Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I wonder if . . . shit.
There’s no way I’ll get away with that. Surely Zeph will notice, but then, he’s so preoccupied with what’s happening to him that I don’t know if he has the current brain capacity to notice anything else happening around him.
Fuck.
Decisions. Decisions.
I know I shouldn’t, but damn it, the thrill is quickly taking over and controlling my every desire. Then, before I give myself a chance to think of a reason I shouldn’t even try to do this, I slip beneath Caesar’s knees and up through the gap between his thighs, not daring to take my hand off Zeph.
I keep working his son, and judging by the way his hips continue to jolt and his hand clutches his balls, I’d dare say he has no idea what’s about to transpire beneath this table. I barely even know how this is going to play out, but I’m excited to find out.
My fingers curl around the button of Caesar’s pants, and I watch his movements closely, waiting for him to freak out about finding someone hidden between his legs, but he doesn’t give a damn thing away, just lowers his hand beneath the table and gently caresses the side of my face, his thumb stretching to my lips and brushing over them.
I make quick work of freeing his thick cock with only one hand, and I find him just as ready for me as his son. The only difference is, one holds his composure like a soldier under enemy fire, while the other is struggling for dear life.
Caesar keeps the conversation with Zeph going as I grip both of them at the same time, working them in unison, my fists fluttering up and down their thick shafts as my thumbs roll over their tips, gently squeezing and tormenting them with every brush of my fingers, but that permanent hunger for Caesar rears its ugly head, and as my mouth waters for him, I can’t resist.
I lean in, closing my mouth over his tip before slowly working all the way down to his base, pushing past my gag reflex as my tongue rolls over his velvety skin. Caesar’s hand shifts under the table, gliding from the side of my face and around the back of my head, knotting into my hair just as Zephyr’s had been.
I pick up my pace with both of them, teasing Caesar with my tongue, sucking and tormenting him just as I’d done to Zeph only a moment ago, and while my lips remain focused on his father’s cock, my hand remains focused on him.
I pump him up and down, and the more I push him, the harder he struggles to hold back, and after watching him come so many times over the past week and a half, it becomes abundantly clear that he’s doing everything in his power not to come, but he should know better than that. I have a weakness for watching men crumble, and Zephyr is no different. He’s going to give it to me whether he’s mid-conversation with his father or not.
I shift beneath the table, pulling away from Caesar and clutching his base as I focus on his son, leaning back in and closing my mouth over him once again, feeling the way he trembles beneath my touch.
Caesar’s hand falls over mine around his base, and he slowly takes control, both of our hands working up and down his cock, and as my head bobs up and down over Zeph’s cock, I become entirely mesmerized by Caesar’s movement.
He’s so damn enticing that even while taking his son in my mouth, I want nothing more than to feel him all over me.
My tongue flicks over Zeph’s tip, and as if on cue, his whole body falters, jolting with a deep pleasure, and as I work him right to the back of my throat, Zeph finally lets go, coming hard and shooting his load straight into the back of my mouth like a goddamn rocket.
I suck him dry, taking everything he has to offer as he chats to his father about his classes, giving shitty one-word responses, grunts, and groans. The moment Zeph has finished emptying himself, his body visibly relaxes, and I pull away while listening to the shift in his tone. He’s suddenly able to string longer sentences together.
I laugh to myself, and the second I can, I focus every last ounce of my attention on daddy dearest. He’s delicious, and as he waits patiently for me like the good boy that he is, all that’s left for me to do is reward him.
Sensing I’m ready, his hand falls away and returns to the nape of my neck before twisting up into my hair and taking hold. Then, not wasting a single moment, I close my mouth over him again, every moment with him feeling brand new to the point I barely even notice Zeph behind me, discreetly folding his cock back into his pants before getting up from the table and awkwardly excusing himself. All that matters is the feel of his father on my tongue.