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)
“Then just relax and focus on how good it feels.” Tate made a pleased sound as Joel pushed his legs apart and shifted his hips to offer his ass up to us. “That’s right. Good boy.”
Sexy as fuck.
But I had to make that clear or Joel might not relax.
Mentally pumping myself up and reminding myself that Tate had this part under control, I shifted my grip from just holding Joel steady to rubbing his back. Massaging from his neck to his ass got a long sigh from Joel and I could feel his body trying to obey the instructions. “Yes, good boy.”
My words had Tate nodding and he leaned over to give me a quiet kiss on the side of my head. But he didn’t call me out for being nervous. He just stuck to his silent good-job smile and went back to focusing on our boy.
Which was honestly perfect.
I didn’t want this to be about me at all because that would just make it easier to worry about. No. This was about him and Joel and helping our boy to find his tingles and to see if he could orgasm with his cage on.
That was our only goal, so I did my best to keep Joel distracted as Tate fished the lube out of his pocket and got the slim vibrator ready. Whatever the hell Joel had been doing in the bathroom had gotten him used to being penetrated, so I knew the width wouldn’t be an issue, but I still wasn’t sure if he’d be able to actually relax with it inside him.
To me, it would’ve been distracting and embarrassing and I couldn’t imagine finding subspace at all, so I had to keep reminding myself that Joel was very different. It was one of the things that I liked best about him, but it didn’t make it easier to stop worrying until Tate brought the tip of the toy to Joel’s ass and he just sighed.
Yep, nothing like me at all.
So as my heart stopped pounding and my slightly irrational worries faded into the back of my head, I squeezed one of his sexy cheeks and helped open him for Tate. That got another happy sound from Joel, so I squeezed him again…harder that time because we’d already seen his threshold for sexy pain was higher than I’d expected.
Joel made a happy sound and his muscles relaxed, almost pulling the toy inside him. Tate just grinned, loving how eager Joel was, but he kept the toy moving slowly even when Joel tried to push up to take it faster. “But I’m relaxed. See?”
That seemed to be about him pushing up again and pushing out because he got another inch of the toy before Tate popped his bottom. “I’m not going to let you hurt yourself or rush me.”
Joel went quiet but that was mostly because he couldn’t decide if he wanted to moan or pout. He finally settled on a dramatic sigh. “But I like rushing and I was relaxed.”
I wasn’t sure he knew what that word meant.
Tate scoffed but rocked the toy in and out. “If you want tingles, you have to behave.”
The whine that escaped Joel seemed to be a grudging agreement because he stopped wiggling his bottom at us. “Yes, Sir.”
Part of me wanted to laugh at the whole thing, but I wasn’t sure that was the right response in the situation. Tate kind of looked like he wanted to stick his tongue out at Joel, so he might’ve been feeling a bit confused too.
Being a Dom was harder than the internet said it would be.
“Good boy.” Tate didn’t let that frustration distract him, though. He rubbed one hand over the pink area on Joel’s cheek and slowly started fucking him again with the toy. “You’re just going to relax because all your feel goods are going to be here and in your head. That’s why you can’t rush us.”
I was pretty sure his brain and his ass could rush, but Joel sighed again. “I’ll be good. I’m just excited.”
And pouty.
Joel had his face pressed into the couch like he was getting ready to whine and pitch a fit, but he worked at relaxing his muscles and taking deep breaths. “I’m going to be very good so I get my tingles.”
Fingers crossed.
The best way I thought I could help was to keep him distracted by soothing him, so I slipped one hand under his pajama top and slowly ran my hand along his back. “You’re going to be a very good boy. All you need to do is take another deep breath and let Tate have control. You know how much he likes that.”
Nodding his head grudgingly, Joel let out a slightly ragged breath, more from drama and having to be patient than anything else. I knew that confidently because he’d done it waiting for brownies to cool so they didn’t burn his mouth. “I like making Tate happy.”