“Now it sounds like you really mean it.” Bryce watched him intently. There was always so much behind his eyes, it drew Oliver in.
Oliver nodded, then tried not to melt in his seat as Troy traced around his ear with a delicate touch. “You’ve got to be very good if you want a reward when we get home.”
He held his breath, then forced it out. “A spanking?”
Please let Troy say Bryce was going to spank him!
“Only if you behave.” Bryce teased the words against Oliver’s skin, making the nerves dance, sending shivers down his spine.
“I will. Whatever you want.” Oliver would have given them anything and promised even more, as long as it meant he’d get to go over Bryce’s lap.
“Good boy.” The men spoke at the same time, both rich, deep voices leaving Oliver panting with need.
All he could do was nod. The fantasies in his head were making it hard to function, much less talk. When Bryce prodded his hand and told him to finish eating, Oliver tried to follow the instruction, but the food was a lot less interesting than it had been a few minutes earlier.
He forced himself to take a few bites, but he lost the struggle when Bryce’s hand moved over to Oliver’s leg. He wasn’t sure what he’d missed when he was zoned out on the spanking fantasy, but it had to have been some kind of discussion because Bryce went from reserved to making Oliver crazy.
The hand that was resting on Oliver’s thigh leisurely started moving up and down his leg. Bryce’s hand would caress one long, slow stroke from his knee to just below his cock. It was incredible. And maddening. And erotic. And mean, because if he didn’t behave then he wouldn’t get the spanking he desperately wanted—needed, even.
He finally gave up eating and just tried to sit there quietly, moving food around the plate so it looked like he was behaving. When Troy added a hand to Oliver’s other leg, he gave up even playing with the food.
The two men teased in tandem. One’s hand would slide up as the other was inching downward, neither ever touching his aching dick. When the waiter came back to check on them, he thought he would get a reprieve. Bryce wasn’t ready to let anyone know he was even casually dating two men, much less fooling around with them in a public restaurant.
He was wrong.
Very wrong.
“Is everything still all right with your dinner, gentlemen? Do you need a refill on your drink, sir?” They were simple, innocent questions that Oliver’s brain couldn’t generate a response to. Because in that moment, Bryce let his hand inch close enough to caress the head of Oliver’s dick.
If that had been it, he might have been able to force his brain to at least manufacture a short sentence. But no, Troy brought his hand up to cup Oliver’s tight, full balls. It was beautiful torture.
“I’m sorry. Can you say that again?” Ha, he managed a sentence. He still didn’t know what the waiter had asked him, although the man was patiently waiting for an answer.
“Did you like the penne? It’s a new recipe the chef is trying.” The young waiter was so earnest and polite it made Oliver’s head hurt. Why couldn’t he have been rude, so he didn’t have to answer?
“It’s delicious. Thank you.” The guy didn’t seem to believe him, so Oliver picked up his fork and tried to make his body behave by eating another bite. It was beyond difficult. Making him use machinery while being sexually aroused should be against the law.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I’ll let him know.” Then the smiling, too-sweet waiter was gone.
Oliver carefully set the fork down, then sagged down in the seat, trying to keep his ass on the bench. If he gave in to the need to thrust up, he mightneverget his spanking.
“Are you done with your dinner, kitten? I thought you were hungry.” Troy’s words sounded like he was serious, but Oliver knew him better than that.
“I am. Please.” It just wasn’t food that he needed.
“Do you want dessert? They have a delicious chocolate cake.” Bryce’s words were more teasing, but just as designed to make him crazy.
The hands rubbed gentle circles on his cock and balls, making it harder and harder to think. “Please.”
It was whiny and filled with desperate desire, but he didn’t care. If begging got him what he wanted, then that’s what he would do. He just needed the teasing to stop and the real pleasure to begin. “Please, Sirs.”
“Do you think he’s ready to go home? I can’t tell.” Bryce’s tone was almost mocking, but it made Oliver’s frustration even greater, which turned him on even more.
He moved his focus up to glance between Bryce and Troy. He couldn’t decide who he’d have a better chance with to get what he wanted. The mental coin toss had him focusing on Troy. “You’ve talked about it for so long, please.”
If they didn’t get him naked soon he was going to come in his pants. And that wouldn’t get him his spanking.
“You’ve been a good boy, kitten.” Troy’s fingers inched down to slide across Oliver’s jean-covered opening. “Let’s get you home.”
