“Thank you.” Oliver wanted to sag down against the seat and let the sensations roll through him, but they were still in the restaurant and he had to behave. It would only be a few more minutes. He had to keep telling himself that as Troy called the waiter back over and asked for their check.
There was a quiet discussion on who would pay the bill. Troy thought they should because they’d asked Bryce out, and Bryce wasn’t ready to back down from the idea of him paying. Oliver finally leaned over and whispered in the insane Dom’s ear. “I’m so hard I hurt, and I need to be spanked. Does it really matter who pays?”
Bryce barked out a laugh, letting Troy pay.
As they got up from the table, Oliver had to discreetly adjust himself so that he didn’t scandalize the other customers. Once they’d moved their hands from his groin, it had become easier to think, but his body wasn’t relaxing as fast. He was still hard and ready to be taken.
Troy took his hand as they walked out of the restaurant and back toward the vehicles. A look flashed across Bryce’s face and Oliver knew he was thinking about taking his other hand. As much as the Dom wanted to, it was too big a step for that moment. Oliver was a little disappointed, but he understood. He wanted both men with a need that still surprised him, but he was starting to understand where Bryce’s nervousness was coming from.
He could be patient.
Oliver gave Bryce an understanding smile and reached out to run his free hand down one of Bryce’s just for a moment before pulling back. The Dom smiled but gripped his keys tighter and shifted slightly closer to Oliver.
It wasn’t a grand public gesture, but it meant a lot, coming from Bryce.
After making sure Bryce knew where they lived, Troy asked for the keys, and Oliver gratefully handed them over. Driving required too much concentration and coordination, and his body wasn’t thinking of anything beyond getting home and getting naked.
Bryce leaned against the truck and gave Oliver a wicked grin before looking over at Troy. “I think you’ll have to make sure he doesn’t relax too much in the car.”
Troy nodded, a fiery glint in his eyes. “I agree. It would be a shame if he wasn’t still hard and needy when we got home.”
He loved the look that passed between them, but he knew it spelled trouble for him. Sexy, naughty trouble.
Climbing in the truck while the two Doms spoke quietly for a moment, Oliver tried not to worry. He knew Bryce wouldn’t lie about coming back to their house, but there was so much depending on one night. Bryce was clearly worried about the balance of the BDSM part of the relationship, and Oliver knew that if it was awkward and even the slightest bit off, it would chase him away.
There was a huge part of him that was relieved that nothing about the evening was up to him. All he had to do was obey the Doms’ instructions and let them lead, but it still made his stomach start to turn. As Troy climbed in the truck, he took one look at Oliver before reaching over and grabbing his hand.
“It will be fine. You’ll see.”
“I know. I just want it to be…” Perfect wasn’t the right word. It implied too much order and neatness to his mind. “I want it to be right. I want it to be so right between us that he doesn’t think about backing out.”
“We’re not going to do anything crazy tonight. It will just be the three of us, no toys or props. He’s going to see how incredible it will be between us. He will have a lot of things to work through, just like we did. We have to be patient.”
“I can be patient, it’s just—”
Troy snorted. Oliver wrinkled his nose. “I can be patient when I have to. I just don’t see the need most of the time.”
Troy gave a grudging acceptance of the revised statement, then continued. “It took us months of talking before we knew what we wanted in a relationship, and that was after a rocky start. This isn’t going to be an overnight relationship. If it works, it’s going to take a lot of communication, honesty, and time.”
Oliver sighed, leaning back against the seat. “I know.”
“Now come over here and give me a kiss. I was supposed to keep you horny and desperate and I’m failing.” Troy sounded a bit frustrated with himself. Was it a competition with Bryce, maybe? Oliver could see that spurring on some incredible scenes.
Oliver unbuckled and leaned across the cab. What he wouldn’t have given for a bench seat in that moment. The kiss was hot and demanding, making his toes curl with anticipation. Demanding entrance to Oliver’s mouth, Troy’s tongue danced against his, sending shock waves of pleasure through him. By the time Troy pulled back, Oliver was lightheaded and his cock was pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
“That’s better.” Troy’s mouth tilted up on one side, giving him a rakish look. “Buckle up for me, or he’s going to beat us home.”
Oliver fumbled with the belt, finally managing to get it across his body and in the slot. It seemed to take incredible amounts of coordination to make it work. When he completed the monumental task, he leaned back in the seat and tried to calm his racing heart. He was just so damned excited.
“You don’t need to calm down, kitten. I want you all needy and desperate. Reach down and take out your cock.” Troy said the words like they were perfectly reasonable, and for him, they were.
Oliver fumbled with the button on his jeans, grateful that the truck was high enough few people would be able to see in. A quick shift of his shirt would have him covered if a big rig drove by, but that was pretty much all he had to worry about.
Shoving his jeans down just enough to free his cock, he breathed a sigh of relief as it was released from the snug confines of his briefs. Troy only wanted him to wear tight little briefs, and as sexy as Oliver thought he looked in them, more room for his growing erection would have been wonderful.
“I want you to play with your cock. Not for long, though.” Troy’s voice rumbled through the truck, making Oliver shiver. He reached over and obediently started fisting his cock. He wasn’t going to waste time teasing unless Troy specified that it had to be a specific kind of touch. Until then, he was going to get as much pleasure out of it as he could.
Troy let him play with his cock as they drove out of the parking lot and turned on the main road heading toward the house. Before they got to the first stoplight, the instructions changed. “All right, hands on your legs.”
