Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Tyler
Pulses of pleasure still rippled through my cock and tiny aftershocks left me half-brained. Watching Elliot work so hard to bring me to pleasure eased any worries I had. Knowing he went out of his comfort zone to create intimacy with me meant more to me than I could ever explain.
Elliot kissed my mouth passionately and I returned the kiss before easing him onto his back.
“You don’t have to,” he tried, but I cut him off.
“Shut the fuck up, Elliot.”
Tinsley giggled and I looked over at her. I was surprised to see her lying naked on the bed with her hand between her legs. Elliot had pointed it out early, but the way she’d blushed, I thought she’d stopped.
“Little miss, go sit over Daddy’s face,” I commanded.
She scrambled to her knees and climbed over. Elliot guided her into the proper position with her knees on either side of his head. Her moans told me he wasted no time in licking her sweet little cunt.
I fisted his cock and he arched into my touch. Tinsley reached forward, planting her hands on his chest, and pulled at his nipples.
“Daddy,” she cried, grinding her pussy onto him.
Dropping my head, I sucked Elliot into my mouth. He was large and dripping. His taste covered my tongue.
“Mhph,” he moaned into our girl.
Sucking and flicking the tip of his cock while stroking him in my fist seemed to bring him the most pleasure. I loved the way his muscles twitched and how he curled his toes.
“Uncle Tyler,” Tinsley cried. I looked up at her. “Can I come?”
Popping off of Elliot’s cock, I considered her question. “You can come right now, but you will owe me and Daddy six more orgasms throughout the day, or you can hold off and come with Daddy,” I offered.
“Six?” Her thighs trembled on either side of Elliot's head.
“Six. And we can take them whenever and wherever we want.”
“Daddy!” she cried.
I chuckled, knowing Elliot had probably amped up his efforts.
“Nuuu!” she cried when he slipped a finger inside her. Apparently, the idea of us making her come in public was arousing for both of us.
Laughing, I bent and took Elliot back into my mouth.
“Daddy!” Tinsley cried again. Poor girl. The evidence of her arousal sounded with each thrust of Elliot’s fingers. Lifting my gaze, I looked up just in time to see her lose the battle. Her shoulders crumpled, her body shook, and whimpers of pleasure fell from her lips.
Her orgasm triggered Elliot’s. “Fuck, Tyler, I’m going to…” I took him down and swallowed his release.
“Fuck.” He and I spoke in unison as soon as I’d swallowed.
“Thank you, that was amazing,” Elliot said.
Tinsley climbed from him and laid back against the pillows. We followed her and snuggled together—a sweaty, happy pile of arms and limbs.
Elliot
“Do you guys needa talk ‘bout it?” Tinsley was the first to speak after the aftereffects of our orgasms wore off.
“Talk about what, little one?”
“You giving each other the Gluck-Gluck 3000.”
Tyler barked out a laugh and I did too. I swear this Little girl was going to be the death of us.
I looked over her head at Tyler. “Thank you for giving me and allowing me to give you pleasure.”
“Ditto,” he answered, reaching over and taking my hand.
“Very romantic,” Tinsley said. “And very hot.”
I tickled her belly and kissed her forehead before reaching over and kissing Tyler’s mouth.
“Best ‘cation ever.”
“I agree, Teenie. I agree.”
“Me too,” I added.
Peeking into the bathroom, I watched the cutest display as Tyler and Tinsley played mermaids in the bath.
“Can I be this squid?” he asked.
“Is an octopus,” Tinsley answered.
“What’s the difference?”
“Two less letters and two more legs.”
Laughing at Tinsley’s sassy answer, I shook my head. “Sassy girl,” I teased.
She grinned and Tyler shot her with a squirt of water from a clam bath toy.
Shrieks filled the bathroom as did a ridiculous amount of splashing.
“Alright, my mermaids, I hate to end the party, but we need to get ready for dinner.”
“I’m a merman, a fucking manly one,” Tyler argued, climbing from the tub. He grabbed a towel and scooped Tinsley out next.
“You’re a fucking squid,” she cried with a giggle.
“I’m going to feed you to the duckies!” he teased as he tossed her over his shoulder.
He smacked his wet hand down on her butt. “Oh look, a booty bongo.” He marched around the hotel and smacked her butt at the same time. I loved them both, but I should probably double my caffeine intake to keep up with them.
“Alright, my naughty marching band, let's go. I need you in clothes now.”
Tyler handed me Tinsley and went to get dressed. “Don’t forget to potty first, Uncle Tyler,” she yelled as I laid her back on the bed.
“I love that you’re reminding Uncle Tyler to go to the bathroom.”
“Him’s just a baby.”
Laughing, I dry off her body. “I think he’s a big kid, baby.”
“No.”
“No?”
“He’s three.”
“Oh, wow. Only three, huh?”
“Yas-huh.”
I made a note to tease Tyler about that later as I rubbed Tinsley’s lotion over her body and kissed her belly.
“What kinda dress are we wearing tonight, baby? You want stars and moons or unicorns?”
She looked over the dresses before picking the unicorn one. I dressed her quickly and helped her slide on her shoes.
“Piggies?”
“Yeah, we can do piggies, little one.”
She sat on the chair and I brushed her hair into the two bumps she wanted.
“Beautiful,” Tyler said as he came from the second bedroom.
“Handsome,” she squealed when she saw his buttoned-up shirt.
“I agree, baby. Uncle Tyler looks very handsome.”
Tinsley
Holding Uncle Tyler’s hand, I followed him and Daddy into the restaurant. He lifted me onto a highchair and sat beside me. Daddy pulled his chair over and sat on the other side. “Be careful, little one. I don’t want you to fall.”
“Okay, Dada.”
I opened the menu and pretended to look over my options. It was silly, though, ‘cause Daddy was going to order for me. I kicked my legs and giggled, deciding I always wanted to sit at the tall tables.
“Let’s order a bottle of red to celebrate.”
“Red?” I perked up. I loved red wine.
Uncle Tyler chuckled “I don’t know, Teenie. Babies can’t have wine.”
“She thinks you’re only three, so you might want to watch your words.”
“Three?”
“Yas-huh. Just a baby.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m a full-grown man.” He laughed.
“Nu-huh,” I teased him.
“Really?”
“Yas, just a tiny baby.”
The look of mischievousness that crossed over Tyler’s face instantly had my kitty throbbing. I had no idea what he was going to do, but it was going to be very hot.
“The plans I have for you tonight are very grown-up, Teenie.”
“Plans?” I asked, turning to look up at him.
“Yes, ma’am. Climb on my lap.”
I hesitated.
“One. Two.”
After scrambling into his lap, he adjusted me so that my back was against his front and my legs were over each side of him.
He slid his hand up my leg and then up to my thigh. As soon as I realized where his target area was, I slapped my hands down over his.
“Hands flat on the table, Teenie.”
“No.”
“Are you using your safeword?”
“N-no.”
“Then put your hands on the table.”
“Uncle Tyler,” I whined.
“I can easily turn your six into seven.”
Damn it. I’d hoped he’d forgotten about that.
Daddy whistled under his breath. “I’d put my hands on the table if I was you, little one.”
I did as I was told, and Uncle Tyler’s hand slid through the side of my diaper and over my folds.
“She’s already wet for us, Elliot.”
“Oh, is she?” Daddy’s voice was gravely from his arousal and I’m pretty sure I wet Tyler’s hand a bit more.
He found my clit and rubbed it in fast, light circles. My tits were heavy and my nipples hard. Was he really going to make me come at the restaurant?
“Uncle Tyler,” I whined.
“Oh no, Teenie. You seemed to need proof I wasn’t a baby, so let me show you how much of a man I am.”
Me and my big mouth.
His fingers picked up speed, and I clutched the table. A soft moan escaped me.
“You better be quiet, baby, you don’t want anyone to know you’re being such a naughty girl, do you?” Daddy asked me.
“No, Dada,” I groaned, trying not to cry out.
Uncle Tyler was relentless and soon the pressure built until I couldn't take it. “Uncle Tyler?”
“Go, baby,” he permitted.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my silence. He rubbed until there was nothing else inside of me. That was one of the strongest orgasms I’d had in a long while. Did I get off on public play?
Before I could dig deeper, Uncle Tyler’s fingers were moving again. I looked back at him in shock and he only chuckled. “You still owe me and Daddy five more, Teenie.”