Someday.
The sassy brat licked his lips, staring up at me, and then—still without breaking eye contact—he said to Isaac, “Do you want me to teach you to suck Daddy’s dick, honey?”
“Please,” Isaac breathed out reverently. “Should I… should I get down on my knees, too?”
I tangled my hand in his hair, one palm on the back of each of their heads now, but let Jules take the lead.
“That’s right, sweetie,” Jules said, pulling him down next to him. “But stroke him before you put him in your mouth,” he instructed, covering Isaac’s slim fingers around my shaft with his own.
My cock jumped in response to the extra pressure, but with an effort worthy of the boys I was making it for, I kept still.
But not quiet.
“There you go,” I encouraged Isaac, my glutes tightening with the effort not to thrust. “Just like that, beautiful. Grip it a little tighter and focus on the…fuck. Yes, lamb. So good. The head is… is sensitive.”
“No foreskin,” Isaac whispered, licking his lips as his thumb circled my glans. Then his eyes shot to Jules’. “Can I lick it? Please? Jules? What does it taste like?”
“Haven’t you ever tasted your own?” I asked, curious about the extent of his innocence.
Isaac’s face flooded with color. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jules said, grabbing the back of Isaac’s neck and kissing him. And kissing him. Andkissinghim.
I was all for giving my boys what they needed, but Daddy had needs, too
I tightened my grip on the back of their heads, using it to pull them apart. Eyes unfocused, cheeks hot, and lips swollen as they panted into each other’s mouths, they barely even acknowledged that I’d broken them apart.
I could have come from that sight alone.
But then Jules shook his head… and directed Isaac’s to mine. “Go ahead,” he said, as if there hadn’t been any interruption at all. “Give it a lick and tell me if Daddy’s tastes the same as yours, boo.”
His pink tongue darted out, spearing my slit.
“FuckingChrist,” I gritted out, my balls pulling up.
I’d been aroused since the moment Jules had taken the stage down in the ballroom, and every second spent with these two had made my blood burn even hotter. I had excellent control… but they were definitely testing it.
“The same,” Isaac said, wrapping both hands around my shaft and licking me again. “But better.”
I hissed.
Jules grinned.
Isaac licked me again, then peeked up at me, frozen in place with his tongue extended, like he’d just remembered there was a person attached to his new favorite… toy.
“You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” I told him truthfully. “You’re making Daddy feel incredible.”
“But we can make him feel even better,” Jules said with Diva’s gorgeous arrogance. “Go on, sweetie. Suck it now.”
This time, Isaac didn’t hesitate at all. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to capture the drop of pre-cum that had started to pool at the tip of my cock, then slowly, gingerly, but definitely eagerly, slid his perfect, pink lips around the head.
“Fuck,” I moaned, using every ounce of willpower I had to keep my hips from jerking forward. With one hand still stroking me and a steady stream of instruction and encouragement from his boyfriend, Isaac took another inch into his mouth, those big, whiskey-brown eyes of his flicking up to look into mine as his lips stretched wider… wider… so wide they went white.
Then, he moaned.
Jesus, control or no control, I wasn’t going to last.
But I wanted more.
