“Oh shit,” Theo whimpers from across the room.
I look over to him, seeing him with his dick in hand, pumping slowly up and down. My mouth waters seeing his cock; the need to taste him while I am being sucked overrules any thought in my head.
“Let me taste him, Daddy?” I beg.
Theo’s gaze jumps to mine, and a flash of uncertainty hits his gaze. My stomach drops at the thought that he does not want me to touch him, or he doesn’t want this and would prefer just to watch.
“No. Leave him be. He will join us when he is ready.” Colt slaps my ass, pulling my attention back to him. “Theo, baby, are you getting that cock warm for me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Theo says, and I look at him again to find him looking at me. “I am trying, River. Bear with me.” All I can do is nod.
I will not force him into doing something he is not ready for.
“Oh, fuck.” Colt sucks me into the his mouth, all the way to his throat.
His mouth bobs up and down my shaft, his hand cupping my balls, rolling them in the most delicious way.
His mouth is stretched around my dick, his tongue doing ungodly things to the underside, making my knees weak. For years I have dreamed of this, and I have finally got him. I am going to savor every second I have with him because life can be a cunt when it wants to be.
“Strip, then get on the bed.” Colt’s deep voice breaks my inner thoughts.
“Oh, hell yes,” I call out, making both Colt and Theo chuckle.
I wink at him across the room. His smile falters when he looks at the man standing next to me. Frowning, I look to Colt to see what made Theo lose his smile, but my mouth pops open, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth because of what I am seeing.
Colt has removed his shirt and pants, so he stands in front of me in just a pair of black, tight boxer briefs. The dim light is enough to showcase his God-like body: all muscles, tanned skin, tattoos, and a sexy line of hair that leads into the waistband of his briefs.
“Fuck me,” I murmur.
“Language,” Colt snaps but with a smile on his face. “It pleases me that you both like what you see.”
“Oh, hell yes.” I reach for him but stop, making eye contact, waiting for his consent.
“River, neither you nor Theo ever need permission to touch me. I am yours, as you are mine.” He takes my hands, placing them on his chest.
“Oh, thank God.” My palms go to his chest, feeling the soft, warm skin over his hard muscles.
My Daddy is built to be pleasing to the eye.
The warmth of his body feels amazing under my palms, my fingertips tracing the tattoo on his chest. Not being able to help myself, I lean in, pressing my lips to the left pectoral muscle, causing Colt to shiver.
He smells like Christmas pine and oranges.
I smirk against his skin, feeling his hand coming up to the back of my head. He grips my hair, pulling me in for another soul-stealing kiss.
Oh dear God, this man can kiss.
I get lost in the kiss, my hands reaching for his naked hips, savoring the feel of him under my palms, but my need for him grows, and I need more.
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
I say it against his lips, and he growls, a sound so deep and full of hunger that my knees buckle, and I lower myself to the bed.
“Hands and knees, boy. Let me prep that ass of yours.”
I do what he says, as the room is bathed in an orange glow and flickering lights. I see that Colt has ignited the fireplace in the room with the device in his hand. Tossing it onto the bedside table, he steps to me, a hand sliding down my spine until he gets to my ass cheek, where he lightly taps, making me arch my back with a moan.
“Daddy,” Theo whimpers, and I look over my shoulder, seeing him struggling to stay in his seat.
