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)
Sometimes he asked interesting questions.
Before I could answer, though, he kept chattering. “Did I do a bad job and you need to come again? Did I do a really good job and you want more? Are you thinking about doing something else to me? Is one orgasm not enough for you?”
“You did a wonderful job.” Dean’s anxiety spiked high at that question and he leaned closer to wrap his arm around Joel without realizing what he’d done. “Tate loved it.”
They were adorable.
“You did a wonderful job, but you’re wiggling on my dick and you were making sexy fuck-me sounds while you were drinking your juice.” Letting my expression go more serious, I glared at the giggling nut. “Now, apologize for making Dean worry and tell him that you know you’re a wonderfully naughty cockwarmer.”
He made me say the craziest things.
“I’m sorry, Dean.” Joel leaned over and kissed his cheek, doing his best to look adorable. “I was just teasing Tate. His cock keeps jerking under my bottom.”
Dean just blinked as his brain reset.
Eventually we were going to break it, but for the time being it booted up again. “I’m glad you were only teasing. I just worried first and realized that second.”
Joel loved that answer and nearly threw himself at Dean. “Because I’m important to you. That’s so sweet.”
He might’ve had a point.
“Let’s not worry him into getting an ulcer, though.” Giving them both quick kisses, I chuckled as Dean blushed. “Even if he’s cute when he does it.”
Joel’s giggles made Dean sigh, but he didn’t give us any pushback on the cute part. “Yes, Master Tate.”
That was more teasing than a serious title, so I snorted. “Cheeky brat.”
Joel nodded but his laughter had him nearly sliding off my lap before I caught him. He gave me another cheek kiss, not worried at all. “You’ll just have to find interesting ways of controlling me.”
He was entirely too excited about that idea.
“I’m not sure challenging his imagination is a good idea.” Dean was definitely the thinker of the two. “How about you wait on that until after you see what else he comes up with on his own first?”
Joel was attempting to look innocent, but the way he was wiggling his ass over my dick made it completely unbelievable. “You’re so smart.”
Dean rolled his eyes but he leaned in so Joel could give him another kiss too. “Brat.”
Yep.
He was an interesting one, though.
Juice seemed to have recharged his curious brain because he stopped flirting like a switch had been flicked and sat up straight, looking between us. “What do BDSM partners do?”
Huh?
Dean looked just as confused as I felt, but luckily for both of us, Joel kept going. “I know what dates do together. They have dinner and stare at each other until someone gives in and talks about themselves. I know what married people do. They have sex and play board games when they’re not running errands.”
His family was so weird.
“But what do BDSM partners do?” Still glancing between us, he frowned. “Do they just have sex and do scenes or do they do the whole stare and eat thing too?”
What the fuck had he been doing on dates?
Chapter 12
Joel
The way their heads cocked and they frowned said they didn’t know what BDSM partners did either.
Well, we could make it up then because I hadn’t seen the answer online anywhere.
“How about we just keep treating it like we’re friends but we do naked things too?” That seemed like the simplest answer, but judging by the way they were staring at me, I wasn’t sure it was going to be that easy.
“Um, I think we can mix and match?” Dean was taking a minute to figure it out but he was more helpful than Tate who just looked confused. “I think the having sex part means that we can do the board games too.”
“That’s great.” It would give us so much more to do. “And thank you for letting me know I’m board game important to you.”
“Wait. Go back.” Tate was still frowning but at least he’d found a response. “Only married people do board games? Is that why you wouldn’t do drunk board game night at the frat?”
Candyland was not more fun drunk no matter what they said.
“Of course.” They were all naughty. “That’s so personal. Why would you want to do it with someone you’re not married to? Or at the very least very special to.”
They just blinked at me.
“You’ll put on your list that you want one of us to lick your ass but you think playing Chutes and Ladders drunk is intimate? That’s what you meant by personal, right?” Dean was doing a great job asking questions but they were confusing.
“Yes, I would like someone to lick my bottom. That’s got great reviews online, but don’t worry, I’ll lick too. I’m not selfish and I don’t see that as a top versus bottom thing.” Some of those debates got weird, but I didn’t think it made a difference who was the licker and who was the lickee.