg for the flogger. Let him see just how much you need it. He wants to make you feel so good.” Bishop moaned as Ian obeyed, whimpering around my dick and giving me the sweetest pleas with his eyes.
“You’re going to be such a good boy for him that he’s going to make you crazy. It’s going to come down and kiss your skin, making your ass so pretty and pink.” Bishop let out a sexy sound as Ian sucked on me even harder.
Then he seemed to decide that it was time for all of us to come. “He loved the way you looked. When you were moving over me, all he could stare at was your pretty pink ass and how sexy your tight little hole looked.”
Ian fell first, tumbling over the edge and humping the bed as he sucked the head of my dick and whined around me. He kept up the punishing pace, fucking the mattress as the pleasure fired through him, and it was all I could do to hold back. He was so beautiful and so sexy with his lips wrapped around me as he whimpered and chased the pleasure he knew his Daddy wanted to see.
Once he was boneless on the bed, he nuzzled against me and gave me the softest, sweetest expression as he stared up my body, and that was it. He lifted off just enough to kiss the head of my dick and lick my slit. The almost innocent view was too much.
As he sank down over me again, keeping his mouth tight around my dick, I exploded. He must’ve felt my dick throbbing in his mouth because he wrapped his hand around the base and worked me hard as he made sweet, needy sounds.
When we were both boneless and he was nuzzling against my softening dick, I realized what I’d forgotten.
Bishop.
Fuck.
I found the phone somehow buried in the covers. Before I could apologize, Bishop sighed like a happy drunk and smiled at the screen. “You two are the sexiest men I’ve ever met. I mean, you beat Eli and Roman when they’re having sex in the cleaning closet.”
They had sex in the cleaning closet?
That couldn’t be hygienic.
Ian giggled, obviously not thinking the same thing, and wiggled up my body. I was thankful he took the phone as he curled into my chest and smiled into the screen, wonderfully worn out. “Thank you, Daddy. That’s very sweet.”
I wasn’t sure that was the word I’d have used, but their smiles and the soft way Ian was nuzzling against me made it impossible to point that out. So I wrapped my arms around Ian and kissed his head, pretending I didn’t hear Bishop telling Ian we had to have something healthy for breakfast.
I needed coffee and a shower before I agreed to anything like that, and I had a boy to clean up because in a minute he was going to realize he’d just come in his cartoon training pants.
Yep, my morning was going to be busy enough that I wasn’t going to worry about breakfast…I’d do that tomorrow.
Chapter 4
Bishop
“I really shouldn’t…” I looked at the phone again, frowning at it because somehow the clock had only moved five minutes. “But who knows what the signal will be like later?”