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“Thank you…Sir?” Ian’s tentative words had Bishop groaning dramatically from the floor.
“My boy is so cute. Sir. I’m dying and you’re making me wait.” The drama queen’s ridiculous behavior had Ian barely holding back laughter, but it also seemed to have our boy puffing up with confidence.
His Daddy was a complete nut, but he was one smart cookie who knew how to give his boy a boost.
“I think he might explode if we make him wait.” But that didn’t mean I was going to rush. Inching Ian closer at a painfully slow pace, I stroked my thumb over his lips. “And not the good kind.”
That got a giggle out of the needy boy, but as his laughter faded, his tongue flicked out and licked the pad of my thumb. “He might do the good kind too, though, Sir.”
Especially if Ian kept being so cute and calling me Sir.
Giving him a low moan and not even trying to hide how sexy he was, I pulled him even closer until I could feel the puff of his breath on my lips. “I wonder if I’d get to punish him for that or if he’d get off scot-free because he’s technically your Daddy right now.”
Ian went still and I could feel the confused desire running through him, but Bishop made a tempting hum and seemed like he was enjoying that internal debate. After a few seconds, Ian let out a low giggle. “Daddy likes being naughty.”
“Oh yes, and I think he found a boy who likes being naughty too.” And if the way he was rocking against me was any indication, he liked that his Daddy was naughty.
Before he could decide if being naughty was a good thing or not, I closed the final distance between us and took his lips in a slow, gentle kiss. I took my time, exploring the taste of him and the way each careful nibble made him moan, but the delicate shiver that raced through him as my tongue stroked against his for the first time almost broke my control.
Bishop’s sexy moan wasn’t helping either.
And I had a feeling it was pushing the whimpers that were escaping from his boy too.
Ian liked being kissed, but he liked being kissed when his Daddy was watching even more.
When we finally parted, because breathing was important, he sagged against me and made another soft, happy sound. “That was a very nice kiss, cutie.”
That got a giggle from Ian, but Bishop huffed and puffed, pushing himself up off the floor. I’d admit to being a bit distracted by the way his muscles moved, but after a minute I tuned back in as he sat down on the couch beside us. “My turn.”
Chuckling, I took Ian’s head and carefully shifted him around so he was facing his Daddy. “Kisses for Daddy now.”
They both moaned, each loving the control for different reasons, but I was a bit surprised when Bishop didn’t move Ian to his lap. Instead, he leaned over and wrapped his arms around both of us, probably trying to prove a point as he took Ian’s mouth in a long, heated kiss that had both of them moaning again as Ian rocked against me.
I was definitely being tortured for getting the first kiss of the night, but it’d been worth it. I also wasn’t going to complain if every teasing punishment started with getting to watch them make out and shake with pleasure.
What would I have to do to get Bishop to punish me by making me watch Ian come?
It was definitely going to require some thought, and I was also going to have to think about asking the two sexy lovebirds a few important questions. Like where was I allowed to put my hands when they were making out on my lap?
My hands had a mind of their own and kept wanting to reach down and stroke both their asses, but I wasn’t sure where Ian’s line was and if that would cross it.
I probably should’ve waited until they were both thinking clearly to ask about it, but in my defense, they moaned again and Ian started rubbing his hard dick against mine. Even the fact that he was still in his cute bunny pajamas didn’t take away from how sexy he was.
“You’re killing me here.” I groaned as that had Ian’s thighs clenching around mine. “I’m trying to be good, but god, you’re making it hard.”
Bishop chuckled as he switched to nibbling on Ian’s lips, but Ian gave a sexy whimper and clenched around me again. Even Bishop couldn’t miss the way they were driving me insane, but he wasn’t terribly helpful. “That’s right, cutie. Show Cohen how much you like being watched.”
Tortured.
Dead.
Killed.
If I came while they were squirming on me, I’d find a way to spank them both.
Making a low, frustrated sound, I reached around and gave Bishop’s ass a squeeze since I knew I had permission to touch that one. “I’m going to get you, pup.”
