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I emphatically shook my head. “No, sir. I can’t wait anymore. Please.”
When the elevator doors opened, I practically dragged him out behind me. I no longer cared that I was hard enough to punch right through my pants. I hadtwogorgeous men at my disposal, and I was going to take advantage of every second. As we broke through the back entrance and I yanked open the awaiting car door, Barrett crowded in close to my back and whispered gruffly in my ear. “Good thing your Daddy knocked out of that game early.”
I stifled a groan and the moment the car door was shut, I dove into Barrett’s lap.
17
BARRETT
Rile him up on the way here. Make sure he’s ready to combust by the time you get through this door. And power down your phones.
Already done.
I turnedmy phone off and slid it into my pocket, instructing Stetson to do the same. Levi hardly made it through half that game. We’d been planning this for weeks, and I knew it was hard for Levi to leave us that morning.
Stetson was feral. His hands roamed my body, seeming to be everywhere all at once. He no longer cared for modesty, hauling me through the lobby of the hotel and into the elevator. The doors opened on the top floor and we tumbled out, mauling each other like wild animals. “Fucking finally,” Stetson muttered. He ripped my shirt open, sending buttons scattering across the floor. I found Levi’s gaze over the boy’s shoulder, managing to bring him back to earth long enough to register his Daddy’s presence.
“Hey baby boy,” Levi whispered, ducking down to lick a stripe up the back of Stetson’s neck.
Stetson sighed. “Hi, Daddy.” He broke away from my mouth, keeping one arm tight around my waist while the other linked around Levi’s neck to bring their lips together. Stetson sucked on Levi’s tongue eagerly, hungrily. My mouth watered. Levi’s hands squeezed his hips, drawing a precious little noise right out of him.
Moaning drowned them out, and it took me a moment to realize that the sound came from me. Stetson leaned back on Levi’s shoulder. Snatching the opportunity, I nibbled a path up Stetson’s neck and to his ear. I tugged his soft lobe between my teeth, and Stetson’s mouth separated from Levi’s with a hum of pleasure. “Please Daddy,” he begged, sending a surge of blood directly tomycock. “Please tell me I get to come tonight.”
Levi and I smiled at each other, and I worked at the buttons on Stetson’s shirt. “Oh, you will,” I said as Levi reached around to undo Stetson’s belt. He finished the thought for me.
“But first, we have to get these clothes off.”
With Stetson’s belt hanging open, Levi undid the clasp of his pants and popped the button with one well-practiced move. He was so hard the zipper practically fell down on its own, and I shoved my hand beneath the fabric to help. While I cupped Stetson’s cock, Levi worked his pants down his hips. He rutted into my palm, chasing his release.
“Shit, Stetson,” I panted. My own impatient dick throbbed, demanding attention.
The last button unfastened, and Levi helped me slide Stetson’s shirt off. The boy stood between us in nothing but tiny boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. “Stay right there,” Levi commanded, coming to a stop next to me. Together, we admired the sight of what wasours.
The boy’s hands trembled by his sides in an effort to stay still. His face was flushed, cheeks red and glowing. His chest heaved with each breath, and his straining erection tested the integrity of the skimpy fabric. A wet spot darkened the cotton, evidence of how desperate he was.
I slipped his hands beneath Levi’s t-shirt, and Stetson clenched his hands into fists. With a pleased smile, Levi reached out for his boy. He came without hesitation. “Are you ready for your instructions?”
“Mmhmm.” Stetson nodded emphatically. I tossed Levi’s shirt aside, arresting Stetson’s attention.
“You want to come tonight, right?” Another nod. “That last orgasm you had, it felt good, didn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Was it worth losing your orgasms for a month?”
The only response Levi got was a whimper. Stetson’s battle with his inner brat was visible. He wanted to say yes. When Levi’s hand moved, I grinned. He reached between the two of them, giving the boy’s erection a firm squeeze. “Was it, Stetson?”
Eyes watering, Stetson finally nodded. I watched, mesmerized as Levi leaned in, ghosting his lips across Stetson’s. Judging by the way his mouth fell open on a silent cry, Levi had added more pressure. “Don’t worry baby boy. You have permission to come tonight.”
But as Levi let go and stepped around him, Stetson groaned. “Why do I feel like that’s too good to be true?”
“Because it is,” I said, joining Levi by the side of the bed.
“Come stand over here,” he commanded. He obeyed, and only then did his eyes travel to the objects spread out on the mattress. We had the expected toys and lube, but there were a few things that—based on his reaction—were new to him. “Color.”
Stetson’s gaze slid over the items, then he looked at his Daddy, eyes blazing. “Green.”
Levi smirked, crooking his finger to beckon his boy closer. Stetson gravitated like he was being pulled by a string, entranced by one of the items on the bed. I followed his line of sight, landing on the one thing that may have been our personal favorite. Levi hooked a finger behind the waistband of the electric blue lace panties. As he picked them up, Stetson’s breaths quickened. He licked his lips, rolling the bottom one between his teeth.
