Page 54 of Our Boy (Our Love)


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Cohen moaned as Ian sank lower and I could feel the tension in Cohen’s hand as I stroked over our sweet boy. He had a tight hold on Ian, but I knew how much our boy loved being controlled. The wonderful trapped feeling that had to be sparking through him was definitely keeping him sweet and submissive, and it made me wonder how deep he would sink if we completely restrained him.

Petting Ian and Cohen, I pushed the distracting fantasies out of my head as Ian worked on pleasuring his Dom. The faint gagging noise he made as his lips nudged against my hand had Cohen shaking and I could feel his cock start to throb.

“That’s right, cutie. Show Cohen how much you love his cock.” The sweet tone of the dirty words seemed to send a rush of pleasure through both men. But as it made Ian even more submissive and sweet, it pushed Cohen right to the edge.

“That’s right. My sweet boys.” Cohen’s desire-filled voice was rough and sent a thrill through Ian and me both. “Tighter, yes, that’s right. Such a good boy.”

That seemed to be directed at Ian, but I had to agree, so I wasn’t feeling slighted. Ian was a very good boy and would end up being a very sweet slut for his Dom…or maybe Master…time would tell.

“That’s right…right there…” As I tightened my grip, stroking Cohen faster, Ian seemed to swallow around the head of Cohen’s cock, leaving him shaky and pushing Cohen to finally release his unwavering control.

It was perfection. Cohen groaned as his body jerked, filling Ian’s mouth with cum as they both shook with pleasure. All I could do was work the base of Cohen’s cock, stroking both of them and watching the pleasure fire through Cohen. When he finally came down from the high, he stroked Ian’s cheek and sighed. “Good boy.”

Ian released his Dom, snuggling into me as Cohen stepped back so he could lean over and give us soft kisses. “Thank you both.”

He helped us to stand, pulling us against him and chuckling as I groaned. “We’re getting a mat for the shower. It’s fucking hard and someone has to have made a product to fix that problem.”

Ian yawned, laying his head against Cohen’s chest and closing his eyes. “I’m not asking Eli, so don’t even think about it.”

Snorting, I rolled my eyes as Cohen tried not to laugh. “I’ll ask Eli.”

I wasn’t afraid of the drama queen…well, right now I wasn’t, but we’d see if common sense returned after a good night’s sleep with my sexy men.

Chapter 19

Ian

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to crawl under the bed and hide or crawl completely under the covers and see if I could find the nerve to ask Cohen if he wanted another blow job. But I decided to add dying of embarrassment as an option when Bishop started to jerk beside me and I realized he was silently laughing.

He was such a brat.

Cohen was more subtle, though. He rolled over and casually wrapped his arms around me like I was a body pillow that he was cuddling. After a moment of nuzzling against me, he kissed my cheek and sighed. “Should I spank him?”

Now I was the one trying not to laugh.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bishop’s I’m so innocent voice needed some work. “He looked so relaxed I was trying not to wake him. Unlike some people who just rolled over and snuggled him like he was a pillow.”

I managed not to laugh as I opened my eyes and did my best to glare at the giggling nut. “Making the bed bounce was not making it any easier to sleep.”

Cohen coughed, burying his face against my shoulder as he pretended he wasn’t laughing.

He was a brat too.

When they both stopped giggling, Cohen propped his head up on one hand and smiled down at the two of us. “I’m going to take this as a sign that we’re up for the morning and no one is shy or worried…and since it’s early, that means we have plenty of time before anyone has to function.”

Functioning sounded bad.

“When do you have to be at work, cutie?” Uncle Cohen’s question made me groan.

“Later. They won’t mind.” As long as Eli didn’t blow up the server, I could be cuddly and lazy and snuggly and—

Wait. What had Cohen said? No one is shy or worried.

Had Daddy been worried?

Oh, had Cohen been worried?

I wasn’t sure how that made me feel, but at least I wasn’t embarrassed anymore.

“That sounds like a very good plan.” And I started to wonder if I could talk Cohen into more pancakes.

They were always a good snuggly, lazy kind of food.

Hmm.

Rolling over so I was pressed against his barely clothed body, I snuggled closer until my dick was pressed against his, his boxer briefs and the pajamas he’d lent me the only barrier between us. “Uncle Cohen?”

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