Page 33 of Their Little House Colter
“Tell me, sweet boys, what do you need?”
“We need you, Daddy.”
“You have me. You have all of me.”
From there, we were a pile of limbs holding each other, kissing each other, needing more and more until we were all on the brink of explosion.
“Let’s move this to the bed.” Daddy guided us there, his hand on our lower backs. “I’ll join you in a minute. I want to watch my boys play.”
There was not much hotter than knowing we were putting on a show for Daddy.
Dallas took over, pulling me down on top of him for a kiss, his hands grabbing my ass as his hardness pressed against my own. If we kept going like this, we were going to come before Daddy even got on the bed…not that I wanted to stop. Having Dallas underneath me was one of my favorite things—along with having him on top of me, with Daddy, beside me…you know, having him there.
We rolled onto our sides, Dallas kissing a path down my neck as I reached between us and wrapped my hand around our hardness as best I could. Gods, it felt amazing.
Dallas reached for Ari. “Join us,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “We need to feel you, too.”
Ari moved toward the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he joined us.
“Look at how good you made Daddy feel with your affection toward one another,” he murmured, threading his fingers through my hair and drawing me in for a kiss that stole my breath.
His lips were different from Dallas’—firmer, more commanding, but with an underlying gentleness that was all Daddy.
When he pulled away, his attention shifted to Dallas, who watched us with parted lips and hungry eyes.
Watching them kiss was one of my favorite things. “You’re both so beautiful together.”
They broke apart, turning their attention to me. Dallas pressed his lips to my shoulder while Ari ran a finger down my arm.
“Your turn.” Daddy guided Dallas’ mouth to mine again.
We took turns like that—a triangle of kisses and touches, the world narrowing until it was just the three of us.
Dallas’ hands roamed over us, touching everywhere he could reach, his usual composure completely abandoned. “Gods, I need more.”
Ari paused, his hand resting on Dallas’ hip. “What do you want, exactly?”
I loved it when Daddy let one of us take over like this. Having him in control was great, but there was a naughty itch this scratched.
Dallas looked between us, a huge smile on his face. “I want… I want to be inside Colter while you’re inside me, Daddy.”
“Yes!” I was all for that plan.
Daddy chuckled. “I’ll take that to mean that’s what you both want.”
We both nodded like little bobbleheads—naughty little bobbleheads.
Now that we all knew what was on the table, we didn’t waste time getting into position. Dallas pressed me back against the pillows, his eyes holding mine as Ari reached for supplies from the nightstand.
“You good?” Dallas whispered.
“More than.” I watched over his shoulder as Ari knelt behind him, one hand splayed possessively on Dallas’ lower back. The sight of them both stealing my breath.
Dallas prepared me as Ari worked on him. His slick fingers circled my entrance, one entering then another, and finally a third, all while he paid attention to my balls. Dallas knew what I needed, and he was making sure I had it.
But the best part of all? When he lost his rhythm or stopped altogether because Daddy was making him feel so good, he couldn’t handle both at the same time. Watching him come undone like that was so beyond delicious.
“Now,” I pleaded when I could no longer handle the anticipation. “Please, Dallas.”
