Page 51 of Father Figure

Nicky handed the shell to me, his eyes still glued between my legs. “I didn't mean to interrupt. I can just?—”

“I want you to stay right here with me. You're not going anywhere.”

He swallowed, and I watched his throat slide. “Okay,” he breathed out.

“Sam was asking me about last night. He wanted to know if it was magical, like unicorns or rainbows.”

Nicky giggled.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Sam asked.

My thumb skated over the spiral shell, tracing its smooth ridges. It was a long, conical-shaped pink Auger about the length of my hand. A beautiful shell.

“I-I?—”

“Since when do you stutter?” I teased, rubbing my hand over his heart. I could feel it beating beneath my palm. Nicky was nervous and excited. I tweaked his nipple, and he squeaked like a mouse.

“It was perfect. I didn’t know it could feel that good. I mean, I know sex is supposed to be good, but what Cass did to me… it was on another level.”

Sam smirked. “Is that right? You know, I taught him everything he knows.”

I choked on my laugh. “Seriously?”

Sam resumed his stroking. “I’ve never heard you complain, not once.”

Nicky’s breath hitched as he watched Sam's hand move up and down my shaft, his fingers tracing over the engorged veins. “You’re so hot together. I really didn’t mean to interrupt, but…”

The hand Sam wasn’t using to stroke me glided over Nicky’s bare shoulder. “Do you want to stay and watch? Maybe you’ll learn something new.”

Anxiety and nervous excitement bubbled in my gut. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Nicky witnessing what Sam was about to do to me. On one hand, I sort of felt like I was cheating on him, which was absolutely absurd. We weren’t together. And I made no bones about being in an open relationship. Sam and I had always been a package deal, which I made very clear to Nicky, same as all my past partners. But his feelings were tender, his thinking might not be so evolved that he could understand the concept of an open relationship without having his feelings hurt.

Hell, there was no relationship between us!

I had to keep reminding myself of that, because every time I looked at him, all the feelings between us were there, and I couldn’t sidestep them. My love for Nicky was natural, and it came with the territory. I couldn’t just shut it off or put it into a box of boundaries I’d created to make this quagmire easier to navigate.

“Yes, I want to watch.”

My stomach sank. I dragged the tip of the shell up his leg, over his inner thigh, and with his leg bent, the junction between his thighs was exposed, and I tracked the pointy tip over his balls. He wore boxer shorts, and I knew how thin the cotton was. He could easily feel the shell tickling his sac. His eyes grew wide the closer I got to his ass.

“Come here, little boy. Come sit closer to Uncle Sam.”

Fuck, he was going for it. Sam knew I was too afraid to broach the subject with Nicky, so he was wading waist-deep into troubled waters and dragging me with him. Nicky’s head turned sharply, staring at Sam with an open mouth.

“You-you know?”

“That you want to call him Daddy? Yeah, little one, I know.” Nicky scooted closer to Sam, and Sam wrapped his arms around Nicky's chest, holding him tightly in his solid embrace. “I know how much you want his love and his touch. I know how badly you want to be good for him.” Nicky nodded his head. “Why don’t you be a good boy and take those pants off?” Nicky swallowed so loud, I could hear him gulp, and then he shimmied his boxer shorts down his legs, all too eager to follow Sam’s instructions. “Good boy,” he whispered in Nicky’s ear. “Now spread your legs for your Daddy.”

Nicky’s perfect pink cock was as solid as steel and a clear luminous drop dripped down his shaft, sliding over the big, thick vein underneath. I ran the tip of the shell through the wet path, and his cock kicked.

“Look at me, Nicky. Is this what you want? I need you to tell me it’s okay to touch you again.”

“It’s okay,” he blurted, vigorously nodding his head. His excitement was too cute.

“Do you want Sam to join us?”

“Y-Yes,” he stuttered.

“If you get overwhelmed and you want to stop, you have to tell me.”

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