Page 7 of Daddy's Little Chaos Gremlin

“Ohh, Daddy, you’re right,” Tristan replied as he pressed his head to my shoulder. “You usually are.”

“Just usually?” I replied, letting the hint of a growl creep into my voice.

His shoulders lifted a little as he gave a little shrug. “Mostly?”

I knew from his sassy tone that he was giving me crap, one of the many things I loved about him. He also knew just what wasgoing to happen and almost got away before I started ticking him.

“Okay, okay,” he squealed, squirming and trying to slide onto the floor to escape my grasp. “Daddy’s mostly always right. Mostly, mostly always!”

His hollering earned us some banging from the other side of the wall, and I instantly quit tormenting him and covered his mouth with my hand until he settled down. After so many years of having the freedom to indulge in whatever type of play we desired at whatever hour we saw fit, this week was going to test my patience. I’d forgotten the inconvenience of having neighbors and wished I’d never concocted this little ruse to ensure that Zephyr’s attitude and behavior were authentic. I hated that so many others had left us jaded enough to feel that we needed to protect ourselves this way, but we’d been bitten more than once and the sting still lingered from the last betrayal.

“I’ll go change,” Zephyr said, hurrying to comply. The smile never left his face, and I could tell that he’d enjoyed witnessing our interaction.

When he emerged again, he was in a tank top and soft looking sleep shorts that I longed to run my fingers over. Tristan had already found a comfortable position sitting on a cushion on the coffee table, one arm resting across my waist as he fed from my left nipple.

“You are welcome to join, if you’d like a taste,” I offered, stunned when he nodded so fast that I didn’t have a moment to feel any nervousness about making the offer so soon.

As carefully as I could without jostling Tristan, I reached for the other accent pillow and passed it to him. Just from how jittery hewas, I could tell he was struggling to take the time to get situated properly as he nearly missed the pillow and wound up sitting half on and half off of it as he leaned forward.

I kept my tone gentle as I reached out to rest my hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Breathe,” I encouraged. “I’m not going to change my mind and rescind the offer. I’ll be right here when you’re ready, so take your time and get settled in comfortably. I produce a lot of milk, so this doesn’t have to be a quick lap and suck unless you want it to be.”

The tip of his pink tongue darted out and his pupils dilated as he released the breath he was holding with a long, low hiss. Shifting my hand from his shoulder to the center of his chest, I was shocked to see that my palm nearly spanned from one side to the other. I could feel his heartbeat pounding, but it quickly began to settle the longer we stayed that way.

“There you go, now fix your pillow,” I murmured, drawing my hand away so he could move.

This time he took his time plumping it and making sure his behind was on it completely when he sat back down. Unlike Tristan’s long, wavy strands, Zephyr’s hair only went to his shoulders, but it curled at the end, framing his pixie face beautifully. His hands slid along his thighs as he leaned closer, but I hoped he’d soon realize that he didn’t have to keep them there. He was free to touch me, and I hoped he would once he’d latched on.

When he did, he proved to have the gentlest mouth I’d ever felt, all soft lips smeared with glittery lip gloss that left sparkles on my chest. His tongue stroked over my nipple, then he groaned as I felt the immense relief of my milk flowing. A low moan spilled from my lips as he began sucking, and I couldn’t resist strokinghis hair to feel if it was as silky as it looked. It really was. The sound of him sigh-moaning with each little pull vibrated through me. I felt his hesitant fingers sliding across my abs, just below Tristan’s, and I looked down to see their heads almost touching while they nursed from me.

While Tristan fed with the same relaxed ease as he did every night, Zephyr started out gulping, until I started running my fingers up and down the back of his neck, pressing my fingers in more with every pass, until his shoulders relaxed and he leaned more of his weight against me, his pulls slowing as he realized that I’d been serious about not going anywhere.

Why would I want to?

After so many evenings of being engorged and uncomfortable until I’d been free to rush for my pump, my body was finally getting the relief it needed, and I was very happy indeed. Every now and again a little slurp or grunt slipped from one of them, signs that they were fully enjoying the experience.

“That’s it, little one, take all you’d like,” I murmured, not that Zephyr needed any encouragement.

The boy who’d taken so little at the table seemed to be hungry, hungry, hungry. His tongue massaged me, his lips caressed me, while on the other side of my body, Tristan sighed and lapped at my nipple, feeding lazily now as he coaxed it out in steady drops. The motion had a teasing feel that began to set my body on fire, and I tapped him on the nose to remind him that we would not be progressing past this point for the night.

Tomorrow, maybe we’d see how much Zephyr enjoyed being touched by something other than ropes, or maybe we’d save that for the day after, as Tristan had a good chunk of the day andevening already mapped out. I understood his need to capture all he could while he had such an amazing muse on hand, but as Zephyr let out the softest little rumble, I just knew in my soul that he wasn’t going anywhere.

My hands slid down his arms, lightly, just mapping the feel of him beneath my fingers. That crop top had shown off a pierced bellybutton and left me wondering if he had other piercings hidden beneath his shirt.

Those sleep shorts, damn, they really were as soft as they’d looked when he’d stepped into the room, and as my hands settled on the outsides of his thighs, he moaned and sent a vibration through my body that went straight to my cock. Tristan must have sensed it, too, because that adorable little ball of chaos dragged his hand down to rest in my lap, sweeping Zephyr’s right along with it.

One began caressing me, then the other joined in, slow, gentle rubs that weren’t nearly enough to get me off, but more than enough to blot out every thought, leaving me with nothing but pleasure and the soft haze of a mind that didn’t need to be concerned about anything. Time ceased to exist, not that I needed it to. Right now, in this moment, I had everything I needed, wanted and could ever wish for. Holding him, feeling the way he’d trembled at my first touch, so eager for that physical connection, I began to feel like he might need us as much as we needed him. As far as I was concerned, that was the best scenario that could have played out for the three of us.

5

ZEPHYR

Stepping outside, I sucked in a deep breath and tipped my head back to watch the moon slipping down the horizon. The view was perfect to make it my focal point as I went through my warmup sketches while Tristan set up his equipment and explained what he needed me to do.

“I’m thinking of calling these pieces greet the day,” Tristan said. “So, I’d love for you to ease in slowly, like you’re just waking up and shaking off the last remnants of sleep. Stretch like you’re doing now and build momentum as the sun comes up. When the light hits just right, that’s when you’ll go into your more complicated acrobatics, like that snatchcannon you showed me, that was awesome.”

I thought about it for several seconds, putting together a routine in my mind. “Basically, you’d like me to run through my warmup routine, then work my way through beginner and mid-level combinations until you’re ready for me to nail the more difficult techniques.”

“Exactly, yes, just that.”

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