I may have disagreed on Jules’ “main event” classification—there was so much more to sex, to giving and receiving pleasure, and to all the ways I planned on driving my boys wild than penatrative sex—but I couldn’t deny that I was just as eager as they both seemed to finally feel Isaac’s tight, virgin ass gripping my cock.
And more importantly, to be the first man—theonlyman, if I was reading Jules and his aversion to topping correctly—to show Isaac the kind of pleasure taking a cock could mean for him.
“Have you ever had anything inside your hole, beautiful?” I asked, leaning over the bed and nudging Jules’ hand aside so I could be the one to handle that glorious, stiff length.
My own cock was rock-hard and more than ready to come out and play, but I had patience for days… and nothing felt better than focusing on my boys’ pleasure.
Nothing.
“Ah,Daddy,” my sweet lamb gasped as soon as I took him in hand, his eyes rolling back as I started slowly stroking him while Jules took the initiative to lean in and nip at the base of his throat. “Please…more.”
“Daddy is definitely going to give you more, sweet boy,” I growled, my own lust rising hard and fast, despite my commitment to putting my boys first, because…Jesus.
I wanted in my boy’s hole, but his cock?
His big, uncut, gloriously thicker-than-my-wrist erection?
It was completely, pornographically, perfectly out of proportion with the rest of his slight frame, and someday—if my lamb proved versatile—I was very much looking forward to enjoying it in an entirely different way.
But right now, I had another promise to keep.
“I need you to answer me, Isaac,” I said, the purely physical part of me wanting nothing more than to throw his legs up and bury myself inside him. “Have you ever played with your ass, baby? Have you ever touched it? Fucked yourself with your fingers? Played with any toys?”
“N-N-No,” he stuttered, one hand clutching at Jules and the other flailing against the bedspread. “Daddy,please.”
“It’s so pretty when you beg, sweetie,” Jules purred, nipping Isaac’s earlobe. “But don’t worry, I won’t let Daddy leave you hanging. In fact, I’m pretty sure he’s going to give you all you can handle.”
“Sassy brat,” I said, swatting Jules deliciously svelte ass… which was still faintly pink from before.
The color was sexy as all hell on him.
Not least because it made him look likemine.
“Yoursassy brat,” Jules said, as if he’d read my mind, giving me a and-what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it look.
There was a lot I wanted to do about it. Enough to last a lifetime.
But for now…
I let go of Isaac’s cock, doubting he had the ability to hold out if I kept indulging myself by playing with it, and pulled Jules to me to claim his mouth. And kissing him? It was never going to be sweet and easy. Instead, it was an entirely different flavor of sweet. Plush and inviting and deceptively soft on the surface, but fiery and fierce once he let me inside.
Like melted chocolate… with a chili pepper inside.
Isaac whined, the slick sound of his hand moving over his cock keeping me from getting lost in Jules greedy, generous mouth.
“None of that,” I said, pulling Isaac’s hand away and leaning down to kiss his sweet mouth, too. “Be good, baby. I expectbothof you to be good for me. And if you don’t…”
“I will,” Isaac panted. “Always. Please.Daddy.”
“If wedon’t,” Jules said, giving me a sultry look. “Then I fully expect you to discipline us as needed… Daddy.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” I said, palming his tight ass in one of my hands and giving it a healthy squeeze to wake up the heat I’d laid down there earlier. “You can count on it.”
He gasped, then shot me a look that was pure sex. “I’ll hold you to that promise, Daddy.”
I held his gaze. “And I’ll never let you down.”
Jules’ smile slipped free, bright and fast, then he wiggled away from me and propped himself up on his elbow next to Isaac, striking his best centerfold pose. “How do you want us, Daddy?”
