Page 69 of Phantom Faceoff
Zander
I wantMalachi Blanchard more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.
His hard cock juts from his boxer-briefs obscenely with a wet spot at the tip that I’m dying to get my lips around, but Daddy said no touching, and I want to be good.
He doesn’t stop my wandering fingers, soaking in the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.
His attention shifts from me to Julian—writhing and panting on the bed.
“Are you okay, Jules?”
“Uh huh,” he says in a quiet but sure voice. “I’m good, Daddy.”
Malachi smiles, and it’s so soft and affectionate that my chest aches. I withdraw my fingers from the leg of his boxers and find the knot in the laces I tied around his wrists. It only takes a few tugs for it to fall to the floor, and I breathe a sigh of pure relief when the first thing Malachi does is thread his fingers through my hair and hold tight.
“Take his underwear off and give his dick some appreciation. He’s letting you use him so good. Let him use you.”
Hot. He’s so fucking hot.
He tugs my head back and stares down at me with those intensely gray eyes like storm clouds. “I mean it. Jules isn’t just here to be my stand in. This is just as much about him as it is you and me.”
I swallow roughly and nod. It’s hard to focus on two people at once, especially with Malachi involved, because all I want to do is drag him down to me and kiss and touch until we’re both covered in each other’s spunk.
He guides me forward—the smallest nudge—and secretly I like the way he holds me. A reminder that he’s watching, that he’s taking care of us.
I grip Julian’s poor, stretched out underwear and slip them the rest of the way down his legs, cute little cock bouncing against his stomach now that it’s free. My hands land on Julian’s ass cheeks, kneading and spreading them apart to see his greedy hole flutter.
I lean in and lick a stripe up the underside of his dick, then suck the salty precum from the tip. Malachi’s fingers dig into my scalp, and I take a little more of his dick in my mouth.
Take care of him,Malachi’s fingers say as they twist on my hair.
I take Julian’s dick to the back of my throat, resting a hand on his hip to keep him from thrusting and trailing the other up his abdomen.
“Zander.” He latches a hand onto mine, gasping and groaning with each long, slow draw on his cock.
He’s eager, responsive to every lick, suck, and moan I make. When his dick starts to swell, I pop off and grip him hard at the base. He throws his head back and thrusts his hips up, but I hold him still.
When I look up at Malachi, he’s staring down at Julian with adoration in his eyes. He brushes hair tangled with sweat out of Julian’s eyes and rubs his thumb over his cheekbone.
“You’re taking him so good, you know that, baby boy?”
I’ve never heard Malachi talk like this: so sweet and reverent.
“You wanna come with Zander inside you? Want his dick again, baby?”
And so fucking dirty at the same time.
Malachi lets go of my hair and motions for me to stand. I do, without question, and immediately Julian reaches for me. His arms wrap around my shoulders, legs hooking around my waist, and our mouths collide in a fervent kiss.
Pure neediness leaks from him. From every little noise he makes into my mouth. From the rock of his hips as he searches for friction on his neglected dick.
Malachi is right. Julian is being good and patient—he deserves some undivided attention.
I fit a hand between us to wrap around his cock, stroking it slow as I line myself back up with his hole. He whimpers and bares down until the head pops in, and it takes all of my willpower not to pound into him.
“You feel so good,” I whisper to him, dragging my lips to his neck. “Do you like Daddy watching you take dick?”
He doesn’t answer right away, and when his jaw quivers, I bring my forehead to his. Maybe I read their dynamic wrong; I’m not sure of the right way to address the ‘Daddy’ thing between them.
