Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
After a moment, Bishop nodded and Ian swallowed, then managed to get out a basic response. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” Raking my eyes over them, my only frustration was how their baggy shorts kept their erections hidden away for the most part. “Now show me you can behave or I might not reward you.”
It was just vague enough that neither was sure if they were getting the reward or if it was the other.
This was going to be so much fun.
Chapter 21
Bishop
Keeping my hands to myself would’ve been much easier if Ian had been farther away…or clothed. Either would’ve helped, but he was so close and so hard and so fucking tempting. My mind was racing with the possibilities, and I couldn’t help wishing that Cohen wasn’t going to require me to have too much self-control for whatever he had planned.
Making our way up to the bedroom didn’t help either because somehow I managed to end up right behind Ian. Knowing what was under his shorts made some things harder and others more difficult.
Even Cohen was chuckling as I made a frustrated sound. “It’s only going to get worse.”
I believed him, but I wasn’t sure if he was seeing me as his sub or Ian’s Dom. It made it confusing and somehow even more erotic.
But there was a shift as we finally reached the bedroom and we both stood by the end of the bed as Cohen watched us, arousal radiating from him. He kept the passionate stare as he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me so we were both studying Ian.
“I think our boy deserves a reward for being so good.” Cohen’s cock was rubbing my ass as he subtly shifted back and forth, but I had to ignore it as he talked about rewarding our boy.
“Yes, he was very diligent in his workout and he was a very enthusiastic model earlier.” God, that’d been even more erotic than I’d ever dreamed it would be, and I thought I had a pretty good imagination.
Cohen slowly stroked his hands over my chest, more showing me off to Ian than actually playing with me. But my dick didn’t know the difference, so it just got even harder as the anticipation built and Ian’s gaze followed every touch.
Taking a deep breath against my neck that sent a shiver through me, Cohen’s hands splayed over my pecs making them look even bigger as my shirt tightened. “I think I know what our boy has been desperate for.”
Oh…now I got it.
Making a low hum, I nodded and shifted to show off my muscles more obviously.
Ian’s eyes widened and he stepped closer without even realizing what he’d done. “I was…I was very good, Sir.”
The innocent-sounding answer was hiding a very wicked imagination.
Cohen loved it, grinding his erection against my ass and making a quiet, frustrated sound before whispering low. “He’s going to look so good when he’s squirming all over you.”
Fuck.
Another sexy chuckle said Cohen knew exactly what I was thinking. “I’m going to strip our boy for you and make sure he’s very ready to worship his Daddy.”
God.
Hearing him say the words got me even harder, but it seemed to make Ian’s knees weak. It was a reaction our sexy Dom didn’t miss because I got a quick kiss as I nodded, and he moved to stabilize and tease our needy boy.
As Ian’s eyes trailed over me hungrily once he was braced in Cohen’s arms, I slowly started inching my shirt up my chest, making sure to flex every muscle. He moaned softly as Cohen tightened his grip, but once our sexy Dom ran his fingers over Ian’s nipples, a jolt of pleasure fired through him.
“Sir…” He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to lean into Cohen’s touch for the wonderful pain or against his chest for the support. The only thing he seemed to know was that he only had to wait a few more seconds.
As I methodically removed my damp, sweat-drenched clothes, Cohen leaned closer and whispered to Ian. “I made sure that he got a good workout. Do you know what that means?”
Our dirty boy moaned and nodded, but he was too distracted for words.
And I was too distracted by how sexy he looked in just the tiny tight panties that were masquerading as a jock to do anything but take him in.
Luckily for us, we had Cohen.
“Your Daddy’s going to stretch out on the bed so you can lick every inch of him. Would you like that, baby?” The possibly rhetorical question had Ian whimpering as I climbed up on the bed, making sure he got a good look at every inch of me.
When I was right where Cohen wanted, sweaty and ready for our boy, he peeled the panties down and gave our boy’s ass a beautiful-sounding smack. “He’s all yours, baby.”