“Jules,” Isaac shouted, thrashing so damn desperately that I almost lost it.
Someday, I’d let Jules make him come with that wicked mouth of his, just like this… except that I’d be taking that glorious, tight ass Jules was waving around as he ate our boy out—making sure it was good and pink, just like it was right now—hard and fast with my cock at the same time.
Something to look forward to.
I grabbed the lube and condom, making quick work of getting my cock ready for my desperate virgin, then pulled Jules off him.
“Such a good job, sweetheart,” I praised Jules, pulling him to me and plundering his mouth.
It tasted like Isaac. Like sex. Like mine.
“Now get on the bed, gorgeous,” I told him. “Keep our boy happy while I stretch his hole.”
Not a word of sass. Just obedience.
Probably because he was just as far gone as Isaac and I were.
I rubbed my thumb over Isaac’s wet hole, a thrill shooting through me at the thought that Jules and I had both been here. And fuck, the boy was tight. Softer. Looser. But still so virgin-tight that I knew he’d be feeling this for days, no matter how careful I was with him.
Which I would be.
The last thing I wanted was to hurt him, or even make him slightly uncomfortable, but the way he was already responding? The sweet boy was a born bottom. He wasmadefor this.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” he started whispering, his knees still clutched tightly to his chest as his sweet bottom moved against my hand.
“Jules…” I said, wanting nothing more than for both my boys to feel incredible right now.
“Yes, Daddy,” Jules replied, knowing exactly what I was asking.
And from the sound of it, he was doing it very, very well. Overwhelming our boy with his mouth, hands, and tongue… everywhere.
But one spot was mine alone right now.
I pressed my thumb in a little deeper and was rewarded with a small gasp as the tight ring of muscle clamped down around me.
“Just relax, sweet boy. Keep kissing Jules for me. Just let yourself go. Let Daddy take care of you. You’re doing so good. So beautiful down here. My perfect, perfect boy”
And bit by bit, he followed my direction. Relaxing and opening up for me. Still tight as hell, of course, but I could feel the difference once I gave him the permission he needed to let go, and it fed every Daddy instinct I had, making me growl with pleasure as I worked him open gently.
Then, when he started begging into Jules’ mouth, a little less gently.
At two fingers, I stroked his prostate.
“Daddy,” he shouted, all but throwing Jules off him as his body responded like it had been made for me.
Jules immediately pinned him back down, rubbing that long, slim cock of his against our boy’s hip as he leered down at him. “That’s right, sugar pop. Doesn’t it feel good? And it only gets better. Wait until Daddy gives you his cock.”
Isaac made desperate, frantic sounds that were less than words but more than I could handle.
Not without giving him what Jules has just promised him.
I pulled my fingers out, then added a third.
“Oh God,” Isaac groaned, his body quivering as he tensed around me.
Jules kissed his throat. Held him down. Stroked that massive cock of his.
And his ass sucked me in, hungry for everything I could give it.
