We Have Till Monday

by Cara Dee

  I was undeterred, for once. August had given him chores to complete, so that took precedence.

  “Sometimes we have to do boring things before we can have fun,” I replied. “You don’t wanna disobey Daddy, do you?”

  “But, ohhhhh!”

  I withheld my grin and smacked his butt lightly. “Come on, ragazzo. The sooner you finish, the faster we can play.”

  He wasn’t amused one bit, and he huffed and complained as he got up from the sunbed and stuck his legs into a new pair of pajama bottoms.

  He glared down at me. “So you’re just gonna lie there while I break my back and do my chores?”

  Now I had to smile. I even stretched out and made it perfectly clear how comfortable I was. “I’m on vacation.”

  The only immediate plan I had was to fetch my smokes and retract the umbrella. I didn’t turn into a lobster in the sun like Camden evidently did, and I wouldn’t mind returning to New York with some color.

  “Are you gonna wake him, Daddy? He’s napping.”

  “Shh, baby. Keep your voice down.”

  No need to wake me up. I’d only been dozing.

  I stretched out and yawned, and I pulled up my leg a little. Camden had been so sweet earlier, offering me a pillow and blanket from his room. I must’ve kicked off the blanket at some point, but the pillow felt nice. And the sun was working wonders on my back.

  “I like his butt,” I heard Camden whisper.

  I smiled sleepily against the pillow.

  “It’s perfect, innit?” August murmured. “You wanna play with him, don’t you?”

  “So much,” Camden responded shakily. “Do we have to ask him?”

  Fuck me.

  Desire ripped its way through me at the prospect of Camden letting go of all his inhibitions and using me like the little animal I’d seen glimpses of.

  “No, he knows the rules,” August responded quietly. “You’ll have to be prepared for revenge when you’re done, though.”

  “I’m super-duper ready,” Camden promised. “I hope he rapefucks me. If he even notices me when I take him.”

  They were gonna be the death of me. There wasn’t a chance in hell that August believed I was actually asleep, but I wasn’t sure about Camden.

  “I don’t wanna wait,” he complained. “Look at me, Daddy—it won’t go down.”

  “I can see that, darlin’. Grab the lube. Just—be careful if you don’t want him to wake up.”

  Don’t be too careful.

  “I will, I swear.”

  I braced myself mentally when I heard the telltale sound of a bottle opening. Maybe Camden liked being called little about everything and every part of him, but his cock wasn’t actually small. It was just…proportionate with the rest of him. Though, after having August’s cock pounding in and out of me, I didn’t think I’d be in any pain.

  “I think I wanna be a puppy for this, Daddy.”

  “All right. You know where your ears are.”

  “I’ll be right back!”

  “Don’t run so close to the pool, Camden,” August warned. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

  He received an “Oops, sorry” in return that made August sigh and slump down next to me on the sunbed.

  “He’s not very subtle.”

  I chuckled drowsily and pushed my erection against the mattress. “Still made me hard as a rock.”

  He hummed and shifted lower so he could kiss one of my ass cheeks. “I reckon I have thirty seconds before he’s back. Let’s see if I can make you harder.”

  I had no doubt— “Mannaggia,” I groaned. Holy fuck, his tongue. With a firm grip on my cheeks, he buried his face in my ass and fucked me with his tongue.

  “Not a word, boy,” he commanded. “We’re going to let Camden think he’ll fuck you while you’re asleep.”

  “Understood,” I moaned into the pillow. “Anything I should know about the puppy thing?”

  I remembered August calling it Camden’s version of puppy play.

  “It’s just role-play to him.” August dropped a wet, openmouthed kiss over my opening and slowly slipped his tongue inside. Jesus fucking Christ. It was impossible not to move with him. “He loves to mix animal behavior with objectification.”

  I was ready to say I was into that too, and I hadn’t even tried it yet.

  They made me feel twenty years younger. Everything they did turned me on.

  When Camden returned, August moved away and said he was only making sure I was still asleep.

  “He’s all yours, little puppy.”

  Camden growled softly and straddled my thighs. “I love that he doesn’t know. I’m just a bad puppy who can’t control himself.”

  I did my best to suppress the shiver that ran down my spine.

  He kneaded my ass cheeks slowly, firmly, and spread them apart. Then he shifted closer and bumped the head of his cock against me. His breathing hitched, and I became hyperaware of his every move. He wasn’t guiding his cock using his hand; he pushed and pushed until he hit the right spot and started entering me.

  “Oh,” he breathed.

  I gnashed my teeth to prevent a groan as he sank all the way in. Fuck, the boy felt good in me. No pain whatsoever, just sheer fucking pleasure. Knowing that he couldn’t see my face, I opened my eyes a little and saw August next to me. He must’ve showered too. He’d opened the towel around his hips and was watching us while he stroked his cock.

  “I’m gonna fuck him lots and lots,” Camden whimpered. He didn’t wait or take things slowly at first; it was as if he couldn’t. Instead, he withdrew his cock and set a fast pace, chasing his own pleasure and following his instincts. “The puppy’s so hard, Daddy.”

  “The puppy’s gettin’ a little too assertive.” August shifted onto his knees, and I couldn’t see his face or his hands, but I assumed he was doing something to Camden. “You know you’re about to get it too, right? As soon as you’ve filled his ass with puppy come, Daddy’s gonna choke you out on his cock.”

  I swallowed dryly. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to move, to participate, to take, to lose all my boundaries and the invisible chains restraining me.

  “Oww, not three fingers!” Camden groaned.

  “I’ll fuck you with however many fingers I damn well please, boy. You’ve forgotten your place.”

  I went rigid as Camden gasped and bucked into me harder, uncontrollably, as if he were torn between wanting to screw me faster and getting away from August’s rough touches.

  Through whimpers, moans, and cute snarls, Camden took what he wanted from me until he began shaking and couldn’t breathe properly. He gritted out that he was coming, that he was going to pump all his puppy come into me, and it took all my strength not to make a sound. I hadn’t felt the urge to hump the goddamn mattress since I grew hair around my cock, but this boy might do me in.

  “Ohhh…” He sucked in a shaky breath and collapsed on top of me, but he wasn’t really done. He kept trying to rock his cock deeper into my ass as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm.

  He was fucking obscene, and I wanted nothing more than to force my cock inside his tight little ass until he screamed for mercy.

  “You’re gonna wake him up, puppy,” August said huskily.

  “S’okay,” Camden mumbled breathlessly. “The puppy wants to snuggle with him.”

  Snuggle? The puppy could dream.

  “I didn’t know the puppy liked to suck his thumb,” August noted.

  “Maybe I’m not a puppy anymore!”

  “Hey. Attitude. You need to watch it.”

  Camden whimpered pitifully and rolled off my body. Then he tried to cuddle his way under my arm, and I let him. I let him come closer and closer. He really thought this was it? I watched him discreetly; he was wearing a pair of soft-looking Husky ears that he tore off to get more comfortable. And he did suck his thumb.

  “Let’s nap, Daddy,” he said sweetly. “Come to me, please?”

  A plan formed in my
head. I wasn’t going to say a word in the beginning. I wanted to see how he’d react.

  “In a moment, my brat.” August’s hands slid between my thighs and under my—oh, fuck. He was coating my cock in lube. No, not lube. It was the oil. “You can turn around for me, Camden. We’re going to have a conversation about your manners.”

  Did they have to do that right now?

  Camden moved reluctantly and rolled over, pressing his back to my side instead, and August got comfortable next to him. It was a tight fit with all three of us, but tight was good.

  “You don’t have to say anything,” Camden mumbled. “I got rude and demanding. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  “Good. I know you slip and get eager when you’re excited, but we don’t want Daddy to take out his belt, do we?”

  Camden drew in a breath. “No, Sir. Never, Sir. I’m very sorry. I’ll be a good boy.”

  “I’m glad to hear it.” August inched closer, and I opened my eyes just as he kissed Camden.

  I couldn’t wait another minute, and I wouldn’t get a better chance than right now.

  Shifting onto my side properly, I faked a big yawn and slipped an arm under Camden’s neck so I could trap him against my body. All the pent-up desire surged through my veins, and Camden whispered that he thought maybe I was waking up. Oh, he could count on it. He’d get what he’d asked for, and I wasn’t gonna stall. Before he could figure out just what was about to happen, I guided my cock between his ass cheeks, then gripped his hip tightly and pushed.

  “Gah!” Camden gasped sharply and tried to flinch away from me.

  I screwed my eyes shut and buried myself as deep as I could, and for several seconds while he squirmed and whimpered, I let the pleasure course through me. Fucking hell, he was tight. And small and soft and indecent.

  “Daddy, he’s—he’s…” the boy panted.

  I withdrew slowly and then drove in hard.

  Camden cried out. “He’s f-fucking me, Daddy. We were gonna cuddle!”

  We could cuddle later.

  Fuck me, he felt good. I tuned out his feeble, breathless complaints and got lost in fucking him. I heard August reminding him that he’d taken me, so this was only fair, but Camden didn’t wanna hear it. If he was in a cuddle mood, he didn’t wanna have sex.

  “Your body betrays you, little boy,” August told him. “You’re getting hard again already.”

  “Anthony,” Camden pleaded. “Too big—oww!”

  “No, this is what you get,” I said hoarsely. “You wanted to be a puppy? I’ll show the puppy how to get fucked like a dog.” I rolled on top of him and started fucking him into the mattress. “Your tight little ass feels too good around my cock for me to stop now. This is on you, baby boy.”

  He let out a breathless wail of a moan, and I pulled him back onto all fours.

  August was quick to take advantage. He crawled in front of his boy and stroked his cock. “Open wide, darlin’. Pinch my thigh if you want to safeword.”

  “Too much, Daddy,” Camden choked out. “I can’t.”

  “I wasn’t askin’.” August gripped Camden’s jaw and forced it to open up. “You did, however. Prancin’ around in your underwear, flirtin’, sayin’ you want to get rapefucked.”

  I groaned and took the boy a little faster, a little deeper, and let go of everything. My body was in charge, my instincts controlled me, and it was fucking glorious. Camden became the little fucktoy I didn’t have to resist. He was mine to claim.

  “Look at him,” I muttered, out of breath. I nodded how Camden was holding on to August’s thighs. He was being so careful not to place his fingers on his Daddy’s thighs, as if he was afraid something might be misinterpreted as a pinch.

  “He makes an adorable, cock-hungry little whore sometimes,” August murmured.

  I peered down at us, watching my cock sliding in and out of Camden’s asshole, stretching it to the fullest. Then I slipped a hand under him and wasn’t too surprised to find him hard between my fingers. He startled when I stroked him gently, and he choked on his Daddy’s big cock.

  “You like this, don’t you, ragazzo?” I squeezed his balls in my hand. “You want Daddy and me to fucking lose it over you. You want us to need you so bad that we throw you down on the floor and rape you every chance we get.”

  Camden tensed up and whimpered, and the next thing I knew, he was coming in my hand.

  My God, he was perfect. All instincts, all carnal urges. So damn sexual and provocative.

  His behavior pushed me toward my own orgasm, and I sped up some more as I rubbed his come all over his cock and balls.

  “Filthy little animal,” I groaned.

  “Did he come?” August grunted.

  I nodded and lost the ability to speak. My climax crashed down around me, causing me to go rigid, and I stopped breathing. I throbbed inside his ass with each rope of come that shot out of my cock, and Camden clamping down on me only prolonged the pleasure.

  When my strength vanished and I fell forward, August was there to capture my mouth in a hard kiss. He robbed me of the last of my air, and I couldn’t care less. I kissed him back hungrily and used Camden’s body to stay upright.

  August shuddered violently and jerked against Camden, and his groan against my lips let me know he was coming too.

  Camden coughed and spluttered.

  “Every drop, boy,” August managed to get out.

  My thighs strained too much after a while, and I had to pull out and catch my breath.

  My brain went completely blank. I just needed to lie down for a minute. Christ. I was spent.

  Chapter 11

  Girl Named Tennessee

  The second I’d played the last notes on “Something Beautiful,” I made a circular motion for Nicky and Luiz, then threw my electric onto my back and stalked back to where Sylvia was standing. The keyboard was situated atop my Hammond, and she’d already adjusted the mic for me. Taking her place, I locked eyes with Luiz, and we started the next song together. As much as I loved to play the guitar, my years of playing the piano had turned it into an extra body part.

  “Dance for me, Nashville. This is for you.” I moved with the music, my fingers hitting the keys with rapid ease, and I smiled to myself before I began singing to the upbeat rhythm. Nicky and Chris marked the beginning of each bar with a perfect punch, and the harmonies lifted us to the next level.

  When the lights went down low…

  Would I find you in the dark?

  For the rest of the day, I got to watch Camden sink deeper and deeper into the mind-set of someone much younger. August explained how rough play impacted the boy, how it turned him vulnerable and exposed, and it made sense to me. We were always a little raw after any type of situation that rocked the ground we stood on.

  I didn’t expect to find the transition so beautiful, though. Or that it would summon the protector in me and make me wanna hold him close and ensure he didn’t hurt himself.

  Camden requested hot dogs for dinner, and around the same time August was throwing different kinds of sausage on the grill, the boy stepped out on the patio dressed in pajamas and holding a teddy bear.

  “How was your bath, little one?” August asked.

  “Good.” Camden squinted and smiled as he plopped down to sit on the sofa across from me. “I’ve had two baths in one day now.”

  August and I had opted for a shower earlier, and I was wondering if we should’ve brought Camden with us. It looked like he’d gotten shampoo in his eyes. They were red.

  “You okay, ragazzo?”

  He nodded and rubbed at his face. “I got soap in my eyes.”

  “I’ve added your soap and shampoo to the shopping list.” August came up behind the sofa and kissed the top of Camden’s head. “We don’t like it when your eyes sting.”

  Camden shook his head and smiled up at him. “But now I smell like you. I like that lots.”

  I reckoned his kind of soap was the one for children that promised no tears.


  “My sweet boy.” August pressed a kiss to his forehead before straightening and returning to the grill. “Have you thought about Anthony’s fun idea for the festival tomorrow?”

  Camden bit his lip and glanced at me. “Do you think it will work?”

  “I don’t see why it wouldn’t.” I moved some of the condiments on the table so I could extend my hand to him. He offered a timid grin in return as he placed his hand in mine, and I gave it a squeeze. “Your Daddy and I will keep you safe. You can run around and look at all the stuffed animals and candy and help us decide what foods to try.”

  He perked up at that. “Can we eat hot dogs all day?”

  August and I chuckled.

  “You’re about to have that for dinner.” And from what I could tell already, they’d taste much better than any hot dog we could buy at the festival. August had gone all out for an otherwise simple dish. The bread was homemade, for starters—both plain and with sesame seeds. Aside from ketchup and mustards, he’d set out relish, fresh onion, Parmesan, onion strings, crumbled bacon, shredded cheddar, chopped jalapeños, and sauerkraut.

  It was going to be damn hard to repay August and Camden for their hospitality. Especially when I wasn’t good in the kitchen.

  Camden moved on to the next topic, which he called the most important in the galaxy. Namely, what costume to wear tomorrow.

  I suggested one that wouldn’t feel too hot since the weather was gonna be nice, and August advised him to choose a mask that was easy to take off for meals and whatnot.

  Camden tapped his chin in thought.

  Seeing that August was finishing up by the grill, I walked over there to assist. And to touch his ass a little. It’d been…oh, probably half an hour since we’d touched.

  “I didn’t know this was a two-man job.” He smirked.

  “Now you know.” I kissed his cheek before I stole the platter with all the sausage.

  I’d expected him to sit with Camden, but instead, he moved his plate to my side of the table and took his seat right next to me.

  The couple feel did fucked-up things to my chest. It was too soon for me to crave a new relationship, right?