“Oh fuck,” he exhaled. “Oh my God—just like that, baby.”
I hummed and sucked him harder, using my tongue along every inch I could reach.
He bunched up Daddy’s shirt and kneaded one of my butt cheeks. “Fuck, I think I can hear them outside.”
Well, I wasn’t stopping. They would have to get used to it. Cameron and I fucked a lot.
Cameron’s breaths came out shallow and rapid, and it fueled me. It wasn’t gonna be long.
Then I heard Daddy and Lucian too. They’d reached the porch outside.
“Nnngh.” Cameron swallowed a moan and threaded his fingers into my hair. At the same time, he teased his fingers around my asshole.
Seconds later, Lucian opened the door and entered.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t help it,” Cameron groaned. “Fuck, fuck—I need to come.”
“Enjoy it while you can, darling. No need to apologize.” Lucian’s tone held plenty of mirth, a relief. Nobody liked a disappointed Master. “He is an adorable little one, isn’t he?”
I was so adorable!
But what Master or Daddy could resist a boy with a mouth full of cock and a cute butt in the air?
Cameron stopped holding back his moans as he got closer and closer. He rolled his hips and fucked my mouth, and when I squeezed his balls gently in my hand, his breath hitched like it often did right before he came.
He tensed up. He kneaded my butt cheek hard and dug his fingers in. Then he started coming, and I swallowed over and over.
That should do the trick!
“I could get used to this,” I heard Lucian murmur.
Daddy let out a chuckle. “I was just thinking the same.”
Cameron collapsed against the back cushion and panted, his entire torso contracting and unclenching its muscles. Until the serenity took over a few seconds later and he just became listless and happy.
I wiped my mouth and kissed his cheek.
“Thanks, baby,” he murmured lazily. “Just what I needed.” It looked as if he barely had the strength to tuck himself back into his sweats.
I sat back with a grin, but I quickly changed my mind when I saw Daddy struggling to get out of his wheelchair and into one of the cushy leather chairs. I jumped off the couch and hurried over to help him the last bit.
He grabbed on to my hand, visibly exhausted, then fell into the chair with a satisfied grunt. And the best part, he brought me with him. “Hi, my baby boy.”
“Hi.” I repositioned myself so I could sit sideways on his lap and see him properly. “Can Cameron and I sleep over?”
“Oh, we insist, little one.” Lucian patted my head on his way to the kitchen nook. “Is anyone hungry? I could go for a sandwich.”
I was actually famished. “Yes, please!”
“Let me help you, Sir!” Cameron darted from the couch to assist. “In fact, you sit down. I’ll prepare a quick meal for us.”
I smiled at the two.
Lucian cupped Cameron’s face and kissed him on the forehead. “With that kind of service, you’re going to lure out my desire for high protocol and TPE in no time.”
Cameron loved high protocol, though.
“Promise?” He smiled impishly.
I glanced back at Daddy to find him watching me.
“Do I have something on my face?” I asked.
“Yes. Two eyeballs, one little snout, a kissable mouth, and a hundred adorable freckles.”
“A snout,” I laughed. “Because I’m a baby wolf?”
“My monster puppy.” He pulled me to him and kissed my temple. “Do you have ears and tails at home?”
I shook my head. “No, Sir.”
“I’ll get you some. So you can run around and howl at everyone.”
I laughed and covered my mouth with my hands. That was a funny image. I’d played with plugs and stuff before, but I’d actually never bought that many toys myself. Cameron and I lived on a pretty tight budget.
“It’s going to be difficult to drop you off at home tomorrow,” he murmured. “Now that you’ve knocked sense into me, I don’t know how to let you go.”
“We’ll have to see each other all the time.” I needed that too. “And lots of texting and sexting.”
He smiled crookedly and booped my nose. “I still work in the city. Count on many, many lunch dates.”
I perked up at that and suddenly had some questions I wanted answers to. “Do you drive?”
“I do.” He inclined his head. “I had to retake my driver’s license test after the accident at one of those adaptive schools, and I’ve replaced my old car with one suited for disability upgrades.”
Huh. That was cool. “I’ve googled some stuff over the years when I got curious about how things worked for people with paralysis. There’s a lot of wicked technology. Like hand-controlled vehicles and stuff like that.”
“That’s what I have,” he said. “I’m one of the lucky ones since I can get in and out of my car without the wheelchair, but I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without those technological advancements we’ve made the past twenty years.”