Page 10 of Their Little Helper (The Lactin Brotherhood #22)

DALLY

Pokey was so fucking slow.

Gentle stretch this.

Edge that.

Get the bottom ready.

Fuck that.

Oh, my baby.

Yes.

“Such a good boy. Cuddling Daddy.” And not getting worried about anything too. I’d thought that might’ve been harder for him to manage, but it seemed he’d found the right headspace to handle that.

“Daddy likes cuddles.” The innocent explanation was sweetly delivered and he didn’t even seem to get uncomfortable as I sat up enough to strip off his shirt. “I remember.”

He remembered Daddy wanted shirtless cuddles because he was delightfully helpful in stripping off his T-shirt and the tight absorbent tank he was wearing underneath.

I kissed his cheek as his full chest came into view, a wonderful mix of sexy muscles and cuddly bear with the sexiest chest I’d ever seen.

And beautifully thick nipples begging for Daddy’s attention.

Pokey must’ve agreed too because he moaned as I curled against Harley and wrapped my lips around one. “Fuck.”

Absolutely.

And he finally got on the fuck Dally train because as Harley wrapped his arms around me and sighed, Pokey slid deep into me in one thrust. When both ends were filled with my men and I was wrapped in both their arms, Pokey finally sped up.

Long, rough thrusts filled me as he hammered me hard, giving me everything I’d been asking for so sweetly. I had a thought about how good it was that he could follow instructions, but that flittered away as they both made me feel so incredible.

Harley’s milk was sweet and he was making the softest, cutest sounds as I eased the tightness in his chest. He sighed and whined, and stroked my head as he relaxed into the couch. “Oh, Daddy…”

Pokey squeezed my hips tight, fucking me harder the sweeter Harley got and the more I sucked. “That’s…you’re both so…God.”

Agreed.

I’d tell him how smart he was later, though.

For the moment, all I could focus on was how full I was and how thick he felt and how soft Harley’s nipple was as I sucked on his beautiful body.

The perfect rhythm of it and the way they were both holding me quieted everything in my head and it was the closest thing to subspace I’d ever found outside of a scene.

As I floated on the overwhelming mix of pleasure, everything else faded and the fuzzy perfection wrapped around me like a blanket.

I could feel Harley’s body under mine and feel my hands stroking over his chest. I could feel Santos filling me and holding me tight like he thought I’d float away…

and I could feel my orgasm building like a wave getting ready to crash over all of us.

When it finally hit, it dragged me under and then the fireworks sent me flying. I loved the quiet they’d given me. I loved the feel of them wrapped around me. I loved the way they grounded me and made me wonderfully dirty as I floated away.

Pokey was stroking my back and Harley was nuzzling the top of my head as the real world tuned back in. I couldn’t help groaning and it made Pokey chuckle. “I think I found a way to turn off your brain.”

Smart and yet still a pain in the butt.

“I…” Harley’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I don’t know what to say but I’m glad you had fun.”

He was the sweetest boy ever.

“Thank you, baby.” I forced my head up and kissed his cheek. “You don’t have to figure out anything. You’re just going to cuddle me as I take care of your other side, then we’re going to give you a chance to play.”

His blush didn’t give me much to go on, but he wasn’t safewording which was a positive sign. “Would you like attention while I’m nursing on you or should we do them one at a time?”

Pokey muttered something about me being too assumptive, but it was too quiet for me to make out. So he knew he was wrong but just had to let it out anyway. Some men were just like that, though, so I didn’t take it personally.

“I…” Harley’s eyes widened but after a few seconds he nodded. “Green.”

Shoot.

My shirt.

“Good boy.” What was he green for, though? “You’re going to let me pick?”

Bingo…head nod.

I was so smart.

And I was going to remind Pokey of that fact once he stopped hiding his laughter against my back.

“I think that’s a wonderful way to handle the situation.” Especially if he liked both options. “I’m going to get you naked first.”

Sadly, that required me to move and Pokey’s grumbling said he agreed with me about that too. But once I was on the couch beside him, Pokey stopped his ridiculousness and moaned. “We’ve got such a sexy boy.”

“We’re very lucky.” I kissed our boy’s still pink cheeks and stroked my hand over his chest. “And there’s so many fun places to play with.”

Hmm…I shouldn’t be greedy.

“Do you want his cock or his chest?” Ha, I even remembered not to say breast or boob before I confirmed what Santos was comfortable with. I was a wonderful partner and was even patient while he blinked and thought.

Very patient.

But I was rewarded with an answer eventually.

I was incredibly patient.

“His cock.” Santos blinked again and looked up the line of Harley’s sexy body. “Eventually I want to kiss all over our boy, though.”

So much yummy goodness…on both of them.

“There’s so much to kiss it’s no wonder he needs two partners.” That fact didn’t help Harley’s blushing situation but it was obvious that he wasn’t too embarrassed when we started to take his jeans off.

Yep…proportional and happy to see us.

“I’m a very lucky man.” Two sweet men to take care of. Two big cocks to play with. “I’m going to wear myself out on this one soon.”

Harley’s coloring was starting to make Santos frown at me again, so I just kissed the red cheek as Harley settled back into the couch, naked and adorable. “Close your eyes and relax, baby. We’re going to take good care of you and you don’t have to make any decisions.”

His sigh of relief had Santos nearly giggling. “The hurricane is ready to handle everything. Don’t you worry.”

Rude.

But it made Harley snicker as he closed his eyes, so I didn’t point out Santos’s bad manners.

I’d do that later after I finished my snack and snuggle since those were the most important things at the moment. So I curled into Harley, stroking his chest and nuzzling as I licked his leaking nipple. “Such a good boy taking care of his Daddy.”

They both moaned as Santos finally brought his mouth to Harley’s cock, but I wasn’t facing the right direction.

Somehow we’d have to fix that next time.

But I was a good Daddy this time and focused on the toy in front of me and not the one that Santos got to play with.

Mine was silky and the perfect firmness to nibble and tease, getting a whimper from my sweet boy as we started our new playtime. “Oh…I…”

His arms tightened around me as I scraped my teeth on the end of his nipple, getting another sexy sound before I started to suck. That got me the sweetest moan but I could feel the way his body jerked as Santos upped his playtime too.

Harley was so full, his milk released with just the flick of my tongue and sweetness filled my mouth as I sucked.

I wanted to tell him how delicious he was and how relaxing it was to be in his arms, but this treat wasn’t one I could talk with my mouth full of it, so I focused on showing him how special he was.

Moaning and sucking, I kept up a steady rhythm as I stroked his chest and Santos sucked his cock.

It was a slow, almost lazy pleasure that built gently and it was perfect for our tender boy.

He soaked up every touch and sound, and when he was as full of our love as my tummy was of his milk, he jerked and cried out a warning to Santos. “ Papa .”

His Papa was a master cocksucker, so he was ready for our boy. I sucked down Harley’s last drops as he shook and his body bucked under ours, but I kept up a gentle suction and flicked his nipple with my tongue, teasing him until he went boneless.

We released him at the same time and curled up around him as soon as Santos climbed up on the couch. He was too blissed-out to blush, and even managed a sentence without shyness taking over. “Can I open my eyes, Daddy?”

“Yes, baby.” He nodded, satisfied with that answer as he kept them closed, getting a pleased sound from his Papa. “You just relax. We’re going to take good care of you.”

“You did.” Still boneless and probably floating, Harley’s mouth worked without his brain having a say in the matter. “I’ve never done anything like that. I didn’t have to figure out what to do. That’s really nice.”

How anyone had thought he was dominant enough to lead a scene or even take the lead in a quick fuck was beyond me, and Santos’s frown and the way he rolled his eyes said we were in agreement. Some people just weren’t that bright.

“We like the figuring out what to do part.” Santos kissed Harley’s cheek and stroked his hand over our boy’s lightly haired chest, barely teasing the fine hairs that were almost invisible. “And personally, I like the not having done that before part. Possessive, remember?”

My snort got a quiet laugh from our still-exhausted boy. “I forgot.”

“He’ll remind you. Don’t worry.” My dry response got a laugh from both of them that time. “And then I’ll have to remind him that you both belong to me. He keeps forgetting that part.”

Santos’s dramatic sigh got a giggle from Harley and it seemed like his little side was surfacing again as his Papa complained. “Your Daddy and I are going to have a conversation on how possession works.”

I snorted since it was my turn to make Harley laugh. “I know. He keeps getting it wrong.”

Our boy peeked his eyes open, little Harley smiling shyly at us. “I like possession.”

Adorable.

“I’m glad.” Kissing his cheek, I raised one eyebrow at Santos in a now what kind of expression. It wasn’t my house, so manners said he had to at least start to lead us in a direction. “We like keeping you.”

Harley blushed as his smile widened and he got even more innocent. “You’re gonna keep me a lot?”

I wasn’t sure exactly what that meant to him, but it sounded like a good idea. “Yes. A lot.”

Santos chuckled. “Yes. Lots and lots.”

Glad we were on the same page, I rested my head on Harley’s shoulder. “But first, we need to get our boy another drink and cleaned up.”

That got a naughty giggle from our cutie. “Daddy’s dirty.”

Daddy was very dirty…and it was lovely…but I really shouldn’t make a mess on Santos’s couch.

“Daddy probably needs a shower as long as Papa is going to be a good host.” My teasing dig at our drama queen had him rolling his eyes. “I don’t even have water either. I’m getting sticky. He didn’t even offer us a blanket.”

As Harley shook in silent laughter, Santos frowned. “I like you both naked. Harley’s warm and cuddly. And since he belongs to me, I don’t have to cover him up.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’re both mine and while I appreciate the view, you both need a sheet wrapped around you at the very least. What if you catch a cold?

What if aliens attack and you get abducted?

You don’t need to be naked if that happens.

It’ll send the wrong idea.” They were sexy enough they’d end up getting auctioned off.

“The chances of me getting abducted are slim to none and there’s a bell that will go off if anyone with a key tries to open the door. So we’ll have a warning for that as well.” Santos’s exaggerated frown had Harley kissing his cheek. “Thank you, sweet boy.”

“No aliens?” Harley’s question wasn’t nearly long enough to have a proper discussion on alien abductions or adventures, but Santos shook his head.

“No. No aliens. We’re safe here and your Daddy is just looking for ridiculous worries.” Reaching up, Santos stroked Harley’s head. “I’m much more worried about the way his tummy is growling. Either your Daddy is hungry or there’s a monster inside him.”

Harley pretended to frown seriously and dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Monster’s hungry.”

I was certainly hungry even if there was no monster.

“Playing is hard work.” I frowned at Santos. “You’re supposed to offer guests a snack.”

He rolled his eyes as he frowned at Harley. “He’s silly. He thinks he’s a guest.”

Shaking his head, Harley returned the serious expression. “No guest. Papa’s keeping us.”

“That’s right.” Looking very pleased with himself, Santos kissed Harley’s cheek again. “Such a smart boy.”

A smart boy that needed water, food, and reeducation because they belonged to me.