Page 77 of Murder & Mayhem
Daddy’s intense gaze bored into me and I was squirming, desperate for more.
“Clothes off, sweetheart.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, tossing my shirt over my head. It landed on top of Slash’s cut-up body, but I didn’t care. Pants next. I wasn’t wearing underwear, since Daddy loved that so much, and soon I was naked in front of him.
Big hands slid under my ass, cupping my upper thighs. I wrapped my arms around Nicky’s neck, and he picked me up, bringing me over to the table full of weapons and tools he’d used on Slash. Holding me with one arm, he brushed it all off with the other, the sound of clanging metal nearly deafening in the small space. He dropped me on my back on the table before the last piece had stopped rattling. Then he was on top of me, his mouth ravishing mine.
The table groaned with our combined weight, and I had a brief moment of worry that it wouldn’t hold, but then Daddy’s teeth took hold of my nipple and I had no more thoughts.
“So beautiful. Love you, baby boy. Love how lucky I am to call you mine.”
I shivered before slipping my hands down the back of Dominic’s pants, feeling his bare ass.
I wasn’t as triggered by him being clothed while I was naked anymore. I trusted Dominic. When I looked at him, I didn’t see any of the hell from my past. I only saw Nicky, the man who’d saved me. My Daddy. My finger grazed along his dry hole, and he hissed.
Even after all this time, we rarely did any anal play. I’d learned over time that I was likely a side, meaning I didn’t like or want penetration. Whether I’d have always been like that orit had been trauma induced, I had no idea. It was just the way I was. Nicky never minded though.
We’d tried once for me to top Dominic, and it hadn’t gone well. I still couldn’t stay hard most of the time, and the strap-on only made me feel awkward. So, we never played like that. It was okay, as there were plenty of other things we could do. Though, I would say my Daddy did like a finger in his hole when he was getting his cock sucked.
“Daddy, please tell me you have lube. Please, please, please. I want you to fuck my thighs.”
Growling, Daddy sucked a bruise on my neck.
“My needy, horny boy. Of fucking course I have lube.”
“Best Daddy ever.”
Nicky laughed and dug the packet out of his pants, tossing it on the table beside us. Then it was a slow race to undress him. We kept getting distracted with kisses and him teasing my nipples.
Finally, he was naked. My hands traced patterns over his tattoos. They still mesmerized me after all this time.
“Love your tattoos, Daddy. I want to lick them.”
He tugged on my hair, moaning obscenely.
“Lick them, baby boy. I want to feel your tongue all over my body.”
Yes, fucking please. I started on his peck, tracing the designs with my tongue, down over his nipple and then down his abs. That was when Nicky lost control and I was being flipped onto my stomach.
“Gonna fuck these thighs now, beautiful.”
I held onto the edge of the table for purchase. My toes barely reached the floor, so all I could do was hang there. Dominic tore open the lube, and the slick sounds of him coating his dick were so obscene, I started to hump the table in desperation.
“Close your legs.”
I obeyed, and Dominic slid in, right below my ass. I tightened my hold as best as I could to give him all the friction he needed. Nicky’s fingers dug into my hips and he lowered himself so he was mostly lying on top of me. I winced when the table groaned again.
Nicky either didn’t hear or didn’t care because he began thrusting. “Daddy!” I cried out.
“You’re so good for me. Holding these thighs nice and tight, giving me a perfect place to get off.”
“Ungh.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head. It amazed me how good I felt when Dominic fucked me like this. It probably shouldn’t, but knowing we’d found a way to still give him this without anal, it gave me more pleasure than him actually fucking me ever would.
“Gonna come, baby. Gonna soak your thighs.”
“Face, Daddy. Come on my face.”
“Fuck.”
