Their Boy (The Game 2)

“Such a lovely little boy…” Lucas drew a finger over my opening and stroked his cock faster. He wasn’t as long as Colt, but he was thick. So thick. I couldn’t wait to suck on that too.

Saliva pooled in my mouth, and the taste of Colt exploded on my taste buds.

“His face,” Colt gritted, out of breath. “Look at those lashes. I can see the tears, boy.” He shoved his cock down my throat, and everything went black. “Perfect little cocksucker.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt two tears roll down my cheeks. “Fuck—now.”

He stayed buried. My face was smashed against his pelvis when I felt heat flooding my throat. Colt groaned loudly. His thighs tremored with how much he tensed up—thighs that were rock solid.

A sob wanted to rip itself from my chest, but it got stuck. Panic rose again, and I counted—one, two, I could do this, three, four—

Colt pulled out, and I gasped for air. Or, we both did.

Stars filled my vision.

“Fucking hell,” Colt wheezed.

Panting and regaining my control, I hurried myself into position in front of Lucas. It was his turn. I felt bolder and braver, not to mention proud and super-happy that I could give Colt what seemed to have been a good orgasm.

“May I suck your cock too, Sir?” I rasped.

Lucas touched my cheek affectionately. “You may, sweet boy.”

Yes!

I wasted no time. I took him deep, glad I was able to take every inch of him, and sucked him for all I was worth. He didn’t go nearly as rough as Colt had, though I loved it just the same. Lucas gave me deep thrusts and let his sounds tell me what I did to him. It was all I wanted. Or, rather, it was all I wanted right now, because I couldn’t lie. I couldn’t say hope hadn’t consumed me to the point where I wondered what it would be like to call these two men Daddy.

It was a farfetched dream so far, but maybe one day…

Lucas didn’t take long either, and after a couple of minutes of my worshiping his thick cock, he jerked irregularly into my mouth and came in three hot bursts.

I was in heaven. Colt had come far down my throat, preventing me from getting much of a taste. Lucas thrust upward with a groan, coating the roof of my mouth with his orgasm. I slid my tongue around him and swallowed his entire release, and I drew pleasure from how he shuddered.* * *I got to pick the movie when we ate pizza and whatever side dishes Colt had ordered. I usually loved action and war movies, but I was in the mood for a comedy this afternoon. Pirates of the Caribbean was a great pick, if I did say so myself.

“I’m so full.” I fell back against the cushions and patted my stomach. “Thank you for dinner.”

Colt was still scarfing down slices.

“Sweetheart, you haven’t touched your vegetables,” Lucas told me. Then he handed me a Styrofoam container with a salad. I scrunched my nose.

“No one orders salad with pizza,” I muttered.

“We do,” Colt said around a mouthful of pizza. “Eat up, baby. We’re not asking.”

Jeesh. I grabbed one of the plastic forks and stabbed a cherry tomato. But I couldn’t deny I was a grinning sap on the inside. They were bossing me around, and I loved it. I loved obeying. I loved rules and being held accountable.

“If you think about it,” I said, “I had a healthy appetizer.”

Colt choked on his pizza, and Lucas let out a loud laugh.

I giggled and stuck some boring salad into my mouth.

After dinner, I got to cuddle with the sexiest men on earth. I had my head in Colt’s lap, my legs draped over Lucas’s thighs. I hadn’t been allowed to put my PJs back on earlier, but Lucas had tucked me in with the softest cotton blanket I owned. It felt wonderful against my skin. So did his hand under the blanket. With his gaze and attention glued to the movie, he played with my cock absently, and it was a lovely mindfuck. A turn-on, a comfy snuggle, a reminder that he took what he wanted. He was a Daddy who just loved to play with his little boy’s cock.

God, I wanted to be theirs. I wanted a chance to call them Daddy. I could already predict how effortlessly I’d go there. It wasn’t a role for them; it was who they were, and even when they wanted to hold off with such titles, everything about them screamed Daddy, in two different ways.

“Stop squirming.” Colt peered down at me with a smirk.

I scowled. “I can’t help it. He’s touching me.”

“You can definitely help it.” His fingers disappeared into my hair and scratched my scalp. I hummed and closed my eyes. “You’re a delightful little cuddle slut, aren’t you?”