Whatever.
There had definitely been some discussion of his long-suffering bout with virginity, and in the end, we’d both agreed that finding him a Daddy was a fabulous idea. And then I’d gone out and found a way to make that happen, because good things didn’t just drop in your lap. Bitches had towork, just like Britney taught us.
Except I’d done all the legwork, and now Isaac was floundering like an adorable little guppy out of water, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound coming out.
Was he getting cold feet?
Well,thatwasn’t going to happen. Not on my watch. I’d found him the hottest Daddy at the Cuffd event, and between the two of us, Roman and I were going to expand my baby’s horizons tonight.
We just had to make him realize how badly he needed it. A thick, hard cock pounding into his hole and making him forget every slight, misstep, and impending catastrophe on the horizon…
Oh, wait. That was me. WhatIsaacneeded to do was set his ground rules or whatnot, so he’d be comfortable and feel safe enough to enjoy himself once Roman finally popped that arse cherry my little dumpling had held onto for too damn long now.
Because rules made Isaac feel comfortable and safe. But you know what else did, bitches?
Me.
Which was why I wasn’t planning on leaving his side.
It had nothing to do with the fact that I’d spent years fantasizing about his tight little body and what those big brown eyes of his would look like if they were heavy with lust as he panted my name.
And me sharing this arse-cherry-popping milestone with him wasn’t about a certain loophole in the friend code I may or may not have discovered either; one that would let me watch him squirm and beg and come without having to feel guilty for not being everything he needed myself.
Itdefinitelywasn’t about me feeling guilty for loving him better than anything else in this world—besides the late, great Freddie Mercury and a good depilatory cream, of course—but still knowing he wasn’t everything my own fabulous gay arse needed, either.
Speaking of arse, though…
“Youdowant to give it up tonight, don’t you, sweetie?” I asked, squeezing Isaac’s bouncing little booty again. “We’ve talked about this, boo.”
“Jules,” he hissed, hiding his face against Mel C.
I grinned. That wasn’t a no.
“It’s okay, beautiful,” Roman said, making Isaac lift his head and peek over his glasses at him. “Just tell me what you need in your own time. Whether you want to bottom for me tonight or not, I’m a Daddy.YourDaddy, if you’ll have me. And I’m here for whatever you need, whenever you need it.”
And then he smiled at Isaac in a way that would have made me scratch the man’s eyes out and send his arse flying back to America with a six-inch platform boot print on it if I hadn’t felt Isaac relax against my side, calming down just from—
The way Roman looked at him?
That gentle-but-firm voice he’d used?
The promise he’d just made, which sounded too good to be true, but also like he meant every word?
Huh. I’d figured that blog had just been some kind of rambling fantasy someone had posted. A kinky, gay version of those romance books Isaac thought he was so good at hiding from me. But maybe there was something more to this Daddy gig than a hot silver fox pounding a twink’s hungry hole until he begged for mercy?
“What do you need, little lamb?” Roman asked, still looking at Isaac like he already adored him. “Tell me.”
“O-Okay,” Isaac finally said, taking a couple of deep breaths and clutching my hand in both of his. “Um, mostly, I just really need you to be okay with Diva staying with me when we… when you… um, while we…”
Roman’s eyes flared with enough heat to melt the silicone that was currently making my nipples sweat. Damn, the man was sex on a stick.
“I’mveryokay with that,” he said. “I definitely want Miss Diva to be there.” He looked up at me and positivelysmolderedas he added, “If she wants to be.”
Oh,honey. If I’d been the dramatic type, I would have had to fan myself.
I fanned myself.
Isaac turned Louboutin red, his spine snapping straight. “She just wants towatch. She already said so. And I won’t do this without her. I won’t even think about it. I need her with me, too. So you can’t… can’t… you can’t make Diva do anything she doesn’t want to, Daddy.”
