Page 56 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

Bennet covers my mouth and nose with the patch of fabric that’s covered his ass for two days straight. Oh, fuck. God. Bennet. He’s incredible. It’s such a natural, manly scent. Suddenly, I’m in motion holding the underwear with one hand and pulling him toward me with the other. I open my lips to kiss him, and he seems a bit confused because the briefs are still covering my mouth. He trusts me though. My Bennet always trusts me. His lips part, and we drench the fabric, the pair of us rehydrating the dried sweat from the cotton.

My hips are thrusting as Benji swallows me whole, and I’m so fucking close to popping, I almost can’t stand it. I need him to stop. “You have to stop,” I plead after prying my face from Bennet’s. “Benji, I need you to stop. I’m not ready to come yet, buddy.”

He makes an awful sound, like I just told him I ran over the family dog.

I wonder if my Bens might want a dog.

No. Focus, Nathan. Your boys need you. Hypothetical pets will have to wait.

“Come up here, sweetheart,” I coax, extending a hand to him. “Come on, babe. We miss you.”

Benji crawls up and straddles my lap. He’s got an arm around my waist, and his hips are rolling. “I’m going to come,” he says, matter-of-factly. “Don’t worry, though. I can go again. Tell him, Bennet.”

“It’s true,” Bennet says, placing a hand on his best friend’s back. “I’m pretty good at it, too, but I’m not nearly as virile as Benji. Back when we still lived at home, he came eight times in one night.” His eyes lock with Benji’s, glazing over as his breathing deepens. “It was magical.”

“It was because of you,” he says, releasing the hold he’s got on my back and pulling Bennet closer by the scruff of his nape. “I didn’t know it then, but it’s always been because of you. I promise.”

Bennet presses a hand over Benji’s heart. “Same.” He darts his eyes down at Benji’s cock—which is leaking all over my stomach—and licks his lips. “I know you want to shoot on Daddy’s chest, but, I mean, would you mind if . . .”

Benji kisses Bennet softly. “Use your words, baby.”

“You said I could suck you, remember?” he whispers. He sounds ashamed, but there’s never any shame here.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, I totally forgot.” He squeezes the back of Bennet’s neck again, their foreheads touching. “I want that. I swear, I want that so much. Please, Bennet? Please suck my dick.”

“If you’d rather?—”

He shakes his head decidedly. “I need you, Bennet. Need to finally feel you around me.” He takes Bennet’s hand and guides it between our melded chests. When Bennet brushes against Benji’s cock, he touches mine, too, and I have to bite my tongue to stifle a moan, because I don’t want to distract either of them. Not when they’re this close.

Bennet’s knuckles rub against the underside of my shaft as he begins stroking Benji. His movements are slow at first, their eyes locked as an air of nervousness permeates throughout the room. They look shy, like nervous virgins after the prom. They know where this is leading, but they’re terrified of the journey.

“That’s such a good boy, Bennet,” I mumble into his ear, ghostling my lips against him. “Daddy’s so proud of you, baby. Look at how happy you’re making Benjamin. Look at that smile.” Bennet looks up at his best friend and gasps at the sight of Benji. He’s beaming ear to ear as he stares at his friend’s hand pumping his shaft.

“You fit perfectly,” he says, sounding amazed. He looks up at Bennet and laughs incredulously. “Why the hell did we wait so long to do this?”

Bennet’s hand pumps faster, only slowing as he backs away. He climbs off the bed, but he doesn’t stop stroking Benji. Bennet leans over the side of the bed, his plump, creamy ass right there for the taking.

I want to take it.

To claim it, because it’s mine. It belongs to Benji and me, and if anyone else even thought of touching it, I’d kill them. I’ve never even punched a man, but I would rip someone limb from limb when it comes to these boys.

“Dad?” Benji asks breathlessly as Bennet wraps his lips around his cock. Benji’s back arches and he has to grip my shoulder so he doesn’t fall down. His eyes roll back in his head, the lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. “Bennet needs you. He deserves to come, too. We’ll take care of you when we’re done, I promise.” His eyes shoot open and he gives me the most serious expression I’ve ever seen. “Our boyfriend needs you.”

The words send my cock twitching, slapping his stomach, then mine. The thought of moving away from Benji seems impossible, but I know it’s what needs to be done. Benji’s right. Bennet deserves to come, and I’m going to be the one who makes him.

I stand up from the bed and walk around until I’m behind Bennet. With the way he’s bent over, his entire hole is exposed. I kneel behind him, gently squeezing his cheeks. God. How can an ass be this tight and this soft at the same time? It doesn’t make sense, but I can feel it with my own two hands, so I know it’s true. I use my hands to spread him open and a press kisses up and down each of his cheeks. His body jolts and a whine escapes him. He still hasn’t taken more than Benji’s head into his mouth,but that’s okay. Our boy will get there in the end. He needs guidance. He needs his daddy to show him the way.

“Go on, Bennet. I want you to take more of him, okay? See how far you can go.” I place my hand on the back of his head, gently guiding him down until he reaches the base. Thankfully—what with their small size—he’s not choking on anything, but he’s making all these little clicking sounds in his throat. He holds for a moment before pulling off Benji’s cock. When Bennet looks back at me, his eyes are red and glossy, and tears are falling down his cheeks. His spit is coating Benji’s cock, and he pumps up and down. Skin against skin, the sound of his slick friction is obscene. “Please?”

I squeeze his ass a little tighter. “What do you need, baby?”

He licks his sloppy lips, breathing heavily. “Will you eat me?”

My cock thickens, though I’m not sure how. It was painfully hard already. More than it’s ever been. Staring down at Bennet’s tight little hole makes it twitch. I’ve never done this with anyone, man or woman. I squeezed Lindsay’s butt through the years, but I’ve never wedged my face between her cheeks and plundered her asshole.

But, good God, Almighty, I want to do that with him.

I touch the tip of my finger to his crack, dragging it down the valley until I reach his hole. “You look so tight, Bennet,” I breathe, flicking my fingertip back and forth. Benji cries out when Bennet’s lips close around the head again, and our boy sucks him with everything he’s got. “I don’t know if you’d be able to take Daddy’s cock, buddy. I might rip you open.”

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