Maybe it sounds repetitive, but it’s what he loves and wants and needs when he’s in this mode. He doesn’t want to think—he wants to feel, to be reminded of this dark and dirty side of him.
To completely let go to us in every way, there only for our pleasure.
Goddamn, that’s fuckinghaaawt. “Let him in, then. No going back now.”
Jordan squirms again as he pushes, trying to relax his ass. Leo guides him to sit up a little, and then there’s more erotic pressure against the underside of my shaft.
I devour Jordan’s mouth, sucking his lips, his tongue, nipping and claiming and swallowing every gasp and moan as Leo slowly makes progress. He presses forward, retreats, and then another advance, a little more each time.
“Breathe,” I whisper in Jordan’s mouth and he sucks in a gasp of air. Around our cocks his body twitches and spasms in response to the slow strokes my hand makes on his cock. “Such a good little fucktoy for us.” His hands flex and fist against my shoulders, his body on autopilot now and shoved so down deep into his pleasure that I’m not even sure he’s processing much of anything else at this moment.
It’s…incredible. Once Leo’s all the way in he holds still for a moment. “Get comfortable, boy,” Leo says, his voice deep, strained as his control is tested. “Squeeze that slutty little ass around our cocks. You wanted them—you got them.”
From the sounds he’s making Jordan’s fuckinggone, deep in subspace. I release his cock and poke Leo, holding my hand out and he knows what I want. I hear a squirt and feel a little cool lube hit my fingers.
Much better. I wrap my fingers around Jordan’s shaft again and change how I’m stroking him, now long, slow strokes the entire length of his cock, playing with the head before sliding down to the base again. Not to get him off yet but to transform any discomfort into pleasure.
Leo sucks in a breath. “Okay. Okay.” He starts to withdraw but stops and hisses with pleasure. “Fuuuck, that’s good. So fucking tight and hot and goddamned good. I need a minute or I’m gonna pop.”
I change my grip in Jordan’s hair and lift my lips from his so I can look into his eyes. It’s damned hard to keep from smiling and maintain a stern gaze. “Flex your ass,” I order. “Don’t you fucking embarrass me in front of him. Show him what you know.”
His wild-eyed gaze definitely fits that trite romance novel description of a wild horse as he complies, trying to squirm but now pinned in place by Leo’s hands clamped on top of his shoulders.
I gentle my voice. “That’s it. There’s my good little slut. I have to put you through your paces in front of your Daddy so he can get acquainted with my little cumdump. Get comfy. You’re going to be here a while.” I stop stroking Jordan, squeezing his cock again. “You want to show him how good you can milk yourself on the toys, don’t you?”
“Yes…Sir!”
“You should see this slut, Leo,” I say, my gaze never leaving Jordan’s. “Don’t let him fool you. He takes the big toys without any trouble at all. He begs me to ride them. I leave him locked up and trust me, if he wants to come, he can make it happen without needing to touch his cock at all.” I squeeze Jordan’s cock again, drawing another sexy moan from the boy as he tries to fuck my fist.
“Did I tell you to do that, slut?”
He freezes. “No, Sir.”
Leo half chuckles, half groans. “Fuck, that’s goddamnedhot.” He sucks in a deep breath and I feel his cock slowly withdrawing before he presses in again. “Oh, my god, El. This is fuckingamazing.”
“I know.” I don’t break eye contact with Jordan, watching him for any signs of pain or the bad kind of discomfort that means I need to stop this. “Feels good on this side, too.”
“New…favorite…thing,” Leo says. He slowly takes another stroke, blowing out a breath as he does. “Fuuuuck. Fuck!”
I gently shake Jordan’s head. “Next time we double breed you, I’ll make sure Leo puts at least one load down your throat earlier in the day so he can hold on earlier. Or we need to make sure he remembers to wear a cockring.”
Jordan tries to kiss me but I wrench him back by the hair. “No no no, slut,” I scold. “You get to sit there. Fucktoys don’t get to do anything but what they’re told.”
“Jesus!” Leo gasps as he takes another agonizingly slow stroke. “Seriously, El, I don’t think I’m going to last long.”
I bring Jordan’s mouth close to mine. “Is it as good as you hoped?”
“Yes, Sir,” he whines. “Better!”
“Tell me what you’re feeling right now, slut.”
His breathing quickens as I slowly stroke his cock. “Proud, Sir.”
“Why?”
He wants me to kiss him again. He’s not pulling against my hand but his lips keep pursing, like he’s hoping to draw me in. “Because I can take both of you.” Triumph flashes in his gaze. “Because you’ll both never want another toy besides me.”
Now I let myself smile, keeping it dark, evil, because this is progress I’ll discuss later with the psychologist. “That’s right,” I whisper. “You’re so smart, look at you. Cute, fuckable ass, and enough brains to make you worth keeping around. We willneverneed or want another fucktoy. We haveyou. Our perfect, breedable little cumdump.”
