“Yes, but there was a lot more to my job. I was good at it, very good, but it began to wear on me emotionally.” Daddy took my hands and helped me stand up. His hands rested on my hips, not moving. “May I take these off? I have some comfy sweatpants for you to wear.”
“Yes please, Daddy.” I gasped as Daddy dropped to his knees in front of me, my brain throwing up all sorts of dirty images.As soon as he undid the zip on my jeans he’d see the effect those dirty thoughts were having on me.
“What do we have here?” Daddy’s voice was a soft purr. Glancing down, I blushed as I realised what had Daddy sounding like that. I’d put on my favourite pair of emerald green lace boy shorts, they were made for men to wear giving extra room in the front. When Rose had gotten the first shipment in I’d bought half a dozen pairs in every colour they had. I loved the feel of them against my skin.
“Oh you like my underwear, Daddy?” I tried for nonchalant, but it came out breathy as Daddy traced a finger over the lace front of my panties.
“Very much so. Marco, have you seen what our gorgeous boy has hiding underneath his jeans?” Papa stood behind me, hooking his chin over my shoulder and looking down. The soft tendrils of his long hair brushed against my neck.
“That’s a fucking beautiful sight.” Marco’s breath ghosted against my ear.
I smiled and leaned back against him. “My panties, or Daddy on his knees?”
“Going to go with both, sprite Your daddy does look amazing on his knees though, and he sure does love to suck cock.”
I gasped at Papa’s words and Daddy smiled back at me. “Do you really like to suck cock, Daddy?”
“I really do.” Daddy licked his lips slowly. “We promised to take things slow, Seb.”
“But taking the edge off might help me regress easier.” I countered, blushing at how forward I was being.
“You know, I think our boy might have a point.” Marco moved his hands to my hips, running his fingers along the lacy edge of my panties and the skin of my waist.
At the touch of his warm fingers on my skin I moaned softly.
“Do you want this, baby? Do you want Daddy to suck your cock?” Daddy’s hands had joined Papa’s on my hip. I felt like the filling in a particularly sexy Daddy sandwich.
“I do. I really do.”
Daddy pressed a kiss to the bare skin of my belly while Marco pulled me back into his arms, tipping my face so he could kiss me hungrily.
I gasped into Papa’s mouth when I felt warm heat against my lace covered cock and the press of Daddy’s tongue through the lace.
I broke the kiss when I felt my underwear being pulled down, and my handsome Daddy licking my cock root to tip rendered me speechless.
Marco nipped my neck gently then spoke, his voice a dirty whisper against my ear. “Daddy’s got a talented mouth. You’re in for a treat.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself and come too quickly,” I whined as Daddy took the head of my cock in his mouth. My knees might have gone out from under me if not for Papa’s strong hands around my waist.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about. Believe me, when Daddy has his mouth on me I sometimes feel like I’m going to go off like a rocket.”
Papa ran his hands up and down my torso and waist as Daddy took me into his mouth. I couldn’t help but feel self conscious of the sounds that Daddy was drawing from me, but Papa wasn’t having any of it.
“Don’t hide your sounds from us, love. Let Daddy hear how much you’re enjoying his mouth.” As Papa spoke, Daddy took me deeper into his throat.
“Oh my god, Daddy, that feels amazing.” I reached out tentatively to stroke his dark hair and he lifted his head, his dark eyes crinkling like he was trying to smile around my cock.
“I’m going to need you to teach me how to do that,” I gasped as my cock slipped deeper into Daddy’s throat. I swore he was using the muscles in his throat to milk me. That should not even be possible.
Daddy pulled off my cock with an audible pop which made me giggle and moan. I wanted him back sucking my cock, but I also wanted to kiss him. Papa pulled me back on the bed, moving so he was laying alongside me, and Daddy moved back to where I wanted him most, but not before he crawled up my body and gave me a slow kiss.
“Thank you, baby boy, for letting us give you this.”
Was he kidding me? I should be on my knees thanking him and Papa, and when my brain was no longer off line I intended to do just that. Those thoughts were lost when Daddy resumed sucking me. Papa, it seemed, wasn’t going to miss out, and he attacked my neck with equal vigour, sucking and licking around the flower tattoo I had there.
“Love your ink, baby boy. It’s beautiful just like you.” Papa pressed another kiss to my throat before moving down to attack my nipples.
Holy hell.
