Page 12 of Their Perfect Daddy

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W atching Danny lose himself to his desires is fascinating. My sweet princess doesn’t quite know what he wants more: To bury his face in our brat’s chest or to squeeze his pecs like a stress toy.

Thankfully, our brat finds it as amusing as I do. He doesn’t move to interrupt anything Danny does. In fact, his lowered lids tell me a different story. Maybe he likes what’s happening.

As I’m thinking it through, he bites his lip and groans softly. Our princess doesn’t notice, but I sure as fuck do.

Interesting.

I make a mental note to explore this more later. There isn’t enough time now to truly investigate how deep this new experience goes.

“Time for you to get clean, Princess.” I gently grasp the back of Danny’s neck to tug him away. His blissed-out expression is adorable. I shake my head at him, then instruct Monty to climb in the shower. We follow right behind him.

The next several minutes are a test on my patience. I convince them we need to get clean quickly as we’re guests at a party that’s still going on down the hall. At least, I hope it is. Things will be really fucking awkward if they’re not.

I can only imagine the shit we’d get if they found out what we’d been up to. It’s going to be bad enough with Monty’s hair getting wet too. I keep mine out of the stream of water since its length makes it difficult to handle on top of getting my boys in line.

“Time to rinse,” I tell Danny once I’ve got him all lathered.

Monty tugs him closer to his front, then spins him in a slow circle. “It’s like a washing machine, Princess. You’re in the spin cycle.”

I chuckle at the joke. Danny giggles, and I realize no matter how corny it is, the fact that he got a laugh out of him makes Monty a winner in my book. Not that he wasn’t before.

Despite his bratty ways at times, I find myself drawn more to the young man. He can’t decide if he wants to be the life of the party or stick to himself. It’s so obvious to me after watching him earlier. I’m not sure how anyone else hasn’t noticed.

Then again, I think he’s similar to me in that respect.

In his daily life, he doesn’t have the space to be who he really is. Neither do I.

It’s not as if I can be Daddy at the hospital when I’m treating patients. And since there isn’t anyone in my life—or since there wasn’t before tonight—I haven’t had a release for my desires.

Now I’ve got two.

At least I do until they decide this is too much. Hopefully that time never comes. I can see a future with them both clearer than any other relationship I’ve ever had.

“Ok, Brat. Time for our princess to get dry,” I announce to them both.

Danny looks at me with a grin. He shakes his head. “I get dry. You and brat …” He makes a lewd motion with his hand, then blows a raspberry.

“You want to dry yourself off while I explore Monty? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

I really fucking hope it is. While I’ve kept Danny between us, I can’t deny my attraction to Monty too. The brat gets my blood pumping.

He’s big enough to take the rough fucking I sometimes need to get off. While I wouldn’t dare throw Danny around because of his small size and sweet temperament, I have none of those hesitations with the jacked man giving me wide eyes across the shower.

“Is that what you want, Brat?” I stroke my hard cock as I ask. His eyes trail down my body to watch the motion.

I can see the minute he decides he’s going to let me have my way. He heaves a deep breath and nods.

“Yes, Daddy.”

With a renewed sense of purpose, I close in on him. From the corner of my eye, I spot Danny slipping out of the shower stall. He keeps the door open as he grabs a towel and slowly begins drying himself.

“Do you have any hard limits?” I ask Monty once I’ve got him wrapped in my arms. I quickly amend my words when his jaw drops.

“I mean in the quick end of things. We don’t have time for penetration, but docking, frotting, and oral are all on the table for me if you’re game.

We could also stroke ourselves if you'd rather not be pressed against me.”

Easing back, I give him a moment to make the decision. Only he doesn’t let me get far.

Hands grasping my shoulders, he tells me, “I want whatever you do. That all sounds amazing. I just really want to come. My balls are going to be permanently blue if I don’t.”

I laugh at how he’s exaggerating the delayed pleasure. Edging is going on the list of things to try with him should I get another chance to be intimate with my brat. He’d probably lose his mind if I teased like I’m thinking.

Taking the lead is easy with Monty. There’s an openness to him. One that begs for acceptance from everyone around him.

If I weren’t so filled with lust, I’d want to sit him down to explain he shouldn’t trust strangers this easily. Then again, if he didn’t, we wouldn’t be here.

Later.

I’ll think about it all later.

Right now, I have more pressing things to focus on. Namely his gorgeous cock and how badly I want to feel it against mine.

Taking a quick moment to assess whether or not I can lift him, I decide to say, ‘fuck it’ and grab behind his thighs. He’s sturdy, but I’m not worried I’ll throw my back out or anything.

We didn’t cover enhanced strength due to arousal in medical school. I think there might be a paper or research study that would benefit from the idea though.

I shake my head to clear the wandering thoughts. It’s not a habit of mine to lose focus.

“Daddy,” Monty says softly.

Meeting his eyes, I smile to let him know I’m fine. “I’m going to hold you up, and you’re going to stroke us both. I know those hands are big and strong. You’ve got this, Brat.”

Determination takes over his features. I imagine this must be what he resembles in practice or during a game.

“Ok,” he mutters. Then a little louder he says, “Scoot back a little. I need more room to work.”

I take a half step back, making sure I’m stable despite the added weight, slippery floor, and rising need. It’s a hell of a trifecta.

“Right there,” my brat declares as he wraps his hand around my cock. “I’m going to just…”

He shifts his hips a bit to line us up just right. Once he does, he wastes no time stroking us. He’s ready to drag my orgasm free as fast as possible, if his grip is any indication.

If it was any other time, I’d make him wait. I don’t have it in me tonight. Not after all this buildup of watching them and then exploring Danny together.

“I’m close.” The words come out as a growl when I feel the tingle in my spine a few moments later. “You?”

He doesn’t answer me with words. His choked cry and pulsing cock are all I need to know his release is here. Cum gushes out of his crown, pouring over us both and making his strokes messy.

The sight alone is enough to get me the rest of the way. I groan as I squeeze my hands against his flesh. Pleasure soars through me.

I have enough sense to push us up against the wall. My boy slides down my body, his hands firm on my biceps as he massages them. It’s almost like he’s worried about me holding him up.

Maybe there is more to this than a one-time fuckfest.

I hope so.

Directing the shower head at our lower halves, I rinse us both again. “Time for you two to get dry,” Danny calls from the open door. He’s holding out two towels, and he’s fully dressed in the clothes Monty grabbed earlier.

Part of me hates that he dressed himself.

But a larger part of me is happy to see our boy isn’t jealous or angry to be left out of an intimate moment.

Sure, he told us to do it. That doesn’t mean he’s ok with it though.

I’ve seen more than one friend suffer in their relationships because someone said one thing and meant another.

“Thank you, Princess,” Monty says as he presses a smacking wet kiss on the other man’s cheek.

Danny laughs and pushes him away. When he turns my way, his gaze moves over me. He bites his bottom lip. In an effort to stop my body from trying to rally again, I give him a small salute and take the towel from him.

Time is of the essence.

My princess throws a strange look my way at the movement. I don’t think anything of it. It’s probably not something he’s used to seeing directed his way. I just figured it was cute.

By the time we get redressed, a ludicrous amount of time has passed. I stop the boys and say, “No matter what anyone says, what just happened is ours and it was beautiful. Please don’t feel bad or be embarrassed. And should you ever want it to happen again, I’m game.”

They share a look that says neither is quite sure what to make of my words. I can prove to them over time that I’m worth the new dynamic. I need them both. That much is clear.

My heart has decided they’re ours.