Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Papa nodded like it was the most normal conversation in the world and I just drank my juice because my swirly straw was better than thinking about what they were talking about. “He’s fine with me getting an orgasm with penile or anal stimulation.”
Yep, no thinking about lists.
Swirly straws were the best straws.
“He likes grown-up kisses. He’s fine with being licked and my nursing from him.” Daddy’s tongue flicked out over his lips and he made Papa chuckle.
And me blush.
But I wasn’t thinking about that because I had a swirly straw.
“What else?” Daddy did his thinking face and tapped his chin. “I think I hit all the highlights.”
Yes.
But I wasn’t thinking about that because swirly straws were magic.
Up. Up. Up.
Down. Down. Down.
“All done.” Papa leaned over and kissed my head. “You did a very good job.”
Being good was hard.
“I think we’ll just let him drink and decide how dehydrated he gets in a bit.” Daddy kissed my head but I was still playing with my straw because magic was fun. “I’m pretty sure we hit his limit.”
“Agreed.” Papa kissed my head too but then he just snuggled closer and focused on Daddy. “Besides, he wasn’t the drama queen who was demanding an orgasm.”
Nope…that was Daddy.
But he huffed. “I’m not the drama llama in this relationship.”
Just because he said so didn’t make it true.
Up. Up. Up.
Down. Down. Down.
“You can argue about llamas or I can make you come.” Papa glared at Daddy as he kind of threatened him but Daddy shivered. “You decide which.”
“We had the discussion about cheating, Pokey.” Daddy tried to sound stern but he kept rubbing his bottom on my lap.
“It’s not my fault your sub side is feeling needy.” Papa shrugged but he had a naughty look in his eyes. “But I don’t need to make you submit to make you come.”
“Promises. Promises.” It was Daddy’s turn to shrug. “I’m not seeing any results so far. All talk no action?”
Yep. Daddy liked to live dangerously…that’s why he needed his boy.
Papa leaned in and his glare made Daddy shiver again. “Let me show you my action.”
Was kissing supposed to look like fighting?
Daddy didn’t squirm much because he knew I didn’t want to spill my juice but he moaned and Papa growled and their mouths fought. Maybe Papa was right about being sweet and not being sweet? I couldn’t picture him or Daddy doing that to me.
I liked watching them do it, though.
It was almost as good as straw magic.
Up. Up. Up.
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
Down. Down. Down.
Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle.
Up. Up. Up.
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
Down. Down. Down.
Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle.
Shoot.
All gone.
I gave Papa my glass and he put it on the coffee table without stopping kissing because he was good at taking care of both of us. He even stroked my head as he grabbed Papa’s neck and mouth-fought more.
It was the grown-up version of the pat your head and rub your tummy game.
Daddy liked it too because he made happy sounds and moaned and started pulling on Papa’s shirt.
“Fuck it all. Get naked, damn it.”
Daddy didn’t use nice words when he was feeling naughty.
“Language.”
Papa was so cute.
“You’re probably going to fuck me on his lap.” Daddy pulled back and glared at Papa. “That means I can use the word fuck.”
Papa looked offended. “No, it doesn’t. They’re two different things.”
It was Daddy’s turn to look confused. “You’ve lost your ever-loving mind. Fuck it back into me. Then we’ll figure out the effing rules.”
Was he going to let Papa win?
Did Papa want to win?
Did I care who won?
Nope.
I cared about more juice, though.
And more lap wiggles.
And milk time because wiggles made me achy.
9
SANTOS
Fucking drama queen had to argue about everything.
But he’d stopped for the moment, so I reached for his shirt. “You’re getting fucked so you get naked first.”
Damn it.
The drama queen smirked but held his tongue for once in his life.
He must’ve really wanted my dick in his ass.
Harley seemed to think so too because as he played with his straw he rubbed his Daddy’s back. He was mostly tuned out the rest of it, though, which was slightly confusing. But he’d gone over his limits and seemed content with us getting naked in his lap.
So…
“Do you have a condom?” Dally stayed still as I finished unbuttoning his shirt, but the minute it was off he started squirming again.
Fuck.
I managed not to say that in front of Harley, though.
“No.” His frown matched mine. “I don’t ever go this fast.”
And I hadn’t expected to do more than talk with Harley at the meeting because most of the time he didn’t seem to realize I was trying to get his attention.
Groaning, Dally looked down at his lap and frowned. “I wasn’t planning on finding my partners today either.”
While we were grumbling, Harley finally pulled his straw out of his mouth. “I had to go to the doctor.”