Chapter 10 Oliver #2
We stay like that for a while until Tallis lets out a breath and straightens up.
“Come on,” he says, encouraging me onto my feet.
But not for long. Before I know what’s happening, he sweeps me up in a bridal carry.
I squeak and throw my arms around his neck.
It’s pretty fucking hot how easily he’s holding me.
When August also stands, Tallis leans in to kiss him over me, and I sigh happily.
This experience might almost be over. However, I’ve got a banquet of memories to take home with me that will last forever.
Wordlessly, Tallis carries me and leads August upstairs.
I assumed we’d head to either the spare bedroom to play or the main bathroom, but Tallis takes us into their main bedroom and then into the en suite where I haven’t been before.
I don’t question anything, though, as he places me down and gets the water going in the shower over the tub.
Once it’s warm enough, he helps me step under the hot stream, letting all the residue from lunch wash away.
I allow the water to cleanse me as I watch Tallis undress August, taking his time kissing his husband as he slowly gets him naked. Then he guides August toward me where my Daddy joins me in the tub, his large hands immediately working sweet-smelling gel over my body and through my hair.
It’s not long before Tallis also joins us in the cramped space.
It’s kind of funny and sexy and awkward and perfect as we shower together, hands everywhere, kisses stolen while the water cascades all around us.
Even though I’ve barely been touched between my legs since Tallis sucked me off before lunch, I’m rock-hard and panting by the time he finally turns the water off.
He and August are clearly excited as well, but Tallis makes sure we’re both wrapped up in warm, fluffy towels and helps us dry our hair a bit before we relocate to the bedroom.
We’ve slept here both nights and August woke me up with a blow job each morning.
But we’ve never come and done a scene in here as that’s what the spare room is set up for.
So it doesn’t really surprise me that when Tallis pulls us onto the mattress, losing the towels as we go, there aren’t any gimmicks going on.
No toys or food or cuffs or play acting.
Tallis just sandwiches me between him and his husband as he kisses my neck and rubs his cock against my ass.
August kisses my mouth and wraps his hand around both our lengths as he leisurely rolls his hips.
Is this what people mean when they talk about making love as opposed to fucking? I always thought that was cheesy greeting card nonsense. In this moment, though, I think I understand.
What’s happening right now is very different to everything else we’ve done until this point. Hell, it’s nothing like any sex I’ve had in my whole life.
I know they can’t possibly love me. That’s insane. It’s only been a couple of days since we met. But I’m so caught up in the way their bodies are pressed against mine and the hot, sweet kisses they’re giving me, I can’t help but feel loved anyway.
“Oliver,” Tallis says reverently as he presses slick fingers to my hole. “Say my name.”
For a moment, I’m confused. Then I work out what he’s asking.
In this moment, he doesn’t want to be called Master.
“Tallis,” I whisper. Despite my request on the first night, it’s actually the first time I’ve called him that since we met at the café.
Master felt right the rest of the time, even when not in a scene.
He moans as he pushes his fingers inside, making me gasp.
“Daddy,” I say against August’s lips, sensing he still wants to be called that.
I’m almost right.
“Daddy August,” Tallis corrects, stroking my sensitive bundle of nerves, making me tremble with desire. “And Daddy Tallis. Taking care of you, our special little Oliver treat.”
August’s eyes go wide in front of me as he looks over my shoulder at his husband. I can’t see what Tallis’s face is doing, but August nods slightly, his eyes shining and his cheeks flushed.
“Aren’t you lucky, baby boy?” he murmurs into my mouth, his big, thick cock rubbing deliciously against mine. “Having two Daddies to dote on you.”
All the emotions I was trying to keep under control threaten to spill out as these amazing men overwhelm me with their bodies and their affection.
“I’m the luckiest boy on the planet,” I whimper, clinging to Daddy August as Daddy Tallis starts easing himself inside my hole.
The kink has been mind-blowingly incredible. But this moment right here feels euphoric in a completely new way that has me practically sobbing as Tallis begins thrusting into me.
“Shh, it’s okay,” August tells me soothingly as he kisses away my tears.
Tallis doesn’t waste any time in setting a fierce pace, biting my shoulder and sucking hard.
The next few minutes reduce to only that for me.
The suction and sting as he works on the hickey he’s giving me, the way he’s slamming his cock into my prostate, and August rubbing his body against mine as we kiss.
When he comes, Tallis roars and drags his fingernails down my arm and along my side, leaving pink raised welts.
The pain almost makes me climax as well, but I haven’t been given permission, and I have just enough wits about me to hold off.
We might have changed up the names, but I’m under no illusion that I still have to wait for my Master to tell me I’m allowed to blow my load.
Both Tallis and I are breathing heavily as he recovers from his orgasm. Then I realize August has already latched his mouth onto my collarbone, and he’s also giving me a hickey.
I’d kind of forgotten that Tallis had warned me his husband might want to do that.
I’d agreed quite enthusiastically so long as they were mostly kept hidden.
Having one on my neck is probably okay, but then Tallis and August proceed to give me half a dozen more.
First on my front, and then they roll me over to place a matching pair on my shoulder blades.
“So delicious,” August moans as he works. “So tasty, baby boy. Daddy’s going to gobble you all up and keep you in his jelly belly forever.”
I don’t mind a little of the vore kink creeping in when it’s so sweet. For a moment, I can pretend he’d really want to keep me forever. But now that I’ve got several reminders to take away with me from this experience, I don’t feel quite so heavy at the idea of leaving.
August keeps me on my front as he slides inside me and starts thrusting deep and slow, taking more time than his husband did.
Tallis lays on his side next to me, holding my hand and flicking his gaze between my face and August on top of me.
Occasionally, he leans in to give one of us a kiss, but mostly he just watches, a look of awe on his face.
“Are you ready to come, Augie Pie?” he asks when it feels like August is getting close to the edge. I feel wild from getting fucked twice in quick succession, grinding my dick against the duvet in desperate need of release.
“Yes, Master, please,” August cries.
Tallis reaches up, running his fingers through August’s hair. “Come for me, my darling. I want to watch you.”
August grunts and speeds up, pounding me until he bellows in ecstasy, filling my ass with his cum on top of his husband’s.
When he finally withdraws, he’s gasping and I’m quivering, on the verge of tears again as Tallis gently turns me on my back once more.
“You’ve been so perfect for us, Oliver,” he says as he nuzzles his nose against mine, his hand wrapping around my aching, leaking cock. “Such a good boy. So beautiful.”
August presses himself against my other side, planting kisses along my jaw as he slides a couple of fingers inside my well-used, cream-filled hole. “Our Oliver,” he mutters as I writhe between them. “Our perfect little treat.”
My whimper must indicate to Tallis that I’m about to come.
I’m not sure what signal he gives August, but suddenly they’re both kissing me at the same time.
I didn’t really think that was possible, and it’s certainly clumsy and messy.
But it’s also the most amazing, perfect feeling in the world as all three of our mouths clash and they use their hands to send me teetering over the abyss with what might be my most earth-shattering orgasm yet.
As soon as I’m able to catch my breath, I finally lose the battle I’ve been fighting since the sushi table and start sobbing, letting all my pent-up emotions free.
Tallis and August wrap me up in their arms, keeping me warm and safe as I tremble and cry.
“It’s okay, baby boy,” August promises me.
“Good boy, Oliver,” Tallis adds. “Everything was perfect. You’re perfect.”
“T-Thank you,” I manage to utter. “Daddy Tallis. Daddy August. Thank you being the best Daddies ever.”
Because I know no one stands a chance of measuring up to them after this. It’s been the most remarkable, transformative weekend of my whole life.
And now it’s all over.