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“Daddy,”I say.“Coco.”
With their names on my lips, I let go. Last night was amazing, but this is even better as my orgasm rips through me, blinding me and robbing the breath from my lungs. As I scream, I feel Colby grip tightly onto my hand, hot cream spurting all over my hand.
Struggling for air, I lightly kiss my baby boy, then manage to turn my head enough to look at Andreas. He’s utterly debauched as his hand flies over his swollen cock, his eyelids heavy as he continues to watch us.
I bring my sticky hand up and lick Colby’s mess from my fingertips. “Come all over us, Daddy,” I whisper. “We’re yours.”
His entire body shudders, and he drops his head back as he strokes even faster. Within seconds, he’s splattering all over me and Colby, bellowing to the heavens above. Colby’s eyes flutter shut as some of the seed hits his face, and in some twisted way, he’s never looked more angelic to me in our lives.
There’s nothing more pure or innocent than the way he’s trusted the both of us to take care of him. We said we would, and we did.
When Andreas has wrung himself dry, he collapses on top of us and hugs us both like he’s clinging to life through our bodies. We giggle and squeal and complain that he’s heavy, but the truth is it’s a sweaty, goopy, blissful mess. Like a fingerpainting that accidentally turned into a masterpiece.
I couldn’t wish for a better Christmas present if I tried.
CHAPTER20
Andreas
How isit that the hottest sex I’ve ever had was also the sweetest? These boys, I swear.
I was being honest the night before when I said that I wasn’t sure how it worked with three people in a bed. That’s not something I’ve ever done before or even really thought much about. But with these two in my arms, it becomes natural. I know that I just want to see them and be with them. To pleasure them and guide them.
And it doesn’t hurt that Jalen has apparently had group sex more than once before. Kinky little minx.
Mykinky little minx.
But seeing them both touching each other like that was both so beautiful and incredibly erotic. I’m glad we’re not rushing to extremes for Colby’s sake, but I’m also glad Jalen is committed to taking care of him just as much as I am. Like a sexy mentor, coaxing the very best out of Colby’s gorgeous body.
I could have lain on that bed all morning, just trailing my hands over both their forms, memorizing every perfect inch of them. Alas, we have places to be. Namely, my family will be expecting us in an hour or two for Christmas brunch and present opening. So I’d better be responsible.
Sometimes it sucks to be Daddy.
I gently cajole the boys off the mattress, extremely thankful that I thought to put a blanket down before we had our fun. That can go straight into the wash, and so can we.
This time, though, we all bundle into the big bathroom together.
Jalen is still giddy as I get the shower going. He keeps kissing Colby and running his hands up and down his flanks, making our baby boy giggle. I’m grateful for this modern holiday rental, as instead of a weak stream over an old bathtub, we’ve got a walk-in rainfall shower that’sjustbig enough for three people.
“Come on now, boys,” I say as I usher them under the water.
I already checked there were some products there. They look quite extensive, so I assume that most of them are Jalen’s. I usually make do with an all-in-one gel for both body and hair, but Jalen has different bottles for face, body, shampoo, and conditioner.
He grabs Colby’s hand and squeezes a little face wash onto his fingers. I chuckle as my firecracker fusses over our baby boy. In the meantime, I drizzle shampoo onto both their heads, then take turns massaging the products in.
It all just feels so natural. Like everything with these two, I suppose. I’ve showered with boyfriends after sex before, but we generally just did our own thing or went for round two. But the boys let me wash them in such an intimate way it stirs up emotions in me in a completely different way than in the bedroom. They’re really allowing me to take care of them.
Once we’re all dried off, they insist on wearing their Christmas jumpers again. I think they’ll probably be all right for one more day, but tomorrow I’m going to sneak them away from the boys and bung them into the wash. I’m sure we’ll have dirtied more sheets by then so I can justify another round of laundry.
The thought of going again makes my cock twitch, and I smirk to myself. I might not be in my twenties anymore, but I can already tell that these boys are going to keep me on my toes as if I am.
Sometime later, we’re finally out the door and in another Uber. If I thought my parents’ house was chaos before, it’s absolute madness when we arrive at a little after eleven o’clock. The driveway is so full of cars that our Uber has to drop us off in the street. When we ring the bell, I’m not sure if anyone even hears it.
Eventually, the door opens…and no one’s there. That is until I drop my gaze to see the tiny princess standing on her tiptoes to reach the handle. She staggers away from the door and brandishes a sparkly wand with a star on the end at us, shoving a tiara and a mop of dark hair away from her face.
“Berry Mistmas!” the toddler shrieks, shaking the wand at us.
“Chloe!” a panicked voice comes from the hallway.
