Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I flashed a grin at the last part, unable to help it, and brushed a few crumbs off my sweater. He wasn’t the first one whose thoughts mirrored my own, but he was part of a small group, especially for being so young. Even more so now, when we lived in an age where nuance was becoming extinct.
“I guess that’s why I keep inhaling books.” He shrugged slightly. “I keep hoping if I just read more, I’ll either come to grips with all the conflicting feelings, or I’ll find an easier answer.”
I smiled, loving this glimpse into his mind.
“Are you absolutely sure about dropping the class, Gael?” Joshua had noticed the same passion I had, of course.
Gael turned to him and grabbed another cucumber stick. “Yes, Sir.” Then he turned back to me. “I’m kind of hoping for more of this instead. I’m not in school to get a degree. I’m there to learn, and if I happen to know the best history professor in the world, maybe I can convince him to teach me stuff outside the classroom?”
When he buttered me up like that, how could I resist?
“It would be my pleasure.” That wasn’t a lie either. I loved my job, and if someone wanted to talk to me about it, I was happy to oblige.
If that someone happened to a boy like Gael, that was the biggest bonus.
Plus, the way he lit up…
“Thank you so much, Sir! You just made my day.”
I smiled and—
“You know what, chiquito?” Joshua leaned forward and kissed Gael’s cheek, though his gaze locked with mine. “I think you should give the nice professor a thank-you kiss.”
Game on, darling.
I could roll with the punches—though it was ridiculous how swiftly my focus shifted to take, need, want, claim. History discussions? Forgotten. All I saw was a suddenly timid boy who blushed and squirmed against his Daddy.
“But, ohhh, what if he doesn’t want it, Daddy?” he whispered pleadingly.
Oh, I wanted.
I draped an arm along the back of the couch and turned toward them a bit more. “Would Daddy really put you up to something that might result in rejection, little one?”
He glanced at me shyly and shook his head. “Probably not, Sir.”
Probably not, no.
So, come to me, sweet boy.
He didn’t need further prompting; he didn’t need a reminder to be obedient. He left the safety of Joshua’s arms and shifted closer to me, nervousness radiating from him. We’d fix that in a jiffy. He had nothing to be nervous about. Well, not when it came to my desire for him.
I tracked his every movement on the couch, and he didn’t look away from me.
“Closer.” I reached out and touched his cheek.
It was warm and soft under my touch, and I wanted much more.
A beat later, he was on all fours right next to me, and I watched him lean in to kiss me. I smiled faintly the very second before his lips brushed against mine, and that was the moment I took over. I kissed him slowly and repositioned us so my legs were stretched out along the couch and he was straddling me. The final shift of his leg over my lap earned me a cute little “oh” before he timidly slipped his hands around my neck.
I nipped at his bottom lip. “Are you going to tell me the real reason you decided to drop my class?”
He sucked in a quick breath. “Um, because my Daddy really likes you, and I don’t want you to have to wait if you wanna be together.”
It fit his profile to exclude himself from that equation; I just didn’t like it.
“I see.” I cupped his cheek and inched away, brushing my thumb over his lips. “Selflessness is always a lovely trait, but I think your Daddy wants you to consider yourselves a package deal.”
“He does.” Joshua came up behind Gael and kissed his neck.
The boy shuddered violently. “It’s not completely selfless,” he protested weakly. “I want this very much, Sir.”
Now we’re talking.
“Want what, exactly?” I kissed him teasingly and grabbed his jaw so he couldn’t take more than I offered.
He whimpered as Joshua unbuttoned the boy’s pants and slipped a hand down to his cock. “The three of us playing, Sir. You. I-I want you.”
I took a deep breath and let the satisfaction course through me. “That’s what I wanted to hear, pet.” I kissed him again, deeper and harder his time, and I released my hold on him, wanting to find out, to feel, how badly he wanted this.
He didn’t disappoint. He plastered himself to me and threw himself into the kiss, and I tasted cucumber and grape juice on his tongue. Perfect for a sweet Little I couldn’t wait to overwhelm.
Fuck, he felt good on my lap. I gripped his hips, pulling him closer, over my cock, then reached back and squeezed his perfect little ass. His jeans had to go. I wanted to get my hands on him good and proper.