Page 22 of Their Little House Boston (Five Little Roommates #3)

Boston

Collapsing into a pile of sweaty limbs with Tripp and Elliot was not how I anticipated the evening ending.

I thought we’d take it slow, like we had been.

I’d never been so happy to be wrong. And now?

Now, I was lucky enough to end up in the middle, with both of them snuggled up, one on each side of me.

I was the center of the most perfect sandwich there was.

Simultaneously exhausted and wired.

Tripp kissed my forehead and announced that we needed to get cleaned up. Moving hadn’t been in my immediate plans, but his suggestion was solid. Waking up a sticky gross mess in the morning wasn’t my idea of a good time and even with the condoms, there was mess aplenty.

Slowly, I got out of bed with Elliot and Tripp, and we went into the bathroom, where he had a fairly decent-sized shower. We took turns washing each other’s hair and each other’s bodies, exploring our partners at a slower pace than we had in the bed.

Everything had happened so fast once we decided where the evening was headed. How could it not? We’d been wanting this for so long. Once we finally gave ourselves permission to go full-speed ahead, I loved every minute of it.

Once we were clean and rinsed, Tripp turned the water off and then, starting with Elliot, dried each of us off from head to toe. And then being the daddy that he was, offered us each a snack.

I wasn’t hungry, though—not for food. The shower had woken me up again in multiple places, and I was ready to be pressed against my men once again.

No, that wasn’t what I wanted, longed for something else, and part of me was too scared to ask them for it.

The other part of me couldn’t wait to blurt it out.

“I think we lost him,” Elliot teased.

I turned to Elliot, wondering what I’d missed while envisioning my guys making out while I watched.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Both me and Tripp started laughing.

“You went away from us.” Elliot tapped my nose. “What were you thinking about?”

This was my opening. “I-I’m not sure you wanna know.” I was only half teasing. They would either love my idea or hate it. But one thing was for sure, they would never make me feel bad about it. Both of them were great about that.

“Now, you really need to tell us.” Tripp intertwined his fingers with mine, anchoring me.

“I was thinking that you and Elliot look really hot when you kiss, and I kind of wanted to watch you do more than kissing.”

“Oh really? And what was that more you’d want to see?” Elliot raised his eyebrow. He 10,000 percent knew and wanted to hear my words.

There was no judgment in his voice, just a sort of happy amusement mixed with some heat. I didn’t know if he was going to like what I was about to say, but whatever the case may be, he appreciated that I was speaking freely based on the way his hand now rested on my chest.

I turned to Tripp. “I’d like to see you…inside him.”

“Inside me?” Elliot ran his finger down my chest toward my already hardening cock. “Where should he be inside me? My mouth? My hole?”

Damn. I hadn’t thought about that. “I don’t care. Just…somewhere. Is that something that maybe we could do sometime, Daddy?”

The name filled the bathroom.

“Are you interested in seeing it now? Is that on the table?” Elliot’s attention was no longer on me now; instead, he was watching Tripp.

“If that’s what our boy wants, can we deny him?”

Me. I was our boy. I freaking loved it.

I dropped Tripp’s hand and ran to the bedroom, where I dragged the small chair his suit jacket hung over toward the bed and took a seat.

“I’m ready.” So beyond ready. This wasn’t the first time this scenario had run through my head, but it was the first time I allowed myself to acknowledge it, and that pushed me to share it.

Elliot shook his head in humor. “Looks like our boy wants a show. Let’s give it to him.”

I’d never been brave like this. I wasn’t one to hide who I wanted or what my desires were, but this—this was so bold.

So outside my norm. Then again, I’d gone from somebody who liked men and women to somebody who discovered that they were not only poly but also little—why not add voyeuristic to the mix?

Elliot climbed onto the bed. He crooked a finger for Tripp, and they both sat there on their knees, kissing, then hands wandering while small moans of pleasure escaped them. They managed to angle their bodies so I was able to see everything. They were putting on the show, and I was there for it.

They continued for a few minutes and then Tripp guided Elliot so he was flat on his back, his cock hard and bouncing with the motion of it.

Tripp worked Elliot’s cock with his mouth while he managed to coat his fingers with lube and work Elliot’s entrance until he was squirming beneath Daddy, begging for more… and more Daddy gave him.

Tripp helped get Elliot situated so that he was bent over the back side of the bed and then slowly entered him. The angle was perfect for me to see him as he entered our partner. I could see every single movement from where I sat. He bottomed out and then slowly at first, he thrust in and out.

My hand went to my own cock, not even caring if they saw…maybe liking that they could. Letting me see what they were doing had me so turned on, how could I sit there and not take matters into my own hand.

I jerked in time as Tripp’s tempo quickened.

My cock was hard as nails, much quicker than it should have, given I had just come so recently, and my climax wasn’t far behind.

As cum coated my hand, Daddy reached beneath Elliot and grabbed his cock, helping him orgasm before he too exploded inside our mate.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, ever participated in.

And I had a feeling our sex life was only going to get hotter from here.