It was a dare.
A challenge.
A veiled request.
Oh, I was definitely going to spank him. The boyneededit… but not yet.
“Later,” I said, leaning forward and claiming his mouth with a quick, bruising kiss.
Mine.
“If you earn it.”
It took a minute, but then he spluttered in indignation, making my heart fill in ways that I had no words for because he really was mine. They both were. I knew exactly what they each needed and could read them like a book. It was all the proof I needed.
“If Iearnit? Oh, honey,” Jules started in, “I think you’ve got that backwards. It’s aprivilegeto touch this arse.” He turned and thrust it out at me, looking back over his shoulder as he smacked it himself. “It’s something mendreamof. It’s an honoryouhave to earn.”
I grinned. He was magnificent. And correct on every point.
I was still right, though.
His eyes narrowed. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because of you,” I said, which instantly flustered him and earned a happy, muffled little sound from Isaac. “Now be good, Jules, and help our boy learn how to suck a cock.”
Isaac’s hands had been fluttering over my chest while he worked my thumb over with his eager little mouth, making their way down my stomach, but he’d stopped just before he made it to my waist.
I knew what he needed to feel confident going farther, and it was the man who’d brought him to me.
I took a step back, reluctantly sliding my thumb out of his mouth and leaving Isaac swaying on his feet.
“Isaac needs you, Jules,” I said, taking Isaac’s hand and pressing it against my chest again, more firmly than he’d done himself. “You can touch me, little lamb,” I said, deliberately moving his hand a little lower, ensuring that his touch was a little firmer. “Wherever you want. Whenever you want. Jules will show you how.”
“Jules?” Isaac asked, his eyes flying up to meet his boyfriend’s as he sought out the confirmation I’d known he needed. There was uncertainty there, but something else, too. A fiery look of determined need that hadn’t been there before.
It had only been my thumb, but it had given him a taste.
Now heneeded.
He was also needy, though. Seeking reassurance and uncertain of his skills. Wanting to move aheadwithJules, not just because of him. It brought out every protective, dominant Daddy instinct inside me… and fulfilling all that need, for both of them, was going to be almost as satisfying as the release I’d eventually find in their holes.
“Keep going, sweetie,” Jules urged him, instantly forgetting his snit and focusing on Isaac, exactly as I’d known he would. “Daddy will tell you if he needs you to stop, but you can tellhimwhat you need, too.” A wonderfully wicked smile graced his face as he added, “Or just what youwant, boo.”
Isaac blushed, but then nodded... and only hesitated a moment before tugging at the hem of my shirt.
“I want to see,” he said softly, peeking up at me. “May I, Daddy?”
I instantly pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it aside, a satisfied glow filling my heart as Isaac took the opportunity to let his hands roam across the dusting of hair that fanned out across my chest and ran down my belly, a look of intense concentration mixed with eager wonder on his face.
And lust. Jesus, these boys. They were half my age at best and would definitely keep me on my toes. And if my biology couldn’t keep up with them all the time?
My cock pulsed against the restraining material of my pants as I pictured all the ways I could direct them to pleasure each other. There was more than one benefit to having two boys at once, that was for sure.
“That treasure trail… damn, Daddy,” Jules said, trailing one of those extravagant nails of his down the dark line of hair bisecting my abs, following the path Isaac’s hand had just taken.
It wasn’t the six-pack I’d had fifteen years ago, but still, it was nothing I was ashamed of.
Maybe even better than just “not ashamed of,” given the raw hunger on Jules face as he licked his lips.
