We Have Till Monday

“I saw some cool stuffed animals at the festival.” I threw that out there.

Camden’s blue eyes flashed with excitement before he narrowed them. “But I can’t go.”

“You can.” I figured it was a good time to bring up my idea. “What if you dressed up? You could go as Darth Vader or Deadpool and be our super-secret agent. I saw several head masks on your shelves.”

He chewed on the inside of his cheek and looked skeptical. “Darth and Deadpool aren’t agents, Sir. Don’t you know anything about comics and sci-fi?”

Well, forgive me, then.

“Unlike some little punks, I actually saw Return of the Jedi in the theater as a kid.”

He found that hilarious. “Because you’re old like Daddy. He said he saw the first movie in 1977 with his sisters and mom.”

We didn’t need to discuss us being old. Compared to Camden, we were practically ancient.

“Hey, back to the topic,” I said pointedly. “What do you say? Wouldn’t it be fun to go in costume?” Preferably one that didn’t become too hot in the sun.

“Maybe,” he conceded, chewing on his lip. “I’ll ask Daddy.”

I doubted he’d say no.

Speaking of, though…

I twisted my upper body to reach my phone on the side table. Damn, time flew when you were having fun. “Topolino, you might wanna get a move on and clean your room. I think Daddy will be back soon.”

The table over on the patio was still full of his arts and crafts too.

“That’s so boring!” Camden whined.

I was undeterred, for once. August had given him chores to complete, so that took precedence.

“Sometimes we have to do boring things before we can have fun,” I replied. “You don’t wanna disobey Daddy, do you?”

“But, ohhhhh!”

I withheld my grin and smacked his butt lightly. “Come on, ragazzo. The sooner you finish, the faster we can play.”

He wasn’t amused one bit, and he huffed and complained as he got up from the sunbed and stuck his legs into a new pair of pajama bottoms.

He glared down at me. “So you’re just gonna lie there while I break my back and do my chores?”

Now I had to smile. I even stretched out and made it perfectly clear how comfortable I was. “I’m on vacation.”

The only immediate plan I had was to fetch my smokes and retract the umbrella. I didn’t turn into a lobster in the sun like Camden evidently did, and I wouldn’t mind returning to New York with some color.

“Are you gonna wake him, Daddy? He’s napping.”

“Shh, baby. Keep your voice down.”

No need to wake me up. I’d only been dozing.

I stretched out and yawned, and I pulled up my leg a little. Camden had been so sweet earlier, offering me a pillow and blanket from his room. I must’ve kicked off the blanket at some point, but the pillow felt nice. And the sun was working wonders on my back.

“I like his butt,” I heard Camden whisper.

I smiled sleepily against the pillow.

“It’s perfect, innit?” August murmured. “You wanna play with him, don’t you?”

“So much,” Camden responded shakily. “Do we have to ask him?”

Fuck me.

Desire ripped its way through me at the prospect of Camden letting go of all his inhibitions and using me like the little animal I’d seen glimpses of.

“No, he knows the rules,” August responded quietly. “You’ll have to be prepared for revenge when you’re done, though.”

“I’m super-duper ready,” Camden promised. “I hope he rapefucks me. If he even notices me when I take him.”

They were gonna be the death of me. There wasn’t a chance in hell that August believed I was actually asleep, but I wasn’t sure about Camden.

“I don’t wanna wait,” he complained. “Look at me, Daddy—it won’t go down.”

“I can see that, darlin’. Grab the lube. Just—be careful if you don’t want him to wake up.”

Don’t be too careful.

“I will, I swear.”

I braced myself mentally when I heard the telltale sound of a bottle opening. Maybe Camden liked being called little about everything and every part of him, but his cock wasn’t actually small. It was just…proportionate with the rest of him. Though, after having August’s cock pounding in and out of me, I didn’t think I’d be in any pain.

“I think I wanna be a puppy for this, Daddy.”

“All right. You know where your ears are.”

“I’ll be right back!”

“Don’t run so close to the pool, Camden,” August warned. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

He received an “Oops, sorry” in return that made August sigh and slump down next to me on the sunbed.

“He’s not very subtle.”

I chuckled drowsily and pushed my erection against the mattress. “Still made me hard as a rock.”

He hummed and shifted lower so he could kiss one of my ass cheeks. “I reckon I have thirty seconds before he’s back. Let’s see if I can make you harder.”

I had no doubt— “Mannaggia,” I groaned. Holy fuck, his tongue. With a firm grip on my cheeks, he buried his face in my ass and fucked me with his tongue.