Chapter 11 Bathrooms Can Be Fun #2
I pounded into Tam’s hot, waiting mouth and kissed the stranger again. I wanted to come so bad it hurt at this point, but I wanted to show Daddy how good I could be. How I would obey him. Maybe he would want to keep me if I did good enough?
The man pulled away, panting. He licked my ear, then growled, “Ask your Daddy for permission.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. “Daddy, can I come?”
“Yes, boy. Squirt all of your lovely spend down Tam’s throat.”
I slammed into Tam, and pleasure ripped through me. They eagerly sucked my release down, swallowing, while the stranger kissed and bit my neck.
I almost sagged backward, but a strong arm held me up.
Tam grinned at me, licking their lips, then immediately took the other man’s cock into their mouth.
“Help him finish,” Nyx ordered.
My mouth found the stranger’s with ease as I slipped a hand under his shirt to rub his chest. It was furry, and I loved the feel of his hair under my fingers, but I was told to help him finish, not play.
So I found his nipple and circled it, then tugged on the bud while he fucked my mouth with his tongue.
The stranger slammed his hips into Tam, and Tam took it with loud groans and cries.
Suddenly, the stranger shivered and grunted against my mouth, and I worked his nipple faster to make him feel even better as he came.
Tam leaned back, easily pulled the full condom off him, and knotted it before tossing it into the garbage. They gave the stranger a broad smile and said, “Thank you.”
I quickly remembered the order Daddy had given me. “Thank you, Tam, and…” I didn’t know the stranger’s name.
“Maurice.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, finally taking in Maurice’s dimpled chin and round stomach. He was really handsome.
“I hope my coupling and boy took good care of you,” Nyx said from where he leaned against the doorjamb.
Maurice gave us both a kiss. “They did.”
“Good.” Nyx held his hands out, and we both went to his side. Tam waved goodbye, but I buried my face in Nyx’s neck, fighting tears.
When we stepped outside into the cold air, Nyx asked, “Level?”
“One,” Tam replied in a bubbly voice.
I whispered, “Two.”
Nyx stopped and cupped my cheeks. “Did you not want to include that man?”
“Oh no,” Tam cried, wrapping around me. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t ask. Nyx always tells me to ask first. I can’t believe I didn’t ask you, pet.”
Both of them held me close, murmuring kind words and snuggling me, and I felt so safe.
I’d never been this loved or cared for in my entire life.
They barely knew me, but they were both so concerned that I’d been hurt or hadn’t enjoyed what had happened.
It was so different, which made me want to cry even more.
But I refused to. I tried so hard not to give in to the urge to cry ever.
Elijah used to get so mad. Daddies didn’t like Boys who cried.
It was pathetic. I was pathetic. Never able to do the right thing.
I shook my head, unable to audibly respond.
Both Nyx and Tam kissed me, and I pressed close to them, trying to crawl inside of them.
When I was securely wrapped in their arms and some of their tentacles, I started to relax.
Neither of them rushed me as we cuddled in the snow, right in front of the bathroom.
No hurrying. No anger. Just concern. Concern for me.
“I wanted to. I liked playing with Maurice,” I replied.
“Then what’s wrong?” Nyx asked, smoothing a hand over my back before tucking it under my sweater and against my skin.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked, my eyes on the knit of his sweater.
When neither of them said anything, I had to look. Nyx was frowning with his head cocked, and even Tam looked confused with deeply furrowed eyebrows.
“Why would either of us be mad?” Tam asked, but I wasn’t looking at them. They weren’t who I was worried about. No, my gaze was locked on Daddy.
“Did you have fun, boy?”
“Yes.”
“Then no, I’m not mad. I want you to play. You can have the same rules as Tam. You can fuck anyone you want, but you have to tell me and Tam about it. No secrets. Also, you and your partner must wear protection every time,” Nyx said.
I nodded, flushing. “I only want to fuck other people with one of you present.”
I was odd. I loved playing, but I needed one of my…
one of them with me. I couldn’t consider either of them my partners because this wasn’t a permanent relationship, as much as I was starting to crave one.
However, I didn’t want to fuck a stranger alone.
I needed one or both of them right beside me, so I could let go and still be safe as well as happy.
“You will have no problem about that with me,” Tam said, bouncing and then straightening their headband, which was barely hanging on. “I fuck so many people, and Nyx almost never wants to join me.”
“I won’t want to every time, but sometimes,” I said, nodding, “yeah.”
Tam beamed. “Perfect.”
They squished close to me, and Nyx curled his arms around us both. I sighed; this was heaven.
I shared a glance with Tam over Chase’s shoulder, and they had the same expression that I was sure was on my face.
Why had that incident in the bathroom scared Chase as much as it had?
He’d acted as if he was going to get in trouble, which made no sense.
The only time I or Tam would ever get upset about Chase fucking someone else was if he kept it from us or if someone had hurt him.
Otherwise, he was free to play to his heart’s content.
My fingers buried in Chase’s brown hair, and I drew Tam even closer, practically smothering the human between us, which he didn’t seem to mind if his happy moan was anything to go by.
There was something that frightened Chase, and that was untenable. I didn’t allow anything to bother Tam, and I couldn’t imagine letting something harm Chase, even if it was coming from his own mind. He needed care; he needed us.
Tam dragged one of their many tentacles over mine, then tucked it beneath the hem of my sweater, and I curled one of my own around theirs.
Once again, I was overcome with the feeling of rightness. We, all of us, belonged right here.
I pressed a kiss to Chase’s temple, eyes closing as I breathed in his scent, then tightened my grip on my coupling.