Communion (On My Knees Duet 3)

He looks down then rearranges his cock. Fuck, I want him.

"Hurry," I say. Then I brush past him, knocking his shoulder with mine, smirking as I walk into the living room, where I find Miller standing, holding Eden, patting her back with his big hand.

That's a good dad one day. I can't help the thought as I grin at him.

"Hey there,” I say. “I was going to take this baby off your hands, but she looks pretty happy."

He smiles, looking proud and maybe just a little bit self-conscious. I think he's mostly proud, though. Miller and Eden were in the parlor with us most of the time we talked to Ollie. He held her so we could talk.

"I think she likes you," I say.

He smiles. "Maybe."

"I'll put her to sleep. Sky—Luke—was gonna show you the Nintendo Switch. Not sure if you're into gaming."

"Sort of depends on the game."

"He has them all, and also a few other gaming systems."

"Rich kids." He grins.

"What's that I hear being said about me?"

Miller's cheeks pink up as Sky comes up behind me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Rich kids? You know your way around a Switch or a PlayStation, kid?"

"Could probably whip an old guy on either one of them."

Sky laughs, and it's adorable to see the offense on his face. "Let's find out, shall we?"

"We shallest."

"Someone's a smartass,” Sky says.

"Preachers can't say bad words."

That's the last thing I hear as I move toward our bedroom. Little Miss is down in less than fifteen minutes, looking cuter than a cupcake with her little arms raised up above her head as she lies in the little sleeping box thing.

I hop in the shower, figuring I'll get prepared for Sky babe. As I wrap the towel around my waist afterward, Eden wakes up. I grab a pre-made bottle from the mini-fridge and get her back to sleep.

The next thing I know, something's pushing into my hole.

32

Luke

With a whimper and a bang…

Perverse riffs on T.S. Eliot are what’s rolling through my head as V’s eyelashes flutter and he groans at the sensation of my fingers pushing into his lube-slicked hole.

I pump in and draw out…then pump in again, filling him so good his dick springs straight up in his boxer-briefs and he raises his knees, trying to push up against me.

“That’s right. What a dirty boy,” I whisper. “Right beside the baby…”

We got this baby monitor thing that straps to Eden’s foot—tells us if she’s breathing okay and what her heart rate is. I’ve been watching for a little while, and it seems steady. I think she’s in deep sleep, which means our whispering won’t wake her.

I push right against Rayne’s prostate, and he gives a low moan. Then I pull my fingers out and help him up, wrapping an arm around him as I lead him toward the closet door.

“I’ve got something for you in here.”

Vance hangs onto the door frame, looking hilarious with his boner and his sleepy face and puzzled frown.

“Is that a fucking futon?” he asks, still hoarse from sleep. “It’s…a fuckton?”

That gives me a good laugh. “It’s our very own fuckton.”

I’ve got the hunter green futon mattress on the floor, covered with sheets and blankets. “Our love nest,” I say, smirking. But I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I realize I’m not—smirking. I’m grinning like a fool.

I think of shoving Rayne between his pecs so he’ll fall down, and I can climb on top of him and suck and bite him everywhere I want to. But he looks so sleepy. And he’s such a horny boy, holding his dick like he is.

I lead him over to the futon nicely. When he sinks down so he's sitting on the edge of it with his legs outstretched, now tugging on his dick, dragging his palm over his swollen cockhead, I straddle his hips and reach down, catching his cock in my hands and then finding my own, pressing us together as my other hand delves down to fondle V's balls.

I roll them then squeeze, and he makes a strangled sound. "Oh fuck...Luke."

God, I love it when he says my name that way. All whimper and need.

First the whimper, then the bang. I nibble at his lip and my thumb feels a pearl of pre-cum beading at his cock’s slit. I smooth the moisture down his shaft, then down mine. The feel of our two thick cocks pressed together makes my legs feel weak with desire.

I ease V back down on the mattress, giving myself more room to move. Then I press my hips against his, stroking our cocks together as I lean up to nibble at his little, taut, attentive nipple—and he's writhing. Vance is panting under me, lifting his backside off the floor and squeezing at mine.

"God, Sky. I want you to fuck me right now."