Page 70 of Phantom Faceoff
His pretty green eyes stare into mine, and I smile softly at him. “It’s okay,” I say. Quiet. Only to him. “If you like it; it’s okay.”
Slowly, he nods, eyes watering at the edges. “I want Daddy to kiss me. Is that okay?”
It makes my heart hurt to hear the fear wobbling his voice. His request changes the rules, the boundaries we set in place.
I peer over my shoulder at Malachi, careful not to give Julian’s vulnerability away.
I expected this to be sexy and fun, and while it is, it feels deeper, too. It’s overwhelming.
Maybe it is for him, too.
Malachi makes him feel safe.
I press my lips to Julian’s as soft I can, then snap my hips forward and bury my shaft to the hilt. The tears in his eyes overflow, and he lets out a hiccuped sob.
Straightening, I reach for Malachi, and he readily complies, grasping my face in his hands and covering my mouth with his. We get lost for a moment in the tangling of tongues and spit, but I’m quick to create a breath of distance no matter how badly I want to continue.
“He needs you,” I say, and that’s when Malachi takes a good look at his friend.
Panic is where he goes first, and then he’s got his fingers on Julian’s cheeks, wiping at the tears and leaning on the bed to be close to him.
“Jules?”
Julian trembles, looks at me, and I answer with a slow, deliberate roll of my hips. He focuses back on Malachi, fresh tears filling his lash line.
“Kiss me.”
He hesitates, and I put a reassuring hand on his back. Still, he waits, then slowly—so fucking slowly—he presses his lips to Julian’s waiting ones.
There’s no tongue, just small barely there kisses traded while Malachi strokes the tears on Julian’s cheek.
I start up a slow pace, trying not to disturb them and giving either of them a chance to tell me to stop, but neither happens.Julian starts to settle, rocking to meet my thrusts, moans punching out of him until Malachi chuckles and pulls away.
Whatever was bothering him seems to have passed, and Julian is wholly focused on me and my dick.
Malachi seems to have the same idea, leaning over and capturing my lips while his hand slips down to fondle my balls.
The stimulation is almost too much with Julian’s tightness and Malachi’s hands on me. My movements falter, and I have to swat his hand away to keep from coming before I’m ready.
“Wildfire?”
“Not yet,” I gasp. “Go sit down. You’re supposed to be watching.”
Malachi is quiet, and there’s no reprimand. He retreats, climbing onto the other side of the bed and sitting up against the headboard. His legs splay out, hard cock peeking through the slit in his boxers.
Even though his hands are free now, he doesn’t touch.
I drop my focus back down to Julian, blanketing my body over his and jacking his cock in time with my thrusts.
“You wanna show Daddy you’re a good boy, right?”
He nods vigorously, head thrown back and nails clawing at my shoulders.
“Let’s show him how much you like my dick. Come for me, sweetness. Come for us.”
Desperate cries fly from between his lips, and he digs into me hard, slamming down to meet each and every thrust until his dick turns red and angry in my hand.
I rub the precum dribbling down his shaft over the head and twist my palm in the way I know drives him insane.
