Page 21 of Daddy's Little Chaos Gremlin

“Flip around,” I urged, releasing Tristan’s hair so I could grab Zephyr’s and tug him into a rough kiss.

It took some maneuvering, and a lot of grunting and growling on Zephyr’s part when I didn’t let him latch back on to finish nursing until I’d slid lower on the bed. With Tristan kneeling over me and Zephyr having wiggled across the bed to finish his feast, I could lavish Tristan’s cock with attention while he pleasured me.

My boy was already dripping precum when I licked over his head, a low, keening whine beginning to spill from between his lips, the vibrations bringing on an orgasm that caught me completely off guard. So much for Daddy’s hard-won control. Holy shit! While I lay there panting, my boys shared a filthy kiss, my milk and cum dribbling from the corners of their mouths as they shared their feasts.

“Fuck your brother and get him ready for me,” I snarled as I reached up and yanked Tristan down so I could kiss him, too, the heated look he gave me one I wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

It was extremely rare that he topped, but I knew my boy enjoyed the moments when they arose. Judging from how quickly Zephyr flipped around so I’d have the perfect view of Tristan’s cock when it slid inside of him, he was excited at the prospect, too.

Gods, just watching the prep, as Tristan grabbed a condom off the nightstand and donned it before patting around beneath a pillow for the lube. They must have been up to something earlier, to have had it there instead of on the nightstand with the condoms. Tristan took his time coating his fingers with it, and got his tongue involved, too, as he loosened Zephyr’s hole. Holy shit. Zephyr rode those digits with the same enthusiasm as he’dnursed from me, and when he threw his head back and cried out, I knew he was more than ready to take Tristan’s cock.

“Make him howl for you,” I urged, slapping Tristan right on one of the handprints that remained from the spanking I’d given him. “But don’t make him come, that’s my job.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I knew I’d be hard again in no time, just from watching them. The way Tristan glided his hands over Zephyr’s hips, kneading, caressing. He didn’t just shove in, despite how well he’d prepped Zephyr to receive him. He bent low over Zephyr’s back, kissed up his spine, brushed the hair back from the nape of his neck, and licked, prompting a crop of goosebumps to break out down Zephyr’s arms. His moan was better than being front and center for my favorite band, and the way he widened his knees, ducked his head, and raised his bottom a little higher, was one of the best damn invitations I’d ever seen. Tristan eased the head of his cock inside the tight hole I couldn’t wait to feel stretch around me. Having his brother warm him up would make it easier for him to take my girth, though I knew he’d be feeling me for the rest of the night and tomorrow, too.

Just the thought of that filled me with pride and got the blood flooding south again as Tristan yanked him back, sinking farther into him while Zephyr shuddered.

“Mmmm, yeah,” Zephyr breathed, squirming to take more.

The graceful way he impaled himself was breathtaking, like a dance, wild and uninhibited. When he threw his head back and moaned, Tristan tangled one hand in his hair and gripped Zephyr’s shoulder with his other one, fucking into him until he came. The breathless little imp had the nerve to moantagat mewhen he pulled out, while Zephyr whined and begged one of us to fuck him, please, he was so damned close.

“Oh no you don’t,” I said, gripping the base of his cock to starve off an impending orgasm. If I’d had ice….heh, the idea had already taken root when I glanced around, hoping there was some left in the ice bucket Tristan always asked for his juice to be brought in.

Bingo.

Snatching up a dripping cube, I ran it around Zephyr’s hole, digging my fingertips into his hip when he yelped and tried to jerk away.

“Be a good boy and cool off a little for Daddy,” I growled as I pressed the ice inside him and watched it disappear while he whined and shivered. When the heat from his body began to melt it, I added a second one, then rubbed my cold fingers over his balls, pleased to see that he was no longer as hard and ready to get off as he’d previously been.

Now I could roll the condom on and proceed to fuck him, slowly, letting him get used to my girth.

“F-f…” he stammered, quivering as he choked back the word.

I thought at first he was trying to say fuck and I wouldn’t have penalized him for it. The bedroom was the only place where filthy words from my boys were welcome.

“S-so f-f-full,” Zephyr moaned as I bottomed out, shivers making his hole tighten around my cock.

“So tight,” I growled, nibbing his earlobe and tugging a little. “Is Daddy the biggest you’ve ever had?”

The moment he hissedyes, whined and rocked against me, I snapped my hips, determined to rock his world and leave him with a lasting reminder of just who was laying ownership to every last, delectable inch of him.

11

TRISTAN

“Ghost train, ghost train, we have to do the ghost train first!” I declared, clutching Zephyr’s hand as we raced toward the creepy, nostalgic ride.

And there wasn’t even a line.

Getting to be first in the park was the best thing ever, ‘cause it was really hard to wait and watch the rides whirl past. Sometimes I got pouty and impatient, and Daddy had to threaten to revoke my shopping privileges at the gift store.

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, this was Zephyr’s first time. We’d have to find him the perfect stuffie and a warm, oversized hoodie like the one I’d gotten to snuggle up in the last time we were here. Two of me could fit in it, it was so big. I’d wanted one that fit Daddy, too, so he could wear it and get his scent all up inside of it, for those times when he had to leave me alone in the hotel. Yesterday had been the first time it had been fun being left there without him, ‘cause I’d had Zephyr. Having my kitten was already the best thing in the world and today was our very first grand adventure.

He kept ahold of my hand once we were seated. The cars were only big enough for two, so Daddy sat in the one behind us and soon we were rattling along those old tracks, doors parting as we rolled into the darkness.

“Ohhh!” Zephyr gasped and pressed his face to my shoulder, only peeking out when I stroked his hair.

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