“What’s that?” Mitch says hesitantly, his voice low, pointing at the bandage. Ty’s eyes dip to his thigh like he’s only just now noticing that his thigh is wrapped.
“Oh, this ol’ thang?” he drawls nonchalantly. “Just a new tattoo,” he says, trying for an indifferent tone, but I notice the pent-up excitement seeping through. He’s bursting with something, that’s for sure. “So you missed me, huh?” he changes the subject, his voice sugary sweet with a hint of vulnerability.
Mitch grunts something inaudible as he wraps his arm around Ty’s slim shoulders, pulling him flush against his side.
“What was that, Daddy? I didn’t hear you?” Ty smirks, burrowing closer against Mitch’s side. Mitch groans, his gaze searching mine. I just shrug at him, as I mouth,tell him.Mitch coughs, then says, “We uhm… we missed you, Ty.” For a moment the words hang in the air between us, their meaning sinking in. Ty sniffs against Mitch’s chest, then he purrs, “Reallyyy? You missed me?” He then sits up slightly, turning toward me. “You too, Cal-Bear? You missed me too?” And before I can reply, Hubby Dearest throws me under the bus as he tattles on my ass like we’re in goddamn kindergarten.
“Cal’s the one who stole my phone and texted you!”
“Really?” Ty blinks. Then hetsk-tsks, smiling at me. “Jeez, Cal-Bear. That’s so cute. You missed me, you old grizzly.” Mitch laughs, his deep baritone filling the room.
“I’m not old,” I mumble like a petulant child. “I’m younger than Mitch,” I pout, real kindergarten style, too.
“Awww, that’s so sweet,” Ty coos. “You guys…” he shakes his head. “I missed you too, Daddies,” he laughs, his chest vibrating. “So much!” He pats our thighs. “If you get off your senior citizen asses, I’ll show you exactly how much.” Then he leaps from the couch, running toward the bedroom. “Bring the bag, Mitchy,” he throws over his shoulder. “We’ll need it after!”
“After what?” I call out, my mind registering the wording on the back of Ty’s new crop top as he disappears down the hallway.I May Be Cute, But Don’t F****** Touch Me If You’re Not My Daddy.
“Fuuuck,” Mitch groans, shifting next to me and rubbing his hand across his massive hard-on. “Did you see that?” I just nod because all words other than ‘If you’re not my Daddy’ have apparently left my vocabulary. Those words are on repeat in my head until I fly from the couch at the same time as Mitch, who blurts, “We’re the Daddies!” Yes, we are. We aretheDaddies. Go eat your heart out, Muscle Daddies of Venice Beach.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Mitch
We both scramble down the hallway, where Ty has left a trail of clothes for us like messy breadcrumbs. When we stumble into our bedroom, we’re both down to our briefs, panting like two shopaholics on Black Friday, only to find our bed empty. That’s when we both notice it at the same time. The shower is running. And Ty’s torturing the hell out of Beyonce’sDrunk in Love.
“Babyyy, all night… uhhh uhhh uhhh, baby, all night.”
Cal drops his briefs like they’ve been invaded by fire ants while he smiles at me, his eyes already love-drunk, lust emanating off his body. I laugh back at him, grabbing my junk above my briefs and squeezing it, a pained moan leaving my mouth.
“Let’s give our boy what he wants,” I blurt, spinning on my heel and rushing toward the bathroom. Cal’s right behind me, his warm breath on my neck, his horniness pouring off his body.
“Surfboard, surfboard, grainin’ on that wood, grainin’, grainin’ on that wo—Uhh, Daddies, there you are. What took you so long? Thought I was gonna have to start the party without you,” he moans, sliding his fingers down his wet chest, toward his belly, where they pause, tugging at that belly ring of his. And… he’s on his knees. Our boy is on his knees for us as he looks up, adoration in his eyes, licking his bottom lip self-consciously. “I missed you too, Daddies. So very, very much,” he moans, his fingertips playing with that fucking ring.
“Jesus,” Cal growls next to me, his cock jutting out, slapping against his stomach.
“It’s not Jesus, Cal-Bear. It’s just me, your Ty Baby,” he blinks innocently, his fingers dipping lower, wrapping around his cock, giving it a few lazy strokes, his eyelashes fluttering in ecstasy. I swallow as I bend to slide down my briefs, my cockhead sticking to the cotton fabric, with what appears to be a gallon of precum smeared against the inside. Holy fucking fuck train, I don’t recall ever having been this horny. Not even in the early days with Cal when we were going at it non-stop. It’s like Cal’s and my combined arousal has blown any restraint right out the window and left is only a primal lust that drives us into the shower, with Ty stroking himself at our feet.
“I skipped lunch, Daddies,” he coos, licking his lips. “I’m so hungry,” he pouts. “Feed me, Daddies. Make me choke on them, on your big, fat Daddy cocks.” He closes his eyes, opening his plush lips, wet from the spray from the shower. “Please, feed me, Daddies. Fill me up with your warm cum. I’m so hungry.” Opening his mouth as wide as it’ll go, he sticks out his tongue, his eyes still closed. And I lose it. I just fucking lose it. Takinga step forward, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, twisting his wet curls around my fist.
“This?” I grab the base of my hardness with my other hand, slapping the flushed cockhead against his bratty tongue. “This is what you want, baby boy? You wanna choke on Daddy’s cock?” I snarl. He chases my cock with his tongue, trying to suck it down his bratty throat, but I aim it so it just continues to escape him. Opening his eyes, frustration battling with lust in the fiery cinnamon, he begs, “Please, Daddy. Please fuck my mouth. Wreck it. Make me choke on it, Mitchy. Please.” Then something changes in his eyes. “Shut me up, Mitchy. I know you’re dyin’ to.”
And I am. Dying to. So I do. I push my cock into the soft heat of his mouth and jam it so far down his throat it’ll go. He swallows around me and it’s like the sum of every sex dream I’ve ever had. I nearly blow then and there, and I’m relieved when Cal steps up next to me, stroking his cock furiously. Grabbing the base of my husband’s cock, I pull out from Ty’s mouth, and before he can object, I replace my cock with Cal’s. A loud groan escapes my husband’s lips as Ty laps eagerly at the mushroom head, dipping his pink tongue into the slit, digging out his price, a fat dollop of precum.
“Fucking yes!” Cal shouts as he begins fucking Ty’s mouth in uncontrolled, shallow thrusts with his hips. Drool mixed with water cascades down our boy’s chin and neck as he works my man over in a way that’d make any porn movie director salivate. He pants and hums, his hands wrapped around Cal’s meaty ass cheeks, his own dick dripping angrily. When Cal finally slides all the way down Ty’s throat, I watch his tiny toes curl in bliss, his cute nose buried deep in his Daddy’s nest of dark pubic hair. He looks stunning, on his knees for my husband, drenched and submissive, and yet he holds all the power. In such a short time, Ty has become our master, our entire world centering around this magnificent creature.
Then Ty is swallowing, his body beaming with arousal, as Cal pours his release down his throat, shaking next to me. His deep shout fills the shower, echoing off the walls, Ty glued to his cockhead, wringing every last drop out of him, excess cum trailing down his chin.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Cal chants next to me, stroking his fingers through Ty’s hair, patting his head tenderly. With a final lick, Ty pops off Cal’s spent cock, grinning at me teasingly.
“That was the appetizer, Daddy,” he rasps, blinking all innocently up at me. Dayum, I could get used to this, my boy on his knees for me. For us. Maybe we should buy the boy some knee pads. “Now give me the main,” he demands, and I bet if he weren’t on his knees, he’d be stomping his feet. Grabbing the base of my cock, he sucks me down, swallowing around me, stars bursting in my head at the sheer bliss of feeling him wrapped around me. Squeezing my balls in his fist, he scrambles closer against me, his knees sliding along the wet tiles. His content moans vibrate around my cock as I piston in and out of his mouth, my orgasm slowly building in my gut. Cal’s sucking hickeys into my neck and my body is bursting from sexual overload, but it’s like I’m balancing on that edge, not quite ready to jump yet.
Then Cal’s right there, in my ear, his wet breath on my earlobe, his soft whisper against my skin.
“Let go, babe,” he coos. “Let go.” And I do. I give in and let go. With a silent scream on my lips, I let go. I just manage to pull my cock from Ty’s mouth before I explode. On his tongue, on his lips, on his chin. Fucking everywhere. Strings of white hot cum linger momentarily on his bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth, moaning contentedly around it.
“Yummy,” he eventually says, smacking his lips, as I slowly come back from the edge. Then he blinks, his gaze coasting between Cal and me. “Thank you,” he croaks. “Thank you,Daddies,” he purrs, rubbing at his belly. “That was so good.Yummy.”
“Shit,” I laugh because, yes, that was indeedso good. And I tell him exactly just that. “That was so damn good, baby.” The pride in my voice doesn’t escape me, and I guess Ty hears it, too, as he puffs out his chest. Beckoning at him with my right index finger, I murmur, “Your turn, baby.” Ty flushes his cheeks positively on fire. Then he swallows.
