Chapter Three #2
“Hard for Daddy again already,” he rumbled, nuzzling Taggart to inhale his scent. “That’s so good, darlin’ ‘cause Daddy really wants you right now.”
He whimpered, his lips finding Arlo’s neck as he started sucking a mark Arlo would be proud to wear.
Gods, he had a soft mouth and really seemed to enjoy having something in it.
Arlo would let Taggart suck on whatever he wanted whenever they were alone, or in a dark place, no one would notice what they were doing.
Get a grip on yourself enforcer, he told himself, laughter rolling through his mind as he shoved aside the image that had popped into his head, of those reclining balcony seat at the movies, and Taggart spending as much time with his head in Arlo’s lap as he did watching the screen.
“What’s funny, Daddy?” he murmured against his throat.
“Oh, you heard that, did you?”
“Uh-huh.”
Never wanting to be the type of rhino to fib to his mate, even a little, he immediately told him the truth. “Was picturing your mouth on my cock in a dark movie theater and coming down your throat while something blew up on the screen.”
Taggart groaned, the vibration going down his chest as Taggart kept his mouth on his throat. “Does Daddy like it when things go boom?”
“Daddy loves it.”
He giggled at that, and Arlo had a moment of pause, because Taggart had already proven that he could be impulsive, now Arlo sat there hoping Taggart wouldn’t try to rig up a little surprise just to create a treat for him. Explosives, even little ones, were nothing to play with.
“But don’t you go trying to plan a surprise for Daddy, okay? I wouldn’t want you to get hurt trying to be frisky.”
His lips popped off Arlo’s neck, and he moaned when Arlo caressed him again.
“You wouldn’t want to miss out on moments like this because we couldn’t play the way we wanted to,” Arlo cautioned, continuing to stroke him until he was spluttering over his words.
“A-am I s-s-supposed to say yes, or, or no, so you’ll keep doing that?”
Taggart’s breathless words made Arlo’s cock throb as he chuckled and gripped a handful of Taggart’s hair in one hand while continuing to stroke him with the other.
Knowing his strength, Arlo tugged with the greatest of care, just enough to get him to tip his head back so he could kiss him while he increased the speed of his strokes, swallowing all of Taggart’s desperate cries.
His squirming had Arlo desperate to claim him, but he refused to rush things along.
The moment he felt Taggart tense and began to spill, he kissed his way down his throat and sank his teeth into the side of Taggart’s neck, cutting off his air supply, just a little, with the pressure of his bite, and causing his mate’s orgasm to intensify.
Blood filled his mouth while cum covered his hand, Taggart’s cries so wild and unrestrained that Arlo bucked, his cock spurting untouched at Taggart’s wild abandon.
In the aftermath, there was nothing but harsh panting and the perfect imprint of his teeth around Taggart’s throat, cementing their connection with one another.
Taggart
There was whatever Arlo had brought to his home for him to look at, except that wasn’t what Arlo wanted to do after they’d showered together, and Arlo had washed him.
Nope, Arlo had cooked a basic meal with Taggart’s help and then they had curled up on the couch and settled in to watch a movie. It was bliss.
Never had Taggart felt so contented in his entire life.
If he had a choice, he’d never move off the couch again when Daddy let him suck anything he wanted.
He’d chewed on his thumb for an hour before he’d switched to Arlo’s nipple, that was harder, but he’d enjoyed having his face mashed into Arlo’s barrel chest, struggling to breathe but loving the strong smell of his mate being so close.
At some point, Taggart had fallen asleep warming Arlo’s cock, only to be woken when Arlo lifted him—he lifted him up—to carry him to bed. Taggart wasn’t ashamed about crawling onto Arlo’s vast body, snuggling right in, and falling right back to sleep.
With the light coming through the window, Taggart’s brain woke up fast with tumbling thoughts and questions about how things would be after the epic day before.
Reality would intrude, but how fast made Taggart anxious.
The information he needed to go through would take a lot of time and energy, which meant that Taggart would have less time for Arlo.
Would he be upset about that? The couple of Daddies he had more than a play date or two with, had gotten pissed easily when Taggart got lost in the code and forgot the real world existed.
“It’s gonna be alright,” Arlo rumbled, a large hand running up his naked back like Arlo was stroking a cat.
Taggart almost purred as he arched into the touch. “Did you hear all my thoughts, Daddy?” he mumbled, slitting his eyes open, a little scared to look properly at Arlo.
“Em hum.” Arlo kissed his prickly cheek, his hand sliding under his neck, rubbing at the mating mark that made his chubby take notice.
“I’m not going to be upset that you have important work to do, darlin’.
My only concern will be ‘bout taking care of you.” He rubbed his nose down Taggart’s throat to the mark, he nibbled on the raised skin and Taggart groaned and shivered at the sparks of desire flowing directly to his cock.
He was panting as teeth grazed the mark while the hold Arlo had on his throat was possessive and hot as fuck. He sucked on the skin, and Taggart moved to grind his cock on the thigh between his legs.
“Can I c-come D-Daddy?” he panted and struggled with how good it felt to slide his sticky cock against the firm thigh.
“Yes, darlin’, just let go, Daddy’s got you.”
It took seconds with Arlo’s mouth on his throat, and he shivered and shuddered through his climax, painting Arlo’s thigh.
“Clean up your mess like a good boy.”
Panting and eager, he wriggled down under the covers and lapped up all the cum off Arlo’s thigh, then felt the nudge to his cheek. He twisted his head and sucked the head of the meaty cock into his mouth and groaned at the combined taste of his and Arlo’s cum on his tongue.
“That’s it, use it for your sucky.”
He mouthed at the flesh while fingers ran gently through his hair in a soothing manner. There was no sense of urgency as he settled in, sucking slowly, his eyelids closing at the contented feeling coming from Arlo.
“Daddy needs to talk about something important, darlin’, and I need you to listen carefully.”
“Ok-ay,” he mumbled around the cock, dribbling but not letting go of his prize.
He felt a sense of determination mixed with a little anxiety, which made Taggart suck a little harder.
“I have a feeling that we have a third mate and he’s staying in town at the motel.”
Taggart gagged and pulled off, eyes wide, his heart thudding painfully. “Another mate, you have another mate!” he gasped, too busy freaking out to bother wiping the dribbles off his chin.
Dragged up on top of Arlo, he held Taggart close, meeting his gaze.
“No darlin’, we have a third, or I believe we might.
I know this, you are more precious to me than anything in this world.
Nothing will change that.” He kissed him, and Taggart felt the belief come through their connection.
“If he is our third, then what we have will be like what Cosmo has with his mates.”
“What if he’s not for me?” Taggart asked bravely because, having just found his mate, he didn’t want to lose him, so honesty was his only choice.
Arlo gave him a gentle smile. “Fate doesn’t work like that. If he’s our third, then he will fit both of us. Just think of the choice of suckys you’ll have.”
Taggart let that sink in and, despite the feeling of excitement in the pit of his stomach, he was still apprehensive; he wasn’t going to lie. “I’m nervous. But can we go find him now?”