Steve 29.
Chase squeezes my hand until I can’t feel it anymore as we follow Daddy to his, er, our suite. My things have ended up here without me even realizing it. “Are we in trouble?” my best friend whispers to me. I shake my head; I don’t think we did anything wrong.
Though, I haven’t been exactly coherent since before entering the safe room earlier. I wish that I was stronger under pressure. In the business world, I am, which I know is hard to believe. But in my personal life…I don’t know. I freeze. Regress. Disassociate. Fuck if I know, I’m not a psychologist. That would be a question for Apollo’s mom, later. Much later.
Right now, Daddy is holding our door open for Chase and I to enter. Through the small kitchen into the living room, Daddy ushers us further into the suite. “Sit.” He points to the couch; Chase and I comply immediately. “Good boys.” The sound of his voice, those words, they skate across my skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Am I to understand that you both do not wish to engage in any sexual activity together?” Chase and I look at each other then back to Daddy and nod. I love Chase, but I don’t want to touch him like that. “Boy, how do you feel about Chase watching you?”
“Oh.” That surprises me. I glance at Chase out of the corner of my eye, then dart back to Daddy. I think about Daddy touching me, teasing me, tasting me and Chase watching all of that from across the room and my dick twitches. I’ve always enjoyed watching Brooks and Mercury, Dru and Jupiter, or even having one of them watch me with their partner. But with Daddy? “I…I would…I would be ok with that.”
“Chase. How do you feel about watching?”
“Yes, please.” Chase nods his head so fast I’m surprised it doesn’t fall off. I cover my mouth with my hand and giggle at the thought.
“Boy, stand up.” I do. “Strip naked.” I do that too, super-fast. My dick bobs in the air and I want to cover up my nudity in front of Chase, instead I force my hands to remain at my sides. Daddy smiles at me fondly. “Good boy.” I like it when he says that. It grounds me. I don’t know why, and I don’t care. He makes me feel good and I want more of that…forever. “Sit in the chair, legs over the armrests.” I stumble in my haste to cross the living room to the recliner. I hesitate once sitting, feeling a little weird about exposing myself so much in front of Chase. But my friend is barely paying attention to me, he’s watching Rowan’s every move, his hand rubbing over the lump in the front of his pants.
Daddy hums, pointedly staring at my legs. With an eep, I drape my legs over the arms of the chair, my dick pointing up, my balls drawn tight, my hole obscenely exposed. A pleasurable shiver wracks my body as Daddy licks his lips before laying his club kutte across the coffee table and ripping off his shirt.
“Holy shit,” Chase mutters. I know. Rowan is big. Broad rounded shoulders defined yet barreled chest, rippling abs, wide waist, Redwood trunk thighs. All of that, plus bright blue eyes, sharp nose, chiseled jaw…I don’t know how I restrained myself for almost a year.
“Eyes on me, my boy.” I inhale sharply at the predatory look in my man’s eyes. “Scoot forward until your juicy ass hangs off the edge of the chair.”
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” I register Chase’s excitement, but I can’t respond. There is a behemoth between my spread legs on his knees. Running his nose along my inner thigh, I squirm as his breath tickles me. “Be still.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Rowan begins again along the other thigh, nuzzling my tight sac, then blazing a trail up my shaft and around the head with his tongue. My hands find my knees and I pull my legs back even more to give him room. He hovers above the mushroomed tip for several agonizing seconds, then with a glint in his eyes, he opens wide and swallows me whole. My back arches, my lower belly coils tight.
Over his bald head, I watch Chase quickly disrobe. I admire the smooth lines of his petite body, so unlike my own. He’s shorter, slimmer, and hairless. His prick is thin but long, a slight curve to the right. Chase’s hazy gaze finds mine and he smirks as he twists his wrist on the upstroke of his shaft.
“ Daddy, ” I whisper, my mouth moving before my brain has time to register. He pops off my dick, looking up at me as he wipes his mouth. “If we’re gonna give Chase a show, then I think you should be naked too. You’re beautiful and I want to show you off.” With a chuckle, he nods as he stands up. Toeing his boots off, he undoes his belt and buckle, pushing his pants and underwear down together.
“Michaelangelo, Donatello, none of those turtles could have sculpted a more perfect backside.” Daddy tips his head back and laughs at Chase’s observation. I love it when Daddy laughs, his prominent Adam’s apple bobs distractingly, as his whole body shakes with the joy of it. Words itch my tongue, desperate to be set free, but now isn’t the time. When we’re alone…I don’t want to wait to tell Rowan how I feel about him.
Rowan drops back down to his knees. I shimmy in anticipation. He holds my stare for a few seconds, then a lopsided grin stretches his lips, and he pops his ass out, arching his back dramatically. Chase whines, rolling off the couch to the floor. I giggle when he army-crawls to get a closer look at my daddy’s ass.
With the swipe of his tongue, Daddy captures all my attention, and I forget we have an audience. My eyes close, my head drops back as the pleasure overwhelms me. Fingers probe at my lips. I open my eyes and find Daddy staring intently at me. He slips his fingers into my mouth, and I suck on them, soaking them in my spit. Seconds later, those fingers are at my hole, sliding around the rim, lightly pushing against the muscle.
Daddy removes his fingers, and I open my mouth to soak them again, but instead he offers them to Chase. I wait for jealousy and discomfort but watching Chase suck on Daddy’s thick fingers is only making me hotter. He deep throats Rowan’s fingers, clutching at his wrist to hold him in place, while Chase’s other hand starts stroking his own dick in earnest.
“Daddy!” my voice is whiny. “Want you. Inside me.”
“I know, baby boy.” He says he knows but he isn’t inside me! He’s torturing me. And I love every second of it. Withdrawing from Chase’s mouth, Daddy places his fingers at my entrance and pushes harder until my body gives way and allows him entrance. And then he’s sucking on my cock and fucking me with his fingers, rubbing against my prostate and driving me mad with lust.
It builds and builds. The coil tightening with every swipe of his dexterous fingers, every draw of his hot mouth. Just before I crash, I’m lifted from the chair and impaled on the thickest cock I’ve ever had. My back to his chest, I lean back into his body, his hands under my thighs and keeping me slightly elevated as he powers up into me. My dick smacks my stomach over and over as I give complete control over to Daddy.
“Pinch your nipples, baby boy. Play with yourself for me. I want you to cum, spray your load all over us. Cover us with your cum.”
“Daddy! Yes! Yes!” I tug and rub and pull and twist my nipples, my dick tingling without assistance. I’m going to cum untouched. “Fill me up, Daddy. Cum inside me! Please, Daddy!”
“Such a good boy. I couldn’t resist taking you. You looked fucking irresistible with my fingers in your hole and your dick in my mouth. I want you out of your head and with me. All you need to worry about is pleasing Daddy. You want to please me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Then cum.” He growls roughly in my ear, a painful twist of my lower belly, and I’m cumming. My jizz arcing through the air and landing on Daddy’s thighs and then my chest on the bounce. Daddy’s body becomes solid rock beneath me, an animalistic roar echoing through the suite as he fills me with his release.
I melt into his hold, loving when his arms band around my torso. I drop my legs, groaning at the unpleasant ache in my hips from being spread open for so long. Lazily, I roll my head to the side to find Chase. He’s staring at where Daddy and I are connected, his hand frantically moving up and down his dick. Daddy softens enough to leave my body. Chase whines, high-pitched and desperate, then he’s resting back on his left hand, back bowing, as he shoots his load over his hand, hips thrusting as he chases his finish.
We catch our breath, Chase laying his head against Rowan’s bare knee. He idly runs his fingers along my leg. “Thank you, Steve’s daddy.”
“You’re welcome, Steve’s best friend.” I move a little when Daddy inhales deeply. “Let’s get you both in the shower. I’ll fix a snack, and then I think you two need some sleep.”
“I’ll go first.” With surprising energy, Chase jumps up and runs to the bathroom naked. I smile at his retreating backside, then snuggle deeper into Daddy’s body.
“Daddy…” I start then pause. I’m scared, vulnerability is no joke. But I think I’m more scared of Daddy never knowing how I really feel. “I love you.”
“Baby,” his voice is gruffer than usual as he tightens his arms around me. He buries his face in my neck and kisses the thin skin. “I love you so much.”