Page 34 of Their Little Helper

So I gave him more, stroking his chest and teasing his nipples as I licked and nibbled. It wasn’t the aggressive passion we’d started out with but it sent warmth flooding through me as I made him moan. “That’s right. I’m going to make you feel so good, brat.”

Dally chuckled, closing his eyes as I worked my way lower and Harley helped move Dally’s shirt to the side of the couch. “Let’s see you try, Pokey.”

Brat.

Harley made another happy sound, like he knew what I was saying in my head, but he was still content to cuddle his Daddy as I kissed lower and slid down to the floor. His soft smile said he was good with the direction things had taken and he stroked my head as I nibbled on Dally’s flat nipples.

Our drama queen moaned and writhed in Harley’s lap, but he wasn’t content with slow and gentle. “Fucking hell. You’re trying to kill me.”

Brat.

Harley barely held back a giggle as Dally reached for his pants. “You guys have had me hard for years at this point.”

He had no patience at all.

But since I’d promised to fuck him hard, I swatted away his hands as Harley leaned him back. “Mine. We’ve already established that.”

Snorting, Dally let us take over. “Bullshit. That’s fine print we need to work out later.”

I was more than ready to defend my position, but as Harley leaned Dally back, he whispered in his Daddy’s ear earning another dramatic sound. “Baby, that’s cheating.”

Hmm…was our boy on my side?

He wasn’t in the right headspace to quiz him and it wasn’t the right time for a conversation, so I let it go for the moment.Dally might kill me if I derailed his plan of getting pounded. He seemed like the type toneedthe physical side of the relationship in some way beyond it just being pleasurable.

Was it about security?

Love?

There was something important about it to him but I pushed my questions to the back of my mind as I stripped off his pants. The sight underneath was lovely, but it was the two of them together as Harley held Dally that was perfection.

Nuzzling and snuggling Dally, Harley kissed his neck and stroked his chest as I stripped off the tiniest briefs I’d ever seen. They were basically just a dick decoration and I definitely approved, but Harley giggled at the site of Dally’s cock nearly bursting the seams.

Dally didn’t mind, though. He just moaned as I slowly peeled them over his leaking erection. “I should’ve dressed for support not sexiness this morning. These have been strangling me.”

Harley thought that was funny, but I leaned over and licked the head as I stripped the scrap of fabric down his legs. “Oh, I think these are perfect.”

Dally was just the right size to pull them off and look sexy as hell, but Harley and I would’ve probably looked like we were wearing a bandage instead of underwear. We were going to make sure Dally had them in a variety of colors, though, and Harley’s cute giggle said he approved too.

“Let me kiss it and make it better.” The teasing got a groan from Dally and a silly giggle from Harley. But Dally didn’t complainabout the ridiculousness of it once my mouth was wrapped around his cock.

No…no complaints…just moans and shaking as he tried to resist the urge to fuck my throat. Not that he needed to hold himself back.

So as I slowly pulled off, giving the head firm suction that had Dally shaking, I made sure he understood that as I released his cock. “Don’t hold back on my account.”

Dally made a strangled sound as I went back to driving him crazy and got out the lube I’d grabbed on my way to get Harley’s drink. “You…you’re trying to make me come. It’s…it’s a fucking power trip.”

Maybe.

But he still thrust up and groaned as I swallowed around the head of his cock. “Fuck.”

Humming softly around him got another desperate, sexy sound from him and made me want to laugh. But what made it even better was Harley’s adorable innocence. “How is he doing that? My toothbrush makes me gag.”

Dally couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to laugh or moan, but as I pulled almost all the way off and gave the head more attention, he turned and nuzzled Harley. “Practice…it’s…it takes time to lose your gag reflex, baby. We…we can practice.”

Always the Daddy to his boy.

It was cute and a wonderful distraction, so he didn’t notice the dirty sound of the lube as I slicked up two fingers.

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