Page 64 of Tender
But instead of going back to him, Emmett straddled Miles’s thighs, then rose to his knees.“Take my briefs off, baby.”
Miles’s fingers trembled as he did, tugging them down as far as he could manage.Emmett had thin, light brown curls over his mound, the lips swollen and split around a small cock.Miles took it all in, wanting to lean forward and taste.
He licked his lips.
“Go ahead,” Emmett murmured, just loud enough for Miles to hear.
Grabbing the backs of Emmett’s thighs, Miles opened his mouth and sucked the cock between his teeth.He didn’t bite down—he knew better than that.He just allowed himself to taste the heady musk of his gorgeous man.The cock twitched, fat and throbbing with Emmett’s pulse, and Miles gave another hard suck, making Emmett moan.
“Fuck, baby.Your mouth feels so good.”
In front of them, on the floor where he was kneeling, Cosimo grunted again.
Emmett smiled as he stroked fingers down Miles’s cheek.“He likes hearing me get off.He’s not going to come,”he said, making his voice louder.“Not tonight.But if he’s good and sits there like I asked, he’ll get to suck your dick.”
Miles hummed in anticipation, making Emmett suck in a breath.His hips gave a gentle thrust, and Miles laved at his cock with his tongue.
“Touch me,” Emmett said.
Miles’s fingers began to explore the inside of Emmett’s thighs, up and up until he found his hole.It was warm and a little wet, and Miles was able to slip two fingers inside, pumping with the rhythm of his mouth.
Emmett gasped, urging Miles to keep going, tangling his fingers in his hair to control the rhythm.“That’s it, baby.Take Daddy’s cock.God, you’re so good at this.So perfect.”
Miles’s own dick kicked, and he knew he’d shoot off if Emmett so much as grazed him, so he pushed his own hips back as he began to finger Emmett in earnest.He circled his tongue around his Daddy’s cock, licking, sucking, drawing out the pleasure as best he knew how.
Emmett’s moans were like a symphony, and Miles wanted to get lost in the notes.It felt like no time at all, and yet a lingering forever, before Emmett’s thrusts sped up, and then he spasmed around Miles’s fingers, gushing hot and thick over his knuckles.
“Fuck.”Emmett’s voice was thready and weak.He reached above Miles’s head, pressing his hand to the headboard to steady himself, and Miles fingered him through the aftershocks until the pulsing slowed.
Miles pulled his fingers out, and Emmett caught him by the wrist.“Save that.”
Unsure what he meant, Miles remained stock still as Emmett climbed from the bed, kicked his briefs to the corner of the room, then grabbed Cosimo by the hair.He dragged him to the edge of the bed, then gestured for Miles to reach his hand out.
And then it made sense.
Emmett tightened his grip on Cosimo and leaned in.“Open.”
Cosimo obeyed, sticking out his tongue, and Miles stared at it before he touched it with the two fingers that had been inside Emmett.Cosimo licked them clean, groaning softly.
“Good,” Emmett said.Not ‘good boy’, like he said to Miles.Somehow, that settled him.“Now, get on the bed and make him come.”
Miles started to reach for Cosimo when the man began to search, but Emmett shook his head sternly, and Miles quickly dropped his hands to his sides.
‘Good boy,’ Emmett signed, mouthing the words. He didn’t use the sign for ‘boy’ though. It was something else, fingers drawn from the chin. Miles made a mental note to ask later. Right then, it didn’t matter
He was too busy preening under all of Emmett’s attention and praise.He spread his thighs as Cosimo crept closer, and it wasn’t long before a warm, soft hand was gripping his cock, guiding it to the man’s hot mouth.He got to work instantly, sucking Miles all the way to the back of his throat.Miles’s head hit the wall, his eyes rolling back, and a noise he hadn’t realized he could make escaped his chest.
“He’s good at that, isn’t he?” Emmett cooed.Miles felt the bed shift as his Daddy sat.“I mean, he should be.He’s a fucking cock-slut.He’d probably suck a dildo to sleep if I let him.”
Cosimo shuddered and groaned as he began to bob his head, almost like he was trying to rip Miles’s orgasm from his body.
Emmett touched Miles’s chin.“Look at me, baby.”
Miles did.“Daddy,” he whispered.
Pride filled Emmett’s eyes.“We are so lucky to have you.I can’t believe we found you.”
Miles wanted that to be true.So badly.He needed it to be true. He licked at his dry lips as his hips began to move, and Emmett continued to hold his gaze, even as Cosimo began to lick around his slit.
