“What Sir said.”
“That’s cheating,” Gabe says. “But yes, you’re both right. I don’t bake, and if I use pastry, it’s the pre-rolled frozen stuff you can buy.”
“Knickers, condoms, and magazines.”
“Magazines?” Gabe and I ask.
Blake laughs. “You’re both wrong. I keep my sexy magazines hidden under my T-shirts so Lexi doesn’t find them. My condoms, on the other hand, are generally in my coat pocket.”
“We should have known,” Gabe says. “You did tell us you couldn’t take guys home.”
Blake nods. “Yeah, I’m really surprised neither of you got that.”
“Trousers off,” I say.
Gabe obliges. He’s wearing Y-fronts underneath.
“You have to kiss Daddy,” Blake reminds me.
“Where?” I ask, my voice a little stiffer than I intended.
Blake tips his head to the side. “On the lips.”
Gabe turns to me, looking as uncertain as I feel. I lean forward, putting my weight through my arm as I tap my lips to his. The kiss is meant to be brief, nothing more than a peck, but Gabe surprises me by pushing into it. Before I know it, we’re battling for dominance with lips, tongues, and teeth. I grab the back of his neck; he digs his fingers into my biceps. Our teeth clash as our chests collide. Goddamn, this man can kiss. Neither of us wants to yield. The kiss is hot, hungry, and borderline aggressive. My cock becomes hard as we deepen the kiss, our tongues tangling rather than caressing. I hadn’t wanted to kiss Gabe, but now that I am, I don’t want to stop.
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Gabe
The kiss leaves me breathless and gagging for more. I can’t help but wonder why I’ve never fantasised about kissing Cal before. Hell, if I’d known it would be this good, I’d have pinned the gorgeous man up against a wall and kissed him a long time ago. I stare into his eyes for several long seconds. The doubt that had hung in his eyes before the kiss has evaporated, leaving behind unbridled lust. A small groan draws our attention to Blake. He’s sitting where he was, stroking his length, his brow furrowed slightly. His cock is hard and leaking pre-cum.
“That was hot,” he whispers.
“Naughty boy,” I say just as quietly. “Did we give you permission to touch yourself?”
He bites his lip, shakes his head, and lets go.
“Did we give you permission tostop, princess?” Cal asks.
“No, Sir.” His gaze darts between us, and his eyebrows drag together. “What do you want me to do?”
Cal and I look at each other. Slowly, we both smile. I can guess what Cal is thinking.
“Naughty boys need to be punished,” I say.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t touch myself again without permission.”
“I appreciate your apology, baby boy, but you still need to be punished.”
Blake nods in understanding.
“Stroke yourself, princess.”
Blake’s frown deepens, but he does as he’s told. Cal drags me to him and kisses me again. It’s just as hot and frenzied as the first. I’m damned if I’m going to yield to him. Our bodies collide, and our tongues clash. He’s hot and panting. His dick, hard as a rod, prods into my thigh and leaves a trail of pre-cum in its wake. I groan into the kiss as my cock strains against the confines of my pants.
And yet as consumed by each other as we are, we both keep an eye on Blake. We tear apart the moment his eyelids flutter.
“Stop, princess,” Cal orders.
