Page 61 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

Dad breathes a sigh of relief. “I think we can save that for after Tatum leaves.” He dips his head down for a kiss.

“What if I beg for it?”

Dad smirks, and I think I’m loving this new saucy, sassy side of him. I hope we get to see it more often. “Then you’ll be wasting your breath. Not happening, little guy.”

“What if I’m bad, though?” Bennet’s hand slides beneath Dad’s pajamas, fondling his cock. “I gotta be punished if I’m bad, don’t I?”

“If you’re bad, you can stand in the corner.”

Bennet bites his bottom lip and stubbornly shakes his head. The moment he says, “Nuh-uh,” I’m a goner, because I’ve missed seeing his bratty side so much. He can be so silly in nature sometimes, but he hasn’t had many chances to show it off these last few months. Our ex-boyfriend Austin used to call us “middles” because we weren’t childlike enough to be littles, but I don’t know. I don’t really care about all those labels, we just like doing what feels right, and for us, that means leaning into our bratty sides. “Gonna be such a bad boy. You’ll see.”

“You better not, son.”

Bennet strokes Dad’s shaft faster. “Gonna be the worst fucking boy in the world.”

“Language,” Dad says with a laugh. “Fine. You really want a whack to the backside that badly?”

Bennet’s beaming ear to ear, his expression shifting within seconds. “Yes, please.”

Dad nods. “Fine. But then you have to go get ready. And this isn’t foreplay. We don’t have time for sex, son. Kind of a stupid demand, considering you’ve got your hand around my penis, but that’s the stipulation. Deal?”

“Deal!”

“Good.” Dad nods, but adds, “And don’t scream like last time. It made me feel awful.”

Bennet lifts to fingers in the air. “Scout’s honor.” Though he still looks a bit uncomfortable, Dad rears back his arm and gives Bennet another quick slap to the ass. Bennet whimpers, his hand working Dad’s shaft faster. “Did that feel good?”

Dad closes his eyes, his mouth twitching as his body goes stiff. He must be close, because that’s the face he always makesbefore he comes. He gives Bennet’s ass another firm slap before mumbling, “I’m coming.” I rush over to them, because it looks like this orgasm is going to be a doozy, and I don’t want Dad to fall down and crack his skull on the hardwood floors. His entire body tenses, and his hand grips mine that’s resting on his abdomen. Unfortunately, I’m not all that strong, so when Dad leans against me for support, resting all his weight on me, I topple onto the floor. Dad falls on top of me, pulling Bennet along for the ride. “Benji?”

Dad’s voice is frantic as he tries to carefully shift Bennet off him so he can turn around and check on me. They both kneel above me, touching all over my face.

“Are you hurt?” Dad asks.

“Did you hit your head?” Bennet asks.

“We’re so sorry, Benji,” they say in unison, and it feels like our worlds are crashing and colliding. They turn and stare at each other, mouths gaping. “Did you just—” As if we’re starring in a really bad soap opera, they say, “Do it again.”

“As adorable as these trio powers are,” I say, clearing my throat. I thrust my hand up like a dainty little thing. “It would be swell if you could stop gawking at each other and help me up. Fucking rude, Bennet.” He knows I’m only teasing, because he just rolls his eyes and jerks me up from the floor. They swarm me like hyperactive honeybees, checking my face and the back of my head to make sure I didn’t injure myself in the topple. “Enough. Enough of this. Tatum will be here any minute.” I motion at Dad. “You just ejaculated, and he’s got your load all over your hand. You need to get cleaned?—”

“No, I don’t.” Bennet’s face is the picture of unbothered as I watch him lick the last of Dad’s cum from his fingers. “Clean as a whistle.”

“Are whistles clean?” I ask, not particularly giving a damn one way or the other. “And as for you”—I aim my finger at Dad—“I don’t want our future son-in-law to know one of us just ripped an orgasm out of you. Upstairs, and don’t come down until you’re clean.”

“Maybe I ought to spank you next,” Dad grumbles under his breath, sulking.

I shake my head. “That’s Bennet’s thing. He really likes it, but I never have. Maybe when I’m riding you or something, but I don’t like it outside the bedroom.”

“All right,” he agrees, his voice sure. “No spankings outside the bedroom. You have my word.”

“Thank you,” I say, then I lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose. “Now, I want you to go upstairs and clean up.”

His lip curls up in the corner. “Last time I checked, I’m the Daddy in this situation. Shouldn’t I be giving the orders?”

“You should, but you aren’t. You’re just standing there with a sticky lap. Go on. Get ready.” I reach down and squeeze his ass. “Pick out something that shows this thing off. If I can’t assault your body with my tongue in front of Tatum, the least you can do is give me something to ogle.”

Dad chuckles. “Your wish is my command.”

Once he’s upstairs, Bennet holds a finger in front of my face. “Saved you a little bit of his cum.”

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