Chapter Twenty-Five #2
“Oh,” I tell her. “I have a meeting set up with the lawyer after New Year’s, so we can start discussing everything about how we’re going to navigate getting custody of Aaron back.
I know you’re still the rookie at your job, and that you once told me you couldn’t be my personal interpreter, but do you think—”
Lauren holds her hand up. “Say no more. I’ll be there. You give me the date, and I’ll put in for the time off. Whatever you need.”
“You’re such a softie, you know that?”
“You tell anyone, and I'll poison your drinking water.”
I wince.
She cackles. “That’s what I thought…” She sighs, looking around the Ant Farm and how it appears that a Christmas-themed novelty shop threw up in here. “Now, can we enjoy a brief moment of silence together before all the chaos that comes with tomorrow?”
I nod. “Cameron said he was going to rope Brody into cooking breakfast-for-supper with him tonight. What I sent Marcus out for was syrup, since, you know, we ran out a while ago.” I wink at her.
She stands, pressing her body into mine, walking her fingers up my chest. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes suddenly half-lidded and full of lust. She whispers, “I think I’ll go take my shower now. I’ll leave the door unlocked, you know, just in case you need anything…”
“Only thing I can imagine needing more than anything right now is you, babe,” I tell her.
She looks down at my stiffening cock, pressing against my pants. “I see that,” she hums, waggling her eyebrows. “Tell you what. Why don’t I suck you off in said shower, and then later tonight, you and Marcus put on a little show for me.”
My brows shoot up to my hairline. “Oh?”
“Oh. I want to watch the two men I love the most show each other just how much they love each other.” Her voice is dripping with desire.
“You just—want to watch us?” I ask her.
She nods, biting that lower lip of hers again, her cheeks getting a little pink. “I do.”
I smirk. “Someone enjoys a little voyeurism, I presume?”
“Only when it comes to you two…” She waggles her eyebrows. “Set out the Sexy Mrs. Claus lingerie set for Marcus when I’m in the shower, okay?” she asks, padding away towards the bathroom, her delectable ass swishing as she does.
After supper is over and everything is all picked up, I’m in the bathroom getting ready for bed.
Cam’s hearing aids have been carelessly left on the vanity, rather than on their usual spot on his nightstand.
No matter, at least I’m certain this means he’s in his bedroom for the night, and I know Brody’s already handed over his processors for charging.
This means Marcus doesn’t have to concentrate so much on being quiet…
that’s all. And I’ve already gotten a glimpse of him in that lingerie—the satiny bodice of the tight dress, flocked in white fluff, looking sexy as hell on him.
This particular nighty leaves his pecs exposed, and instantly, my attention was drawn to those little hoops through his nipples, which he changed out the barbells for.
Tonight, he went the festive route, I guess.
There are little bells attached to the hoops, and yes, they tinkled when he flexed and made his tits bounce.
When he spun around, the flared skirt whirled with the movement. His bubble butt jiggled when he put on a show, twerking for me. I wanted to slap it right then and there, and I suppose I could have, since neither of the boys would have been the wiser.
Just thinking about it now has my cock tenting behind my Christmassy pajama pants.
Thank fuck I wasn’t sporting this wood back when we took family pictures in front of the tree—all in our matching jammies—a couple of weeks ago because this plaid print is doing nothing to conceal my erection right now.
My pecker is practically a compass needle at this point, directing me back to our bedroom.
Our bedroom. As in the one I share with them, and lay equal amounts claim to. Hard to believe that, way back in July, I was once feeling like the outsider in their home, right?
As soon as the door snicks shut behind me, Marcus is all up on me—he’s been lovestruck all night, actually.
The cake I made to celebrate his stepping out of the closet, at first, brought tears to his eyes.
That was right before he insisted that the three of us all feed it to each other.
Then, he couldn’t get to the bedroom quickly enough, practically shooing the boys off to their respective bedrooms.
Now, here we are. He can’t keep his hands off of me, and I’m not even the one looking like St. Nick’s wet dream right now. He scooches down, lips still interlocked on mine, and lifts me up from under my ass. I wrap my legs around him, hardly able to lock my ankles behind his back.
He holds me there for a bit, kissing the absolute hell out of me while I savor every lick and glide his tongue makes past mine.
My eyes flit over to Lauren, who is practically fanning herself over on the bed, ready and waiting with a toy from her massive collection.
It’s a clitoral stimulator, and she’s already making use of it, letting it hum between her parted thighs.
“Fuck me, Caleb,” he murmurs on my lips. “Every time you walk around here shirtless, I’m a goner for you, baby.”
I smile. I wish I could tell him that every time he looks so done up as confidently as he is right now, that he does it for me too. I can’t however, because I’m clinging to him like a damn barnacle, too afraid to fall, because, at his height? That’s a helluva long way down.
Can’t afford to bust a hip, since I know I’ll be needing them to pound his ass hard tonight.
I’m talking about railing him so hard that there’s a slight chance that headboard will be punching through drywall.
No matter if it does though. Fixing it is a future me problem.
Present me wants to leave Marcus so sore that he can’t walk normally right into the new year.
“How do you want me?” Marcus asks, spinning us around and walking us over to the bed. He eases me down onto it, right next to Lauren.
I sign my response, “Up on all fours. Give me a view of that gorgeous ass of yours. Be where Lauren can get the best seat in the house to watch this, Sugar. She wants a show, and I intend to give her one.”
Marcus crawls onto the bed, accepting the bottle of lube Lauren passes him, and assumes the position I’ve requested of him. When he shimmies his ass, I notice a glint of something reflecting off the nightlight in the room. I lean over and spread his cheeks apart…
Lauren smirks like a cat who has just wandered into a canary display at the pet store.
Marcus peers over his shoulder and grins devilishly as well.
He’s wearing a plug. They must have put this in while I was in the bathroom.
Not just any plug though. No, he’s wearing one that says “Santa’s Slutty Elf” at the end of it.
I shake my head and chuckle, unable to help myself.
“Perfect, isn’t it?” Lauren hums, sliding her delicate hand down Marcus’ backside and tapping the base of the plug.
Marcus moans, leaning back into her touch.
I nod, then give his ass a teasing crack. “Does that make me S-A-N-T-A?” I ask him. “Since you’re my slutty little elf? My good, good fucking boy…”
He bites his lip, wiggling his ass again. Lord, and when his cheeks bounce, my palm connects with his ass once more. He flinches, but his body betrays the expression of pure want on his face. I smooth my hand over the red mark blooming where I’ve slapped him twice.
Lauren lays back, settling in to watch, as I beckon the bottle of lube from him. I’m leaking in my goddamn pants right now, so ready to be inside his ready and waiting perfect pink hole. My cock is swollen so painfully, I momentarily wonder how long I’m going to last.
Lauren sucked me off earlier so I should be able to go a little longer, but looking at Marcus spread out before me like this?
I’m having serious doubts. Fuck, I am the luckiest man alive, and where that used to leave me feeling guilty, I realize I’m starting to see how flawed that way of thinking was.
I twist the base of the plug, pulling it out slowly, admiring the way his ass wants to keep suctioning it back in.
I pump it a couple of times, causing him to whimper, shifting on his knees before me.
He loves being teased and edged, but I don’t know if I have it in me tonight.
The draw to bury myself deep within him is too strong.
With the plug fully out, I quickly shed my pants and slather my cock with lube. I paint what’s left on my fingers over his puckered hole, making sure he’s still wet for me. I inch forward on my knees, pressing my tip to his tight entrance.
My intent was to go in slow, to draw this out a bit before I start pounding into him. Marcus, however—being the needy little slut he is—feels me there and presses backwards. My cock breaches the chokehold grip his hole has on me and I’m seated fully within him in one quick glide.
“Oh f-f-fuuuck,” Marcus groans languidly.
He doesn’t even give himself but a second to adjust before he’s thrusting back, impaling himself on me over and over. I bend forward, slumping my body over his, causing him to nearly still while I’m embedded inside him.
I press kisses on the tops of his shoulders, along the nape of his neck, rocking into him slower.
“I love you so much, baby,” Marcus whimpers. “Please, Caleb. Please fuck me harder.”