Page 4 of Kylan (The Wylde Street Boys #3)

FOUR

LEON ELLINGTON

I hadn’t been expecting to feel such things.

Marek and I had just walked through the door, and he’d gone back to the car to get his suit bag we’d collected from the dry cleaner. His phone was on the kitchen counter, and I was making him a pot of tea when his phone rang.

Normally I wouldn’t care, wouldn’t even look, but it was sitting face up and Kylan’s name caught my eye.

Hmm. That’s odd . . .

“Kylan’s calling you,” I yelled out.

“Then answer it, darling,” Marek replied.

I picked up the phone and hit Answer just as Marek slid the suit bag over the back of the sofa. He was watching me, concerned too, because our boy simply didn’t call us. Texted occasionally, but call?

Never.

“Kylan,” I said .

I heard his breath catch and a quiet sob that struck fear into me. Then his broken, “Daddy.”

“Kylan, baby, what’s wrong?” I demanded.

Marek rushed over to me, his hand on my chest, his eyes wide with worry.

Kylan cried, his words barely distinguishable between his sobs. “I’m sorry. Nothing, I just... I don’t even know.”

“Where are you?” I demanded. “We’re on our way. We’re coming to you.”

Marek already had the keys and we were in the car before I realised Kylan hadn’t answered.

“Kylan,” I demanded.

“I’m at home,” he said, still crying. “I’m so sorry. I just needed to hear your voice.”

“He’s at his place,” I mumbled to Marek. Then I spoke into the phone. “Okay, Ky, baby, stay on the phone. We’re on our way.”

My mind ran with a thousand possibilities.

Had someone hurt him? Was he okay? What had they done to him?

Thank god Marek was driving because fear and rage were not a safe combination.

I was scared for him. And if someone had hurt him?

I would fucking kill them.

Marek’s hand slid onto my thigh and squeezed, as if he could sense my anger, my fear.

My concern.

Our sweet princess was crying, and it was killing me that I wasn’t there .

That I hadn’t been able to protect him.

See, that’s the thing. I prided myself on taking care of my boys. Marek, first and foremost, always. But then Kylan had come into our lives. What was supposed to be a fun interlude had become a regular thing, then a permanent thing.

An important thing.

I was their provider, their protector.

I was their daddy.

They were mine.

Mine to look after, mine to care for, mine to keep safe.

Mine to keep.

When we finally turned onto Oxford Street, I spoke into the phone. “Okay, Kylan, we’re almost there. Come downstairs. We’ll just have to pull up.”

“Okay,” he replied with a sniffle.

“I’m hanging up now,” I said. “See you soon.”

“’Kay.”

I ended the call and slid Marek’s phone into the centre console. “He’s really upset,” I said. “Crying and sobbing. I couldn’t make out what he was saying.”

Marek’s knuckles on the steering wheel went white, and he glanced between me and the road. His eyes were full of concern as well, and I loved that my husband’s emotions mirrored my own. “Is he hurt?”

“I don’t know.”

Marek let out a low measured breath before he pulled up, earning a blare of a horn from the car behind us. I got out of the car, gave that arsehole driver a glare that made him school his features as he merged into traffic and kept driving.

Just as I opened the back door, Kylan came around the corner, his eyes blotchy and nose red, and his face crumpled when he saw me.

It felt as if I’d been struck with a hot iron through my heart.

I hurried him into the backseat and, surprising myself, followed him in. Unable to bear it another second, I pulled him straight into my lap and held him as he cried.

“My sweet boy,” I murmured.

He buried his face into my neck and clung to me. “Daddy.”

Marek’s eyes in the rear-vision mirror met mine and I frowned at him. Something was definitely wrong.

He didn’t seem to have any outwardly visible or physical wounds, but he was very clearly in some kind of pain.

I rubbed Kylan’s back and rocked him, soothing him while he cried. “It’s okay, baby boy,” I whispered. “Your daddies are here now.”

Marek smiled at me in the rear-vision mirror.

Kylan sobbed, then tried to calm himself. “I’m sorry,” he said, over and over. “I never meant to be a problem.”

“You’re no problem,” I murmured.

“You’re both so good to me, and I just...” He began to cry again, and I realised that talking in the car was pointless. He needed nothing but comfort and reassurance now. Talking could wait .

“Shh,” I said, kissing the top of his head. “You can tell us later. Just let daddy hold you.”

He snuggled in, fisting my shirt. “Thank you, daddy. Thank you so much.”

He’d stopped crying by the time we got home. I helped him inside, and when Marek had offered his embrace on the sofa, Kylan climbed into his lap much like he’d been in mine in the car. Curled into the smallest ball possible, his head on Marek’s neck.

Marek’s sad eyes met mine over Kylan’s head. I sat down next to them and rubbed Kylan’s back. “You’re okay now,” I said softly.

“I feel so foolish,” Kylan said. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“Mad at you?” Marek asked. “Why would we be mad? Did something happen?”

Kylan sniffled. “I’ve been a mess all day. I don’t know why. And I was missing you both so much. Even though it’s not my day to be with you. I’m sorry. But I was upset at home and Fitch said I should call you, and I didn’t want to because I didn’t want to be a bother, and I didn’t expect you to come over. I just needed to hear your voices.”

Oh, this poor boy.

I leaned in, cuddling him but also Marek as well. “You scared me,” I admitted. “I was so worried. I thought someone had hurt you.”

Kylan turned his head so he could see me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“Of course we would worry,” Marek cooed, stroking Kylan’s hair, the side of his face. “How could we not worry?”

“I wasn’t sure if I could call,” he said. “I never have before, but it’s not stipulated in our contract that I can’t call, so I thought... I just needed to hear your voices. I’m so sorry.”

“Fitch told you to call us?” I asked as softly as I could.

Ky nodded. “I told him I missed you both so much and I needed your arms around me so bad I could almost feel you. Then it made my missing you so much worse.”

“Oh, baby,” Marek murmured.

“And Fitch said if I couldn’t call you when I needed you this bad, then it wasn’t fair. He said a daddy might not need his boy every day, but a boy needs his daddies all the time, and then he said I should call you because you’d both understand.”

Marek smiled at me over Kylan’s head now as he rocked him a little. “Of course we understand. You can call us anytime you need.”

Kylan sniffled again. “I don’t deserve you. But I’d be so lost without you.”

I gave him a squeeze, kissing the back of his head. “You do deserve us.”

There was something else, something he wasn’t telling us. And the more I thought about it, the more I realised it was maybe because he didn’t know.

“You know what I think?” I began. “Sit up, Kylan, and look at us.”

He did as I asked, sitting between us on the sofa, his hands in his lap, fidgeting nervously. His face was a streaky, puffy mess, and it hurt my heart.

I took his hand. “You’re not in trouble. In fact, I’m pleased you called when you needed us.”

He looked up at me, eyes wide. “You are?”

“Of course. What Fitch said is correct. A boy needs his daddies all the time.”

Ky nodded. “But I’ve never felt like I did today before.”

“And you feel better now?” I asked.

He nodded eagerly. “Much.”

I smiled for him. “Hmm. Kylan, I wonder if you were feeling all out of sorts today because you felt unsafe.”

His eyes met mine, big and wide. “Unsafe?”

I gave him a nod. “Did something happen today? Something that made you need reassurance?”

His eyes welled with tears, and as soon as one spilled over, he scrubbed it away.

“I did my first solo video today,” he said, voice timid. “Fitch and Benji did theirs and had no problem, but I...” he shuddered as if his skin didn’t fit properly. “I wasn’t feeling it, and then I tried to imagine I was with you.”

“Me?” I asked.

He baulked and blinked in surprise. “No. Both of you. Always both of you.”

I slid my hand over his and squeezed, my heart full.

Marek gave me a smile. “Go on, Kylan. You imagined you were with us?”

He nodded. “And then I relaxed, and it felt so real. I imagined you both holding me; Marek’s arms and hands, and Leon’s...” His eyes met mine. “I imagined the dildo was you, daddy. And I got so into it. It was so easy then, but then it was over and I opened my eyes and I was alone and—” He put his palm to his sternum. “I felt hollowed out and empty and alone, and I needed you both so bad. And I realised then—” He sniffled and wiped away another tear. “That I always will be.”

“Always will be what, sweet boy?” Marek murmured.

“Alone.”

What?

“No,” I whispered. “You’re not alone. You have us, and you have great friends who love you very much.”

“They’ll leave me,” he whispered. “Benji’s living with Nolan now, and it’ll only be a matter of time before Fitch goes. They’re all I have. I don’t know what I’ll do without them. I’m trying to be more open with them so they know I care, but it will only make it hurt worse in the end.”

The resignation in his quiet voice, the sadness on his beautiful face, his silent tears...

It caused me physical pain.

I pulled him and Marek into my arms, almost crushing Kylan between us. “You’re okay,” I murmured. “Sweet, sweet boy.”

“You’re safe here,” Marek told him.

And that was just it though. He was safe here, while he was here, he had the both of us to meet every need he had.

But when he wasn’t here?

“You were worried about where you fit in,” I said gently. “Worried about how things are changing and wondering where that leaves you. Feeling unsettled and adrift and unsafe.”

He nodded and sniffled. “Yes. Yes, daddy. That’s exactly it. I’ve been alone so long, and then I’m finally not, and now I feel like I’m losing it all again. I hate it.”

Marek frowned at me over the top of Ky’s head. “What can we do, baby? What can we do to make you feel better?”

“You already have,” he replied. “Being here with you, like this. I feel better already. I’m sorry to be a burden...”

A burden . . .

That word rankled something in me, igniting an anger I hadn’t felt in a long time. I pulled back, and with my hand under his chin, I made him look at me. “Listen to me, Kylan. You are not a burden. Don’t ever think you are, and don’t ever call yourself that again.”

Kylan’s lip trembled, his eyes wide. “I’m sorry.”

Now he thought I was mad at him.

I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re not in trouble,” I reassured him. “I just don’t want to hear you calling someone we care about a burden, okay?”

It took him a second to realise I was talking about him. “Me?”

Marek chuckled. “Yes, princess. Of course we care about you.”

And we did.

Very much. He had become an important part of our lives. We both adored him .

Kylan wiggled back so he could see both our faces. Fresh tears welled in his eyes. “You care about me?”

Marek put a gentle hand to his cheek. “How could we not?”

Then Kylan let out a teary laugh and threw his arms around both our necks and hugged us. “Thank you, thank you. I promise I’ll be the best boy you could ever want. I’ll make you happy, I promise.”

I rubbed his back. “You already do make us happy.”

He leaned back, his bony arse on my thigh bone. I picked him up and repositioned him. “Oh, sorry,” he said with an awkward smile. But then he looked up at me with big adoring eyes and my heart melted all over again for him. “Thank you, daddy. For explaining what I couldn’t. And you too, daddy,” he said, looking at Marek. “For coming to get me. I’m sorry if I made you worry.”

“Do you feel better now, princess?” Marek asked him.

Kylan nodded. “Yes. You always make me feel better. Sometimes I get all up in my head and normally I’m okay, but today I couldn’t shake it. Fitch was right. I needed you both, and you both came to get me. I’m sorry if you were busy or at work. I don’t even know what time it is.”

“It’s dinner time,” I said. “How about we cook you something and you can tell us about the video you made?”

He blushed. “Oh. Okay.”

Marek ran his thumb over Kylan’s heated cheek. He loved the way Kylan flushed. “Did you want to go have a shower? Dinner will be done by the time you come out, then we can eat and go to bed.”

Kylan looked surprised. “I didn’t think I was staying. It’s not one of my two nights?—”

I put my finger to his lips. “Did you want to stay, boy? It can be an additional night this week if you need it.”

He nodded eagerly. “Yes, daddy. You don’t need to pay me extra. Just being here is enough. And I can walk home from here in the morning, you don’t need to drive me anywhere. I won’t be any trouble, I promise.”

“You’re never any trouble,” I said, helping him off my lap. “Now, go be a good boy and have a shower before dinner.”

He nodded again and I watched him as he skittered out of the room before I turned to Marek. He was looking at me, as I knew he would be.

“We need to talk,” I whispered.

Marek nodded. “We do.” He sighed. “That poor sweet boy. How can we reassure him any more than we already have? I thought he felt secure with us, but clearly not.”

The truth was, I thought we had reassured him enough as well, but something was lacking somewhere.

“His fear of abandonment doesn’t stem from us,” I said gently. “But we need to work harder at reminding him we’re not going anywhere. You’re still one hundred percent happy with this arrangement?”

Marek nodded. “Very happy, darling.”

“Same,” I admitted .

“I saw how worried you were,” Marek said fondly. “You care about him, deeply.”

I sighed. “I do. And I know you do too.” I brushed my thumb along Marek’s jaw. “I thought someone had hurt him and I was about to rain down an unholy firestorm...”

Marek leaned in and kissed me softly. “You are such a sweet man. A good man. But someone somewhere along that poor boy’s life did hurt him, and we need to tread very carefully.”

I nodded. “Agreed.”

“Everything you said to him was spot on. He was feeling unsafe and uncertain. He’s afraid of change and he’s petrified of being abandoned.”

“Again.”

Marek’s smile was sad. “But he has us now, and we have no plans to terminate our contract with him, do we?”

“No. None. If you’re happy to continue, then I am as well.”

“Oh, I’m very happy to continue.”

“As am I.”

Marek put his hand to my cheek. “You’re so good with him. I hope you know how much I love seeing you with him. How you care for him, tend to him, protect him. It makes me very happy, Leon.”

I leaned in and kissed him. “Ditto, my love.”

Marek preened a little, then clapped his hands on his thighs and stood up. “Well, he knows he can call us now. Hopefully he’s reassured and content. Though we should start dinner to feed him before we put him to bed.”

I followed him into the kitchen. “So, tonight should be more about reassurance and security, yes? No sex, just cuddling, to make sure he knows he’s safe, right? So we’re on the same page when he comes back downstairs.”

Marek chuckled as he took a container from the fridge. “I think so, yes. I think he needs that from us tonight.”

Okay, good.

As long as Marek and I were on the same page, everything would be fine. From the very beginning, we’d always been very open about our needs when we played with a third person.

And we were very open about how excited we were when we first met Kylan, and we had long conversations when we considered inviting him into a more permanent situation.

We both saw something special in him.

We were both attracted to him, but it was more than just sexual fantasies and desires. We both wanted to wrap him up with affection and praise, and we wanted him to thrive.

We both wanted a young man to fawn over, to pamper and spoil. To wear his pretty femboy outfits and moan and whimper while we took turns fucking him.

We wanted a boy who wanted all that as much as we did.

And we found that in Kylan.

But tonight was a good reminder that it wasn’t only about sex. It was never just about sex, and it should never be just about sex.

It was a daddy’s responsibility to meet all the needs of his boy, and that meant emotional needs as well.

And being the emotional support pillars he so clearly needed tonight was a proud moment for me—for me as Marek’s husband, and for the daddy in me. It made me feel worthy.

It validated the part of me that craved to be Kylan’s daddy.

It felt as if we’d cemented something in our relationship tonight, making us stronger, better.

Not just mine and Marek’s, but with Kylan. Our agreement felt greater and in a lot of ways clearer.

This was who I was meant to be.

And this was who Marek was meant to be. Both of us, together.

As I was finishing setting the table, carrying the salad bowl, I stopped to give Marek a kiss on the cheek. “I love you,” I murmured.

He paused at the grill to smile at me. “And I am the luckiest man on the planet.”

There was a quiet sigh behind us, and we turned to find Kylan standing there, timid and perhaps even embarrassed. His hair was washed and brushed neatly, his skin looked scrubbed, rosy and fresh. He even wore a bare touch of lip balm, but the pièce de résistance was his pyjamas.

A pretty pink nightie, soft fabric that clung to his body. It barely covered his panties, and he knew— oh, he knew all too well—that it was a favourite of ours.

He was stunning.

And did I say no sex tonight?

I regretted that with a quiet, tortured groan.

Before Kylan could become confused, Marek held his hand out. “Come here, sweet boy. You look radiant.”

Kylan glided toward him, taking his hand. “Thank you, daddy.”

Marek slid his arm around Kylan’s tiny waist. “The salmon’s almost done. Is that okay with you, darling?”

Kylan nodded. “Very. Can I do anything to help?”

Marek kissed his temple. “No. We are looking after you tonight. Anything you want, just name it.”

Kylan’s wide eyes went to Marek, then to me. “Anything?”

I groaned again, and this time Kylan frowned. But Marek laughed and gave him a squeeze. “I think daddy’s torturing himself over there,” Marek said with a fond smile in my direction. “He said no sex tonight, but then you came down wearing this, looking just delicious.”

Kylan’s cheeks flushed and he melted into Marek a little, but he gave me his big puppy eyes. “No sex tonight? Did I... am I in trouble?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I went to him, lifted his chin, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “No, princess. Of course not. I just thought a night of cuddles in bed, maybe a movie, might be what you need tonight.”

He looked adorably sad for half a second before he nodded. “It does sound nice.” Then he looked down at his pretty pyjamas. “Should I change into something else?”

I lightly tapped my finger to his nose. “Don’t change a thing.”

“Okay, dinner’s served,” Marek said, the expertly cooked salmon now on our plates on the table. He pulled out Kylan’s chair. “Come take a seat, sweetheart. Can I get you anything else?”

Kylan sat down eloquently and waited for us to sit, Marek to his right, me to his left at the head of the table. “No thank you, daddy,” he said, looking at Marek as if he hung the moon. “I have everything I need right here.”

The way Marek looked at him, then at me, smiling and proud... made my heart so fucking happy.

These two made me so happy.

Could I have both of them in my bed and not indulge a little?

I was going to have to.

Surely, I could control myself for one night. Surely.

Even after Kylan helped clean up after dinner, poking his pert little arse out more than he had to, showing off his half-hard boy-dick in those too-small panties.

It was a measure of self-control for me. Marek, on the other hand, seemed to find it funny, the way Kylan teased and how I had to close my eyes and count to ten several times.

Getting into bed with aching balls was not helping either. Kylan snuggling in between us, propped up on the pillows against the headboard so he could watch TV .

How he smiled so genuinely, so innocently, it tempered my fires a little.

He did need this. Nothing but reassurance and protection to feel safe and happy.

So while my sexual fire was unlit, my heart burned more than enough to sustain me. This was, perhaps, the daddiest thing we’d ever done with him, for him.

“Are you happy now, boy?” I asked him.

He nodded earnestly. “Oh yes, daddy,” he whispered, snuggling down the bed a little. “Between you both is where I’m happiest.”

“Are you sleepy?” Marek asked gently.

Kylan nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

He opened his arms for him and Kylan snuggled in, his head on Marek’s chest.

I leaned over and kissed Marek’s cheek, then Kylan’s head. “Sweet dreams.”

I turned the TV off and settled down, just to lie there and watch them. These perfect two. The way Kylan fit so perfectly against him, the way Marek held him, and the way he smiled at me over the top of Kylan’s head.

Even in the dark, as Kylan slept, I could make out Marek’s face; his moustache, his eyes looking right back at me, his soft smile.

“I love you,” I mouthed.

His smile widened and he tightened his arm around Kylan. “Love you too,” he murmured.

I put my arm over Kylan’s waist, my hand on Marek’s arm, relishing the touch of my two men, and closed my eyes .

Content and happy in ways I couldn’t begin to describe, and a peaceful sleep came way too easily.

I woke to Marek and Kylan standing beside Marek’s side of the bed. “Whassup?” I croaked, no clue what was wrong or what time it was. It didn’t look too light outside yet. “What’s wrong?”

Marek held up the covers. “Nothing. I just caught this little one in the shower.”

Kylan giggled as he scampered into the bed. He came right over to me, wiggling and happy. He was shower-warm and smelled fresh. I kept my hand on his hip to keep him from wiggling against my cock.

Sleeping next to him while he was wearing that cute little nightie and brief set had been the very best torture.

Normally we’d fall asleep all fucked out. Sometimes my balls were so drained I couldn’t have gone another round in the morning if I’d wanted to.

But last night? There’d been no release. Hell, it’d been three days since my last orgasm. My cock was more than awake and eager now...

“What were you doing in the shower, princess?” I asked, though I was confident I knew exactly what he was doing... At least I hoped I was right.

“I was making sure I was ready for you, daddy,” he said, his big eyes bright and innocent.

Oh, hell yes .

My balls drew down, my cock pulsing in response. “Is that right, boy?”

He nodded. “I slept so well that I woke up early, and I know you both have to go to work this morning, so I wanted to make sure you went to work happy.”

“I heard the shower,” Marek said. “He was just finishing up when I went in.”

Kylan looked back at Marek. “You said I did a good job.”

“Very thorough,” Marek replied.

I chuckled and Kylan beamed up at me. He loved praise, and he loved to make us proud. He was so radiant when he was well cared for. “I know tonight’s technically my night,” Kylan said, “but I really want to make you happy, daddy. As happy as you make me.”

I put my hand to his cheek, thumbing his lip. “Is that right, princess? How happy is that?”

He nodded eagerly. “So happy,” he breathed. His chest rose and fell, his eyes got bigger. “Please, daddy.” He ran his hand over my chest and wiggled in closer, determined to feel my cock. “I’m ready for you, daddy. I need it. I need you both.”

Christ.

“You need it, huh?”

He nodded again, though there was urgency in his eyes, in his tone. “Need my daddies so bad. Take turns with me. Do what you want with me, daddy. Anything. Please.”

I grunted.

Those were dangerous fucking words .

“Need daddy’s cock,” Kylan whimpered. “Need daddy’s come.”

I shot up, and pinning Kylan face down on the bed, I straddled his small hips. Marek handed me the lube and leaned against the headboard to watch.

To wait for his turn.

“He’s a needy boy today,” I said, sliding Kylan’s nightie up so I could peel his panties down, revealing his pale cheeks. “Look at this perfect little arse.”

So perfect. So delicious.

Kylan tried to rise up for me, but he was no match for my weight, my size. I kept him pinned right where I wanted him.

My cock felt thick and heavy, desperate to sink into him. There would be no stamina required for this. It was gonna be fast, hard, and deep.

“Don’t be too needy, boy,” I warned. “Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you. Gotta get you ready for me first.”

I popped the lid and drizzled some lube down his crack, and he fisted the pillow, stretching his back.

Desperate.

Keeping his legs together, I worked my thumb down his slit, dipping my thumb tip into his hole, more and more with each pass.

“You were a good boy to get yourself ready for me.” I praised him, voice low and rough. “You knew how you teased daddy wearing this pretty nightie to bed. I wanted you all night.”

“Yes, daddy,” he said, voice tight with frustration, still trying to raise his arse and spread his legs to take more of my thumb. He whined out a desperate sob. “I wanted you all night too. So bad, daddy. I need you both so bad.”

Marek stroked Kylan’s hair. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. We’ll give you what you need.”

“Hmm,” I said. “I think he needs his pacifier. Does our sweet princess want his pacifier?”

He raised his head, nodding. “Oh yes, please.”

Marek grinned at me and I gave Kylan some room to move. He slid over to lie between Marek’s legs and pulled at Marek’s pyjama pants, eagerly taking Marek’s cock into his mouth.

Marek’s hips flexed and his expression was one of exquisite torture. I was so turned on, so ready to be inside Kylan, I couldn’t wait another second.

“Oh, good boy,” I cooed, pulling the front of my pants down and slicking my cock with lube. Then, still with Kylan’s legs together, I pressed my cock into his slick crack. I felt the resistance of his hole and, leaning forward, pushed through.

Kylan choked on Marek’s cock, pulling off so he could cry out and catch his breath. I sank all the way in, down to my balls. Such sweet tight heat that ripped a groan of pleasure from my lungs.

“Daddy,” he wailed, pushing up on his hands, squeezing his arse around me.

I gripped his hair and pulled his head back, directing him back onto Marek’s cock. “Take your pacifier, princess. Suck it real good.”

He did, his head bobbing up and down on Marek while I slowly fucked his arse, his body between us, pale and petite.

Perfect.

Marek’s eyes met mine, heavy lidded, full of desire. “Love watching you fuck him,” he said. Then he hissed, his fingers finding Kylan’s hair, tugging gently. “Fuck, this is good.”

My pace quickened, too turned on, too far gone to do anything but fuck. My orgasm was coming at me like a freight train and I drove into Kylan, over and over, needing the release.

“Daddy’s gonna come,” I bit out, slamming into Kylan one last time. My cock was so hard, my balls drew up and the dam of pleasure burst. I came so hard, driving into him so deep he took Marek into his throat as he took my come.

I groaned loud and long with each pulse, with each wave of ecstasy. White-hot fire ripped through me, my brain spun, and I could barely register Marek’s moan, his face of pure bliss as he came after me.

I wanted to stay inside Kylan forever.

I wanted to collapse on top of him but was reluctant to hurt him.

I kissed his spine, his nape, the back of his head. “This sweet boy, what a good boy he is.”

Marek’s glazed-over eyes met mine and he chuckled. “Damn.”

I pulled out slowly, reluctantly. My heavy cock slipping free. “Want to feel how sweet he is?” I asked.

Marek nodded, and extracting himself from under Kylan, he swapped places with me. He pulled Kylan up onto his knees, put his half-hard dick to Kylan’s open hole, and slid into him. He took Kylan’s hips and sank all the way in, and Kylan cried out. “Oh, daddy, yes, yes.”

I lifted Kylan’s chin, drawing him up to meet my eyes. “I want to taste my husband,” I said before crashing my mouth to his. He took my tongue eagerly, his hands on my chest while Marek slow-fucked his used hole.

I reached down to Kylan’s cock and began to stroke him. He cried out into my mouth, his little body jerking between us. He was leaking precome, his shaft was slick in my fist.

“Be a good boy and come for me,” I said. I moved closer, pressing him between us the way he loved. Marek was still slow fucking him. “Keep going, baby. He’s close.”

So Marek fucked him harder, and a few thrusts later, Kylan’s whole body went rigid, and he cried out as he came.

His semen splashed over me, hot and welcome. He shuddered and whined, clinging to me, and twitching as his orgasm subsided. Then he sagged between us, exhausted and spent.

Marek slipped out of him and I collected Kylan into my arms. “Oh, princess,” I soothed. “You did such a good job.”

Though Marek’s cock was still half-hard. “Got more come for him?” I slid my hand down to Kylan’s arse, giving him a wiggle. “He’ll take it.”

Marek groaned but shook his head. “I could fuck him all day. If I don’t stop now, I will do just that. Maybe we should save it for tonight?”

I looked down at the boy in my arms, his sleepy, smiling face against my chest. “Will you want more tonight, boy?”

I wasn’t sure if him staying last night affected our schedule, but hell yes, I wanted him again tonight. Honestly, every night still wouldn’t be enough.

“Oh yes please, daddy,” he murmured. “All night. Both of you, all night long.”

Oh this perfect boy.

He had come into our lives no more than a whim of sexual fantasy to be shared between Marek and myself. A bit of fun, one night of incredible sex.

And now he was a regular feature in our bed. A permanent feature, two nights a week.

Three nights this week. Four, even.

And it still wasn’t enough.

Marek and I were in total agreement. Kylan held a place in our hearts.

I gave him a squeeze and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Anything you want, princess.”

Marek kissed my lips, then Kylan’s head. “Anything at all.”