by Cara Dee
He kept his hands on my cheeks as he kissed me, and he seduced me so damn well with each little peck. Then his tongue swiped over my bottom lip, and I deepened the kiss by sliding the tip of my tongue into his mouth. He liked that. He shook a little and made a happy humming noise.
He was gonna drive me fucking bonkers with his adolescent behavior.
“Mmm.” He locked his arms around my neck and pressed himself against me, and I took it as a sign to kick it up a notch. I couldn’t be the only one stark naked.
Angling myself for a deep, hungry kiss, I hooked my fingers into his briefs and pushed them down a bit.
He took the hint and scrambled up on his knees so I could help him get rid of his underwear.
“There we go. Now we can feel each other properly.”
He nodded and got comfortable over my cock again, wriggling like the tempting little thing he was, and smiled against my lips.
“Your thing is hard, Sir.”
“Because of you.”
“I wanna—” He cut himself off with a gasp, and his eyes went wide. “I can hear Daddy! He’s coming up the stairs.”
Blood surged to my cock, but it was part frustration too. With everything going on right now, the last thing I wanted was to go downstairs and be polite to fuckers I didn’t know.
August knocked twice before opening the door, and the little talker on my lap wasted no time.
“We’re kissing, Daddy! Come here and have fun with us.”
I mean, he wasn’t wrong. I agreed with him wholeheartedly. August should join us. Camden’s youthful display had temporarily blocked the memory of August’s raw masculinity and the power he exuded just by breathing, but it all came back to me now as he stood there in the doorway with a charming smile and the devil in his eyes.
“I’m glad y’all are gettin’ along.” He closed the door behind himself. “Clara just arrived with the first couple of guests, so I reckon I have three minutes before she sends out a search party. God forbid I’m late to a promotional hoopla.”
I pressed a kiss to Camden’s shoulder. “What can we do to your Daddy in three minutes?”
I could practically see the hamster wheel turning.
August found us funny. “You two aren’t going to do a damn thing.” He reached the edge of the bed and grabbed a fistful of my hair. A beat later, he was kissing me forcefully, catching me by surprise. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, tasting of whiskey and mint.
“Keep kissing,” Camden urged and scrambled off me. “I’m gonna hide Anthony’s clothes so he has to stay up here with me.”
I couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping.
Neither could August. “You can stay right where you are, boy. As if I didn’t already know that you were going to try to keep Anthony up here with you.” He turned to me next, and he planted a swift kiss on my lips. “How quickly did he get you naked?”
Fuck. Did it matter? What mattered to me was how quickly I’d caved.
My ears felt hot. “A few minutes, maybe. I didn’t put up much of a fight.”
“As you shouldn’t,” he responded. “My boy’s irresistible. And so are you.”
Well, all right, then. I could live with being called irresistible by August.
I hauled in a breath when he shifted his hand between Camden and me and found my cock half hard. Maybe we could do something in three minutes. If it weren’t for the casual manner with which August faced Camden and gave him permission to keep me up here. Casual didn’t go hand in hand with, okay, let’s treat ourselves to a quickie.
Whether I stayed here with Camden or not was up to me, ultimately, but I couldn’t form a response when August was busy rubbing my cock.
I had to try. “Not super tempted to join the barbecue with a bunch of August King fans when I have Camden on my lap.”
“I win!” Camden exclaimed. “So can you bring us our food up here, Daddy?”
“I suppose so.” August smiled ruefully and stopped touching me. Bastard. “Y’all will have a rule to follow, though. If I’m gonna suffer alone downstairs with Clara and the guests, you two aren’t allowed to come. You can kiss, fuck, suck each other off—whatever you want—but no coming.”
I stared up at him. What kind of sadistic motherfucker said something like that?
Camden looked downright horrified.
August was happy. “Just so you know, Anthony, Camden comes in two seconds and has no self-control whatsoever. I wouldn’t allow any sex at all if I were you, because you’ll have to stop him physically once he gets started.”
I didn’t need those images in my fucking head.
“I can’t help it,” Camden mumbled, embarrassed. “Daddy says I become an animal.”
God.
I wanted to see it. Experience it. A little sex animal who didn’t know how to stop…
“And I don’t mean to stoke the fire,” August went on, which I could sense was total bullshit, “but Camden’s favorite fetishes include rapeplay—both as the aggressor and the recipient—his own version of puppy play, and objectification.”
I was pretty sure I stopped breathing there for a beat.
My cock strained painfully, and I felt…so fucking sexually frustrated.
I scrubbed my hands roughly over my face and tried to calm down.
“Did you stoke the fire, Daddy?” Camden whispered.
I groaned.
“I think I did,” August whispered in return, too amused. “On a more serious note—Anthony, you’ve had a really long day. What I advise both of you to do is rest. Watch a couple movies—I’ll be up with dinner soon—and cuddle and get to know each other. Okay?”
I scoffed and let my hands fall to my lap. “I woulda loved that recommendation before you dangled this little baby beast in front of me.”
“Baby beast,” Camden laughed and slapped his thigh. “That’s me! I’m a baby beast.”
August leaned over to me again, a soft smile on his face—sadistic glee in his gorgeous eyes—and cupped my cheeks. “I hope he keeps you hard until you’re ready to snap, darlin’.” He pecked me gently. “That’s what I want to return to later.”
He’d get his motherfucking wish.
He straightened one last time, but not before stealing a quick kiss from Camden too. “You know your safewords, Camden. They’re in effect startin’ right now, and they apply to Anthony too. Please explain them to him before I go downstairs.”
“Yes, Sir.” Camden nodded, then addressed me. “We use the regular color system, ’cept for green. Green means everything is good, and we replaced that word with Teddy, ’cause it’s the name of my favorite stuffie. He’s a teddy bear,” he said frankly. “Yellow means slow down, maybe when someone is approaching their limit. And that’s red. Red stops all play instantly, and then we talk it out and snuggle.”
I brought his hand closer and kissed his knuckles. “Teddy, yellow, red—understood.” I gave August a nod too; I knew this was serious to them, and he was putting his trust in me to be alone with Camden. Regardless of how capable the boy was of speaking up and taking care of himself, he was, in their dynamic, August’s responsibility. “I can tell you right now there won’t be any play that goes beyond kissing and cuddling.”
Camden dropped his jaw. “Why?”
I tapped his nose. “Because the last thing your Daddy needs is worrying about us when he’s busy with work downstairs. Nothin’ wrong with taking it easy and watching movies together.”
Camden understood begrudgingly and put up minimal fuss. From August, my response earned me a deep kiss. The gratitude in his eyes meant more to me than I was willing to admit.
Chapter 7
Keep Your Eyes Open
Sylvia’s piano poured out of the speakers a few seconds before Luiz started hitting the snare and bass drum to count us in. Nicky appeared mesmerized as the spotlights traveled across the audience, and it mirrored what I felt. Holy fuck, there had to be at least two thousand people now.
Nicky and
I pressed down on our overdrive pedals and distorted our guitar sound.
Then I started singing as he plucked on his strings, flirting with the audience again. Or maybe he’d found Gideon. I still hadn’t seen August and Camden, and I pushed them out of my mind before I could overthink and overanalyze.
Just open your eyes.
Don’t fear the unknown.
“I’m so full!” Camden flopped back against the mattress the moment I’d placed his plate on the nightstand. “Feel my belly, Sir. Feel it.”
I shook my head and grabbed his bed tray to set it on the floor. I’d opted to just hold my plate, wanting to make sure I didn’t spill.
“You’ve barely eaten anything.” I spoke around a mouthful of food, and I was equally bewildered and amused by his attempt to make his stomach look bigger. With how little he’d eaten, about half his serving, he shouldn’t bother trying. Hell, his portion hadn’t been big to begin with.
But…dramatic kids were gonna be dramatic kids.
No matter, I’d polish off his plate too, ’cause this was the best meal I’d had in a long time.
The meat was so tender that it fell apart in my mouth, and the chunks of spicy sausage August had added to the kabobs as a final touch were fucking delicious. Along with the perfectly grilled vegetables and the sides. Madonn’, the sides. Grilled tomato halves, Hasselback potatoes, and buttery garlic bread.
“Have you asked Daddy what you’re gonna make tomorrow at the festival?” Camden asked.
“No.” I bit into a piece of garlic bread. “I was going to, mainly because my brother’s curious, but then I figured, I’m already hoping to sleep with the teacher…”
Camden snickered. “I know what you’ll be making.”
“I’m sure I’ll fail spectacularly,” I drawled.
I’d had to sign a waiver because a film crew was going to be there, and they’d make highlights of the festival available for streaming on the festival’s website. August King’s class was definitely one of the highlights.
“Will you be there tomorrow?” I asked in return. I wasn’t sure, because they’d indicated that previous plans had been changed.
He yawned and shook his head against his pillow. “Nuh-uh. When you showed up early today, I knew right away that you and Daddy would have the best chemistry in the galaxy, so I thought it was pointless to come out of one regressive period just to show up at the festival, only to regress again when we start playing.”
The best chemistry in the galaxy, huh?
“You never leave the house when you’re in your Little mode?” I wondered.
He squinted at the ceiling and scratched his stomach. “Sometimes? It depends how little I feel. I don’t wanna risk running into anyone we know—and the festival will be packed with Daddy’s followers.”
That made sense, I supposed. I already knew August would be busy signing books for an hour or two after the class. Over the years, he’d published three cookbooks and one book about his culinary journey through South America.
I’d read neither of them. I was a bad fan.
“Well, I’ll miss you tomorrow.” I splayed my hand over his tummy and shook him playfully, to which he groaned through his giggles about how full he was. “Once we’re done, I’m just gonna walk around and eat till I get sick.”
Camden grinned sleepily and cuddled closer to hug my thigh. “Can you bring me back some treats?”
“Of course, ragazzo.” I shoveled some food into my mouth before I wove my fingers through his hair. “I’ll give you my number in case you wanna call.”
He hummed with pleasure, eyes drooping.
All in all, we must’ve watched ten minutes of the movie that was muted but playing in the background.
“I love our chemistry too, Sir,” he mumbled. “You’re like a Daddy.”
I smiled to myself and scratched his scalp gently. He didn’t know what those words did to me. Hell, I barely knew myself, other than I had all this warmth spreading in my chest.
It made me wanna bring him tomorrow—somehow. Maybe after the cooking class was over. The festival was going to be massive. Was there no way to… I lifted my gaze and scanned the room; I’d seen something earlier, and it was right there on the top shelf. Halloween masks of the collector’s variety. Darth Vader, a stormtrooper, Iron Man, Deadpool…
It was probably a dumb idea.
“We should get some rest,” I murmured drowsily.
We’d been dozing on and off for the past hour or two, the long and eventful day having caught up with me, but it was extremely difficult to fall asleep when curious fingers wandered my body. Not that I could claim innocence. Having Camden snuggled up in my arms under the covers was the sweetest torture.
“I’m resting,” he insisted. “My eyes are closed.”
Yeah, but both his hands were on my cock.
“What’re you thinkin’ about?” I asked.
His answer was so matter-of-fact. “Play-raping you in your sleep.”
“Jesus Christ.” I shouldn’t have asked.
“It could work if Daddy held you down once you woke up,” he reasoned. “Maybe he would stuff his big thing in your mouth to keep you quiet.”
A shudder ripped through me, but the scenario posed a problem because I couldn’t imagine ever struggling against such an act. Even pretending not to want it would feel too contrived.
Unable to help myself, I slipped a hand down to his bottom and brushed my fingers between his butt cheeks. “I happen to like being woken up by someone who just takes what he wants.”
He drew an unsteady breath. “Me too. That’s why I like the safewords, cuz anything goes until someone safewords. It’s always playtime that way. I-I could be preparing something in the kitchen, and Daddy just walks by and throws me down on the floor and fucks me because Daddy needs his baby boy right then and there. You know?”
I buried my face in the crook of his neck and wanted to scream out my frustrations. My body was suddenly a live wire, tense and ready to attack. I didn’t know what I craved more, for this aggressive little puppy to come at me and take what he wanted from me, or for me to fuck him into the mattress until he came on the sheets and had my come dripping out of his little asshole.
And it was a tight little asshole. I circled my middle finger around his smooth opening and dipped the fingertip inside.
He trembled and stroked my cock harder.
“Does Daddy let you play-rape him too?” I asked huskily.
“Sometimes.” His soft voice was shaky and brimming with need. “Rape is a stretch. He humors me sometimes, lets me fuck him when he’s resting on his stomach—or he pretends to sleep.” He swallowed hard and peered down between us, in the darkness under the duvet, and he tugged at himself. “He says it’s okay because he can’t feel much anyway, because my thing is little and cute. He’s not super-much into bottoming otherwise.”
I couldn’t handle another fucking word out of his filthy mouth.
“I think that’s enough, Camden.” I barely recognized my own voice. It was too dark, too gravelly. “All I wanna do is flip you over and fuck you into next week.”
“But, ohhhh,” he whined. “Can’t we, please? Just a little bit?”
I shook my head and swallowed dryly. Not a fucking chance. I wouldn’t be able to stop.
“We’re gonna wait.”
Three words I detested uttering.
Fuck.
Yeah.
My painfully hard cock disappeared into something wet, tight, and so warm.
I parted my legs a few inches by drawing up one knee a little, and I slipped my fingers into soft hair, guiding it over my cock. And the sensations that rushed through my body wrenched me out of my sleep.
I grunted and blinked sleepily.
“Fuck.” I stared through hooded eyes as August sucked me off.
He wasn’t supposed to stop, goddammit.
“Get back here,” I rasped.
Instead, he smiled slightly and picked up my
clothes off the floor. “Come on, darlin’. Let’s go to bed.”
I was in bed. In Camden’s bed. He was asleep next to me.
Squinting at the Chewbacca alarm clock on the nightstand, I saw it was a little past midnight.
Too tired to function properly, I didn’t bother asking about their sleeping arrangements and just followed August out of Camden’s room. Across the hall was August’s own bedroom, though it was decorated for a couple. A king-size bed, nightstands with pictures of the two, and two open walk-in closets on either side of the dresser that held their flat-screen.
“I have so many questions about your dynamic,” I said through a yawn. “I’ll settle for asking how the barbecue went.”
When he draped my clothes over a chair in the corner, I noticed he’d brought my duffel from the guest room too.
“It went fine. Necessary evil, as Clara calls it,” he responded. “Ain’t enough to be a chef and have your own restaurant anymore. You gotta be approachable to guests—who’re called fans these days.” He shook his head to himself. “I had to sign three cookbooks.”
Oh no, three whole books.
It was endearing to see his evident aversion for social media and what he called “promotional hooplas.”
There was an old-school traditionalist lurking underneath August’s charisma and hospitality.
Sensing that he was exhausted and wanting the evening to end, I rolled down the bedspread so I could get him under the covers quickly. Then I tugged on his hand and pulled him toward me.
“Let me show you the right way to worship an amazing chef.”
Interest sparked up in his tired gaze, and he stayed still while I unbuttoned his shirt and undid his pants.
“I don’t care about your autograph,” I admitted. “I prefer orgasms.”
His grin overpowered a yawn, making his eyes glisten. “I already like your way better.”
I pulled him with me until the back of my legs hit the bed, and I sat down on the edge and thought, fuck, me too. Because his cock was something else. Long, thick, cut, smooth-looking. I leaned in and kissed the base as I gripped his cock loosely, loving the softness of the skin that stretched around him. And nothing in between us. A once-in-a-lifetime indulgence for me outside of a relationship.