I hum as I nod. “Quite an experience.”
He spins me to face him. “But you’re okay? You don’t have regrets.”
I grin up at him and tug him down for a kiss. It’s simple. I haven’tquitemastered anything more sensual, but he lets go of his tension like I hoped. “No regrets.”
“Good.” He nuzzles along my neck.
“Areyouokay?” I ask as my head fills with questions. So many questions.
Buckle’s lips twitch. “What is it?”
“Do you continuously come when you’re knotting?”
He swipes a hand through his hair and laughs. “Yeah, takes a lot out of a guy. But it’s the first couple moments that are the most intense.”
I nod and go back to stirring the stew. “Makes sense. You’d probably lose consciousness if it was intense through the entire knotting.”
“Probably.” He chuckles and grabs a few bowls from the cabinets. “What can I help with?”
My timer goes off for the rolls, and I nod to the oven. It’s like we’re of a single mind, working together to make sure Perry gets fed.
“There you are,” Perry pouts. He rubs at his eyes when he enters the kitchen. His pheromones threaten to overpower me, but I push through the best I can. He’s naked, cock hard and leaking. I lick my lips, wanting another taste. He smirks. “Hello, sweetness. And what is this you’ve made for us?”
“Stew. I put a few things you had in the fridge together. And some rolls. I hope it’s okay.”
“Sweetie, you’re an excellent cook. I won’t ever refuse anything you’ve made.” Perry crooks his finger at me and my dick hardens, lifting the hem of my borrowed shirt. We kiss and my eyes flutter closed. Both of my men kiss me so differently, so perfectly.
Perry’s skin is on fire where we touch. He tugs me closer by the shirt and rubs his dick against me before his eyes shoot open at the same time mine do and he stumbles away. I’m left unstable from the action.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t ask,” Perry says. His cheeks are so red. “You’ve made it very clear that you’re not ready for a lot. Especially all at once.”
I swallow. “So’kay. How long do you think you have before the next wave hits?”
He’s already flushed all over, as if it’s already starting.
“We should have time to eat.”
Buckle pulls out chairs for both of us and ushers us to sit. The plate of rolls is already on the table. He ladles the stew into bowls and places one in front of each of us before sitting himself.
We eat in silence for what feels like forever before I open my big mouth.
“I’d like to suck your dicks.”
They both sputter. As if they practiced, they wipe their mouths in unison before turning to me.
I slurp up a few more mouthfuls, but can’t stop smiling. “What?”
“You can’t just say shit like that while we’re eating,” Buckle says with a laugh.
Perry shrugs. “I don’t mind and I’ll let you practice to your heart’s content.” He shoots Buckle a look. “You can’t say you wouldn’t let him drink down your cum like it’s ambrosia. Notwith how you love to beg for me to suck you off whenever we get the chance. Sometimes while we’re eating.”
I stifle a chuckle and sop up the last bits of my stew with a roll. “So is that a yes to sucking your dicks?”
“I have no objections,” Perry says.
My face burns at my boldness. Who switched my brain, because this isn’t me. Or is it? Perry and Buckle have both proven they’re happy to wait for me. But... I’m ready.
Sweat beads on Perry’s forehead, and he sighs. “But maybe later. I feel another wave coming.” He looks up at Buckle.
