Page 14 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

Brody eyes Tatum up and down like his entire existence offends the man. “When I’m talking about this one, I do.”

Scotty pokes Brody in the chest, making him wince. “You’re queer now. So, if you’re talking about him, you’re talking about yourself.” He looks up and down at Brody, feigning disgust. “Fucking queer.”

“So icky,” Tatum mumbles as his breaths come quicker. “This is fucking depraved. Let me go, Abi.”

“If you wish for me to stop, simply use the safeword. We have it for a reason.”

He doesn’t say the word, he just shudders in my arms. Whenhe looks up at me, he’s got a fearful look in his eyes. “Everyone can see me.” He brings his voice even lower, whispering, “Scotty’s watching.”

“He is.” I nod, wanting to assure him. “He’s family. Family doesn’t mind.”

“What the fuck kind of a family raised you?” Fee asks incredulously. “Giving prostate massages during social gatherings isn’t exactly a familial bonding exercise.”

“My boy needs to come,” I tell Scotty, ignoring Fiona. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Scotty’s mouth falls open. “What? You can’t be ...” His cheeks flush red and when he looks down at Tatum’s rolling hips, he lets out a nervous giggle. “You’re not really about to come, are you? He isn’t even touching your penis.”

“I’m not!” Tatum’s eyes look to be welded shut. Despite his ass grinding against me, he tries to save face by shaking his head, but his words sound scattered and divided. “I’m having a seizure. Don’t call 911, just leave.”

“He’s leaking through his jockstrap, Scotty,” I say, enjoying the sound of the long, lurid moan the statement earns me. “He does so much for us. Doesn’t he deserve our support?”

Scotty looks back at Brody, then at me like he’s seeking guidance. “He needs this?” he finally asks me. The second I give him a nod, Scotty goes into biffle mode, grabbing Tatum’s hand and holding on tight. “Alright. You can do this, Tater Tot.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Tatum groans.

Scotty shakes his head. “Come on. You’ve got this. I can usually make Brody shoot just by fucking him, so I kind of know this game by heart. Clench your hole around him.”

Tatum looks positively scandalized. “Don’t you fuckingdaretry to give me a guided ejaculation meditation like those shitty YouTubers you make us listen to so we fall asleep easier. I refuse to have you lead me into the land of lost loads.”

Scotty kneels in front of Tatum and presses a hand against his cheek. “You can do this. I believe in you.”

“Fuck off. I’m not going to—I can’t ... I don’t think I can—” He reaches his hand behind his shoulder and grips my nape. His eyes search frantically for mine, and when he finds me, he’s got this desperate look on his face, like he’s waging a war between his head and his cock. I guess his cock comes out victorious, because his hips rise and fall three more times, and then his muscles clench around me. The only sound he makes is a grunt, but I know what’s happening. He’s so fucking close. “No. I don’t want to—please ...”

“If you want me to stop, say the safeword. That’s all you have to do.”

He opens his mouth like he’s about to say it, but when I press harder against his prostate, fire slashes in his eyes. “Yes! Oh, God. Abi. Please? Please make me come.” He grabs my free hand and presses it against his stomach, holding me as tight as his hand allows. “I’m going to come.”

“Fuck, yes,” I growl into his ear. “Go on. Show them what I do to you. I want them to see how much you love this. Tell them who you belong to. Scream my fucking name, Tatum.”

And that’s exactly what he does. The second his cock erupts, drenching his jockstrap, Tatum St. James screams my name for the world to hear. I don’t even realize I’ve shot a load of my own until his breathing finally steadies, and I feel the dampness in my jeans. No one seems to have noticed. No one except Tatum who looks over his shoulder and scowls.

“Good job, Tater Tot,” Scotty praises, giving him a round of applause. He hops up from his place on the floor and leans in, pecking his friend on the forehead. Without warning, he grabs the blanket and yanks it off Tatum, revealing a soaking wet jockstrap. “Oh, wow. You come a lot. That’s awesome!”

Tatum licks his lips as his breathing steadies. Once he’s settled, realization hits and his cheeks turn crimson with post-ejaculation clarity. “I didn’t just come. I don’t know what you all think you just saw, but it wasn’t me ejaculating.”

“Sure,” Scotty says with a wink, turning and lunging atBrody. Brody catches him, and the twink is once more wrapped around him like a clingy capuchin monkey. “Whatever it takes for you to sleep at night.” He pecks Brody on the cheek. “Come on, Daddy. Take me home. Wanna fill your hole with my monster cock.”

Brody cocks an eyebrow at him. “Baby, I don’t think four inches is what most might consider a monster cock.”

“Rude! It’s four and a half, and it’s enough to make you cry when I fuck you with it. Now, come on.” He makes it halfway to the door before looking at Tatum. “Love you, biffle. Sorry I got mad at you and stole your driver’s license and ... on second thought, no. That’s a battle best fought another day.” Brody, clearly done with this conversation, continues walking toward the door, only stopping when Scotty leans forward and bites his shoulder. Not a gentle bite, either. It’s probably going to leave a mark. “By the way, you don’t have to help me find a wedding venue anymore. We’re all going back to Texas instead. We’ll be there for almost two weeks, so pack accordingly.” He gives Brody an urgent look. “He’s dazed. Hurry up and carry me out of here before the words register. He’ll kill me dead, Daddy.” Scotty glances over Brody’s shoulder and beams at Tatum. “Night-night, Tater Tot. Don’t let the bedbugs bite. Oh, Daddy, wait!”

“Yeah, Freakshow?” Brody’s pet name for his future husband offends me on every level, but each time he lets it slip, Scotty stares at him like a heart-eye emoji, so I guess he enjoys it.

Scotty points at the pink suitcase, still resting where he left it. “Don’t forget it. It’s got all the plans for theyou-know-whatinside.”

Brody snorts as he bends down to pick up the case. “He’s going to kick your ass when he finds out.”

“And I’m going to fuck your ass when I get home. What’s your point?”

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