“Oof,” I said, his enthusiasm almost knocking me on my ass even though he was the epitome of a tiny little twink. I caught him around the waist, grinning against his lips as he poured his everything into the kiss, and then—just as reluctantly as I’d ended the moment with Jules—I set him aside and straightened his glasses on his face.
“Oh,” he said, his face instantly flooding with color. “I’m… I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean, I wasn’t thinking, I—”
“Don’t ever apologize for kissing me,” I said, meaning it. “I loved it, little lamb, and want more soon.” I pulled Jules closer, keeping a firm hold on both of them. “And you, gorgeous, are addictive. You’re both so fucking beautiful. Perfect. Perfect forme.”
My voice had dropped to a low growl, and I made myself stop so I didn’t scare them away before I showed them just how good we would be together. There would be plenty of time to confess my feelings later, as they grew from this primal instinct into something solid enough to build forever on. But now? With Isaac’s eyes still wide and yearning, his pupils blown after that hot-as-hell make out session with his boyfriend, and Jules looking like he didn’t know whether to give in to me or throw up his defenses again?
Jesus fuck. I wanted to give them everything.
No, I wanted to give them therightthings. Exactly what they needed. Right the fuck now.
“Let’s try that one more time,” I said, determined to stay in the moment with them and take care of them like they deserved.
Isaac was a dream, waking up every protective instinct I had and making me salivate with the need to introduce him to everything he’d never had before. And my diva, my gorgeous queen, underneath the sassy comebacks and the fabulous clothes and the makeup he wore like armor, I could tell that he was vulnerable, too. He needed a strong hand in his life every bit as much as Isaac did… and he needed the unconditional devotion even more.
They both neededme.
I just had to show them that.
I reached out to stroke Isaac’s sweet face. His cheeks were flushed, and the heat that was radiating from his body was already driving me out of my mind. “Kiss your boyfriend for me again, beautiful.”
Isaac moved in eagerly, but I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to a stop.
“Not his lips this time, little lamb. Explore. Look at that gorgeous face, his elegant neck, that tempting pulse beating at the base of his throat.”
Not just beating, racing.
Jules swallowed, his Adam’s apple another temptation as it travelled up and down his smooth throat. I pushed Isaac toward it, holding Jules in place with my other hand as our sweet boy did as he’d been told.
Kissed.
Licked.
Explored.
Drove Jules crazy until they were both panting, and my own cock was so hard my pants were in danger of strangling it.
I must have made a sound—hell, I know I did, a sound of pure, urgentneed—and Isaac instantly untangled himself from Jules and stared up at me with wide, glazed eyes. Panting.
“D-Do you want us to do something else, Daddy?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper but every fiber of his being tuned into pleasing me.
That right there, encapsulated by a single, innocent and uncertain question, ruined me for all other boys.
Well, except for one other boy.Myother one.
“I want you to do everything, beautiful,” I told Isaac, running my thumb over his swollen, wet lips and then pushing the tip inside. “And you’re doing it so very well. Isn’t he, Jules?” I added as Isaac instinctively started to suck, sending a bolt of heat to my groin.
“Sowell,” Jules agreed, looking just as dazed as Isaac did. Then Jules shook himself, a spark of his sass breaking through his lust-drunk state, and he deliberately looked me over, his eyes coming to rest on my engorged cock. “But are you sure your thumb is what you want our sweet little dumpling to be sucking on, Daddy?”
Isaac made a sound I’d remember for the rest of my life… and, if I was lucky, re-create many, many times in the future. It wasn’t just lust, it washope. Gratitude. Yearning. The boy wanted my cock, and he wanted it desperately.
But my other boy?
“You naughty little thing,” I said to Jules, deliberately pushing my thumb deeper into Isaac’s mouth, then pulling it back, then pushing it in again, mimicking a slow, sensual rhythm I hoped to experience in his tight little ass before the weekend was over. “You really do need a spanking, don’t you? Teasing our boy like that. Making him want things he’s not ready for. Dangling a treat in front of him without offering to help.”
Jules had been unconsciously grinding against my thigh, his hard cock leaking through the thin material of his sexy-as-fuck body suit as his eyes stayed riveted on Isaac’s greedy, unskilled sucking, but that instantly had his eyes jerking up to meet mine, his body going utterly still.
“You’re not going to spank me…Daddy,” he said, drumming his long, glitter-covered nails against my chest as his cock jerked against my leg, and he cocked an eyebrow at me, those pornographic lips of his curling up as he held my gaze.
