Page 278 of Double Daddies
“I-I can’t.”
Fingertips brushed over his shaft as it pumped inside her, circling her entrance where it strained to take his girth. Her hips jerked sharply, again and again, as Tristan teased her clit, bringing her to the edge of orgasm.
“You can. We’re here, Avery. Take the fall and let us catch you.” Thesmack-smack-smackof his groin against her ass was quick and dirty, not giving her a chance to hold herself apart from the experience. “In about thirty seconds, I’m going to lose myself in you. Gonna shove into you so fucking deep, my cum will be leaking from this greedy pussy for days. When I’m done, Daddy Tristan will fill you up, too.”
The Dom hummed around her nipple in agreement.
“By the time we’re done with you, sweetling, you’re gonna be sore and bruised, dripping cum, and you’ll know exactly how much you’re adored.” Clay rolled his hips, changing the angle of penetration, and felt her go rigid. He laughed and released her hair, her thigh, to claim her hips. “G marks the spot, Avery.”
Pounding into her, he knew the precise moment she couldn’t resist any longer. She shuddered viciously, her pelvis hunching to take him deeper. The slender arch of her neck tipped her head back on his shoulder and, with a silent scream, came hard enough to trigger his own orgasm, catching him by surprise.
He groaned, relishing the almost painful pulse of release.
“Good girl. Good girl, Avery.” Panting, he lavished kisses over her damp shoulders, stroking her trembling muscles. Christ, he felt like a goddamn king. “Still with me?”
Tristan eased back, cupping her face in his hands. His gaze flicked to Clay. “I think you scored a homerun. Knocked her clean out of the damn park.”
Exhaling slowly, Clay eased away from her, pleased with her small whine of protest. “She’ll be fine in a few minutes. Lie down, take her with you.” He pressed a kiss to her hair before guiding her down on top of Tristan, then settled in to sandwich her gently between them, pulling the duvet over them all. “She’s perfection, Tristan.”
“She is.” Rolling his tongue between his teeth, he hesitated. “I’m not going to fuck her today.”
“I—what?”
“Being part of this was amazing. It made me realize that all the times before, all the women who’ve ever been in my life… I’ve rushed into sex. It was the primary goal. A quick fuck, a cordial goodbye if they were lucky, then the door hit them on the ass the next morning.” Making himself comfortable, Tristan absently stroked his hand down Avery’s back when she mumbled something. “It’s different for you. Unless you were banging cows on the prairie, I don’t suppose there was a lot of opportunity for casual sex. I’ve dedicated my life to it and I don’t… she makes me want to be better, be more.”
“Okay,” Clay said slowly. “I understand where you’re coming from.”
“The whole Daddy gig, you’ve got it down to a science. You know how to read her, how to support her and bring out the Little. Me, on the other hand, I’m just learning the ropes. I want to be her Daddy before I become her lover, Clay. I need to be as effective in that role as you are, which means learning from you. If I don’t get laid for a while, so be it. Maybe abstaining from sexfor a few weeks will help me become the kind of man she needs in this relationship.”
Well, wasn’t that just a kick in the teeth? All his reservations about Tristan and his motives sailed out the window. Any man who was prepared to sacrifice his own desires in order to be worthy of his woman deserved to be taken seriously, especially one who—by his own admission—was a hound when it came to women.
“It’s going to take more than a few weeks to hone your Daddy skills. Not that I’m knocking your dedication, it’s quite admirable, actually, but you’ve got a lot of work to do, a lot of lessons to learn.”
“Will you teach me? Officially?”
Clay chuckled. “Daddy Dom demonstrations and lectures?”
“Yeah. Help me earn my place in this dynamic. Maybe it’ll be character building.”
“Are you going to get jealous?”
“Watching you fuck her every night? Probably. I figure she’s worth it.” He nuzzled her cheek when she stirred.
“If that’s the decision you’ve made, I’ll support you. When she comes around, your first lesson is going to be aftercare and clean up.”
“Oh, the hardship,” Tristan retorted dryly.
Yeah, the guy was all right. Maybe there would be some challenges ahead—what with all the pretty subs hovering around the club to tempt him—but if he was willing to impose celibacy on himself in an effort to make some self-improvements, Clay was happy to assist.
The next few weeks would be interesting, that was for sure.
Epilogue
Tristan
Stepping back to observe and hone his skills felt like the right thing to do.
After watching Clay with Avery in bed that morning, seeing her submit not only to him but to herself, had opened Tristan’s eyes to what he could have with patience and experience. It highlighted everything wrong with his sexual history—he hadn’t lied about the bedroom method he’d lived by for years.
