Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Huh?
Blinking, I realized that Joel had settled himself comfortably on the floor, looking like an eager pup and was waiting to get his mouth on his prize.
Tate’s dick.
Wondering how my life had gotten so crazy so quickly, I started walking closer before I’d realized my feet were moving. “I…company?”
I was so articulate.
Tate pretended like he hadn’t noticed, though. “Yes, we’re going to relax.”
Relax?
Sitting down beside him on the couch wasn’t as awkward as I’d expected, even when he put his arm over my shoulder and slouched back on the couch. “Yes, you’re going to keep me company while Joel keeps my dick nice and warm.”
My brain was either slower than Joel’s or he’d just read more BDSM stuff online than I had because it took him less than a second for his eyes to go wide. “I’m going to be your cockwarmer?”
I’d caught up to what was going to happen right as he sighed out the question, but I didn’t have to look smart since it wasn’t my scene. All I had to do was to look quiet and not shocked, and I was pretty sure I managed to do that since neither of them gave me a weird look when Tate nodded. “You are. But do you remember what I said?”
Joel’s head bobbed but his eyes stayed glued to Tate’s dick. “Yes, I’m not supposed to suffer without telling you and I’m going to relax and I even remember our safewords.”
That seemed to be the highlights, so I wasn’t surprised when Tate reached out and wrapped a hand around Joel’s head. “Good boy. That’s right.”
Nearly melting again, Joel whimpered as he leaned in and let Tate position him with his head high on Tate’s thigh. “I’ll be a good cockwarmer, Sir.”
Tate made a low, approving sound as he fed his dick into Joel’s mouth like he’d been doing it for years. “You’ll be a good cockwarmer as long as you try to relax and focus on holding my dick in your pretty cocksucking lips.”
That got a soft whimper from Joel as he closed his eyes, and even without words, I knew he thought it was wonderfully romantic. Tate wasn’t focused on that, though. His brain was still thinking about the practical side, which was probably a good idea. “You’re going to hold me until I decide to fuck your mouth. But don’t worry, I’m not going to test that gag reflex this time.”
He’d do that next time?
My brain was wonderfully helpful and for some reason could easily fill in an image of Joel gagging helplessly around Tate’s erection but that was probably because I had such a clear image of what it would look like right in front of me.
And the way Joel’s eyes filled with eagerness hadn’t hurt.
Tate didn’t miss it either.
I could see his dick jerk between Joel’s lips as he moaned softly. But instead of fucking Joel’s mouth, he let out a breath and gently petted our sub’s head. “You’re going to love that, but don’t worry, I won’t forget.”
He wasn’t going to let the idea tempt him at the moment, though.
Tate simply continued to run his hand over Joel’s head and make soft, soothing sounds. “That’s right. You’re just holding my dick and being a good cockwarmer. Close your eyes and simply relax. I want you to find the right position so you can hold it for as long as you need and then I want you to think about yourself as a piece of furniture that’s being used.”
Fuck.
I couldn’t help the way my dick got harder and tented the front of my shorts. It was obvious that I’d followed Tate’s order and wasn’t wearing anything under them. Part of me hoped he’d ignore it, but Tate never let me take the easy way out.
A bigger part was glad when his arm came from around my shoulders and stretched out over my lap so he could play with my erection. “I see you approve.”
He was such a dick sometimes.
But I’d point that out later when he wasn’t rubbing my dick through the soft material of my shorts.
“Do you like the idea of him being furniture or is it the whole thing that you’re enjoying?” His casual tone might’ve been what made it easier to ignore how awkward the situation should’ve been, but that didn’t mean it was easy to respond to him.
“Both definitely but…but Joel’s clearly got a kink for being used and I think he’d like that.” His quiet moan and the way he closed his eyes said I wasn’t wrong. “And…and it seems like a very active way of making him still, if that makes any sense.”
Joel wiggled.
He was never still and even his brain seemed to always be twitching, but he wasn’t struggling with being Tate’s cockwarmer nearly as much as I’d thought he’d be.