Page 22 of Ethan’s Dazzling Daddies

Jacob made it clear how much he loved Ethan every single day. And though Ash hadn't yet said the words, his actions had Ethan believing that he loved him too. It was only a matter of time before they shared them.

Ethan lounged on his couch, bored out of his mind and horny beyond reason. Despite having multiple partners, he was more sexually frustrated than ever. They tended to all of his needs except those.

Jacob had originally said he was waiting for Ethan to either accept Ash or not. After that happened, he didn't want to cross a line that might damage Ethan's budding relationship with Ash.

And Ash, bless him, was being patient and kind in all things. He didn't seem to have the same gnawing hunger that Ethan did.

Ethan was a young man with a strong libido. He had two Daddies, neither of whom were in any hurry to take him to bed. What a hot mess that was.

He wasn't going to find anyone else, of course. That wasn't an option for him. It was his Daddies or no one.

Still, he felt cheated in a sense. He wanted, needed, craved these men.

His body came to life at the vision his mind created. He could picture it — the three of them in a room together, bare and vulnerable, eager to please. He'd be between them, in a Daddy sandwich, and they would take care of him. They would love on him and spoil him. He'd feel one Daddy from behind and the other at his mouth. They'd take turns with him, proving that he could take it. The praise and encouragement would have him on the edge over and over again. They would cover him in their release, hold him through the afterglow.

He'd beg for it.

Plead for it.

Real-life Ethan groaned. He shoved his sweats down, his hand moving around his hard cock. He stroked his length and licked his lips, his eyes still closed tight.

“Daddy,” he panted. Then he whimpered and said, “Papa.”

He was so lost in chasing his pleasure that he didn't hear the key in the door. Didn't hear the lock click open or the two men shuffle inside with the food they'd gone out to get. He was too deep, too frustrated, and he probably wouldn't have cared anyway. Not really.

He didn't have a choice in the matter, because at the sound of a throat clearing, his eyes popped open.

Seeing his Daddies before him, Ethan came with a rush. He choked out a gasp as his cock pulsed. His release coated his hand and trailed down.

Jacob was the first to move. He set the bags down and moved over to Ethan, dropping down and licking his hand clean. When Ethan's eyes moved to Ash, the other man was stock-still, like he was afraid to move and ruin the moment.

“Papa,” Ethan called out, raising his free hand that Jacob wasn't tending to.

Ash dropped his bags as well and came over, shucking his coat and tugging his shirt over his head. Ethan groaned at the expanse of bare skin revealed. He'd always known Ash was built, just like Jacob was, but seeing it was something else entirely. His hand moved over his Daddy's taut abdomen and muscular chest.

Ash kneeled slowly, his gaze never leaving Ethan's. Since Jacob was focused on Ethan's hand, Ash went straight to the source. He trailed his tongue up Ethan's cock until he reached the crown, where he sucked eagerly.

Ethan jolted, his body still sensitive, but there was no denying the pleasure. No missing how much his men enjoyed what they were doing.

Jacob licked the last of his release from Ethan's hand, and then he was at Ethan's mouth. The kiss they shared was filthy. Ethan could taste himself on Jacob's tongue. It was glorious, especially with the way Ash was lapping at his length.

When Jacob pulled away from the kiss, his hands moved to Ash's hair. He stroked it gently, a gesture Ethan homed in on. It was an intimate sight, and it made his cock jerk against Ash's mouth. Ash looked up, pulling away to lick his lips.

Jacob, having run his hand back down Ash's head, gripped his hair and pulled him forward. Ash went easily, almost as if in a trance. Ethan leaned forward to meet him, his hands moving to Ash's chest as their lips connected for the very first time.

His taste was different from Jacob's. Ethan couldn't describe it in words, but there was a very clear difference between the two men, one he knew he'd recognize even without seeing them.

Ash, who had been so reserved until that moment, became the dominant he truly was. He took Ethan's mouth and made it his, claiming him, laying everything bare, drawing them together.

Jacob hummed, pleased to witness the connection. His mouth moved to Ethan's neck, where he peppered kisses along the skin.

Ethan had never felt more adored, more cared for, more aroused. He pulled back with a gasp when Jacob bit his neck. Ash licked his lips, his eyes molten. His hand dropped to press against his own cock, and he closed his eyes.

When he did, Ethan looked to Jacob. “I don't want to wait anymore, Daddy. Please,” he whispered.

Jacob hummed and kissed Ethan hard. “Then you need to get up, because I'm not taking you for the first time in this living room.”

Ash's eyes popped open. “You two haven't⁠—”