Page 14 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

“Nate,” he whines into my neck. “Please? Please, Nate. Can I?”

I have no idea what he’s asking, but whatever the heck it is, I want him to have it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Wrapping an arm around his back, I pull him as close as I can get him.

“Whatever you want—yes. Yes, Bennet. Just do it, baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, and I’m not letting go.”

He lets out a high-pitched cry, and then he crushes me with his arms, thrusting his hips endlessly. It takes me a moment to realize what’s happening. As he whimpers and sobs into my neck, he drives his cock into my hip. Repeatedly, then I feel warmth.

He’s coming. Bennet is shooting his load all over my side. Jesus Christ. I can feel his cock twitch each time another shot leaves him. He’s coming on me. His hips are rocking back, fucking his wet, sloppy cock against me. I drag my nails downhis back, wanting to make this even better for him, because after everything he’s gone through, he deserves this.

He’ll probably be embarrassed in a moment, but that moment’s not here. Until he pulls away looking humiliated, I’m going to hold on to him, and I’m going to tell him how special he is. My hand cups his ass—an action that barely registers with either of us—and I rock him forward, guiding him along to the rhythm he’s created. “There you go, buddy,” I murmur into his ear. “That’s my boy.”

Bennet’s breathing is erratic, and it takes a moment for him to calm down. When he does, he pulls away, his face redder than I’ve ever seen it. His mouth hangs open and he’s slowly shaking his head in disbelief. “No. No, no, no.” Scurrying back, he escapes my grip, and my arms feel cold without him. We’ve just shared such a special moment, I don’t want him to be upset. I want him to ride it out. To revel in his afterglow.

“It’s okay,” I say, wanting to soothe him, but that just makes things worse. He backs away like he’s going to hop out of my bed and run back to his bedroom, but I don’t want that. “Bennet, baby, it’s fine.”

He’s got one leg over the side of the bed as my words tumble out, but he stops all movement once they’re out there, his eyes locked on mine like he’s searching for answers in them.

“I promise,” I insist, holding my hand for him to take. “It’s okay. This is a safe space, buddy. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He looks unsure, but he must be sure enough to take the risk, because within seconds, he’s at my side again, staring down at the puddle he left on my stomach. “I’m really sorry, Nate. I don’t know what got into me.”

I tug his chin up until our eyes meet. “You were close to release, and your body craved contact. It’s not a big deal to me, so I don’t want it to be a big deal for you, either. Understood?” I’m trying to give him my sternest dad-glare, and I guess it’sworking, because he quickly nods in agreement. Wanting to relieve some of the awkward tension still hanging in the air, I wriggle my eyebrows at them. “I should feel flattered, really.” I clap my hand against my hip and jiggle the small spare tire hanging around my midsection. “You’ve got grade-A beef beside you, and decided to mark me instead. It’s nice to know there’s still life in these fat old bones.”

If it’s relief I’m hoping for, I realize it’s not coming anytime soon, because both their jaws practically hit the floor.

“You can’t be serious,” Benji says.

“Is that really what you think of yourself?” Bennet adds, but all I can do is shrug. It’s not that I believe I’m a monstrosity to behold or anything, but I’m hardly the pick of the litter. “Oh, Nate.” Bennet’s voice is filled with the same level of affection I’ve been giving him since he rutted against me to completion. Bennet presses his hand over mine where it’s resting on my hip. His fingertips dance lightly around my hand, occasionally spilling over and touching my love handle. “You’re not old bones. You’re beautiful.”

It feels like my heart might leap out of my chest. “You think so?”

He nods emphatically. “Nate, you’re perfect.” Pressing a hand to my stomach, his eyes are wide, locked on his cooling load slathered on my hip.

It’s Benji’s turn to assure me, and he wastes no time, leaning closer, cupping my cheek. “There’s someone out there who will love those bones, no matter how old they are.” His thumb brushes against my eyebrow, traveling back and forth over the length. “Maybe someone already does.”

His words are perfect and beautiful and horrible all at once. What on earth could I have done to earn this level of affection? The way these boys treat me, you’d think I was a deity.

“Maybe,” I agree. “Or maybe not. Thank you for saying it, though. It means something to me.” Everything. It means everything to me.

They cuddle closer, each resting a head on my shoulder. As I stare down at them, wrapped around me like candy wrappers, I find my grip tightening. These boys are everything. They’re all I have left, and I’ll protect them for as long as I’m needed.

“I’m really tired,” Bennet says. “Nate, would it—I mean, would you mind if . . .” He squeezes his eyes shut, mouthing, ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid,’ to himself. I’m not sure what that’s about, but he’s able to compose himself long enough to ask, “Can we stay with you tonight?”

“You want to sleep in my bed?” I ask, wanting to clarify. When they offer me a shy, collective smile, I’ve got my answer. “All right, then. Yeah. Of course you can stay.” I move to stand so I can go clean myself off, but Benji’s hand wraps around my wrist, locking me in place. His eyes drop down to the cum that’s covering my chest, and his tongue darts out, licking his lips.

“Will you wear us to bed?”

I clear my throat and look away, nodding.

Much to my surprise, they both gasp, excitement clear on their faces. “You really will?” Bennet asks. Their excitement has me feeling light as air. It’s such a bizarre request, but I love how genuinely thrilled they seem at the prospect of me wearing their loads like lotion. Feeling a little playful myself, I drag my finger through one of the puddles Benji left on my hip. I reach for Bennet’s face, tapping the tip of his nose, leaving him with his best friend’s cum sliding down his skin. Bennet stares at me with wide eyes, and then his smile spreads even wider.

“Nasty! I’m gonna get you back, Nate,” he teases. He reaches across the bed to grab a pillow, and when he does, my eyes are given free rein over his backside.

Goodness. Okay, yeah. That’s certainly a pretty sight. It’s so different from my ex-wife’s. While hers was soft like satin, Bennet’s is high and tight. Two twin-size humps poking out at the perfect angle. The further he leans, the wider his cheeks spread until I’m left with the sight of a perfectly hairless pucker. It’s as pink in hue as Bennet’s lips. Now that I’ve seen his entrance, I’m not sure he has any business bottoming. It just looks so damned tight. There’s no way a man’s penis would fit in there. Worry hits when I picture some other man carelessly handling this precious cargo. Aiming their big, knobby cocks in his direction and driving in with their full force.

He would cry. My Bennet would scream and kick and crawl just to get away from the invading force. The mental image alone is enough to make me want to lock my bedroom door and refuse to let him leave.

I don’t know how long I’ve been staring, but it’s long enough for him to notice. He clears his throat, and when I look up at him, he rises from his kneeling position, holding one of my pillows.

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