Chapter 9
Ethan couldn't deny that life was better than ever with his two Daddies at his side. Both men were working hard and proving that they cared.
Jacob made it clear how much he loved Ethan every single day. And though Ash hadn't yet said the words, his actions had Ethan believing that he loved him too. It was only a matter of time before they shared them.
Ethan lounged on his couch, bored out of his mind and horny beyond reason. Despite having multiple partners, he was more sexually frustrated than ever. They tended to all of his needs except those.
Jacob had originally said he was waiting for Ethan to either accept Ash or not. After that happened, he didn't want to cross a line that might damage Ethan's budding relationship with Ash.
And Ash, bless him, was being patient and kind in all things. He didn't seem to have the same gnawing hunger that Ethan did.
Ethan was a young man with a strong libido. He had two Daddies, neither of whom were in any hurry to take him to bed. What a hot mess that was.
He wasn't going to find anyone else, of course. That wasn't an option for him. It was his Daddies or no one.
Still, he felt cheated in a sense. He wanted, needed, craved these men.
His body came to life at the vision his mind created.
He could picture it — the three of them in a room together, bare and vulnerable, eager to please.
He'd be between them, in a Daddy sandwich, and they would take care of him.
They would love on him and spoil him. He'd feel one Daddy from behind and the other at his mouth.
They'd take turns with him, proving that he could take it.
The praise and encouragement would have him on the edge over and over again.
They would cover him in their release, hold him through the afterglow.
He'd beg for it.
Plead for it.
Real-life Ethan groaned. He shoved his sweats down, his hand moving around his hard cock. He stroked his length and licked his lips, his eyes still closed tight.
“Daddy,” he panted. Then he whimpered and said, “Papa.”
He was so lost in chasing his pleasure that he didn't hear the key in the door. Didn't hear the lock click open or the two men shuffle inside with the food they'd gone out to get. He was too deep, too frustrated, and he probably wouldn't have cared anyway. Not really.
He didn't have a choice in the matter, because at the sound of a throat clearing, his eyes popped open.
Seeing his Daddies before him, Ethan came with a rush. He choked out a gasp as his cock pulsed. His release coated his hand and trailed down.
Jacob was the first to move. He set the bags down and moved over to Ethan, dropping down and licking his hand clean. When Ethan's eyes moved to Ash, the other man was stock-still, like he was afraid to move and ruin the moment.
“Papa,” Ethan called out, raising his free hand that Jacob wasn't tending to.
Ash dropped his bags as well and came over, shucking his coat and tugging his shirt over his head.
Ethan groaned at the expanse of bare skin revealed.
He'd always known Ash was built, just like Jacob was, but seeing it was something else entirely.
His hand moved over his Daddy's taut abdomen and muscular chest.
Ash kneeled slowly, his gaze never leaving Ethan's. Since Jacob was focused on Ethan's hand, Ash went straight to the source. He trailed his tongue up Ethan's cock until he reached the crown, where he sucked eagerly.
Ethan jolted, his body still sensitive, but there was no denying the pleasure. No missing how much his men enjoyed what they were doing.
Jacob licked the last of his release from Ethan's hand, and then he was at Ethan's mouth. The kiss they shared was filthy. Ethan could taste himself on Jacob's tongue. It was glorious, especially with the way Ash was lapping at his length.
When Jacob pulled away from the kiss, his hands moved to Ash's hair. He stroked it gently, a gesture Ethan homed in on. It was an intimate sight, and it made his cock jerk against Ash's mouth. Ash looked up, pulling away to lick his lips.
Jacob, having run his hand back down Ash's head, gripped his hair and pulled him forward. Ash went easily, almost as if in a trance. Ethan leaned forward to meet him, his hands moving to Ash's chest as their lips connected for the very first time.
His taste was different from Jacob's. Ethan couldn't describe it in words, but there was a very clear difference between the two men, one he knew he'd recognize even without seeing them.
Ash, who had been so reserved until that moment, became the dominant he truly was. He took Ethan's mouth and made it his, claiming him, laying everything bare, drawing them together.
Jacob hummed, pleased to witness the connection. His mouth moved to Ethan's neck, where he peppered kisses along the skin.
Ethan had never felt more adored, more cared for, more aroused. He pulled back with a gasp when Jacob bit his neck. Ash licked his lips, his eyes molten. His hand dropped to press against his own cock, and he closed his eyes.
When he did, Ethan looked to Jacob. “I don't want to wait anymore, Daddy. Please,” he whispered.
Jacob hummed and kissed Ethan hard. “Then you need to get up, because I'm not taking you for the first time in this living room.”
Ash's eyes popped open. “You two haven't—”
Ethan stuck his bottom lip out. “Daddy said we couldn't because he wanted to wait until you were involved.” He paused for effect. “And honestly, I feel neglected. I've had no dick except my own.”
Jacob chuckled and tugged Ethan upright.
Ash slowly said, “Baby, you slept on my chest just yesterday morning. You’re not neglected.”
“Well, my ass is neglected,” Ethan said with a distinctly bratty tone. “And I like to be full. How do I have access to two cocks and neither one of them wants to be inside me?”
He knew his words would have an effect. He just didn't anticipate that the effect would involve growling and being immediately lifted into someone's arms. He squealed — part surprise, part delight — as he was carted off down the hall to his bedroom.
Once inside, the space became a whirlwind. Clothes went flying and mouths found body parts. Shoulders, necks, mouth to mouth, tongues trailing, fingers rubbing, pinching, squeezing.
Ethan was in heaven. Pure bliss. He closed his eyes and let his men have him however they wanted. He'd made himself clear that he wanted to be full, and he really didn't care who went first.
When he felt bare skin against his on both sides, he opened his eyes to find his Daddies on either side of him. A bottle of lube was in Ash's hand and Jacob was holding his fingers out expectantly. Ethan watched as Ash coated Jacob's fingers, and then they disappeared behind him, probing gently.
“Oh, fuck,” Ethan murmured as his head fell forward.
“That's it, baby,” Ash encouraged. “Let him inside. Let us take care of you.”
Ethan trembled. The force of his need was beyond anything he thought possible. These men were driving him wild. It was too much and not enough at the exact same time.
When Jacob finally had him open, Ethan was panting. His jaw hung open and his eyes were wild.
“Kiss him,” Jacob demanded. “Kiss him, Ash. Show him how much we want him.”
His mouth was taken in a kiss somehow more powerful than the one before, more erotic and desperate and tender all at once. It felt as if Ash were savoring every second, drinking him in.
Jacob's fingers worked Ethan open, probing and stretching, grazing his prostate every now and then, bringing Ethan right to the edge and back. Jacob's other hand stroked Ethan's cock, and it was delectable.
Ash's free hand roamed Ethan's chest as if wanting to memorize every inch of his skin.
Ethan was holding on tightly to both of his Daddies, but part of him couldn't resist a little fun. He pulled away from Ash's kiss, and though the other man chased after him, he paused at the look in Ethan's eye.
Ethan reached for one of Ash's hands and guided it toward Jacob. “Daddy needs something too,” he said, his voice thick with the heat between them.
Ash looked at Jacob hesitantly. Jacob opened his mouth in answer, and Ethan knew what he wanted.
He'd seen that look before. Taking Ash's hand, he folded three fingers down and eased two into Jacob's mouth.
His Daddy closed his lips around Ash's fingers and sucked at them the way he would suck Ethan's cock.
It was fascinating to watch. Jacob's pleasure, his continued focus on preparing Ethan, and Ash's utter undoing all at once.
Ash was wrecked. When he'd agreed to be part of this, he’d probably imagined simply sharing Ethan.
He couldn't have known that Jacob would open up to him too, that the three of them would be connected in every possible way.
Ethan didn't need to be the center of attention. He liked it, sometimes. He just always wanted to make sure his Daddies were taken care of as well.
When Ethan clenched around his Daddy’s fingers, Jacob pulled free — both from Ash's hand and from inside Ethan. “You're ready,” he said.
Ethan hummed, heavy and loose. He wasn't in his Little mind, but the euphoria he felt had taken every ounce of higher function from him.
He heard the sound of a condom wrapper, and then hands were on his hips.
When he looked up to orient himself, he found Ash in front of him… which meant Jacob was behind.
“Daddy's going to take care of this tight little hole now,” Jacob said, his voice low and sure. “I'm going to take you good, and you're going to suck on your Papa's cock until he comes down your throat. Are we clear?”
He squeezed Ethan's hips, waiting for acknowledgment. Ethan nodded and bent forward so his mouth would line up with Ash's cock.
Ash groaned. Jacob pushed inside slowly, inch by inch, and Ethan groaned too, his mouth dropping open just enough to give Ash the entry he needed.
Placed between the two men, Ethan marveled at how the fantasy he'd been playing out in his mind had become real.
Everything he'd been imagining was happening.
It was unimaginable.
It was astounding.
“That's it,” Ash said, pressing further into Ethan's mouth. “You feel so good.”
Jacob chuckled low. “Oh, he does. That mouth is something else.” He pressed the rest of the way in, filling Ethan completely. “And this — this is heaven. This is where I want to live. I can't wait to watch you sink inside him, Ash. You're going to be even more gone for him than you already are.”
Ash laughed, but it cut off into a groan as Ethan swirled his tongue and then sucked firmly at the other man. His Daddy and Papa were talking far too much. They needed to get on with it. His cock was hard and he wanted to come again. If he was going to fall apart, he wanted to fall completely.
Understanding what he needed, they focused on him, on his pleasure, and on their own. Time dissolved as their bodies moved in a rhythm that felt almost instinctive, like they'd always known how to be this way together.
Ethan basked in it all, happy and thrilled and more than ready to have this every day for the rest of his life. He was keeping his Daddy and his Papa. It might seem greedy to some, but he didn't care.
This was his place, his love, his life. He was going to live it however he wanted.
After they were all spent, Ethan laid between his two men, sweat coating his skin as he forced his breaths to even out. With his focus elsewhere, he didn’t immediately notice the attention being paid to his body.
“This scar,” Ash stated. “This is part of why you needed the insurance.”
Jacob leaned closer. He kissed along the faded lines. The scar had grown with Ethan. It had always been a part of him. Seeing his Doms react to it brought the aftermath of his heart condition into more focus.
“It is. My annual checkups would be impossible to cover without it.”
Ethan paused. He didn’t talk about his anxiety to most people. Koa and Manny knew, of course. Dill too since they hated being left out. But never anyone else.
“I also need the insurance for my anxiety. My psychiatrist is expensive, and so are the meds I’ve been prescribed.”
There. He’d said it. Now the ball was in their court.
Rather than shy away, two sets of arms wrapped around Ethan. His Daddy and Papa kissed along his face, peppering his checks, temple, and chin until he was a giggling mess.
“Thank you for sharing, sweetheart. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to do so with us. It doesn’t change how we feel though, right Ash?” Jacob looked over Ethan to confirm.
Ash stroked a finger over Ethan’s scar again as he smiled and said, “You’re right. He’s ours, and we want him just as he is.”
Ethan sighed. He was one lucky Little.