Page 55 of Say Uncle

“Say it again.”

“I’m your boy,” I repeated more insistently.

“That’s right. That means I’m always going to choose you first over anyone else. I wish I had known how you would feel so I could have avoided the situation. I never want to make you feel left out. Neither does Nicky. Do you remember what I told you on that beach? About romance and your first time?”

I racked my brain, trying to recall the moment andhis words. “You said there were other ways to make someone feel special besides roses and champagne.”

“That’s right. How about saying that I’m sorry and correcting my actions? Asking for your forgiveness? Does that make you feel special?”

Nodding, I bit my lip. “Yeah, that works.”

“But it only works if you communicate with me, right?” I nodded again. “Tell me what you want, what you need.”

“I-I want to be included when you play with Nicky. Sir.”

“The more the merrier,” he smiled. “And if you ever just need attention that belongs only to you?”

“I’ll ask for it, sir.”

He kissed me again, his lips sealing our promise. “Do you want me to stop right now, or do you want to continue and join us?”

I looked at Nicky, still waiting obediently on his knees, his dick clearly hard, poking at his Speedo like a turtle’s head. “I want to continue and join you both.”

Sam hugged me tight. “Thank you for being honest with me, Mattie-boy. I’m so impressed with you.” He pulled back and smirked. “You owe me a new glass. If you ever chuck them overboard again, I’ll get Nicky started on a monologue of how broken glass is dangerous for Marine life,” he threatened. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.” I couldn’t help but smile now that we’dsettled things. The threat of listening to Nicky’s monologue was more comical than scary.

“Nicky, you’re doing an incredible job, but I think you could improve with a little help,” Sam suggested. “Scoot over, sweetheart, and make room for Mattie’s mouth.”

“Yes, sir!”

I felt terrible for being upset with him. He looked so happy to have me help him. Sam caressed my jaw, looking down at me affectionately.

“You have the prettiest mouth. Love to watch it suck me.”

“Mattie has the best mouth,” Nicky agreed. “He makes me feel incredible!” I leaned my head against his, as if to say thanks.

Nicky licked the left side, and I worked the right until Sam’s cock was coated in saliva. Nicky sucked on his tip while I laved his balls. Sam groaned, his breathing coming faster, harsher as the fire in his belly burned hotter. Nicky backed off, letting me practice taking Sam to the back of my throat. His length gagged me, but he squeezed my jaw, patting it affectionately as my eyes filled with tears.

He liked to see me gag. Just like I enjoyed watching Nicky gag on mine. Something about the desperateness of it, the humiliation, and the fact someone would choose discomfort for your pleasure, just made a dick harden. I popped off to take a deep breath and clear my nose, and Nicky took over, gagging just asprettily as I had. When I joined him again, our mouths sealed together over Sam’s tip, our tongues sliding together, tickling the groove on the underside of his cock. He gasped from the sensation, but I refused to let go of Nicky’s mouth to give him more. With his hand planted on each of our heads, he stroked his fingers through my hair.

“My beautiful boys, so talented. One sweet as sugar, and the other burns hot as fire.”

That was me. I was his flame. He shifted his hips, his body tensing, and his fingers tightened in my hair.

“Going to come. It’s all yours, little one. I want you to swallow my load.”

Gently, he urged my mouth off his cock, and I was helpless to do anything but watch as Nicky swallowed pulse after pulse of his bittersweet seed.

“Why?” I asked, my voice hoarse from sucking dick.

“Because you’ll learn to communicate before you’re rewarded. Next time, instead of throwing a fit, you’ll get on your knees a lot sooner, won’t you? Greedy boys get to watch. Good boys that share and play nice, get a sweet treat.”

Fucker. He always had a way of getting the last word, the upper hand, like the Dom he was. The hot-as-fuck, sensibly mature, experienced Dom that he was. The Dom that I was quickly losing my head and my heart over.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Just before we sailed into the marina, Sam pulled me aside.

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