“Only because?—”
“Quiet. Only Daddy gets to talk now. Can you be my good boy and be quiet?” I nod but then almost cry out when his finger brushes over my slit. “Good boy. Keep it all in. We don’t want them to know what we’re doing over here.” I squeeze my eyes shut, because this is so hot and bordering on taboo. Semi-public sex, yes please.
I lean my head against his shoulder and stretch my legs out on the couch.
“Mmm, that’s better. Now I can really play with my boy.” And he does. His fingers are moving up and down in a loose grip, and I want him to touch me more, harder. I whimper and my hips shift. “Shh,” he scolds.
I take a deep breath and focus back on the movie. His hand becomes more of a gentle massage, and I almost forget that I want to get off.
That’s when he starts moving in earnest.
“Daddy,” I whisper and arch my back against his body. He ignores me and continues his teasing.
“Good Lord,” Joe groans.
“Your hands better not be on his dick,” Leo mutters.
“Oh yeah, and where are your hands?” Izzy snaps back. “And why is your boy panting?”
Leo opens his mouth like he’s going to answer, but Joe stops him.
“Maybe we should take a break to put on our pajamas on,” he suggests.
“Good idea,” Leo agrees, and Izzy climbs off of Joe’s lap. “Wait! Let us leave first. I don’t need to see your hard-ons,” Leo protests.
“Like we want to see yours?” Joe adds.
“Then don’t look,” Leo sasses.
“I want to see.” Izzy giggles.
“That’s enough.” Joe gets up and pulls Izzy down the hall.
“Come on, babe. I have some new jammies for you.”
“Really? But it’s not Christmas yet.”
“These aren’t Christmas presents.”
“Okay. Can you wear your jammies too?”
He grins and licks his lips. “You know my pajamas aren’t appropriate for company.”
I shiver at the thought of him in his royal-blue camisole and silky shorts that always ride up so I can see his ass peeking out of the bottom. “I like your pretties very much.”
“Thank you.” He kisses the top of my head and hands me Dicky. “Okay, lie down on the bed.” I hurry to comply, and he goes to his bag. “So, we don’t have to, but I got you a special present.”
I bolt upright in the bed. “A special present?”
When he turns to me, he’s holding a candy cane and lube. That’s a weird combo, oh... Oh!
It takes me far too long to realize the candy cane is a plug. Then I scramble down the bed and onto all fours, presenting my ass like the good cock slut I am.
He chuckles darkly and runs his fingers down my still-covered ass.
“I love the enthusiasm, but you need to be naked first.” I reach back and try to tear off my shirt. “Hey, relax, let Daddy do it.” I take a deep breath and lift my arms. “These are special jammies.” He unbuttons my pants and pulls them down my legs. Then he holds out a red long john onesie. I’ve never had a onesie before, but I’m excited about it.
“They look comfy.”
