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He slowly pulled the shorts down to Ryder’s knees before he had to squat to drag them down to Ryder’s feet and all the way off. Ryder’s hands opened and closed, as if not knowing what to do with them.

“Touch Finn,” I ordered. “You can put your hands on him or run your fingers through his hair. Feel free to explore his skin as you did earlier tonight by the pool.”

He nodded, and when Finn stood straight, Ryder slowly ran his fingers over his shoulders, along his pecs and abs, exploring every ridge and bump. I knew how soft the skin was, as I’d touched it often. It was perfect skin.

Ryder’s skin was no less beautiful, just paler. He took good care of his body, too, clearly working out regularly, with strong abs.

Still wearing clothes, I walked over to a plush chair sitting in a corner, crossed a leg over my knee, and steepled my fingers under my chin to watch the two young men interact. My cock ached already, and I looked forward to Ryder sucking it down, but not tonight.

They were hard as rocks, too. Ryder was longer, but Finn was thicker and, of course, pierced. Both were gorgeous. I imagined ways we could have fun together, fantasies played out in my head, and I made mental notes on particular scenarios I wanted to try.

“Kiss each other,” I ordered.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Ryder?” I warned.

“Oh… yes, sir.”

Finn’s hands went straight to the sides of Ryder’s head, taking fistfuls of his hair as they plunged their mouths together. Ryder’s hands rested gently on Finn’s hips, fingers slightly digging into the flesh.

“More tongue,” I said.

They tilted their heads, and the kiss deepened, Ryder following Finn’s lead. Their bodies were flush against each other as hands now explored.

I grinned when Ryder thrust against Finn, as if desperately seeking friction.

Yes, we were all going to enjoy this.

“On your knees, Precious. Please our Ryder.”

“I’d love to, Daddy.”

Chapter 7

Ryder

God,whatwasIdoing? Did I really just sign a document that I agreed to having sex with not only two men but my boss and his stepson? The crazy thing about it was that it excited me. It was finally my chance to be with a man. Even better, it was the very distraction I needed, which was why I jumped into their plan so quickly. Their idea killed two birds with one stone.

Was it weird having my boss sit in his cushioned chair, watching and directing Finn and me naked and fooling around? Definitely. I also liked being guided instead of trying to figure things out. It allowed me to justfeeland enjoy it instead of stressing about it.

Kissing them had been everything. As soon as Finn first pressed his lips to mine, I knew I would like it better than kissing a woman. Despite being delicate and gentle with me, the soft scrape of his stubble and ownership of his lips pulled me to him, desperate for more. The whiskey on his tongue made me even more dizzy than the alcohol. But kissing Knox had been out of this world. His short beard chafed me, burning my skin. His kiss was about ownership, as if he truly desired me, and I wanted to hand him my very soul right then. It was no wonder Finn wanted his stepfather so much. Knox embodied sexuality. He oozed it.

Finn lowered himself down, down, down to his knees, dragging his fingers along my skin. His mouth hovered over my cock, teasing and taunting with his ghosting warm breath, not touching me, but my dick felt alive and thrummed with need.

With Knox’s permission, I got to touch Finn, running my fingers through his blond hair, which was thick with soft waves.

What I wanted was to grab his head and force my cock down his throat, but I didn’t dare. I quickly learned it was Knox who owned the show. Finn and I were just his puppets, and I was completely on board with that.

“Touch Ryder’s cock, but don’t put him in your mouth yet,” Knox ordered.

“Okay, Daddy.” Finn always responded to each order. Was it weird he called Knox, ‘Daddy?’ Yeah, because it wasn’t a dynamic I was familiar with, but it was also surprisingly hot. It worked for them.

Finn’s long fingers wrapped around my length. His hands were smooth and soft, unlike mine. His strokes were languid, and the brush of his thumb was subtle, yet it sent an electric jolt through my body.

He pressed his nose into my groin, his hot breath adding to the arousing sensation. It was a slow build—a tease. I was desperate for more, but I also loved how Finn worked me up—a foreplay within a foreplay.

Even though Finn hadn’t sucked on me yet, it was already better than being with a woman. With the girls I’d dated, blow jobs or hand jobs always seemed like a chore to them, or they didn’t enjoy it. With Finn, it was like he worshiped my cock.

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