Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Overstimulated was the only word I could find to describe how Joel felt between us. He was shaking and moaning and doing his best to hold us both as Dean made love to his mouth. Just as I could feel Dean easing back, Joel cried out into his mouth and jolted like fireworks had blasted through him.
Well, that’d been unplanned.
Dean was pleased as fuck, though, and looked like he’d been handed a million dollars and the keys to a mansion as he eased back and shook his head. “Are you supposed to do that in the kitchen?”
Joel leaned back into me like he had no plans on holding himself upright. “Oops.”
Chapter 9
Joel
Wow.
Orgasming with other people just kept getting better and better.
Master Dean was even Master and didn’t look worried.
No, he looked very confident as he raised one eyebrow. “Is that the right response to my question?”
He was so good at that.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to come again.” Dean really was incredible at making me feel so good. “When you glare and do the eyebrow thing you make me feel naughty.”
“You were.” His dry response had my penis trying to get everyone’s attention again. “I’m fairly confident that one of the main rules you listed off not too long ago was no cum in the kitchen.”
Possibly.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I must not have thought it through all the way.” Yes, more consideration was necessary. “I’m going to need time to re-evaluate that one.”
Tate was shaking and barely holding back his laughter behind me, so it was Dean and his frown that I knew I needed to keep my eye on. “Does it count if I’m wearing undies? See? I didn’t even think to ask that question.”
Looking down between us, I thought about the question. “I haven’t gotten cum on the floor, but I think I’d really like it if someone told me I was naughty for making my undies dirty. Undies. Not briefs, please.”
Communication.
It was important to make sure I got exactly what I wanted.
My mother had always said it was for dates and dinners and to make sure Tate picked up his socks, but I was starting to wonder if she realized it could be used for more than her slightly narrow list.
Dean’s lips twitched.
Yes!
“Your little cutie made a mess, didn’t it?” Dean’s low tone and sexy question sent a shiver through me. “Your undies are dirty, slut.”
Oh, wow.
That’d been even better than I’d expected.
“Naughty boys who orgasm in the kitchen should probably be spanked.” Yep, that was what my friends online had said so it had to be true.
Tate kissed my head in a very not right now kind of way, so I sighed even before he started talking. “Stop being so dramatic. I want to spank you the first time when you’re still hard and desperate for an orgasm. I’m pretty sure that will be the best way to make it perfect for you.”
I hated it when he was logical.
“Fine.” He probably wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t have to like it.
“You two just see the world differently sometimes.” Dean was shaking his head, but there was a sparkle in his eyes that said he wanted to laugh. “But I would have to agree with the when to give a first spanking decision. Everything I read said that would be the best option for a funishment spanking.”
Oh.
That was a good reminder of something we needed to address before anyone got seriously interested in making my bottom pretty. I didn’t think they’d get upset but it was important so I didn’t get distracted. “I don’t believe in corporal punishments for correcting behavior. My behavior or someone else’s. My bottom is only for happy heat.”
I could quote them the studies on why I was right, but luckily for all of us, they didn’t make me lecture them.
“Never.” Dean’s eyes went wide and he shook his head. “If we can’t talk it out, no matter what it is, then we’re idiots.”
Tate chuckled. “Okay, no punishment spankings, but let’s not say we’re idiots if we can’t talk it out. That’s just when we get professional help or figure out a different way to explain what the problem is.”
Interesting.
Dean thought so too because as I turned in Tate’s arms, Dean’s head cocked and he stared thoughtfully at Tate.
Tate laughed, shaking his head at both of us. “Therapists? Counselor? Shrink? If we’ve gotten to the point where something is fucking with our relationship, we find someone to talk about it with. I can’t be the only person whose family does the whole get-counseling-when-you-need-it thing.”
Yes.
“My parents seem to think that communication fixes everything and strangers make them nervous.” I wasn’t sure I agreed with that completely because I didn’t care about strangers. It was the people I had to talk to all the time that drove me crazy.