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"Always such a dirty boy. Did you want to lick my cum up, baby?"
"No." His words don't match his eyes or the actions of his mouth as his pink tongue sticks out between his lips.
"Go ahead, mi amor. Get down on all fours and wipe the mess away with your tongue."
"The floor is dirty."
"So dirty. A dirty floor for a dirty boy. How about you make it clean again."
He nods, taking a few steps toward me. I shake my head. "Crawl to it."
His knees hit the floor and he crawls forward with his cheeks flushing red. His humiliation is clear and so is the satisfaction in his lit up eyes. His tongue comes in contact with the floorand laps up every drop of cum near my feet. His soft hums are beautiful and so is his eagerness to please me. The need vibrates off his body, as he licks up the last drop with half lidded eyes. He rubs his head on the lower part of leg. "Thank you."
"For what, my love?"
His beautiful amber eyes beam up at me, flickering like violent flames. "For giving me what I need."
I kneel down, running my fingers through his damp hair. "I always will."
Twenty-seven
Carlos
The bed moves and a bit of cold air hits my skin when the blanket lifts beside me. A warm body presses against mine and I breathe in the familiar scent of Joey’s strawberry scented hair from when he’d taken a shower last night. I blink my eyes open, tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear. "Is everything okay, Little one?"
"Yeah, I woke up alone and I'm not ready to be in a big bed all by myself in the dark yet. Can I sleep here?"
I glance at the clock on the dresser that reads four a.m. and then back at Joey. "Where's Isaiah?"
“He had trouble sleeping so got up a few hours ago to do some admin work and answer emails from business associates and clients. He figured he could help lighten some of the load for Marcus so it doesn’t become too much for him."
"Isaiah always needed to keep his mind busy during those stressful days. Hopefully he won't be up too much longer. He needs his sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."
"So is that a yes?" Joey looks up at me with heavy eyes.
"To what?"
"To me sleeping in here with you."
"Whatever you need."
He buries his face against my chest. "Good, because I'm already way too comfortable to move."
I pull him closer to me, wrapping my arm around his body and burying my nose in his hair. "Me too."
His breathing evens out and his soft snores fill the room. I close my eyes, letting myself drift off to the soothing sounds. The bed dips again a few minutes after I close my eyes. I may have even fallen asleep for longer than I thought. I open my eyes to Isaiah slipping into the covers beside Joey. "I guess we're sleeping in here now."
I smile, loving the idea of them always being in my bed. "Good thing I upgraded to a king size bed then."
"You do have the best ideas," he says with a sleepy voice. The room grows quiet and Isaiah's arm lightly grazes mine as it slides closer to Joey's waist. I should have turned them both away. Yesterday afternoon, last night in the kitchen and this morning.
The longer I let this continue, the harder it will be when it all ends. Will I be able to go back to the way things were before? To my quiet life I had become accustomed to over the years. Or will I lie awake in bed craving them the same way I've craved Isaiah all these years?
I've never forgotten the way his mouth tasted or how his body felt and now I never will. I could taste Joey on his lips earlier and the combination’s addicting. As soon as I had pulled away, I immediately needed more. Joey wiggles in his sleep and I holdhim tighter, shutting my eyes again. I keep them closed until I drift into a deep sleep.
I jolt awake to Joey's loud whines. He trembles in my arms, releasing soft sobs. "No,'' he screams. "Please don't hurt him. Take me instead." Isaiah's eyes remain closed, and he doesn't move. He must be too exhausted to hear how distressed Joey is.
"Shhh," I whisper, stroking his damp hair. "It's okay, Little one. You're safe."
