“Kiss it,” I told him, palming the back of his head. “I want those lips of yours on my body, gorgeous, while our boy explores.”
Isaac’s hand, hovering at my waistband, froze. “Do it?” he said to Jules hopefully. “Please?”
Jules let me push his head toward my chest, his eyes locked onto mine, and the moment he was close enough, he stretched his tongue out and sent my nerves haywire.
“So good,” I hissed, my other hand finding the back of Isaac’s head and pulling him in. “Look at him, beautiful boy. Have you ever seen a sexier sight?”
Isaac whimpered and shook his head, then thrust his thick cock against my hip like an out-of-control cocker spaniel. And fuck, this was my idea of heaven—two beautiful, eager boys in my arms, one submissive and pliant, and the other determined to challenge me at every turn.
“Daddy?” Isaac’s hands dropped to my belt. “Please?”
Jules was slowly lowering himself to his knees, hands braced on my hips and eyes never leaving mine as he did exactly what I’d told him to—mapped every inch of my treasure trail with that wicked tongue of his.
“That’s perfect, baby,” I said, not sure which one I was speaking to but knowing it was relevant for both. My cock was aching from being so hard for so long, and it was starting to cloud my thinking. Not enough that I couldn’t take care of my boys, though. “Keep going,” I said, again, for both of them. “You’ll know what to do.”
Isaac made quick work of my belt, then practically ripped my pants open as he unbuttoned them and shoved his hand inside, making me groan as his slim fingers wrapped around my throbbing length. Jules was at my navel now, swirling his tongue inside and sending pulses of heat down to my balls that were making it hard, every pun intended, to hold back the way I needed to.
For them.
“Oh my God,” Isaac said, practically panting as he explored my cock inside my pants. “Daddy, you’re so hard.”
Hell yeah, I was, and the devious little angel was driving me crazy… all the more so because he genuinely didn’t know how arousing his enthusiasm was.
Jules, on the other hand, could absolutely tell what Isaac was doing to me. He smiled against my stomach, the sensation making my balls tighten and my abs contract, then closed his teeth over the stripe of hair just above my groin and… tugged.
I hissed.
Brat.
Fuck, he was sexy.
Then he slid his hands down my hips, inside my loosened pants, and shoved them down—along with my boxer briefs—until both were bunched at my thighs and my cock sprang free, the head already shiny and slick with the evidence of my arousal.
“There you go, boo,” he said after releasing my body hair from his teeth. He winked at his boyfriend. “Something for you to play with.”
“Jules,” Isaac groaned, that pretty blush I was never going to get tired of spreading across his cheeks. “Daddy’s not… not atoy.”
I laughed, falling just a little bit harder for the sweet little thing.
“I will absolutely be your toy,” I told him, pulling him toward me and taking a single kiss, then returning his hand to my cock and wrapping his fingers around the shaft. “And Jules is going to teach you how to play with me, aren’t you, Jules?”
Jules licked his lips, and my cock instantly responded, pulsing in Isaac’s loose grip.
“Tighter, beautiful,” I directed him, showing him how I liked it. “Warm me up—” as if I needed it, “—for your mouth.”
He froze, panting like he’d just run a 10k.
“Jules?” he whispered, seeking reassurance again. “Can I?”
“Of course, sugar pop,” Jules said, eyeing my cock hungrily. “You’re going to be perfect at it.”
Isaac blushed again. “No, I’m not.”
Jules made a rude noise that made me laugh… then hiss when it made my cock jerk in Isaac’s tight grip. “Fuck,” I grunted, folding at the waist and thrusting into his hand before I could stop myself.
“Someone’s eager,” Jules said with a smirk.
“Someone should be glad he’s already on his knees, otherwise he’d be over mine,” I growled, only half meaning it. Jules on his knees for me was an intoxicating sight… but Julesovermy knee would be, too.
