Page 48 of Milked

When Father finished, Ryder came at me and pulled me into a kiss to share Father’s cum. I tasted the ever-familiar flavor I’d come to know and love, our fingers digging into each other’s skin.

He fisted our hair again and pried us apart. “Enough. My turn.”

We stood, and Father first gathered me in his arms. “What a beautiful and good boy you were. You were absolutely perfect as always, Precious.” He pulled me into a kiss. It was slow, his tongue exploring and tasting himself as his arms wrapped around me in a loving embrace.

He pried himself away before pulling Ryder against him. “Sweet boy… you, too, were perfect. How responsive you were, and the way you obey… and not obey for your punishment. You’ve come into this relationship with ease, as if you’ve been doing this your entire life.”

Father then kissed him, too. Ryder melted into him, holding him tight, letting himself be owned by my father.

He let him go and looked at me. “Please take our Ryder up to your bathroom and bathe him in your tub. I’ll take a quick shower. Then, meet me in my bed.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Yes, sir.”

He walked off and headed upstairs to shower. I took Ryder’s hand in mine and led him to the kitchen first, where I poured a large glass of water for us.

“Drink.”

He chugged his back, some dripping down from the corners of his mouth, clearly thirsty as I drank mine down.

When we finished, we put our glasses into the dishwasher, and I threaded our fingers together, dragging him upstairs and into my bedroom.

“I left my clothes—”

“We sleep naked. You don’t need anything.”

I stepped into my ensuite and ran the water to get warm in the large freestanding soaking stone tub. Once the water was hot enough, I put the stopper in. As the tub filled, I grabbed a small vial of essential oil and added several drops to the water. The air quickly filled with the scents of vanilla, sandalwood, and amber.

I took Ryder’s hand and stepped into the water, then tugged him in, too. He climbed in behind me, and we sat facing each other.

I smiled at his sweet and sleepy face. With no control of my own, my fingers reached for his cheek and grazed the skin, the stubble starting to peek through.

His eyes closed, and he leaned into the touch, making my heart beat faster. There was something about this man that was special. I knew he’d be perfect for Father and me, but not by how much. He was quickly becoming a part of our lives, belonging with us, as if he was always meant to be our perfect third. I definitely wanted more of Ryder in our lives, and I could tell Father did, too.

Before I could ask him how he felt about tonight, he said, “I want more, Finn. I… fucking loved this. It feels like I’ve known you both for longer than a few weeks. Y’all are so patient and… I don’t know.”

“I understand, Rye-baby.”

His hazels met my eyes. “You do?”

I nodded, grabbed the washrag, and dunked it into the water before filling the cloth with body wash. “Yes, I was just thinking about how you feel so natural being with us.”

“I think so, too.”

“You should also tell Father this. I know he’d love to hear that.”

“Okay.”

Ryder closed his eyes as I bathed him, the aromatic steam covering us, relaxing us.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

I grinned and ran the cloth over his face, making sure to get all the cum off of him. “Of course.”

He pressed his lips to mine, giving me a small and tender kiss, no tongue involved, before pulling away.

After we finished bathing, I dried him off because I felt like it, and then dried myself off.

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