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Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

Gael Grimes

Funny how things could work out. Hiding with two amazing Doms had never made me feel more exposed—but it felt so good that I was shaking. It was as if they liberated me from old ghosts that’d latched on to me, one by one, over the years. Daddy and Master Dean chased them away.

Oh God.

I arched my back and dug my head into the pillow as Daddy kissed his way down my chest. Pleasure crashed into the discomfort of being naked; they just didn’t let me feel bad, and I didn’t want to either. The energy that body issues stole from me was better placed with these two men. I wanted to serve them, please them, make them come, and blow their minds.

The second Daddy sucked my dick into his mouth, Dean swallowed my moan by kissing me hard.

Sensory overload!

Two sets of hands on me, their greed, their dominance—I was just gonna check out and go with it. Throw myself into every situation and give all I had.

I slipped my fingers up into Dean’s hair and scratched his scalp lightly, and he hummed into the drugging kiss. He used his tongue so sensually that I couldn’t stop shivering. Add Daddy’s mouth on my cock, and I was useless. But I couldn’t afford to be!

“I wanna please you,” I gasped.

“You’ll do what we tell you, and right now, we want you to relax and let us warm you up.” Dean’s low voice shook me to the core.

Okay, they could do whatever they wanted with me.

I whimpered as Daddy hummed around my dick, sending a tingling sensation up my spine. I sought out Dean again and kissed him as hard as I could, and I clung to him, not wanting his body away from mine for a second. He was so freaking sexy that it hurt to look at him. All man, stocky and firm, with chest hair and… The white patch attached to his bicep distracted me for a moment, and I grunted and squirmed until I could reach up and kiss it. That thing monitored his glucose levels, so I was thankful for it.

“Sweet boy.” Dean captured my mouth in another kiss and rubbed my chest in unhurried strokes.

Then he reached down and combed his fingers through Daddy’s hair, and I had to see it. I breathed too heavily for kissing anyway, and it seemed Dean wanted to watch as well.

Daddy withdrew slowly and gave the tip of me an openmouthed kiss that caused me to tremble, before he kissed his way up my body, and then we were making out. All of us. Oh my God, oh my God, this was the life. I inched back, my head returning to the pillow, and I stared. I didn’t even wanna blink! Watching them kiss so erotically—I couldn’t describe what it did to me. But it looked so right.

“I’ve waited for this,” Daddy whispered.

“Me too.” Dean deepened the kiss at the same time as he brushed his fingertips over my cock, up and down, teasing me. Revving me up. Until they brought me back into their fold. Daddy swept his tongue around mine as Dean kissed the corner of my mouth, and it was like my brain short-circuited when I tasted them at once.

I needed more.

Everything.

It was so unfair that they had better reach than I did. They were so tall!

“Gael, you can go grab a bottle of lube and two condoms from the left-side dresser—top drawer,” Dean instructed.

“Yes, Sir,” I panted. I scrambled out from underneath them, only a little huffy about Dean insisting on protection for himself. I mean, Daddy hadn’t been subtle when he’d hinted to Dean that we wanted to be unprotected with steady partners. Like, hint, hint, Daddy totally wants you to go steady with us, Master Dean.

But Dean had said something like “Don’t make this even harder for me.” So what did that mean? Were we convincing him? Daddy had warned that Dean had lost faith in finding more.

If I allowed myself to be vulnerable for a moment, I had to admit I wanted to try this triad thing very badly. But it had to be with Daddy and Master Dean, nobody else. I just liked them both so much, and like Daddy had said—it was all about trying. We couldn’t predict the future. Except…if we didn’t give it a go, we definitely wouldn’t make it.

After snatching up two condoms and a bottle of lube from the dresser, I paused on my way back. Mattresses were lined against one another across the entire floor, and Dean had just rolled on top of Daddy on one. They shared a soft grin and a kiss.

“I’ve missed you,” Dean admitted.

Daddy touched Dean’s cheek. “I missed you too, cariño. I wish you wasn’t so stubborn.”

I was struck with a hard blow of passion and understanding and admiration toward Kit. I got what he meant now, how he wanted to protect the bond between Colt and Lucas. Daddy and Dean may not have ten years of commitment between them, but they had longing and feelings that’d developed slowly over time. They’d always wondered what if.

Oh, I needed this to work!

“I think you’ve broken my resolve enough for one day,” Dean murmured.

Hardly! Daddy and I were going to break it completely, shatter it, and stomp on the remnants.

In the meantime, so be it, he could wear a condom when he played with Daddy and me. Blah! Not that I didn’t care about safety—I did, very much—but we’d covered that bit. Daddy had started by asking if we had anything to worry about, to which Dean had said he always wore protection. And that had prompted Daddy’s blunt hint.

It was about Dean’s comfort too, though. If he preferred protection, we respected that.

Daddy glanced over at me. “What’re you waiting for, chiquito? Come over here so we can get to work on Dean’s stubbornness.”

I grinned and hurried over.

Dean chuckled huskily and rose up on his knees between Daddy’s legs.

They were so goddamn hot together.

“Condoms for the stubborn Master.” I held the two packets for him.

“Thank you, dear. Before I put one on, though, I want your sweet little mouth on my cock.”

Gosh, yes!

Daddy rumbled a chuckle. “Gael might have a case of oral fixation.”

I flushed and got down on my knees next to him.

“Music to my ears.” Dean stood up and gripped his cock loosely, and my mouth watered at the sight.

Daddy cursed and pushed himself up on one elbow, and he played with himself too.

“Let me hear you ask sweetly, pet,” Dean murmured.

I could totally do that.

I peered up at him. “May I please suck your cock, Master Dean?” Seeing the dark desire brewing in his eyes gave me a dose of confidence. It made me wanna be bolder. “I’m ready to beg whenever you want, Sir. That’s how much I want to service you.”

He clenched his jaw and nodded once, so I closed the distance between us and made sure to maintain eye contact as I gripped the base of his big, hard cock and licked the slit.

He inhaled deeply and eased his fingers into my hair. “What an intoxicating sight. Take as much of me as you can.”

Finally.

I opened wide and sucked him in, and I closed my eyes and let the wave of utter bliss wash over me. The same feeling had struck this morning when I’d sucked Daddy, and I couldn’t explain it. I coated him with my tongue over and over, tracing every inch, every ridge, and tightened my lips around him.

I got lost in what I was doing. Right then and there, my one purpose on this earth was to suck Master Dean’s cock, and I didn’t let my gag reflex decide when I couldn’t take more. I focused super hard and breathed through my nose till I could relax my throat, if only a little. I had to go slowly when he hit the back of my throat, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, stroking my hair. “It’s okay if you choke, little boy. I like that.”

Then I was golden!

I gagged a little again, and I held his base tighter. Tears welled up, an automatic reaction, and I coughed and made up for it by sucking harder. Then I looked up at him, and he sucked in a breath and shook his head.

“Perfect—my fucking God—that’s perfect,” he murmured. “Come look at this, darling.”

Daddy scrambled to his feet, and my vision grew too blurry, though I could see he was stroking himself. It was so hot.

“Amazing boy,” Daddy praised me.

I closed my eyes again and returned all my focus to Dean’s cock. Wanting him to feel free to fuck my mouth, I slipped my hands up the backs of his thighs and urged him on.

He liked that.

He fisted my hair, just enough to make it sting a little, and pushed his cock deeper.

It was the start of a mindfucky dance that pulled me between euphoria and a bizarre version of panic. A safe version, if such a thing existed. Because I knew he wouldn’t hurt me or let me go without air for too long, so the bursts of sharp worry faded as quickly as they struck. Over and over, in and out, deeper and deeper, then shallow thrusts that came harder and faster.

“Get lower—I gotta fuck him,” I heard Daddy say.

No! I almost cried out when Dean eased his cock out of my way. I couldn’t take it! I needed it back! Luckily, he let me closer as soon as his knees hit the mattress, and then I was back to nursing from his cock. I loved it so much, how the smooth skin slid along my tongue, how the saltiness of his pre-come caused more saliva to pool in my mouth, and his groans that grew louder whenever I swallowed.

“Fuck, you were made for this, boy,” he grunted.

I nodded and sucked him for all I was worth.

I startled when I suddenly felt a wet, slippery finger circle my butt. I was still sore from this morning, but the added sensitivity made me greedy too. I pushed back, and Daddy slowly forced two fingers inside me.

I whimpered breathlessly around Dean’s cock and white-knuckled the mattress.

When Daddy decided I was ready for his cock, it hit me that I was clinging to a semblance of composure, and that wouldn’t work. I couldn’t struggle against the tears and drool at the same time as I was a perfect fuck-toy for Daddy and Dean. I just couldn’t. I had to let go.

“Let’s try somethin’.” Dean stilled my head. “Clear your throat, little one. Take a deep breath.”

I gasped, that’s what I did. I gasped and gulped and tried to regain my breathing, all while Daddy pushed against my opening. I sniffled too, and I wiped my mouth.

“Now. Take me in slowly. All the way.” Dean’s commanding stare seared into me, and I couldn’t look away from him. I sucked him in slowly, making sure I could breathe through my nose. “Amazing,” he whispered. “You’re such a good little boy for me.”

A hot rush of pleasure coursed through me, and I pushed forward until his big cock was stuffing my throat.

He cursed, out of breath, and held me in place. “Steady breaths through your nose. We’ll keep still like this until Daddy’s buried all the way in your tight little hole.”

I whimpered. Fuck, I was so hard and needy.

Daddy went slowly too, kissing my spine lovingly as he entered me. “You love this, don’t you, baby? Fucked by Daddy and throat-fucked by your professor.”

Oh my God.

A dark, wicked glint appeared in Dean’s eyes. “That a fact? Did you have filthy thoughts about me in class?”

It was bad to lie, right?

I managed a small nod. If I moved too much, I would spiral. The burn from Daddy’s cock, the panic that lurked in the background, whispering to me that I couldn’t take my next breath for granted as long as I had my professor’s cock buried in my throat.

“Well…” Dean brushed a stray tear from my cheek. “Perhaps I should join the Academy event after all, so I can show you what happens when you act like a whore around your professor.”

Kill me.

Fucking kill me! If I were a dog, I’d be humping air by now. Yes, yes, yes, yes, please sign up for the event! Then Daddy and I could do the same! We hadn’t talked about it; maybe Dean assumed we had.

“Now that you’ve said it, you can’t fuckin’ go back on your word,” Daddy told Dean. “It’s settled. We’ll do the event together.”

Kinky heaven, take me now. Hell, I was already there.

* * *

I gasped.

I pleaded.

Oops, I almost rolled over Dean’s snack. His glucose levels had dropped at some point…but Daddy had fetched him food. And a—oh, gross. Wet towels. We had some of those too now, so we could clean off.

I moaned.

I almost lost consciousness when it was Daddy’s turn to deep-throat me.

They had to remind me to use my safewords, but I wasn’t anywhere near ready to limit anything. The pleasure and pain mingled like the most intoxicating drug, and it wasn’t the kind of pain I’d expected. Like, when I’d watched subs get whipped and stuff at the club. This was different. It was how roughly they grabbed at me when we rolled around together on the mattresses, how they gripped my jaw and kissed me brutally hard, how their pelvises slapped against my bottom when they fucked me.

My skin was marked with red blotches, and I had never felt so alive.

Moments later, Daddy’s hot come flooded my mouth, and the air was filled with his groan, my choking sounds, and Dean’s heavy breaths as he fucked me from behind.

When Daddy collapsed on the mattress, Dean pulled me down and repositioned us so we were both on our sides, with him behind me. He hiked an arm under my leg, then shoved his cock back inside me, and I cried out hoarsely. I was fucking swimming in sex. My composure was long gone. I was just delirious. Moaning, crying, sobbing, begging for more, squirming, writhing.

Dean hissed and nipped at my cheek, to which I turned to him, and we met in a breathless, messy kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, and we moaned. He was tasting Daddy on me.

“I want your come too,” I whimpered, sniffling pitifully. “So, so, so badly.”

“You’re too tempting.” He let out a harsh breath and buried his face against my neck. “Fuck, Gael. You feel so goddamn good. Fuck.” He pulled out abruptly, and I yelped at the fiery burn. With zero time to wonder what was going on, I just stared as he got up on his knees next to me, tossed aside the condom, and stroked his glistening cock. “Be a good little student and open your mouth. I want to see your tongue.”

I obeyed immediately, while Daddy slid down my body and sucked me into his mouth again.

I cried out—so close, so close, so close! I couldn’t hold back. Dean started coming all over my face and neck, and the pleasure exploded inside me. I reached out blindly, grabbing Daddy’s hair and Dean’s thigh, and the orgasm crashed down on me. It was too much and not enough at once. I couldn’t breathe, I wanted everything to stop, I wanted more, I felt so achy all over, and I was just a feverish mess.

The aftershocks of shudders rocked through me afterward, and I could no longer move. How Daddy and Dean managed, I had no idea. Daddy was eager to drop openmouthed kisses across my face, and I giggled breathlessly and squirmed because it tickled.

“That sound—I can’t get enough of it.” He gave me a loud smooch. “I don’t think you’ve ever been so beautiful either. Freshly fucked and sticky with come.”

“And deliciously naked like he should be.” Dean kissed my neck, and that tickled too. Their scruff! It was their scruff!

Daddy hummed in agreement. “I reckon we need a shower now.”

That sounded good, except for the part where we had to get dressed and walk up to the main house, ’cause most of the cabins only had toilets and sinks.

* * *

Um, where was my exhaustion?

“Boop.” I pressed the button and hightailed it to the next shower as the water started gushing down. I laughed. The game was to get out of the way before I got hit by the water.

I’d never been in this room before. Both shower rooms were on the second floor of the main house, positioned next to each other, and Daddy and Master Dean had picked the one that was all black. All of it! Floor to ceiling, covered in black rubber. They called it the watersports room. Three walls were lined with showers, and there were even two in the ceiling, at the very center.

“Boop!” I pressed another one, then skidded across the room. Sadly, the soft-ish rubber floor didn’t get slippery when wet. That would’ve been fun, to just slide around in here.

“Young sir, come here and so we can get you soaped up,” Daddy chuckled. “You little clown.”

I grinned and pushed one more button. “I have so much energy!”

Dean smirked. “To be twenty-three again.” Then he narrowed his eyes playfully at me and hooked a finger in a silent come to me.

I went to him, and they pulled me in under the hot spray.

“There we go.” Daddy kissed the top of my head and began soaping me up from behind.

I was so in love with this moment. So happy, so alive.

“Owww!” And so sore! Oh my goodness, talk about delayed reaction! “Can we please make it colder?” The hot water felt like fire on my skin.

“Fuck—I’m sorry, baby. Come here.” Daddy pulled me away from the water.

Dean lowered the temperature, the valve squeaking when he twisted it. “Let’s inspect his skin. I recognize my handprint when I see it.”

What? I turned and tried to look at my own butt, ’cause he’d spent a lot of time there today, but I only saw the same blotches from before.

“Darlin’ boy, you bruise like a peach.” All of a sudden, Dean sounded more Southern than usual. I knew he’d been taken in by his foster family in Tennessee, but most of the time, the accent was barely there.

He and Daddy were undeterred and insisted on washing me from head to toe, all while inspecting every inch and murmuring to each other about where they were going to put ointment on my skin. I thought ointment was a bit excessive; they disagreed firmly.

So I just stood there in the lukewarm water, squirming when something tickled, wincing when things got achy.

“Can you tell Daddy what your perfect aftercare would look like right now?” Daddy removed the showerhead from the mount and tipped back my head.

I closed my eyes as he rinsed off the suds from the shampoo. “Umm. Probably snuggles and TV and ice cream.”

He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead. “We’ll make that happen. What do you wanna watch? Pixar movie? Marvel? Or are you a Star Wars boy?”

I snickered and squinted for the water gushing down. “How about Band of Brothers?”

“Oh, a peach after my own heart.” Dean gave me a tight squeeze from behind that made me laugh, partly at him and partly at Daddy’s deadpan expression.

“He’s a fuckin’ mini-Dean,” Daddy stated flatly.

I grinned goofily.

* * *

Band of Brothersfor the win!

Daddy insisted he go out on his own to buy ice cream, because he had to “talk to Reese and the others anyway,” so he placed Dean in charge of me until he was back.

I kicked off my shoes and began preparing coffee for Dean while he dug out his laptop. Macklin didn’t have a TV in his cabin, but I didn’t mind watching movies on a laptop. I did that at home sometimes, even though I had a small flat-screen.

I snuck a glance at Dean as I waited for the coffee.

He’d put on comfy clothes too, though he still managed to look distinguished and super handsome in his dark-green-and-marine-blue-plaid flannel bottoms and a matching marine tee. I could totally see him at home like that, with his chesterfield couch, million books, and open fire. I’d even spotted an old-fashioned drink cart at his place.

General jumped up on the couch and found a resting spot on the armrest.

“I don’t suppose we need to order a cleaning until we leave,” Dean said, “but we should change the sheets.”

“Yes, Sir. I can do that,” I replied. I remembered Ivy telling me where they had a washing machine and dryer in the main house. “Would you like a snack, Sir?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” He sat down on the couch and logged in to his laptop. “You can bring the ointment we used at the house. I’d like to have another look at the marks on your neck.”

“Yes, Sir.” I turned around and smiled to myself. For the first time, I completely understood all the subs online who liked to post photos of their marks. They felt so good! Like a collar.

When I joined him with coffee, the lotion, and a Sprite Zero for myself, he was ready with a thick, soft blanket, and his disarming smile gave me the nervous butterflies.

No wonder Daddy wanted Dean to turn our relationship into a triad. Playtime had been like a dream come true in more ways than just fantasies and kinky fun. My own crush on Dean had intensified, and part of it stemmed from watching him and Daddy together. The affection between them was beautiful—and worth protecting.

I sat still as Dean brushed his fingertips across the back of my neck and down toward my front.

It tickled a little in a good way and made me shiver.

“Are you positive we didn’t go too far, pet?”

“A gazillion percent,” I said. “I love the grabby hands.”

He let out a chuckle. “Good. So do I. And you do mark so beautifully.” He dipped down and kissed my neck, causing another shiver to run through me. “Our little peach. I think that’ll be your new nickname.”

Soon as he straightened again, I looked up at him. Could he say such things and feel nothing? Was this just playtime for him?

For once, I didn’t hesitate a bunch. I had to ask. “Do you not want to try dating with us, Sir?”

His smile softened and turned a tad rueful. “It’s not about what I want, dear. I’m a practical man, and I struggle to see how we would work long-term. With our age difference, we can’t be on the same page in life.”

I scrunched my nose. “What page are you on?”

“The epilogue just started,” he joked. “I don’t know, to be honest. Let’s just say I don’t enjoy the things I could tolerate in my twenties. I don’t go clubbing, I won’t set foot in a hostel, I’m not very flexible with my time, long walks are the extent of my exercise regimen, not a warm-up for a ridiculous cross-fit session—”

I gigglesnorted because he was so funny—and he had the oddest view on what young people liked!

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” He narrowed his eyes at me.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “Daddy and I pillow-talked about hobbies last night, and he’s way more adventurous than I am. Did you know that he likes rock-climbing and bouldering? I made him a promise to try bouldering, but I was like, I can prepare the picnic while you climb.”

He grinned slightly, the fondness he had for Daddy clear in his eyes. “I’ve heard of his daredevil ways.”

Uh-huh. “Does that mean he and I aren’t on the same page in life?” I wondered. “I love to hike out in nature and take walks through parks and museums—he prefers to climb mountains and go mountain-biking in rough terrain. But when we talked about it, we didn’t see any issues. You know? Like, we can walk together, talk and stuff, and then he can take on a cliffside or whatever while I sit at the bottom on a blanket and read.”

I could tell he was processing what I’d said, so I continued.

“The only club I’m interested in running through is this one right here in Mclean,” I said. “I don’t do cross-fit either, and I don’t think I’ve ever set foot in a hostel. My dream vacation is to visit Verdun in France and go to the war museum there. Take a million pictures, stroll through the town, and set my credit card on fire in the museum gift shop.” I didn’t believe we were on different pages in life for a second. Yeah, he was older, significantly so, and I wasn’t indifferent toward it, but it wasn’t a stupid deal-breaker. “I’d also like to go to Bastogne, London, Gettysburg, and Hawaii.”

His mouth twitched with a pinch of mirth. “I’m sensing a battlefield theme.”

“You’re a smart cookie!”

That earned me a grin and a shake of his head.

“Daddy wants to show me Costa Rica, the beaches in Spain, and where he spent his summers in Chile as a child,” I added. “But I love to swim, and he likes warships and stuff like that, so yeah. I think we’re on the same page in life because we want to do all these things together. We want to give it a go and see what happens. And don’t tell Daddy this yet, but—” I leaned closer, ready to tell him a secret. “I have a vision about his house. It’s too soon to talk about plainly, but I can totally see a kitchen designed like his mamá would’ve liked and a big library upstairs for geeks like me. Plus, maybe I can move my 3-D printer from my grandma’s house in Virginia Beach. Also, gardening. Daddy loves fresh fruit and vegetables. But this is between you and me.”

He smiled faintly, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and I hoped it was because I’d made him think. I wanted him to see the future Daddy and I were hoping for. It wasn’t anything outrageous or extravagant. We weren’t extravagant people. We were just two guys connecting and deciding to build something together.

“You’re almost a new person compared to the shy boy I met yesterday,” he murmured.

I pursed my lips and weighed my answer. The shyness was hardly all gone, but… “I don’t think so. I think you’re seeing more of the guy I was before Caleb messed me up. You should’ve seen me a year ago. I couldn’t even work or leave my parents’ house.”

To those around me now, I still came off as timid and socially awkward. If only they knew. I’d come far by the time I’d decided to leave Berkeley to start fresh in DC last spring. They didn’t know what a big step it’d been for me to join House Mclean.

Dean let out a breath and reached for his coffee. “Now I know what the Germans felt when the Allies came barging in.”

Oh my gosh, I laughed so hard.

It even woke up General, and he gave me a sour look before he jumped off the couch to go rest elsewhere.

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