Page 16 of Their Little House Boston (Five Little Roommates #3)

Boston

I’d been so nervous about dinner. It was a meal at a restaurant, a typical date in that respect.

But I was going with two men that I liked, and we were trying out having a three-relationship of some sort between us.

That, in and of itself, was so new to me.

So much of this was—especially knowing he was a daddy and, the first time he saw me, I was dressed in my boyfriend’s little clothes at a sex club.

And then there was the fact that I kept thinking about Elliot as my boyfriend. Was he? No. But he wasn’t my friend either. He was more.

It was a lot to take in, and my head was really bad at shutting down when I needed it to.

I hadn’t needed to worry at all. From the time we climbed out of our rideshare and met Tripp at the restaurant, everything had been wonderful.

I felt comfortable and safe. The food was amazing, and, even though I didn’t understand how any of this would work, I left the restaurant knowing that I wanted it to and feeling like the same was true for the other two men at my side.

Tripp walked us up to the door and kissed us goodbye so sweetly, I nearly melted. If we’d lived somewhere else, I’d have invited him in. But this was a little house, bringing a daddy in without notice wasn’t acceptable, and it was probably for the best. It kept us from going too fast, too soon.

Or so I thought.

Elliot and I both walked up the stairs toward our rooms, but as we reached the landing, I knew I wasn’t ready to say good night.

“Can I have a sleepover?” I asked, meaning just that…sleeping over to sleep.

“Sure. Do you want to grab Koalakins?”

“Yeah. I’ll meet you back here. I’ll take a quick shower too.

” It would give me time to get my longing to kiss him under control, because tonight, that urge was so much stronger than in the past, and I’d want it to go well beyond that.

This was complicated enough without adding sex to the mix before we figured things out.

We agreed to meet in thirty, and I went to my room, pulled out a pair of my favorite comfy jams, and popped into the shower.

My initial thought was that I would take matters into my own hands. It wouldn’t take much to reach down, grab my cock, and jerk the arousal away.

Only it felt wrong—like I was being disrespectful in some way. And I knew that was ridiculous. Neither man would fault me for taking care of myself. Heck, they’d probably think it was hot, knowing I did it thinking about them.

But still, I couldn’t bring myself to do so and left the shower just as needy and horny as I was when I got in.

Koalakins and my pillow in hand, I headed down to Elliot’s room and walked inside.

I should have knocked. Of course I should have.

It was the polite thing to do. But I hadn’t thought of it at the time, and, when I stepped inside, he was standing there, buck naked, his cock semihard, just out there in the open as he toweled off his hair.

“I-I’m sorry. Do you want me to leave?”

He shook his head. “Nah, you’re good.”

I quickly shut the door behind me, not wanting anybody else to see his naked glory. Once I did, I didn’t even pretend to hide how I felt about seeing him. I raked my eyes up and down his body, soaking in his form.

“Is it okay? Can I?” I asked, and he looked back at me quizzically. “I want a taste. Can I have a taste?”

He swallowed before giving a slight nod.

I threw my pillow and Koalakins on the bed behind him and dropped to my knees. This was going to be fabulous. I hadn’t even touched him yet, and he was already getting harder, just knowing what I longed to do with him.

“Thank you. I need a snack.” I put my hand behind him, holding him steady, my fingers grabbing his ass, and took my hand and wrapped it around his hardening length. He was mostly hard already in anticipation. It was so fucking hot.

I jerked him a few times as I circled his tip with my tongue, and then I took him into my mouth, reaching behind him with my other hand and pulling him toward me so that he went all the way to the back of my throat with one quick motion.

He groaned—and that only spurred me on.

There was a time and place for teasing and coaxing and playing.

This wasn’t it. More than anything, I wanted him to come fast and hard…

to see the magic I could do, with none of the torture that we’d probably both have been facing being so close to Daddy Tripp at dinner and neither of us being able to do anything about it.

I worked his cock like it was my job—taking him back as far as I could, swallowing, twirling my tongue, holding him firm as I fucked him with my mouth until his body froze and the warmth of his cum shot to the back of my throat.

I made sure not to lose a drop, swallowing it all and savoring the taste. I licked him clean before I pulled off of him.

“Oh my fucking god. You know what you’re doing.” His fingers were woven through my hair, holding on tightly. I’d been so into what I was doing I hadn’t even noticed him grabbing on.

He let go, and I stumbled back until I was sitting on the bed. I licked my lips, looked back at him, wanting him to see how much this sated me. I didn’t even care that I was hard as a rock. This…this was enough.

I crawled into the bed behind him, snuggling for the night.

“Probably put some pajamas on before you go to sleep,” I teased. “You’ll get cold.” I’d have preferred he be naked, but the room was chilly, and if I could take care of him in that small way, then I wanted to do so.

It struck me that my Koalakins was sitting here, while we were in a little house, having just eaten dinner with a daddy, but everything about what we’d just done was just typical dating fun. Hotter than, because Elliot, but nothing kinky or little about it.

I didn’t feel like he was being a daddy, or that either one of us had any role other than two guys who liked each other trying to get off.

I closed my eyes, using Koalakins partly as a pillow, partly as a snuggly, as Elliot shuffled around the room getting ready for bed.

I hadn’t expected the covers to be pulled off me or for me to find him kneeling between my legs, licking his lips as his gaze met mine.

The man was hungry with a capital H, and I was there for it.

“My turn,” he said—like I could deny him that.

I raised my hips to help him pull my pajama pants down and then watched as he lowered his mouth onto my cock. Unlike me, he did take his time—licking, sucking, nibbling, stroking.

If he thought I was good at this, he was a freaking prodigy.