Phoenix was pulling out of the parking lot as we pulled in, so Raleigh honked while I waved to him. The bike now had a designated parking spot in the garage, so Raleigh pulled into it, and we left our helmets on the rack beside the bike, where Raleigh kept the backpack he strapped to the sissy bars whenever we went shopping.
“We’re home, Daddy,” we announced when we stepped off the lift and into the loft, where boxes were carefully stacked along the wall so they weren’t cluttering up our room.
“I’m in the kitchen,” Daddy called out. “I made lemonade, if you’re thirsty.”
“I’m thirsty,” Raleigh muttered, spinning me into a kiss. “Very. Very. Thirsty.”
He peppered my lips with kisses, punctuated each word, and that chubby I’d had at the apartment returned as he started tugging at my shirt.
Oh shit. He meant to kick things off right there in the entryway, and I was totally down for that. My back hit the wall, my pants hit my ankles, and I nearly toppled over on top of him when he started tugging at my shoes.
“Want me to pour you a glass?” Daddy called, his voice still coming from entirely too far away.
“N-not,” I tried to reply, until Raleigh stole my breath with another kiss, now that my shoes had been flung somewhere.
“Sorry, what was that?” Daddy asked, sounding much closer now.
“Not thirsty for lemonade, Daddy,” Raleigh said as I started shoving at his shirt until he helped me remove it.
“Apparently not,” Daddy said, striding closer. “Is this a private party, or can Daddy join his pets and get naked too?”
“It’s a housewarming party,” I declared. “So you have to join us, Daddy.”
Daddy’s chuckle was as warm as his chest when he wrapped his arms around me and tugged me back against him, his shirt already added to the scattered ensemble on the floor.
“Something tells me this house is about to get very warm indeed,” Daddy growled as he nibbled the back of my neck.
Shivering, I gazed down at Raleigh as he knelt to untie his motorcycle boots, fingers fumbling with the knots because he couldn’t keep his eyes off us.
“Maybe you should help him?” Daddy suggested. “He looks like he’s struggling over there.”
“He does, doesn’t he?” I said, as Raleigh tugged the wrong lace and accidentally tightened them again.
“Yeah, I think he needs a hand,” Daddy said, before kissing the back of my neck and letting me go.
While I helped Raleigh with his shoes, Daddy stripped off his sweatpants and the boxers he wore underneath and soon we were all naked and trying to kiss each other at the same time. In the end, Raleigh and I took turns kissing Daddy then each other, hands touching, groping, stroking until Raleigh spun me around and carefully lowered me to the floor. I got to be the engine which meant Daddy was going to be the caboose in our train. The best part was getting to feel what Daddy was doing to Raleigh, because he mirrored every bit of the prep Daddy did to him.
He nipped the back of my neck, then side to side, hopefully leaving love bites that I’d proudly display when we headed back down to the street fair. I’d known back at the apartment that Raleigh had lube and condoms in his pocket, I’d felt them during out make out session, which was why I’d been convinced that he’d planned to end our time at the apartment the way we started it. This was so much better though.
Raleigh toyed with me before he breached me. The slow drag of withdrawal, followed by the deep, fulfilling plunge of his finger stroking inside of me, left me longing to squirm and rock, an impossible feat with him constantly rocking against me as he chased the same pleasure from Daddy.
By the time his cock finally filled me I ached to touch myself but couldn’t because I’d land flat on my face if I didn’t keep myself braced as Daddy started fucking Raleigh, driving his cock deeper into me with every thrust. Daddy must have been as horny as wewere because my arms did finally give out and I was forced to brace myself on my elbows, the angle change sending pleasure rocketing through my brain. Reduced to groaning and crying out my pleasure in wild abandon, I received a bit of unexpected hold from Raleigh, who shoved a hand under me and stroked until I blew my load all over his hand and the floor. Unfortunately, that meant his head rested on my tailbone, and with Daddy still thrusting into him, I soon found myself laying in a sticky puddle as Raleigh came next, groans reverberating along my skin before the fucker bit me right on the ass.
My yelp was drowned out by Daddy’s growls as hard, erratic thrusts sent me sliding several inches across the floor before he let out a final grunt.
Raleigh’s weight on me doubled, another reminder that maybe being the engine wasn’t the best place for the smallest guy in the room. Next time, I was gonna be the one filling and Raleigh could lay with smears of sticky cum drying all over his skin.
“See, told you it was you who made all the noise,” Raleigh panted, head resting on my left ass cheek, each breath brushing his hair over my skin.
Had I not been wrung out, exhausted and pinned to the floor, I’d have been giggling because holy shit, it tickled, which was making goosebumps crop up along my skin.
“It’s a good thing the loft is soundproof, or Aspen might have found his way up here with a tub of popcorn to enjoy the show,” Daddy teased. “And here I thought bunnies were quiet and meek things.”
I had enough energy left for a comeback, barely, but it summed up this bunny to a T. “Not when someone’s fucking them or biting them on their cute little tush.”
“It is an adorable tush,” Raleigh said, his tongue stroking over the spot he’d bit, which still stung. “Especially with my teeth marks in it.”
“Beware the licorice jellybeans, for I see them in your future,” I rasped. “Now please, will you get your big bodies off me!”
