Page 71 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

“Okay,” they say. “Yeah. You can.”

I’m not sure if they’re really horny, or if they just want to thank me for the offer, but Benji sits up from his place at my side and crosses his legs in front of him. His hand creeps up my thigh, inching closer, toward glory. He rises to his knees and kneels between my legs, stroking my shaft. His eyes are locked with mine, and as if teasing me is his life’s only goal, he slaps my shaft against his cheek repeatedly. “You’re better than him, you know.”

I arch an eyebrow at Benji. “Better than who?”

In the next room, my son makes a depraved sound, low and guttural.

“Better than anyone.” He kisses my cockhead before dragging it back and forth across his lips. The sight of him like this—like Daddy’s filthy little whore—sends another bead of pre-cum seeping out of the tip. As Benji drags it across his lips, the pre-cum coats him like Chapstick. “Better than Nito. Better than Austin.” He opens his mouth, taking me down to the base once before pulling off. “Better than your son.”

My eyes roll back in my head, and I close them tightly as my leg rises through no action of my own. When I open my eyes again, my leg is slung over Bennet’s shoulder, and he’s kissing short trails up and down my thigh. He wedges his hand between the bed and my butt, and when he pulls my cheeks apart, a gustof cool air ghosts across my hole. To my surprise, he presses his nose right against my entrance and inhales deeply, moaning like a wanton slut. Over and over, he breathes me in, purring with each exhale. He opens his eyes and stares into mine, just breathing my musk.

“Love you,” he says, sounding drunk on my essence. His tongue pokes out, and the moment it connects with my hole, I let out the loudest, tawdriest moan I’ve ever moaned. Lick after lick, he worships my entrance like my son worships television’s Lisa Rinna. Like it’s the only thing that ever has or ever will matter in the world. His tongue extends farther as he dives in, making me shiver when wet warmth passes across my entrance over and over. He brings a finger into the mix, spreading his saliva over my hole, getting me nice and wet for him.

“Boys?” I whisper, getting their attention. “Will you fuck me?”

Bennet’s eyes widen, as do Benji’s. “You want us to?” they ask in unison, making me smile.

I clear my throat and look away. “If that’s something you’re comfortable with.”

Benji tugs at my chin until we’re eye to eye. “I’d be honored.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” He looks past me at Bennet and grins. “Who gets to go first? Do we need to play Rock, Paper, Scissors again?”

The thought of one having to do this on their own makes my heart race, because that’s not how my sons operate. They get frightened easily, and their connection is their only means of relief.

“If we’re doing this, I want you to do it together,” I say. They stare at me with confused expressions, eyes flickering back and forth between me and their other half. “I want you both to fuck me. Together.”

“At the same time?” Bennet clarifies.

“If that’s something you’re interested in trying.”

“It might hurt,” Benji says. “We’ll need to get you ready. Do you mind if I play with it?”

“With my butt?”

He nods, looking rather proud of himself. “With your hole, specifically. Gonna kiss it till it’s ready, then I’m gonna fuck you.” He looks into my eyes and nods. “Gonna fuck you real good, Dad. Gonna make you scream our names.”

I lick my lips. Fuck. Yeah, I want that. I want them to leave me in a blissed-out heap on the bed, gasping for air as they unload inside me.

“You’re definitely welcome to try.”

He snickers, then returns to the task at hand, tracing circles around my rim. He pokes and prods, but he doesn’t enter. It’s like he’s knocking on a door he has absolutely no intention of entering yet. He pulls away and it feels like he’s taking my entire world along for the journey. Thankfully, it’s not a very long trip. He grabs the bottle of lube from my bedside table and slathers it on his fingers before tossing it to Bennet. As Bennet coats his hand, Benji’s finger digs in deeper, and the tip breaches the surface, making every hair on my body stand on end.

“Bennet?” Benji says. “Come down here. You’ve got to see this.”

Bennet snickers. “I just made out with his hole for half an hour. I’ve got it memorized.” He looks up and winks at me. “Still going to look at it anyway, though.”

As Bennet kisses his way down my chest, he takes a small detour on the journey to my hole. He lingers at my lap long enough to take my cock in his mouth, rising and falling twice before pulling off. A string of pre-cum-infused saliva connects us. When he licks his lips, the strand falls on my cock, working itself into the lather of spit and pre-cum already coating me.

He continues his journey down until both he and Benji are between my legs, staring at my hole. Honestly, it makes me a little self-conscious, because no one’s ever paid this much attention to it before. Benji’s finger slides back and forth against the pucker, then Bennet joins in. It feels like their fingertips are dancers and my entrance is their stage. Slowly, with lubed and spitty fingers and half-cocked grins, I feel them press against me.

Oh, my God. They’re going to explore me together. It’s a realization that sends a jolt through my dick like a lightning rod that’s just been struck. I bear down, welcoming my boys home, knowing with each inch they offer, this is where they belong. They feel so thick inside me, twisting and turning before one of them strikes gold. The moment they find my prostate, they refuse to let go. Their fingers tickle back and forth against it, and just as one moves up, the other dips down, striking my magic button on an endless loop.

Bennet takes my balls in his mouth, rolling them around as I writhe against the mattress. The longer he bathes me with his tongue, the more unhinged I become, shouting out random words like “Baby,” “God,” and “Love.” It goes on and on for ages, and when they finally pull away, I realize it wasn’t enough. I want them on me—in me—like this forever. I finally realize why my son enjoys his husband slipping a finger inside his passage and keeping it there all day. If either of the Bens asked, I’d allow them to do the same to me. Heck, I kind of want to ask them if they’d be interested.

There’s movement at my side, and when I look up, Benji’s repositioning himself. I don’t know when our lips connected, but Bennet’s mouth is on mine, twirling his tongue against mine. Benji sits in the center of the bed with his back against the headboard. He’s got his little cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. “You’re sure about this . . .”

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