Chapter Twenty #2
His mate’s nose nuzzled, his tongue massaged, while the rapid increase of sucking made Soren tremble with need.
A wet finger circled around his entrance while Soren whined and rocked against Arlington’s face.
Wanting more. Wanting everything his mates chose to give him.
Another vibration tore through him when Arlington moaned, a deep, hungry moan, before popping off Soren’s cock, leaving the tip with the echo of that last rumbly vibration.
The sight that met his gaze when he cracked his eyes open, was Arlington with his head thrown back, glints of sunset red shimmering in his hair, and reflecting on the surface of the water around him as Taggart’s head broke the surface of the water, his giggles filling their tranquil little space.
No rushing, no frantic whispered words—there was just this moment together and the chance to wind one another up and make each other feel good.
Water sloshed as Arlington planted himself on the edge of the hot tub right beside Soren, who reached up to grab Taggart’s arm, tugging him until he was sprawled out beside him.
Fingers tangling in one another’s hair, Soren returned to kissing him while Arlington licked and kissed his way over Soren’s thigh on his way to Taggart’s even as one of Arlington’s fingers slid inside of Soren, stroking and making him rock and sigh against Taggart’s lips.
Taggart’s fingers tangled in Soren’s hair, and he cried out against Soren’s lips, his body beginning to tremble before he whined as Arlington kissed his way back over to Soren.
“You are both… so… unfair!” Taggart whimpered against Soren’s lips.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Arlington rumbled happily.
“Me either,” Soren murmured as he peered into Taggart’s bright, beautiful eyes. “Might be a case of computer error.”
“I just think he’s forgotten one very important fact,” Arlington pointed out, his lips pressed to Soren’s lower belly, where he occasionally nipped the skin to make him squirm.
“W-what’s that?” Soren moaned.
“That Daddy makes the rules,” Arlington declared as he kissed his way across Soren’s belly, lightly nipping his hip before he began kissing a trail down Soren’s thigh as Taggart’s eyes widened, a long, low moan spilling from his lips, painting a very clear picture for Soren of what their mate was doing with his other hand.
He was doing the same thing to Soren, who rocked against the finger inside him, wanting another one.
“And since Daddy makes the rules, he also gets to decide what’s fair or not,” Arlington went on, as casually as if they were discussing what kind of cheese to pick up at the grocery store.
“Which means that nothing that’s happened since we’ve come out here has been unfair in the slightest. I think my little meerkat might need to come up with another word of protest, though for the life of me I can’t figure out what he’d have to protest about. ”
“Want your cock, Daddy, and you won’t give it to me,” Taggart whine-sniggered, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Want Soren on my cock, but all he’ll give me is his fingers, lips, and tongue.”
“Ahh, I see,” Arlington chuckled, rolling his eyes up so he could lock gazes with them. “Is someone feeling a little needy?”
The heated, intense look he gave them made Soren squirm and writhe a little more, especially when the finger withdrew from his ass, one Soren had been enjoying.
“Yes, Daddy, and it’s not fair making me wait!” Taggart declared, drawing another chuckle from Arlington.
“Oh, really?” Arlington asked in that deep, rumbly way that made Soren’s toes curl. “There goes that word again. Didn’t I already explain that you needed a new one?”
“I don’t want a new word. Daddy, I just want your cock in me!” Taggart demanded.
Arlington removed his hand, and Taggart gasped and sputtered, looking completely outraged, the same way Soren felt now that no one was touching him any longer.
“Look in the little compartment to your right,” Daddy requested, looking straight at Soren.
At first there was confusion about what Arlington was talking about, until Soren noticed the smooth indent in one piece of wood, and gave it a little tug.
“Daddy,” Soren said when he spotted several different kinds of lube, and two fat toys, still wrapped in plastic, in the hot tub compartment. “You think of everything,” he giggled.
Arlington just chuckled and gave him a wink. “Yup, and I know two cheeky little darlin’s who’d best remember that.”
Arlo
Seated on the deck, with Taggart perched on his cock, his back to Arlo’s chest so Soren could ride Taggart’s cock, something he was doing so vigorously he threatened to topple them all over.
Arlo groaned and tried to keep himself under control as his boys rapidly came unraveled.
Each time Arlo thrust up, Soren pressed down, impaling himself on Taggart and drawing wild cries from their meerkat mate.
When Taggart came, Arlo was glad they had no neighbors nearby as his wild, out-of-control cries would surely have led to them calling the authorities with a noise complaint or a request to do a welfare check.
Arlo continued to thrust up into him, and Soren continued riding Taggart through his orgasm, chasing his own and finding it a few minutes later, just before Arlo roared, his release so powerful it shook the three of them.
Panting, shaking, they clung to one another until Arlo couldn’t hold them up any longer and fell back, clutching his boys to him so they could rest on top of him.
Tiny streaks of red and pink still marred the sky in a few places, but the moon, bright and full tonight, glowed a shimmering silver overhead as Soren sort of toppled off Taggart sideways to curl against Arlo’s side.
Groaning, Arlo managed to get his arm around Soren and place a hand on his hip, but that was about it, while Taggart hadn’t moved.
Now and then, Taggart let out the softest sigh after each exhale. The only other sounds were the gentle bubbling of the water his feet dangled in and a cricket insistently chirping, then pausing to wait for an answer to its call.
Tranquil.
Everything about the moment was just so damned perfect that Arlo didn’t care if they passed out there on the deck, just as long as the mosquitoes left them alone.
A soft nuzzle against his chest, and the glide of a hand up his thigh drew his attention to his boys.
Taggart was getting comfy, though doing that with his back against Arlo’s chest, Arlo didn’t understand.
But his boy grew heavier, while Soren’s hand rested halfway between Arlo’s knee and his hip.
He looked and felt completely at ease on the wooden deck, with no plans of going anywhere, anytime soon, which suited Arlo just fine.
With the back of Taggart’s head resting on his shoulder and the wind occasionally ruffling his boy’s hair, making it tickle Arlo’s nose, there was no way for him to slide out from under him even if he wanted to with his cock semi-hard inside his boy.
He didn’t.
No chance in hell.
It felt like he’d been waiting a lifetime for this.
Mates.
A home that was more than four walls and a place to keep his possessions.
Love.
It took effort to lift his free arm and drape it over Taggart’s stomach, but he managed it the same way he tugged Soren a little closer, until even a piece of paper wouldn’t fit between them.
“You two are my world,” Arlo rumbled when his heartbeat had finally settled down enough that he could think and formulate words. “Love you both so damn much.” He spoke what his heart felt. What his soul knew.
“Love you too, Daddy,” Soren whispered, words a little slurred, like he’d already been falling asleep.
“I love you, Daddy,” Taggart said, twisting his head so his nose could nuzzle against Arlo’s neck, followed by another soft sigh.
Warm and clear, with the brightest stars already beginning to shimmer overhead, it wasn’t the kind of night where he had to worry about things turning cold and needing to usher his boys indoors.
There was no need to worry about anything, really, besides enjoying this tender moment with his boys and letting the world melt away.
They may have trained him to be an enforcer, but unbeknownst to Arlo, they had trained him for two Littles. What could be more fitting than that?
Absolutely nothing.