by Cara Dee
"Get in here, sweetheart." With the toothbrush in my mouth, it's easier to hide my amusement, and I fasten the towel around my hips instead. "How's your leg?"
"Better." He flushes, stammers, and gestures at his toothbrush by the sink. "I-I was just gonna…"
He makes it fucking impossible to stay a gentleman. Not that I ever was one.
He approaches cautiously, his hand trembling as he applies toothpaste.
I make him nervous.
I also catch him staring when I bend over to spit and rinse my mouth.
Once I'm finished, I straighten and give his shoulder a squeeze. "Don't take too long. I want my two favorite people in bed with me."
I leave the bathroom and throw the towel over a chair as I go, and Gabriella greets me in bed with a sweet smile, her hand clutching a case of markers. The blankets are still hanging over the bed and off the sides, so I get in from the end and crawl over my girl, pushing her down on the mattress.
"Hi." She beams, a dimple appearing. "You're all naked."
"Am I?" I look down between us. "Shit, you're right." I smirk and give her a smooch. "I think maybe you're wearing too much."
She shakes her head at that. "Nuh-uh. Boys can't see my boobs."
"They can if Daddy wants them to." I slip a hand up her stomach, revealing her soft skin. "Lucky for you, there's only one boy who gets all the access he wants."
She squirms and makes a sound of complaint. "Oh, Daddy, the tingles come back all the time when you say stuffs like that."
"You poor thing," I mock. Getting off her, I tell her to lose the top, and I get comfortable on my side of the bed. Since she brought her duvet here, my place is nice and chilly again, excellent for regular covers and heavy cuddling. I draw a sheet over my lower body as Dylan stumbles back from the bathroom.
"See, princess? Dylan's not wearing a shirt, either."
"He's a boy!" She hides herself by lying on her stomach. "Ugh, let's get the drawing started, Dylan." Scooting down to the foot of the bed, she opens her pencil case. "Cast here, please."
Dylan's looking anywhere but at us, and it's time to put a stop to his shyness. He used to be so flirty and outgoing.
"Keep your legs in this direction, Gabriella." I pat the empty spot between Dylan and me. "I wanna show Dylan something."
"Um, okay." She obeys and squirms around like a little worm until her head is at the level of Dylan's casted knee and her feet are…well, she's short, so they're nowhere near the pillows, but almost.
It doesn’t take many seconds for her to get lost in her drawing on Dylan's cast, and she barely reacts when I tell her to spread her legs. Like the little girl she is, her ankles are crossed in the air, and I nudge her knees apart.
"Gabriella takes a bath every night," I tell Dylan, keeping my voice low. "Now that you're finally coming back to San Francisco, you'll have chores."
"Okay…?" He bites his lip, struggling with where to look.
I stroke Gabriella's thigh. "If I have a lot of work, I might need your help with her nighttime routine. She gets worked up if she's excited about something, so she'll rush getting ready." Sliding my hand farther up her smooth skin, I gently push away her panties, and Dylan's breath catches. "It'll be your job then to make sure she's washed herself everywhere."
He swallows hard, and even in the dim light, I see his eyes filling with want.
"Daddy," Gabriella whines, "I'm concentrating."
"Quiet, baby. Your brother needs to know how to help you in the bath."
That shuts her up, and Dylan breathes out an "oh, God."
"Come here." I help him so he can sit up. That way, we can reach better, and I can show him properly. "Is this all right? Tell me if your leg hurts."
"It's fine," he says quickly.
I smirk and tug down Gabriella's panties. They ruin the view, anyway.
Spreading her legs wider, I cup her pussy from behind and slip my middle finger between the soft lips. "This is how I inspect her. Give me your hand."
He extends a hand, and I guide it between Gabriella's legs. With slow and gentle motions, I use his fingers to get her wet and breathing heavily. My hand covers his, making it easy for me to push two digits inside her. We finger her together, the pace I set never faltering, and he follows my every move.
"Make sure to check her little clit, too," I murmur.
"Yes, Sir," he croaks.
Gabriella gives up on drawing.
I adjust my cock, hard under the sheet. It's a good goal, wanting to drive your Littles wild, but it's not easy when they do the exact same thing to you without even trying.
"And her ass." I use my free hand to spread her cheeks, and then I glide his touch up, down, up, down—nice and slow. The juices from her pussy glisten around her tightest opening. "You have to check her inside there, too. You can use fingers or a toy. She hasn’t taken my cock yet."
"Daddy," Gabriella mewls, lifting her ass from the mattress. "Pretty please? I need something."
Soon, baby.
"Better yet, tasting her. She becomes a needy slut when you put your tongue in her." My thumb covers her little hole, and I push it past the tight muscles as I encourage Dylan to finger her pussy a bit faster.
"Ohhh," she moans. Her forehead lands on the mattress, and she begins to move with each thrust. "Please, please, please?"
"C-Can I, please? I mean," Dylan stammers. "Taste her—may I?"
"Of course, sweetheart." I withdraw from Gabriella and order her to stand up in the middle of the bed. Perfect height for his mouth. "If she tastes like body wash when you eat her out, you know she's rushed through her shower or bath too quickly."
"Yes, Sir." He tries to be subtle about hiding his erection by bunching up the covers. Meanwhile, Gabriella moves closer to him, one foot on each side of him, until he's right there. "She smells so sweet." He moves his hands up her legs, then behind them to cup her bottom.
"Go on." I thread my fingers through his hair and urge him forward. The last distance is closed, and he groans as he closes his mouth over her pussy.
Fuck me.
The same kind of inferno I experienced when I first watched them together months ago builds up inside me again. I watch his tongue delve between her folds, and he licks her greedily, sensually, fucking perfectly.
She cries out and grabs on to my shoulder for support.
Needing to get in on the action before I burst, I urge Dylan to lie flat on his back. Gabriella follows so she can lower herself over his face, and I make sure not to touch Dylan's injured leg when I get behind her.
Their sounds fuck me up. He moans uncontrollably, instinct taking over, and pulls her down harder on him. I know those moans. I've missed them. I've felt them around my cock, I've heard them while I've fucked him.
I stroke my cock roughly for a beat, enjoying watching them. As a voyeur, I've never been so satisfied. Seeing them together… There are no words.
Dylan senses me and focuses on her clit so I can open up her pussy for my cock. Gripping her hips tightly, I fill her in one push that elicits a breathless wail from her.
I clench my jaw, momentarily lost in the sensations of her inner muscles milking me.
"Daddy, I'm already close," she moans. "It's tingling everywhere."
"I wonder why." I grit my teeth, my hands traveling up her curvy sides to where I meet Dylan's hands over her tits. I pull out slowly as I pinch her nipples. "Could it be 'cause you're getting fucked by Daddy and having your clit—" I slam in again "—sucked by your brother?"
She loses her breath, and Dylan's hips jerk. His muffled groan is strained, and if I didn’t hear his need right there, I feel it when he grasps my fingers on top of Gabriella's breasts with all he's worth.
"You can come whenever you want, princess." I lower my head and suck on that soft spot along her neck. Dylan and I focus all our attention on her. I fuck her deeper, he drinks from her hungrily, we pinch and stroke her tits, and we're rewarded for it. She falls apart with a sob, her body going rigid. The
sexiest sounds slip out, and she clenches down on my cock.
Knowing the moment's almost over, Dylan lifts his head and redoubles his efforts. I grow still inside her, and I feel Dylan covering every inch he can reach. I haul in a jagged breath and shudder when the tip of his tongue snakes around the base of me.
"Too much, too much, too much…" Gabriella comes down from her high, chanting deliriously under her breath about being too sensitive. She gasps and squirms away from our touches, eventually collapsing onto the mattress. "Oh my God, oh my God." She shivers and curls into a little ball, quick to pull the duvet up to her chin. "I'm out of commission now." Letting out a mewled ungh sound, a violent shiver runs through her, and she draws the duvet up higher.
I chuckle huskily, careful when I ease off Dylan's body. Gabriella's got the pout going on when I reveal her flushed face from under the covers, and it's clear she's done for the evening. She looks sufficiently spent and overwhelmed. I dip down and kiss her on the forehead.
"Get some sleep. I'll take care of Dylan."
"But again tomorrow so I can watch, please." She sucks her thumb into her mouth.
I nod and tuck her in. "Sweet dreams, baby."
She exhales the last of her exhaustion and closes her eyes.
I smile at the precious sight of her and then refocus on Dylan. The desire clouding his eyes has been joined by uncertainty, and he's pulled up his covers, too. I lie down next to him, strung tight with need for him, but I'll take it as slowly as he wants.
"We don’t have to do anything," he murmurs nervously. "I understand."
I don't think you do.
Chapter 12
"You know how to say stop." That’s all the warning I manage to give him. I skim my hand up his chest as I shift closer, and then I'm cupping his neck, leaning over him, and covering his mouth with mine.
The raw cravings for him build up until he whimpers, and every emotion gets unleashed. His fingers make their way into my hair, and I push my tongue into his mouth. It's new and familiar at once. I kiss him hard, pouring all my hunger into each touch. I taste him, I taste my sweet girl, and it's not fucking enough.
"I missed you." I palm his cheek, my lips never leaving his. "Christ, I missed you, Dylan."
"So much. I missed you." He groans and tries to pull me closer. "Cade… Please, I—"
Being mindful of his leg is becoming second nature, so I move over him with ease and let my hands wander freely, greedily. He pushes away the covers between us as we make out, and I carefully inch down his bottoms. His body is just so fucking… My mouth waters. Out of this world. With our cocks lined up, I deepen our kiss and stroke as much of us as I can.
He can never disappear from me again. I won't allow it.
"Tell me what you want right now." I spread the leaking fluids around the heads of us and thrust against him. "Anything you want."
Dylan moans. "I wanna suck you. I think about it all the time. Oh, God."
I hiss a curse, my balls feeling heavier and tighter. "You wanna play our special game?"
His eyes widen, and he nods furiously. "Yeah. Please, Sir—"
I shake my head, grabbing his jaw as I graze my teeth along his lip. "You know who I am, little pan. It's not really Sir, is it?"
He gulps. The insecurities come back with a vengeance. "A-Are you sure?"
I couldn’t be surer. "I miss it a fuckload, but I'd respect if you're not—"
"If you miss it half as much as I do…" He releases a breath and kisses me. "I loved being your boy," he whispers. "And calling you Daddy."
I smile against his lips and stroke his cheek. "The best baby boy ever."
"Really?" The light finally returns to his eyes, and he hugs me tight, so rightly. "Best Daddy ever."
I moan gruffly, pushing my cock alongside his so he can feel what Daddy wants to do. "Are you ready to play our game?"
He nods, and he's quick to scoot down the mattress once I've slid off him. "We give each other secret kisses, right? The dirty kind we don't tell others about?"
"That’s right." I sit back on my heels and stroke myself. His fingers tremble, and he touches his cock apprehensively, waiting for my command. "God, you're fucking beautiful, Dylan." My free hand ghosts down his abs.
He shivers then grunts when fisting his cock. "I wanna do secret kisses now."
Fuck.
"Eager?"
"Yeah," he breathes out.
Loving drawing it out for him, teasing him, I dip low and kiss him one more time. Then I leave a trail of unhurried kisses all over his chest on my way to his perfect cock.
He lets out a short, frustrated whine and jerks his dick impatiently.
When I reach him, I nuzzle the base where he's mostly smooth, warm, and smells of fresh man. I lie down on my side so we can sixty-nine each other, twisting my hips so he doesn’t have to move much. Cupping his firm butt, I bury my face against him, breathing him in over and over. His anxious whimpers only make me wanna torture him with anticipation more.
"Fuck." I thread my fingers into his hair at the back of his head as he leans in and laps at my cock. Long, wet licks to trace the vein in the middle, ending with a quick suck at the tip. "You like secret kisses, don’t you?"
"They're the best." He grips the root of my shaft and suckles at the slit, memories of him using me as a pacifier rushing back to me. "You smell like…" His cock throbs in my hand, and he whispers the last part while blushing. "Daddy and little sister."
Said little sister makes a couple sleepy sounds behind me.
Unable to wait any longer, I suck Dylan into my mouth. I savor the taste that I've missed as much as his noises. His mouth engulfs me too, and he's a natural cocksucker, insatiable and instinctive.
He moans around me, often flicking the tip of his tongue over my piercing. What he can't fit when I hit the back of his mouth, he creates a tight ring around with his fingers.
"When's the surprise coming?" He hums and sucks me harder, soaking me in his warm mouth. "I want a big surprise."
I chuckle huskily and thrust deeper, hitting the roof of his mouth. Judging from his sounds and the pre-come seeping out from his cock, he got a bit of a surprise right there.
"It won't be much longer, I promise." I suck his smooth balls into my mouth one at a time, stroking his wet cock persistently. The noises of slick come and saliva being rubbed along a hard dick that’s about to burst are making my muscles clench. The impending orgasm pools lower and lower, and I stop trying to prolong the moment.
The second he tenses up and gasps, I take him down my throat and swallow around the sensitive head. I both hear and feel him choking on me, and it takes all my strength to keep at it. The sensations are too fucking amazing. I stop breathing, my eyes closing, and lose myself in the pleasure.
Several shots of come flood my mouth. I deserve a fucking medal for not losing my shit, but then it's finally my turn. With his salty, delicious flavor on my tongue, I lose control of everything.
"Daddy's surprise is coming, baby boy," I grit out.
I plant my forehead on his thigh, and with a firm grip on his hair, I rock deep and let go. I become unglued by his slutty sucking, tasting him, feeling him everywhere—Jesus fucking Christ, it's all of him. Only he and Gabriella have this effect on me, and it fucks me up in the best ways possible.
It's a panting Dylan I find when I manage to drag myself back to where a pillow has my name on it. I melt into the mattress and exhale a laugh at the sight of him licking his fingers.
He grins bashfully and turns to press his face against my arm.
"Uh-uh, you're done hiding that gorgeous face from me," I murmur.
He's so unbelievably adorable when he's in his Little mind-set. Acting a few years older than Gabriella, he's more of a cheeky preteen than a child, but he has his moments, usually when he's at his most vulnerable or he's tired, when a shy little boy appears. Shy and fucking filthy.
I cup his cheek and brush my thumb over the smooth skin. His faded blu
e eyes search mine, his smile curious and soft. I return the smile and kiss him tenderly. I'm surer than ever that Gabriella's right. It's supposed to be the three of us.
"I'm really sorry." He rests his forehead on my chest. His hand, too. "About everything before, I mean. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."
I hug him to me and press my lips to his hair. "I know you didn’t. And I'm very sorry, too." Thinking back on it now, it's almost surreal. Depending on my mood and how much I've missed him, I've gone from being a bitter old bastard and blaming him for all of it to understanding why he lashed out—and everything in between. "We made mistakes."
He sighs and rolls over, his head on my arm instead, and stares up at the string lights in the corner. "I hosted awesome pity parties for myself for weeks. Then I told my grandpa some of it, and you know what his first question was?"
I shake my head.
"He wondered what happened to easing into things." Dylan sends me a brief, rueful smile. "Technically, I knew we weren't together long, but it didn’t hit me until then. I felt so stupid. Like, what, I was waiting for grand love gestures?" He rolls his eyes, and I notice they're glistening. "It was just so powerful, those feelings—being with you—that I guess it seemed more than that."
It did, didn’t it? It seemed more than that. All the fucking fears, anxiety, and tensions running high, the depression of being away from him… You don't suffer that much unless the feelings involved are enough to bring you to your knees.
I wrap my arms around him, breathing deeply.
I wonder how falling in love with him flew right past me.
"If I could go back in time," I say quietly, "I would've provided more security for you. We never should've started an arrangement that was open; it only left shit more unstable."
He thinks about it, pinching his lips.
"When I offered to help Gabriella, I almost made the same mistake." I'm relieved I didn’t let that go too far. I could've ended up ruining that, as well. "We discussed rules and limits but no actual boundaries for whatever we entered. I pulled the same bit on her: let's see what happens, let's not rush."
Thankfully, it happened to be what suited her—both of us—at that time. She was processing her own failed relationship, and I couldn’t get past mine. But Gabriella is Gabriella. A girl I've always been fond of, not to mention inexplicably drawn to. In the beginning, it was masked as a need to keep her safe. Now it's clear it's something else entirely.