Page 22 of Our Little Sebastian
“First a nice warm shower.”
“All of us, Daddy?” I asked from Papa’s arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold on tighter.
“We have a very large shower.”
“Yes!” I fist pumped.
I was going to get to see my Daddies naked, with all that glorious lickable skin.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ROMAN
Sebastian’s naked soapy back arched under my fingers as I continued to massaged his slippery skin. The little sounds he made as Marco kissed him senseless between washing his gorgeous hair were breathtaking. I thanked foresight or whatever gods watched over horny Daddies with a shower fetish for letting me build my dream shower large enough to fit five grown men. I should know—we’d tried. With dual rain shower heads and a built-in tiled bench, it was a decadent pleasure.
Sebastian was glorious naked. His pale, lightly freckled skin had turned a lovely rosy shade from the heat of the shower and I found myself unable to not touch. Standing at his full height, he barely brushed my shoulders. His slim body moulded perfectly against mine and Marco’s.
“I think I’m clean enough now, Daddy.” Seb’s delighted giggle turned into a soft gasp as I trailed my finger lightly over his crack. His bottom was pert and perfect. I bit off a groan thinking about how sexy our little boy was going to look taking our cocks. Sebastian made me want so many things, and I was certain that Marco felt the same.
“Are you really sure you’re all clean?” I whispered against the shell of Seb’s ear, pushing my finger gently against his hole butnot pushing inside, just letting Sebastian get used to the feel of someone touching his hole.
“Maybe you should check, Daddy.”
Smiling against his damp skin, I looked up and caught Marco’s lust filled gaze.
“Baby boy, let Papa take your weight.” Sebastian bent forward resting his head and torso against Marco while I dropped to my knees, thanking regular yoga and pilates classes.
Kneeling, I was at the perfect height. Sebastian’s sweet arse was right in front of me and his tempting little hole was right there for the taking.
Before I gave in to temptation and dove in, I needed to check in with our boy first. This had all happened so fast for him, and I didn’t want him leaving after this weekend with regrets.
“Remember sweetheart, you can call a stop any time. Just call red until we decide on a safeword, okay?” Sebastian looked over his shoulder and threw me the most seductively adorable smile ever, his cheeks pinking enough to clash with his hair.
“Can I use Pennywise as my safe word?”
“Pennywise?”
“Evil clown, and I really really hate clowns,” Sebastian explained before turning his attention back to Marco’s neck.
“That is perfect, sweetheart.” I palmed his bottom, enjoying the bouncy jiggle. His skin was unbelievably soft and hairless. He had a pattern of freckles that almost looked like they were following the shape of his bottom. I pushed him gently against Marco then finally gave in to temptation and parted his cheeks to get to the prize I was seeking. At the first touch of my tongue against his hole Sebastian shivered and gave a deep moan.
“Your Daddy has a wicked mouth. Wait until he pushes inside you with it. You are going to beg to ride Daddy’s tongue.” Marco spoke loudly enough for me to hear over the shower.
“Touch Papa’s cock while Daddy tongue fucks you.” Marco said as he growled low in his chest. I could only guess that our boy had started to stroke him. “That’s it baby boy, you can be rougher you won’t break it.” Marco’s voice had become rougher. I could imagine how good he felt having Seb touch him.
Seb whimpered as I lapped at his hole, his sweet musky taste filling my senses. I was already addicted.
“Daddy.” Seb bucked against my mouth as I pressed my tongue against his rim, gently pushing and teasing.
I held my hand out and Marco knew without words to squirt some lube onto my fingers.
“Are you ready to take Daddy’s fingers, sweetheart?” Marco’s voice was gentle and I could feel Seb relax under my hand. My cock throbbed hearing Marco taking care of our baby boy. I slid my lubed finger against Sebastian’s hole, teasing his rim and gently stretching it, getting him used to the feel of my fingers. I kissed the dimples above his arse cheeks and looked up to see him and Marco sharing a steamy kiss. I smiled, knowing how damn well my husband kissed. Kneeling back slightly, I saw Marco’s hand closed around Seb’s cock, lightly stroking him. As Marco tightened his grip I added a second finger. Sebastian’s moan was filthy and perfect. I couldn’t wait until I could bury my cock in his sexy arse, but good things came to those who waited, and I was positive the first time the three of us fucked it would be spectacular.
My fingers pushed deeper. I felt Seb’s walls clamp down on them as I brushed against his prostate. Seb’s knees buckled under him but Marco was there, arm around his waist, while I continued to rub and caress his prostate.
Sebastian came with a muffled cry, collapsing in Marco’s arms as I kissed my way up his body until I could claim his lips, then Marco’s.
We washed each other in between kisses until the water grew cool and Sebastian yawned loudly. Poor darling boy was worn out.
