Page 35 of Their Perfect Daddy

DANNY

“ I ’ll be back with all the candy in a little bit, Princess.

The store is busy today. I’m doing my best. If it starts without me, then it’s fine.

Don’t wait for me.” Daddy’s voice echoes in the kitchen as I pace the length of the island.

I’ve got him on speaker, because even something as simple as holding a phone feels too much right now.

Shaking my hands out, I try to let the nerves wash away. “Ok, Daddy. I’m just really nervous. This is a big project. What if I accidentally messed it all up? I could have ruined people’s lives.”

“You didn’t ruin anything. Micah has told us as much. Today is meant to be a celebration. Enjoy it. Don’t let the ‘what ifs’ get you down.”

At his reminder, a tiny bit of relief shoots through me. It’s not enough to calm me completely. Just to get me to stop pacing.

“Ok, Daddy. I’ll go check on Monty now. Make sure he isn’t getting into trouble or anything.”

He laughs. “It’s anyone’s guess what he’s up to when left alone. Our brat is creative.”

I nod and reply, “Bye! See you soon!”

“See you soon, Princess.”

The line disconnects, then a silence fills the space. I want to immediately call him back to push away my worrisome thoughts. Except that would be depending on him too much. I need to work out this negative energy myself.

“Monty!” I call out as I leave the kitchen to go back into the movie room. It’s tucked further down the hall away from everywhere else. While we could have set things up in the living room, Monty suggested the more private space would be fun.

“It’ll create an entire experience,” he’d said.

He’s right, of course. I won’t tell him so until Daddy is here because I’m not going to listen to him gloat alone.

I take a deep breath before stepping into the dimly lit space. It’s not good for me to continue to be nervous over all this. Life happened. Change was needed. Thankfully, Micah stepped in to finish the planning for Sundae or else I’d feel even worse. Her parents deserve the very best.

The part that makes me the most nervous is how Sundae brought up the request to have a vow renewal as part of the party. Not only is it more work for Micah, but it’s also such a monumental occasion, I feel as if I’ve let everyone down by not being there.

“Daddy says the store is busy so he’s going to be an—oh!” When I turn to face the seating, I find a lot more than I bargained for.

Several inches more.

Monty doesn’t stop what he’s doing, nor does he look ashamed. He just strokes his cock as if this is completely normal. As if he isn’t a shirtless Adonis seated before those who want to worship him.

“You’re staring, Princess,” he drawls out, pleasure clear in his voice.

I could be blindfolded, and I’d still recognize the sound. I’ve become acquainted with it in the weeks since we’ve all been living together.

“What are you doing? We don’t have long before the streaming starts.”

He shakes his head. “All this tension needs an outlet. I wanted Daddy in on this too, except he had to go grab snacks. Then you rushed off to make calls to check on things. Figured I should take care of it myself rather than sit through this all hard and shit.”

“Oh.” The reply comes out soft, yet full of need. My eyes won’t leave his length. Each stroke of his fingers is hypnotizing. It’s almost like I feel his hands on me as well, even though I know that’s not the case.

Monty chuckles, bringing me back into focus. “Come here.” He waves me over with his free hand.

When I’m close, he tilts his head back to look up at me. I bite my lip as the image of some not-so-innocent things rush through my mind. Namely, him touching me like he’s touching himself. Or maybe even me sucking his length.

Yeah, I really want these ideas to come true.

“Do you want me to suck your cock, Princess?”

I gasp. “What?!”

“You look like you want some relief as well. I’m merely offering so you’re not all worked up either. We could help each other out.”

My head nods along to his words, both from agreement with what he’s saying, and also to tell him I want this. To make it clear I’m agreeing, I tug my sweats and underwear down to reveal my cock.

“What now?” I ask the question shyly.

“Now you climb up on this chair and fuck my face.”

I sputter at the directness. “Won’t I fall though? This probably isn’t a wise choice.”

Monty looks around the space for a moment, then nods as if answering his own question. “I’ve got a plan.”

He presses a button on his chair. It makes a motorized noise, then it’s leaning back slowly to a reclining position.

“There we go,” he says with a grin. “I’ll shift down some too. You’ll have plenty of room to keep steady.”

I shake my head at him, even as I laugh and shuck my bottoms entirely. This feels like a good idea and a bad one all rolled into one. Either way, I’m not stopping.

Not when we both need this release.

Not when I have him all to myself.

Not when I’ve wanted to do this since the moment we met.

The first night when he nuzzled my cock over my lace panties, I nearly died. It was so fucking sexy.

Back then, I couldn’t imagine anything topping it.

Boy, was I wrong.

“Get up here, Princess.” Monty taps my leg, then motions to his face.

I climb over him, positioning myself to straddle his face. The second I’m in place, his hands cup my ass and pull me forward. My cock slips between his lips with ease.

“Fuck!” I cry out as my body lights up. Every nerve ending comes alive with the way he devours me.

I can’t help how my hips buck forward. Can’t stop the desire to fuck his face just as he asked me to.

Getting lost in the sensation of him is easy. Time loses all meaning with the way he treats me to some of the best oral of my life. No, literally. He’s a fucking master at this. I only wish Daddy were here to join us.

When I feel the signs of my orgasm nearing, I pull back. Monty grunts, his mouth open as he tries to pull me forward again.

I shake my head. “What about you? You need attention too.”

Before he can object, I reposition myself so I’m facing his erection. It’s swollen and red, as if it’s trying to signal to me directly. I smile at the thought, then lean forward to wrap my lips around him.

“Oh, fuck,” Monty moans. “Feels… unnggh. Yes! Just like that, Prin?—”

He doesn’t finish the words as he buries his face in my ass. I feel his hands spreading my cheeks apart while his tongue goes to town on my hole.

It’s not what I was expecting, yet it’s everything I need to tip over the edge.

I cry out as my release sweeps through me. The vibration must hit him hard too, because the next thing I know, my mouth is being loaded down with Monty’s cum. I swallow it as quickly as I can before raising up to climb off him.

Even without checking the time, I know we’re probably calling it close. And Daddy is likely to come back at any minute.

But all my rational thought leaves when I turn to face him. While the smug grin on his lips is impressive, I barely notice it for the way my gaze homes in on his chest.

His chest covered in my release.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

Monty looks from my face to his chest and back. His grin tips up as he takes my hand in his. Without hesitation, he pulls me forward until my palm is pressing against his right pec.

“Why don’t you play with the mess you made, Princess? I think it’s only fair.”

I bite my lip as I contemplate his words. Obviously, he’s right. I did make a mess of him. And I should clean it up. It’s only fair.

Climbing onto his lap, I give into the urge to play. The Little side of me rises up as I swirl my fingers through the white sticky substance. I giggle as his chest moves beneath my touch.

“Someone’s extra happy now, huh?” Monty whispers.

I nod; my words lost as I let myself go. With each twirl of my finger, I find myself more and more relaxed. It lasts until I hear a deep chuckle behind me.

“You boys having fun?” Daddy asks.

I nod and keep my eyes on Monty’s chest.

“Our princess was nervous. I might have used some alternative methods to distract him.”

“Is that so? Looks as if it worked. I’ll have to remember this trick in case it happens again.” Daddy’s hand runs along my spine. I shiver at the touch.

Looking up at him, I smile. “Hi, Daddy! I played.”

“I see. You also got a bit territorial, huh?”

When I frown, he points to Monty’s chest. It’s then I see my playing wasn’t all that playful.

I’ve spelled out my name with my release.

“Oh my god! I didn’t… I didn’t mean to do this,” I rush to say.

Monty shakes his head. “What a shame. I kind of love the branding from you.”

“I agree.” Daddy’s hands grip the back of my neck, holding me steady. “It’s good to see my boys playing together. Even if it’s a little messy.”

The teasing tone in his voice is relieving. I allow myself a moment to think over the situation. Am I really upset about it or am I embarrassed?

Definitely the latter. I’d absolutely do it all over again if given the chance.

“As much as I’d love to dive into a deep discussion about all this, we have about two minutes before the broadcast starts. Micah let me know they had a delay in getting the streaming up and running, so you boys got lucky.”

“Yeah we did!” Monty shouts.

I smile and shake my head. “Let me just get a washcloth. I’ll clean this up.”

Daddy squeezes his hand once, then releases me. “While you do that, I’ll go cook up the popcorn and open the candy. I grabbed a bunch of fun size treats for you boys to have some variety.”

Monty and I cheer at the news of extra sweets. Daddy doesn’t always let us have lots. He says it makes us mischievous. Given our history, I have to agree with him.

After cleaning everything up, I drop into the chair beside Monty. Before I can let my nerves sink in again, he switches the screen on and logs into the streaming app. Daddy comes in carrying a tray piled high with delicious options for us.

I make a reaching motion to him. “Not yet, Princess. Let’s get settled first.”

“Hello? Can you guys hear me?” Micah’s voice halts the pout I want to throw Daddy’s way. It’s not because I’m bratting or anything. I just hate it when he tells me to wait for the goods. The goods could be sweets or his cock. Either way, I’m not going to be happy with waiting.

Daddy eases down in the seat on my other side. I fully understand him not placing the full tray near Monty. He would definitely sneak some when our caregiver wasn’t looking.

I snicker at the thought as Monty shouts, “Yeppers! You’re registering loud and clear.”

“Excellent. Glad we finally got this settled.” Micah takes a deep breath. “Now then, here’s how we’ll handle it. You’re going to have visual and audio, but I’m going to mute y’all on this side of things. I don’t want to distract from the ceremony. Agreed?”

“Not a problem, Micah. We appreciate you going through this much trouble. Especially when your own boy would prefer you stay home.” Daddy is referencing Jett, which sends a pang of guilt through me.

My friend must see it because he’s quick to interject. “He’s fine, actually. Raymond and Finn are with him today. Jake Bellport too. His Daddies set up some type of playdate which included painting model trains.”

“Bet he was eager to go,” Monty replies with a big smile.

Micah’s own grin rivals his brother’s. “He was ecstatic at the chance. I’m thankful the men were willing to spend the full day with him. There’s even talk of a sleepover.”

“I want a sleepover,” Monty grumbles.

Daddy leans forward to look at him. “Not until you’re released for more mobility. I can’t risk the other boys getting excited and setting back your progress. We want you healed and back on the field.”

A look comes across Monty’s face so quick I almost miss it. It’s not the first time I’ve seen it either. I have a sneaking suspicion this brat isn’t thrilled about playing professionally again.

Which begs the question: What does he really want?

“Happy Valentine’s Day, boyfriends!” Monty’s words are distracting enough that Daddy doesn’t mention anything else about football. I wonder if he noticed it too or if I’m the only one picking up on things.

Before I can ask about it, Micah’s clearing his throat and announcing it’s time to begin. I make a note to go over the details some other time. I want to know everything I can about my boyfriends. Even the thoughts they might be too scared to voice.