His cock arched out from his pants obscenely and he ached to touch it. He gripped his legs tightly, trying to think of how good it was going to feel when he got his reward. It didn’t help his painful arousal. He couldn’t wait to get home.
“Now, what do you want us to do when we get home?”
“Huh?” His brain wasn’t working right.
“I want you to tell me what you would have us do if you got to pick. You’re not going to, but I want to hear it, anyway.” Troy growled out the words and they vibrated deep in Oliver, making his dick jerk.
He moaned helplessly. It was going to be a long ride home.
Chapter 7
Bryce
It was a long ride to their home. Bryce kept going back and forth about the right thing to do. For once, his heart and his cock were on the same side, but his head kept trying to intrude. He finally gave up, pushing his worries to the back of his mind. He wasn’t going to think about how it could affect the business or how complicated it would be. Bryce told himself that he was going to see where it went, and that was the only thing he would focus on.
Keeping up with the truck had been easy, but he’d never managed to see what they were doing inside it. He’d gotten a glimpse of movement from Oliver as they’d reached a stoplight, but that was about it. His brain kept all the possible options running around in his head. Troy’s expression had been wicked when he’d said he would keep Oliver good and wound up on the ride back.
By the time they pulled into the driveway, the only thing Bryce could think about was seeing them both naked and all that might happen. He had a good imagination, but not enough practical skills when it came to a threesome. That wasn’t to say he hadn’t been approached by people for a ménage in the past. There just hadn’t been many couples that felt right.
Finding a single Dom or sub to play with wasn’t that hard at the club, but finding a couple where both people pulled to him was a lot harder. When he added in personalities and preferences to the mix, it hadn’t seemed worth the potential hassle. Two additional people in his bed didn’t just double the potential drama, it looked like it would quadruple it, and that wasn’t what he was looking for.
He was hoping that he was right about Troy and Oliver. No matter how dramatic their start into BDSM together was, they were a strong couple who seemed to know what they wanted and agreed about how to handle it. He’d never even heard anything negative about them from other people at the club. The only thing that came close to a criticism was that Troy was too reserved, but Bryce didn’t mind it.
With his family being so insane and dramatic, he liked Troy’s calm manner and dry sense of humor. It was a nice contrast to the craziness he dealt with from everyone else. Oliver provided enough character for the two of them, anyway.
Bryce watched as the two men climbed out of the truck. Troy had a gleam in his eyes that screamed how pleased he was of himself, and Oliver looked like he’d been put through the wringer. His clothes were all a little out of place, and even from a distance, the bulge in his jeans was noticeable. Very noticeable.
Taking one last deep breath and pushing the remaining worries to the back of his mind, he got out of his car. He was going to focus on the two beautiful, tempting men in front of him, and that was it. The area around their house was quiet and dark. It looked a lot more private than his home, even though they hadn’t driven very far.
The two men watched him walk up. Troy wrapped his arms around a shaky Oliver and pulled him back to rest against his chest. Oliver looked grateful for the support but desperate for more. His ride from the restaurant had to have been interesting.
“I had this naughty boy here telling me all the things he’s been fantasizing about doing in bed with you. I have to say he has a beautifully dirty mind.” Troy’s fingers started fanning out and caressing Oliver’s chest. Oliver and Bryce both seemed to think they were heading for his cock because he started to shake and Bryce couldn’t stop watching the wandering fingers. “He had a hard time tucking his hard cock away when we pulled up. I probably should have made him leave it out, but I didn’t want to surprise you.”
Bryce blinked; the image in his head was too perfect. It took a long few seconds before he could make anything come out of his mouth. “What about neighbors?”
No, he didn’t mind Oliver’s exhibitionist tendencies, but he also wasn’t looking to end up on the front page of the paper. Troy’s lips quirked upward slightly. “We don’t have any, do we, kitten? The house down the street is empty right now and our house backs up to some state land. There’s no one around to see anything that we do. Isn’t that right?”
Oliver shivered and nodded slowly. It was clear his thoughts were still focused on Troy’s hands and not the words coming out of the Dom’s mouth. Bryce swallowed hard. “No neighbors?”
“None.” Troy watched Bryce like he could see right through him. “No one can see, no matter what I do to him. You’d like neighbors, wouldn’t you, kitten? You like being watched.”
A whimper broke free and Oliver nodded desperately. His legs looked unsteady, and it seemed like Troy was making sure he stayed upright. Troy’s hands kept working their way lower, and Bryce could only watch as Oliver tried not to beg for more. He was trying so hard to behave, but even in the low light of the dark yard, Bryce could see he was fighting a losing battle. Bryce could tell that Troy didn’t want him to be able to be good.
“These pants are hurting you, aren’t they, kitten?” Troy didn’t wait for a reply. He closed the gap between his hand and the button and opened Oliver’s jeans. In an instant, his cock was pushing against the fabric of his underwear, no longer restrained by his pants. Oliver sighed at the relief, but then whimpered again as Troy’s huge hands caressed his covered length.
Oliver’s erection strained against the fabric, pushing it away from his body just enough so that Bryce could see the thick base of his arousal. Watching as Troy caressed the pale band of Oliver’s stomach just above his pants had Bryce frozen in place. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but the need to move closer to them was overwhelming.
“I think he still looks uncomfortable. What do you think, Bryce?” Troy’s deep voice sent warring signals through Bryce. His inner Dom and sub both perked up.
Watching the needy, hard Oliver squirm, something clicked in Bryce and he stepped forward. Just one step closer, but it changed the dynamics. He didn’t want to submit with Oliver, he wanted to dominate the sexy sub. “I think he’s being good, so we don’t want him too uncomfortable.”
Troy slid his hands up Oliver’s chest, baring the lean body. “You should help him, then. Kitten, you want Bryce to free your cock, don’t you? Won’t it feel so good to let it out and not have anything pressing against it?”
A low moan tore through Oliver and his head fell back against Troy. Bryce took it as a yes, even though Oliver hadn’t managed any words. His body language made it easy to see what he wanted. Bryce took a few more steps, putting him right in front of Oliver. Not close enough to touch, but one more small step and he’d be able to press himself tight to the writhing sub.
Bryce slowly telegraphed every movement, wanting to give Oliver a chance to change his mind. When his fingers gripped the straining fabric of the tight briefs, Oliver whined and his hips thrust toward Bryce. Bryce stopped his movements and shook his head as Troy made a sound like Oliver had been a naughty boy. “Is that how a good boy behaves?”
Oliver pleaded with his eyes, but Bryce was starting to know him well enough not to fall for that every time. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. You’re just so…and it’s…please…”
