I copy him and look over my shoulder to see Daddy August is back in the doorway, slightly damp and breathless, dressed in a raspberry-pink silk robe that makes his brown hair look like milk chocolate and his skin like fresh cream. He looks even hotter than when he was in the suit. He approaches us slowly, like he’s savoring every second already.
“I can see that,” he says, stroking a big, warm hand over one of my ass cheeks. “What do you want, Master?”
Hearing him call Tallis that is really fucking sexy for some reason, and I don’t try and repress the shudder that sweeps over my body. Tallis chuckles beneath me. I didn’t think I’d like any kind of humiliation at all, but it’s kind of hot that he’s laughingatme. Because I’m turned on and they’re going to do whatever they please to me. It’s like I’ve been let in on a joke, but I can’t do anything about it. I’m not sure why that’s making me so horny, but it is. Like how they’re talking about what they’re planning for me as if I’m not even in the room.
I don’t get a say. I’m just here to make them feel amazing. All I have to do is be myself.
Tallis reaches out and pulls August in for an open-mouthed kiss beside my face. It’s easy to understand why seeing their raw passion is hot. My cock throbs against the ring.
“I want to watch you enjoy your birthday cake, my darling,” Tallis practically growls. “Be as fast or as slow as you like. But once you’ve filled him with cream, I’m going to take my time using him to make myself feel good. You’ll need to decide if you want to fuck him again before I allow him to come.”
I can’t help the whimper that escapes my throat. They both turn to look at me where I’m still bracing myself against Tallis’s chest. “Don’t worry, little treat,” Daddy August says as he cups the side of my face. “By the time our Master lets you orgasm, you’ll be out of your mind, and it’ll be so good. I promise.”
“I-I know, Daddy,” I say breathlessly. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly anxious, but that’s only because I’ve never done anything like this before. “I trust you both.”
Surprise flashes across August’s face, quickly followed by something warm and inviting that I want to chase.
“Oh, little treat,” he says, brushing his nose against mine. “Daddy’s going to gobble you up. You look so tasty. Are you really all for Daddy to lick and suck and nibble until you’re snuggled up in his belly?”
Okay, maybe I get the whole voraphilia concept now. It feels like he just wants to take care of me and keep me as close to him as possible.
I want that, too.
“Yes, I am, Daddy,” I whine. “Please swallow me up.”
Without a word, he moves back behind me and starts easing out the butt plug. I moan against Tallis’s smirking lips, wondering what’s to come. Then August puts his hands on my hips and gently flips me over so my back is against Tallis’s chest once more.
August’s robe has either fallen open or he’s deliberately undone it. But either way, I feel my eyes widen as I take in his rounded, hairy belly and his cock jutting from the dark thatch around his groin.
He’s big.
Like, really big.
I enjoyed Tallis stretching out my hole anyway, but now I’m extra glad he did. There’s no way I’m getting that inside me without good prep.
And I desperately want it inside me.
But for now, August lays me back against Tallis, who hugs me to his chest. The glittery vanilla syrup is getting on his clothes, but I’m guessing he doesn’t mind. We both watch as August leans over and fetches the silver platter and places it on the mattress.
Then he starts decorating his birthday cake. Which in this case, is my cock.
He spreads my legs against Tallis’s like we did before, then wraps his hand around my length, giving it an experimental stroke. I’m already so hard and turned on that I hiss and turn my face into Tallis’s neck. I don’t know how I’m going to last until I’m allowed to come, but at least the cock ring is helping.
“So yummy, Master,” August murmurs. “Thank you so much. I love it.”
“You’re welcome, my Augie Pie,” Tallis says warmly. “I can’t wait to see you dig in.”
August doesn’t waste any time grabbing a spoon and drizzling chocolate sauce all over my junk, apparently not caring if any gets on the satin sheets. I didn’t realize how liberating making a mess would be. I’ve had guys who insisted on me swallowing after blow jobs before because they couldn’t be bothered to do the laundry once I’d left. That made me feel like we were doing something wrong and dirty.
This feels like a celebration, which is perfect for a birthday party.
Once my dick is thoroughly covered with chocolate, sprinkles, chopped nuts, and mini marshmallows, August smacks his lips and leans down, his firm hands gripping almost all the way around my thighs as he sucks the tip of my length into his mouth, enjoying his cake toppings audibly.
We both moan and I shake as he drives me absolutely insane, getting chocolate all over his mouth as he devours every last bit of sweetness from my throbbing, leaking cock and balls. He doesn’t wipe his face as he then leans up and kisses my lips, his breath sweet as he pants into my mouth.
“You’re delicious, little treat,” he rasps, reaching for something on the tray I didn’t see before. It turns out to be mango-scented lube that he uses to stroke my already sticky cock mercilessly. “Are you going to be good for Daddy? He’s got lots of thick cream for you. He’s going to fill you up and gobble you up, over and over and over again, all weekend, whenever he gets hungry. You’re the perfect birthday treat. You’re going to make Daddy so fat and happy.”
“Yes, Daddy, yes,” I sob, leaning in and kissing as much chocolate off his face as I can. “Please, put me in your tummy. I’ll be good, I promise! Please!”