Page 48 of The Grumpy Vet
"Yes," I say, my voice breathy and strained.
"Because if it's too much or you're not comfortable, I can stop. I wasn't planning this. It just came out of nowhere."
"Don't stop. Please."
A charged silence lingers in the air. "So you want me to keep going?" he checks.
"Yes," I rasp, licking my lips hungrily, desperate for more of Linus's cock, which is dangling tantalisingly close to my face, desperate to have my best friend control my movements, reducing me to being a mouth hole for Linus's pleasure while not making me feel reduced at all.
"I can continue or…I can go even further if you want? Go harder."
"Harder," I whine, not caring how needy I sound. "Pleeease."
"You okay with that, Linus?"
His cocks jerks in front of my eyes. "Very okay."
"All right then."
The next thing I know, Dario's hands are at the back of my head, and in one swift motion, he forces me onto Linus's cock so hard, so fast, so deep I almost choke. This is nasty and so fucking hot.
Dragging me by the sides of my head, Dario slides me up and down on Linus's dick, using me like I'm a ragdoll. Saliva and pre-come escape out the sides of my mouth, dribbling down my chin, but not one of us cares.
He increases the pace, and I try to match my breathing to it as he pounds me up and down the entire length of Linus's massive cock. That's when I realise—I'm deepthroating Linus. Dario has trained my mouth so well I'm able to take the whole thing.
I don't have time to revel in my celebration, or even verbalise it to the guys, because Dario is relentless. "Eat that fucking cock," he growls.
My eyes fall into the back of my head at the heat of his command, and I fully surrender whatever sliver of self-control I had. I'm totally at his mercy now. He can do whatever he wants with me.
"I'm gonna come," Linus pants.
"Good. Fill his throat," Dario responds, his voice deeper and lower than I've ever heard it.
"Okay, I'm coming," Linus cries out, and Dario responds by holding me in place as Linus empties himself in my mouth.
And in this moment, the certainty of the situation hits me. It's us. The three of us.
Nothing else makes sense.
Linus
"How's he doing?" I ask the nurse, stepping into my father's room.
She leaves the clipboard she was examining, hooking it onto the end of the bed, and walks over to me.
She places a hand on my arm, her expression soft. “Love, I need to be honest with you—your dad’s slipping fast. He’s been struggling more each day, and we’re seeing signs that his body is slowing down.”
"I see." I glance over at the frail figure on the bed. He looks so small. Hard to believe the man once seemed like a giant to me. "What can I do?"
"Just be with him." Her voice drops, quiet but sure. “We’re doing everything we can to keep him comfortable.”
"Thank you," I say.
She gives me a warm smile and slips out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her. I pull up a chair next to the bed. I don't know what to do so I hold my old man's frail hand. There's not much point in talking since I don't know what to say. Don't even know if he can hear me, and even if he can, he's not ableto respond. He's just staring blankly, head tilted towards the window, dry lips slightly parted.
A few minutes pass, and something stirs in me. Fuck it. Even if it's going to be a one-sided conversation, there's some shit I need to get off my chest.
I hook my fingers under his jaw, gently turning his head so he faces me. I stare into his dark-hazel eyes. "I forgive you, Dad. For everything. You did the best that you could. It must've been tough, raising me without Mum. Running the clinic. Not having anyone to talk to or lean on. I get that. I really do."
