It won’t be the last.
We’ve all been on the edge for a while, however, and I knew we wouldn’t last long. That’s perfectly fine, though. Oliver in particular has already run a marathon metaphorically speaking.
It’s time for us all to cross the finish line.
“Master!” August grunts, but after all this time together, more often than not I know when he’s about to blow his loadbefore he does. I relax, welcoming my own climax as it rushes to greet me.
“Come, my darling,” I instruct him. At the same moment, I wrap my hand around Oliver’s hard, leaking shaft, stroking fast.
I’m not certain who loses it first, but suddenly we’re a ball of writhing, convulsing limbs, teeth gnashing then lungs gasping for air as we come crashing back down to Earth. I’m vaguely aware of the approving murmur that sweeps around the room from our guests, and I grin exhaustedly with pride.
“Did you enjoy that, little treat?” I utter in Oliver’s ear, hugging him to me as he feels in danger of collapsing.
“Best meal…I’ve ever…had,” he manages to reply between breaths. Then he looks blearily over his shoulder at me, grinning cheekily. “Thank you, Master.” Then he flops down on August’s chest, spreading cum everywhere. Their lips meet in a lazy kiss. “Thank you, Daddy.”
August lifts his arm like it’s moving through molasses and fondly cards his fingers through Oliver’s hair. “Do you feel special, baby boy?”
Oliver grins again, looking like he’s on the verge of passing out. “Michelin Star special, Daddy.”
My heart bursts with pride. I’ll need to whisk my men off soon to get them cleaned up and allow our guests to enjoy the party some more. But for a few more moments, I just look at them, feeling them intimately against my softening cock.
My Augie Pie and my Ollie Pop.
The new name comes to me out of nowhere, like a lightning strike. It feels perfect.
Mine,I think ferociously again to myself. Both of them are mine. It’s plain as day how well the three of us work together, how we complement each other. Hopefully after tonight, Oliver will understand that as well beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Because there’s no way I’m letting him go now.
CHAPTER 15
August
“There we go,”I say warmly, fixing Oliver’s bracelet back around his wrist.
He and I have collapsed on the sofa in our living room. We’re freshly showered and wrapped in fluffy robes, hair still damp and limbs deliciously sore. Tallis is seeing out the last of the guests from our party after the festivities naturally wound down. Some of them, namely Rafferty McKenna and his doll, Kiki, took advantage of our downstairs bathroom before departing. But Tallis made sure Oliver and I only had to worry about our own clean-up. The guests were all properly taken care of by my husband in our absence, I have no doubt.
That’s what makes him such a good Master.
My boy turns his arm this way and that, marveling at his bangle as much as the first time I put it on him. “We should add a charm to it,” I comment, grinning when Oliver raises his eyebrows questioningly at me. “To commemorate this evening. Perhaps a bunch of grapes?”
Oliver snorts. “Is that because grapes represent wine, and wine represents orgies? Or because I had several different bunches of grapes in my mouth tonight?”
I laugh and tickle his sides, wondering how I can feel so exhausted yet so light simultaneously. “Why can’t it be both, baby boy?”
He hums and flops his head against my shoulder, looking up at me with such adoration it steals my breath away. “It can be both, Daddy. If they even make a charm like that, I’d like one. To remind me.”
“There must be a charm like that,” I assure him, kissing the top of his head. “I’ll order one as soon as I can. We don’t want you forgetting about tonight.”
For a second, he just holds my gaze, a small smile on his face. “I’ll never forget tonight, Daddy,” he whispers.
My heart.
Tallis and I were mostly confident in our little scheme. But we both had a niggling doubt in the backs of our minds that we might have horribly misjudged the situation. There was no way to know until we got Oliver here and saw his reaction. I was confident enough that if he wasn’t on board, he’d tell us. Even still, it wasn’t until I saw him surrounded by those other hungry Daddies, the shy excitement on his face as they began to touch him, was I finally able to relax.
I should have known it would all work out the way Tallis predicted. That the scene would give Oliver confidence and prove to him beyond all doubt how serious we are about him.
None of that matters now. The only thing I care about in this moment is that he’s here in my arms, snuggling like he knows this is where he belongs.