“Not a word, boy,” he commanded. “We’re going to let Camden think he’ll fuck you while you’re asleep.”
“Understood,” I moaned into the pillow. “Anything I should know about the puppy thing?”
I remembered August calling it Camden’s version of puppy play.
“It’s just role-play to him.” August dropped a wet, openmouthed kiss over my opening and slowly slipped his tongue inside. Jesus fucking Christ. It was impossible not to move with him. “He loves to mix animal behavior with objectification.”
I was ready to say I was into that too, and I hadn’t even tried it yet.
They made me feel twenty years younger. Everything they did turned me on.
When Camden returned, August moved away and said he was only making sure I was still asleep.
“He’s all yours, little puppy.”
Camden growled softly and straddled my thighs. “I love that he doesn’t know. I’m just a bad puppy who can’t control himself.”
I did my best to suppress the shiver that ran down my spine.
He kneaded my ass cheeks slowly, firmly, and spread them apart. Then he shifted closer and bumped the head of his cock against me. His breathing hitched, and I became hyperaware of his every move. He wasn’t guiding his cock using his hand; he pushed and pushed until he hit the right spot and started entering me.
“Oh,” he breathed.
I gnashed my teeth to prevent a groan as he sank all the way in. Fuck, the boy felt good in me. No pain whatsoever, just sheer fucking pleasure. Knowing that he couldn’t see my face, I opened my eyes a little and saw August next to me. He must’ve showered too. He’d opened the towel around his hips and was watching us while he stroked his cock.
“I’m gonna fuck him lots and lots,” Camden whimpered. He didn’t wait or take things slowly at first; it was as if he couldn’t. Instead, he withdrew his cock and set a fast pace, chasing his own pleasure and following his instincts. “The puppy’s so hard, Daddy.”
“The puppy’s gettin’ a little too assertive.” August shifted onto his knees, and I couldn’t see his face or his hands, but I assumed he was doing something to Camden. “You know you’re about to get it too, right? As soon as you’ve filled his ass with puppy come, Daddy’s gonna choke you out on his cock.”
I swallowed dryly. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to move, to participate, to take, to lose all my boundaries and the invisible chains restraining me.
“Oww, not three fingers!” Camden groaned.
“I’ll fuck you with however many fingers I damn well please, boy. You’ve forgotten your place.”
I went rigid as Camden gasped and bucked into me harder, uncontrollably, as if he were torn between wanting to screw me faster and getting away from August’s rough touches.
Through whimpers, moans, and cute snarls, Camden took what he wanted from me until he began shaking and couldn’t breathe properly. He gritted out that he was coming, that he was going to pump all his puppy come into me, and it took all my strength not to make a sound. I hadn’t felt the urge to hump the goddamn mattress since I grew hair around my cock, but this boy might do me in.
“Ohhh…” He sucked in a shaky breath and collapsed on top of me, but he wasn’t really done. He kept trying to rock his cock deeper into my ass as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He was fucking obscene, and I wanted nothing more than to force my cock inside his tight little ass until he screamed for mercy.
“You’re gonna wake him up, puppy,” August said huskily.
“S’okay,” Camden mumbled breathlessly. “The puppy wants to snuggle with him.”
Snuggle? The puppy could dream.
“I didn’t know the puppy liked to suck his thumb,” August noted.
“Maybe I’m not a puppy anymore!”
“Hey. Attitude. You need to watch it.”
Camden whimpered pitifully and rolled off my body. Then he tried to cuddle his way under my arm, and I let him. I let him come closer and closer. He really thought this was it? I watched him discreetly; he was wearing a pair of soft-looking Husky ears that he tore off to get more comfortable. And he did suck his thumb.
“Let’s nap, Daddy,” he said sweetly. “Come to me, please?”
A plan formed in my head. I wasn’t going to say a word in the beginning. I wanted to see how he’d react.
“In a moment, my brat.” August’s hands slid between my thighs and under my—oh, fuck. He was coating my cock in lube. No, not lube. It was the oil. “You can turn around for me, Camden. We’re going to have a conversation about your manners.”
Did they have to do that right now?
Camden moved reluctantly and rolled over, pressing his back to my side instead, and August got comfortable next to him. It was a tight fit with all three of us, but tight was good.