Page 11 of Their Perfect Daddy

DANNY

I shiver at the intensity in Monty’s eyes as he rises to his full height. He towers over me, albeit not as much as Skye. Where the man leaning against the wall is all lean and soft looking, Monty is built to withstand… well, anything.

For years, I’ve watched him play football as if every second counts. He leaves his blood, sweat, and tears on the field.

Knowing the passion in his work, I see the parallels to his personal life.

Because yeah. He’s giving me everything I could possibly want. His attention. His passion. His honesty.

The last time we were together, I made an assumption about his reaction to me. I think I let other bad experiences color the moment with him.

His next words prove me right.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” Monty tugs at the lace covering my lower half. “The first time I saw you in something like this, I nearly choked on my tongue. I’d never seen something so precious in all my life.”

I shake my head. “But you…”

“Not my finest moment. I can admit as much. I tried to make up for it by sending you those gift cards. Did you get them?”

“Yeah, definitely not a good moment,” I agree softly. “I thought you hated what you saw.” It takes me a second, but then the rest of his words catch up to me. “You sent those gift cards?! They were worth THOUSANDS! I thought it was a mistake and planned to send them back.”

His brows dip, and he leans forward until we’re eye to eye.

“There is not an ounce of hate when it comes to you, Princess. If anything, it’s far too deep on the other end of the spectrum of feelings.

Maybe that’s why I ran scared. And as for the gifts, there’s no need to send anything back.

I want you to spend the money to your heart’s content. ”

A throat clears from behind us. I turn to see Skye wearing a stern look.

“There doesn’t seem to be much cleaning happening, Brat. Our princess is dirty, and I don’t much enjoy playing with dirty things.”

“But you don’t have an issue with making a mess,” Monty mutters lowly.

Unfortunately for him, we’re in a shower that echoes. The sound of his voice wouldn’t have traveled as far anywhere else.

Monty realizes his mistake when Skye stands and moves to us. “Go sit on the counter, Brat. Since you won’t do as I ask, I’ll have to give a demonstration of what I expect.”

“Hey! That’s not fair.”

“How is it not fair? You’ve had ample time to strip these panties of his and get him in the shower. Despite the opportunity to see all of him bare and to show off your own handsome form, you’ve been dawdling.”

Monty stomps his foot. “I haven’t been dawdling, right, Princess?”

He looks to me, and I shake my head slowly. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say right now. I go with honesty since it seems Skye prefers it.

Admittedly, so do I.

“You were saying nice things to me.” The words leave me in a rush. “He said I was beautiful and that he doesn’t hate me.”

Skye looks between us, a knowing smirk blooming on his tempting mouth. “Is that so?”

When he hums and steps closer to us, I worry I’ll come again just from their proximity. My hard cock pulses with need.

A need to be touched.

A need to be sucked.

I’d take either right about now. Hell, they could blow on it, and I’m pretty sure I’d erupt.

The mental picture has me groaning as I throw my head back. I feel fingers dig into the crown of my hair a second before I’m released.

“What was that noise about, Princess? Are you unhappy about this arrangement? All you have to do is say the word, and we’ll back off. Both of us. We can wait in the bedroom while you clean up and it can be as if none of this ever happened.”

“No! Please, no!” I grab the arm holding my hair as I lean my head against his grip. “I don’t want this to stop. I was… I was thinking about being touched and stuff.”

“And stuff?”

I nod.

“What stuff?” Monty joins in. I hadn’t forgotten he was here, but his silence did give the illusion of me and Skye being the only ones invested for a few seconds.

Done with playing coy, I admit my thoughts. What’s the worst that can happen? I’ve already assumed too much about him. I need to give them both a chance to prove my inner pessimist wrong.

“I was thinking about being touched. Specifically my cock. It aches.” I whine the last part as my hips tilt, said appendage wanting attention. “And I thought about being sucked. Both had me wanting to come because I could picture it and how it would make me feel.”

Skye’s hand immediately moves to tug at my underwear. He drops to a squat, lifting my legs as he takes the lace and garters off my body. I watch him tuck the fabric into his suit pocket before he reaches up to stroke me.

I shudder at the simple touch.

It’s too much.

I’m already on the edge.

“You’re going to make me come again,” I say with a gasp.

Skye chuckles. “That’s the idea.” Then he turns to Monty. “Why don’t you help him stay standing? Think you can do that much, Brat?”

The other man in this misfit trio of ours instantly moves into place. I feel one hand on my hip as his other arm bands across my chest. There is not a single chance of me going anywhere so long as he keeps his grip.

While anyone else might send me into panic in this hold, I feel completely safe with Monty. It’s weird, actually. Because at the start of the night, I didn’t even want to think about him.

“That’s a good boy,” Skye says to Monty, praising him again. I feel the muscles in his arms ripple as he shudders.

Feeling a bit bratty myself, I push to see if I can get Monty on board with another part of this plan. The part I’m really far too excited for.

Thrusting back quickly, I softly ask, “Shouldn’t you say ‘Thank you, Daddy’ to him? Else you’re still being a brat.”

Both men freeze. Skye’s grip on my cock tightens as he sways forward like he wants to gobble me right up. His pupils are blown, which only makes this all much hotter.

A man fully dressed in a suit on his knees prepared to bring me pleasure? Um, yes please.

And then there’s Monty. His length presses against my ass, clearly wanting entry. I’d gladly let him too, even if I’m not sure if we’re quite ready for that step. We’re already taking way too long for this shower.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Monty’s raspy voice comes over my shoulder. With it, I feel the last of the tension drop away. I’m relaxed in his hold, trusting him and Skye to take care of me completely.

My mind starts to get a bit fuzzy around the edges as I sink into that fun place I rarely get to go to.

The one where I don’t have to be responsible or ‘ on’ all the time.

I just get to be me. Get to be the Danny who loves lace and pretty princess things.

The same one who wouldn’t mind playing with dolls when all the other boys thought it was too girly.

“I’ve been given such a gift with my two beautiful boys. What ever will I do now?”

Skye’s words are a taunt and a praise all rolled into one.

“Hopefully you’ll get naked and then let me get naked and then we can clean our princess together. Because honestly, what’s better than one washer person? Two. The answer is two, Daddy,” Monty rushes to say.

I nod to say I agree with his words. As much as I love the feel of Skye’s hands on me, I really want to see what these two men are working with. Monty has done some ads where he’s shirtless before. I’ve stared at them long enough to know the rest has to be just as enticing.

It wouldn’t be right of the universe if it weren’t.

Once again, I stare as the man rises from his squat to stand over me. Looking behind me, I watch Monty give him the same level of attention.

We’re captivated by him. Eager to see what he commands next.

Because he’s definitely the one in charge. I know I could say stop and they would, but I have no intention of doing so. If anything, I want to see how far we can go.

Quicker than I can blink, Skye strips away his jacket and shirt. They end up on the counter by the sink when he tosses them out of the way.

Monty shouts a quick, “Hell-fucking-yes,” behind me as he lets me go to remove his own clothing. Skye gives a throaty chuckle at his excitement, though he doesn’t stop or say anything in reply.

His gaze remains on me as he slips his pants and underwear off in one sweeping motion. Because he has to bend over to remove them, I don’t get to see what I’m after at first.

But then he stands.

And hell-fucking-yes is an understatement.

There aren’t enough positive adjectives in the English language to describe how perfect Skye’s body is. He’s all long limbs and delicate pale skin. His freckles cover every inch of him, the patterns unruly in a way that goes against his Daddy persona.

If that wasn’t enough of a tease, add in his red hair, and I’m a goner. I squeak in delight as I surge forward to his chest.

My face buries against the thin layer of hair there as I inhale his scent. I feel a bit animalistic; however, I can’t find a reason to stop.

He smells good.

He looks good.

He feels good.

Why in the world would I not enjoy this?

I may never get the chance to do this again.

The thought brings me back to reality really quick.

All fuzzy good vibes leave as I pull back to look up at him. “You’re so handsome,” I tell him.

He reaches down to cup my cheek. “And you are quite gorgeous, Princess. But there’s someone else who needs our praise as well. Our brat is getting a bit jealous you haven’t turned his way yet.”

The spin I do is comedic. I probably resemble a cartoon character with how my jaw drops and my eyes widen as well.

Monty’s naked form is an all-you-can-eat dessert bar for my eyes. Delicious and oh, so bad for me because now I never want to see him in clothes again. I would do just about anything to always keep him this way.

I would say the same for Skye, but I really can appreciate his suit.

Ok, and if I think about it, Monty in his uniform is pretty hot too.

Shit.

Maybe there can be some balance to this. I’ll just need to take a mental snapshot of this to keep on hand for every single future sexual interaction I ever have. There is no way I’ll ever top this.

Not even my naughtiest fantasies compare to what having these two men surrounding me is in reality.

“Isn’t he handsome, Princess? Don’t you just want to trail your tongue over every part of him?”

I nod rapidly at Skye’s question. My hands have a mind of their own, reaching out and trailing over said body. He’s hard, the muscle meeting the pressure of my fingers in a way that proves he’s built them with hard work.

Giving into the temptation, I squeeze one of his pecs. When Monty laughs, I jump back and blush.

“Sorry,” I mumble as embarrassment washes over me.

I can’t believe I just squeezed him.

“It’s nothing to be upset over, Princess. I’ve never had anyone do that to me. Feels kind of nice actually.” Monty grabs my hands, pulling them back to his chest to mimic the move I just did.

Squeezing him this time is a treat. Because I know what I’m doing is different but not wrong.

I giggle, then bury my face between them. It’s far softer than I’d imagined, though I’m not complaining. I hear the two men around me chuckling at my actions. I’m too far gone to care.

This is the happiest and horniest I’ve ever been. Who knew it’d be such a winning combo?