Page 20 of Phantom Faceoff (Daddies of the League #5)

Chapter Eighteen

Zander

I want Malachi Blanchard more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.

His hard cock juts from his boxer-briefs obscenely with a wet spot at the tip that I’m dying to get my lips around, but Daddy said no touching, and I want to be good.

He doesn’t stop my wandering fingers, soaking in the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.

His attention shifts from me to Julian—writhing and panting on the bed.

“Are you okay, Jules?”

“Uh huh,” he says in a quiet but sure voice. “I’m good, Daddy.”

Malachi smiles, and it’s so soft and affectionate that my chest aches.

I withdraw my fingers from the leg of his boxers and find the knot in the laces I tied around his wrists.

It only takes a few tugs for it to fall to the floor, and I breathe a sigh of pure relief when the first thing Malachi does is thread his fingers through my hair and hold tight.

“Take his underwear off and give his dick some appreciation. He’s letting you use him so good. Let him use you.”

Hot. He’s so fucking hot.

He tugs my head back and stares down at me with those intensely gray eyes like storm clouds. “I mean it. Jules isn’t just here to be my stand in. This is just as much about him as it is you and me.”

I swallow roughly and nod. It’s hard to focus on two people at once, especially with Malachi involved, because all I want to do is drag him down to me and kiss and touch until we’re both covered in each other’s spunk.

He guides me forward—the smallest nudge—and secretly I like the way he holds me. A reminder that he’s watching, that he’s taking care of us.

I grip Julian’s poor, stretched out underwear and slip them the rest of the way down his legs, cute little cock bouncing against his stomach now that it’s free. My hands land on Julian’s ass cheeks, kneading and spreading them apart to see his greedy hole flutter.

I lean in and lick a stripe up the underside of his dick, then suck the salty precum from the tip. Malachi’s fingers dig into my scalp, and I take a little more of his dick in my mouth.

Take care of him, Malachi’s fingers say as they twist on my hair.

I take Julian’s dick to the back of my throat, resting a hand on his hip to keep him from thrusting and trailing the other up his abdomen.

“Zander.” He latches a hand onto mine, gasping and groaning with each long, slow draw on his cock.

He’s eager, responsive to every lick, suck, and moan I make. When his dick starts to swell, I pop off and grip him hard at the base. He throws his head back and thrusts his hips up, but I hold him still.

When I look up at Malachi, he’s staring down at Julian with adoration in his eyes. He brushes hair tangled with sweat out of Julian’s eyes and rubs his thumb over his cheekbone.

“You’re taking him so good, you know that, baby boy?”

I’ve never heard Malachi talk like this: so sweet and reverent.

“You wanna come with Zander inside you? Want his dick again, baby?”

And so fucking dirty at the same time.

Malachi lets go of my hair and motions for me to stand. I do, without question, and immediately Julian reaches for me. His arms wrap around my shoulders, legs hooking around my waist, and our mouths collide in a fervent kiss.

Pure neediness leaks from him. From every little noise he makes into my mouth. From the rock of his hips as he searches for friction on his neglected dick.

Malachi is right. Julian is being good and patient—he deserves some undivided attention.

I fit a hand between us to wrap around his cock, stroking it slow as I line myself back up with his hole. He whimpers and bares down until the head pops in, and it takes all of my willpower not to pound into him.

“You feel so good,” I whisper to him, dragging my lips to his neck. “Do you like Daddy watching you take dick?”

He doesn’t answer right away, and when his jaw quivers, I bring my forehead to his. Maybe I read their dynamic wrong; I’m not sure of the right way to address the ‘Daddy’ thing between them.

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.

There’s a final gasp and choked out cry as his hole clenches down on my dick. Cum shoots between my fingers and splashes both of our stomachs.

I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm; it’s ready to barrel out of me, and I’m just barely able to hold it off. Something is missing.

Malachi and I lock eyes, and just as my dick gives a warning twitch, Julian tugs me down and presses his lips to my ear.

“Daddy wants you,” he whispers breathlessly. “Let him have you. Show him you trust him.”

Pulling out of Julian almost sets me off with how tight and responsive he is, and he kisses the soft spot under my ear as I pull away. My cock is throbbing, aching as I slowly roll the condom off and ditch it in the trash.

The bed dips under my weight as I crawl across to where Malachi sits, lust brimming in his stare. He told me I can’t touch him, so I don’t, but I fit my knees around his thighs and sit back on my haunches.

He’s fucking me with his eyes, all of my nerves becoming electrified by the mere thought of what his hands could do to me.

I grasp my cock and stroke it nice and slow, making sure to milk the precum down my shaft.

“Tell me where to come,” I say, body already starting to convulse as the wave rises higher, nearing in tighter. “Daddy, please. I want to mark you.”

Malachi’s fingers dig into his own thighs, leaving irritated, red marks as he holds himself back from likely throwing me on the bed and fucking me senseless.

Those eyes drink in every inch of my body, and if he doesn’t make a choice now, I swear to god I’m going to shove my dick in his mouth and make him choke on it.

“Daddy,” I warn, losing the fight as my eyes screw shut.

Hands grip my hips and jolt me forward, my spurting cock rubbing up on Malachi’s abdomen and covering him in my release. Lips fall on my neck, sucking and teasing, and just as I let myself go, he pinches my skin between his teeth, and another wave of cum pours from my spent dick.

It stings, but he keeps going. Kissing and biting a trail along my neck and shoulder until my skin feels like pins and needles. When he lets me go, I fall boneless to my ass, then flat to my back. My head lands near Julian’s, who hasn’t so much as moved since being fucked.

He leans his head on mine, sighing contently and reaching for my hand. I give it, too tired to even open my eyes. Another set of hands rub up and down my thighs, but all that does is make the threat of sleep weigh down on me more.

Something cold touches my stomach, and when I swat it away, Malachi’s deep chuckle sounds in my ear.

“Settle down,” he says, voice low and husky.

I peek an eye open and catch him coaxing Julian to the head of the bed, and when he turns to me, my chest fills with something hot. It’s not arousal; my libido is thoroughly depleted.

Hold me, it says, and the warmth in Malachi’s eyes makes me think maybe he understands. Maybe he can read me—care for me—the way he does Julian.

“I’ve got you, Wildfire,” he says as my eyes close.

Arms circle around me. Something heavy settles on my chest. A couple of seconds later, the bed shifts and another pair of arms wrap around my shoulders.

We’re a tangle of limbs, but I’m not sure I can bring myself to care.

It doesn’t matter who’s holding who. Just that for now, we’ve got each other.

We’re safe.