Page 11 of The More the Merrier

"Okay, Daddy. I'll try. Can we snuggle, though, while we talk?"

"Absolutely."

I scooted further back onto the bed, all the way up until I was sitting with my back against the headboard, and Liam crawled up beside me. First he leaned his head against my shoulder, but after only a few minutes he moved down until he was lying with his head in my lap.

I ran my fingers through his soft curls. "What's going on?"

"I think I'm just struggling with the life I've built for myself."

My hand stilled and my heart beat faster. "Explain."

There must have been something in my voice that gave away the emotion I was feeling because Liam reached up over his head to grab my hand. "Nothing to do with you and Noelle, he explained. "Not my home life. Just… everything else."

"I see," I said, even though I didn't. Not fully. Not yet.

"It's just… we’re getting older. There are things I want in my life, like a husband and a wife and a family, and it kind of feels … I don't know, like I inadvertently cock-blocked myself from ever having those things." He sighed deeply and his whole body shook. "When I was younger, keeping work and home separate and living my private life in private felt right and made sense. But lately, it makes less sense and it doesn't feel good at all."

My whole body tensed with a mixture of excitement and fear. If Liam decided to be less private, it would make our lives as a throuple a whole lot easier, but it could make his life a whole lot harder. I didn't want him to do anything he didn't feel ready for, and I didn't want to project my feelings onto him and make him feel pressured in any way.

"What will make you feel better, babyboy?" I asked.

"I don't know. I feel like I've built my life into a box. And I've been perfectly happy and safe in my little box. It served me well. But lately, the box seems to be getting small and cramped. It feels like it's hard to breathe and some days I get the urge to break out of the box and just… I don't know… blow the whole thing up. Burn bridges, light it on fire and all that. The whole shebang. And when I picture myself doing it, for a few moments the air gets a little clearer and I feel like I can breathe. But then I think about what life could be like outside the box and it terrifies me, because I know once I step outside of it, I won't be able to get back in." He stopped and blew out a frustrated sounding huff of air that lifted his hair from his face for a moment. "I'm just rambling. I don't know if that made any sense at all."

"It made perfect sense, babyboy," I reassured him, running my fingers through his dark locks. "And I want you to know that whatever you decide to do, Noelle and I support you and are here for you. Always and every step of the way. You can think about it as long as you want. No pressure. I do not want our feelings to influence you in any way. Understand?"

Liam nodded, and shifted in my lap. I looked down at his face and saw that he had his thumb in his mouth, something he'd only ever done once before in all the years we'd been together. It was a sure sign that he was not in a good place.

"Liam," I whispered, running my hands up and down his muscular curves, "I've got you babyboy. Now and for always. Just tell me what you need."

He groaned and rolled until he was face up in my lap. His red plaid pajama pants were tented. His cock hard, straining against the soft fabric.

I grabbed him through the fabric, wrapping my fist around his girth. He moaned, his lips parting, his thumb still between them.

"Daddy," he whimpered. "Will you… fuck me? I just want… to not think. I want to forget."

Unfastening the sole button on the fly of his pajama pants, I parted the fabric at the split, revealing his velvet-soft, rock hard erection, and the tuft of dark curls at the base.

"I'd like nothing more than to help you escape your head for a while," I answered him, speaking softly but firmly, leaving no room for him to second-guess my feelings or the words that I was speaking.

"Yes please," he whispered.

I gently nudged him off my lap until I was kneeling on the mattress near his cock and lowered my head to tease the tip with my lips, kissing it gently while keeping my mouth tightly closed.

He whimpered and arched his hips, pushing his head, trying to force my mouth open.

"Stop." I said, reaching down to give his ball sac a firm squeeze. "You are not in charge here. You'll take what Daddy wants to give, when and how he wants to give it. Nothing more. Nothing less. Do you understand?"

His head jerked up and down. I squeezed his balls again. "Daddy can’t hear your head rattle. Use your words."

His Adam's apple bobbed. His voice was hoarse and thick with arousal when he finally answered. "Yes, Daddy."

"That's my good boy," I praised. " I'm proud of you for communicating with me. I know sometimes it's hard to talk about these things, but you did so well. And because you did so good, now you'll get your reward."

I parted my lips and took him in my mouth, first just the head, and then the whole thing, until his impressive cock tickled the back of my throat and I had to swallow to keep from gagging on his length.

His hands gathered fistfuls of my short hair, and his back arched with pleasure as I sucked and stroked, greedily enjoying his large cock. It had been far too long since I sucked him off, and I hadn't realized how much I'd missed it.

I began to blow him with gusto, savoring every soft whimper and becoming energized with every guttural moan. My own cock was rock hard and engorged, straining beneath the tight fabric of the boxer briefs I wore under my pajama pants.

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