Page 15 of Their Little House Tristan (Five Little Roommates #2)
James
“Oh my god, he’s a goldendoodle! Like Dutterpup and Elsie.” Tristan fell on his knees in front of King, who accepted his hugs and pets as his due. My dog had never met anyone he didn’t like—at least not while he’d been in my care, and I didn’t like to think that he’d had a rough time before City GoldenDoodle. All I could do was make his life as perfect as possible going forward. “What a good boy.”
“He actually is besties with Dutterpup and Elsie. When I volunteer there, he comes along to visit.”
“Wow, you volunteer at the shelter, too?” Tristan scratched King under the chin. “That’s very nice of you.”
“Well, my friend comes from there, and I’m very grateful for the good care they gave him.” I led the way into the living room. “Who wants something to drink?”
Nobody said a word.
“Who wants the tour?”
Two hands went up.
“All right, then, this is the living room, and the kitchen is through the door on the left.” I gestured as we passed the doorway. “If you wake up hungry or thirsty, please go on in and have anything you want.” Proceeding on, I led them up the stairs. “There’s also a den downstairs and a dining room, and up here, we have the bedrooms.”
I opened the door of each and showed them the rooms. The master had an ensuite, and the other two, smaller bedrooms across the hallway had a shared Jack-and-Jill-style bathroom. I didn’t want them to think I was assuming anything. If they wanted to stay over just in a friendly way, so be it. “And that’s all we got. All the beds are made up, so you can stay in whichever one you like.”
“You don’t want us to stay with you?” Tristan’s voice was so unsure, I regretted what I’d said. But it was still important.
“I do want you to, but if you’d rather just watch a movie and have a snack then go to one of the guest rooms and be alone or even if the two of you just want to be together, I respect that. Your choice.”
“And one of those choices is spending the night in bed with you?” Bell asked, standing tall but not meeting my gaze. “Is that all right?”
“Yes, it is.” So much more than all right. “As long as you’re sure. But maybe you’d like to—”
Bell opened my bedroom door and peeked in. He glanced back at me, and I rested a hand on the small of his back.
“Come in.”
Somehow, at that moment, any hesitation on any of our parts melted away, along with our clothes. I shut the door behind us to keep King from wandering in and then took Tristan’s and Bell’s hands and tugged them toward the bed. I wanted them there, in my nest so to speak, where I could touch their skin and kiss any part of them I wanted to. I landed in the middle, which worked well for me, and we were all kissing. I couldn’t have said who was kissing me in any particular spot at any time, and I doubted they could either, but when someone ended up straddling my hips, I opened my eyes to find Tristan there, and my cock nudging his hot hole. “There are condoms,” I gasped, but he shook his head.
“You don’t need them unless you have something?”
“No, I’ve been tested,” Tristan said. “You fine too?”
“I am now. But, Bell, grab the lube from the nightstand.” He not only grabbed it, but he squirted it on my cock and stroked it in before working a dollop into the other little’s hole. When he leaned back, the tip of my cock prodded at his hole, pushing through the tight ring of muscles and into his hot, tight body. Then, as I paused gripping Tristan’s hips and holding him still, allowing him to adjust, Bell threw a leg over my shoulders and presented me with a long, stiff cock I couldn’t wait to get my mouth around.
Each of them, in the dim light filtering in from the hallway, was like a work of art, and I wanted to taste them, fuck them, and stroke them slowly to sleep afterward. So we set about doing all those things, configuring differently each time throughout our first night together. Both of them had hot tight asses, and I did my best to be sure I filled them as many times as my body permitted, which was more than I’d ever experienced before. Having the two men made for me had that effect.
When we finally collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent, I gathered them close and held them to me, never wanting them any farther away from me than this. King was going to have to learn to spend some of his nights in the hallway.
Yet, I woke to sunshine, my men, and at the foot of the bed a smug-looking goldendoodle. He’d gotten one of them to let him in, the tricky beast. Love me, love my dog.