There was so much more he wanted to say, but it was all rolling around inside him. Instead of fighting for the words, Bryce brought one hand to rest on Oliver’s back and the other to his bottom. It was full and round, completely at odds with his lean frame, but still perfect for spanking. It would look wonderful when it was red and heated from Bryce’s touch.
Oliver stiffened, but sank down onto the bed when all Bryce did was rub gentle circles on his skin. Bryce didn’t want to rush. He wanted to remember the moment and savor it. It wasn’t a quick one-night stand, and it wasn’t doing a scene at the club. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure where everything was going, but he knew it was the start of something important.
He caressed the soft skin, loving the way it felt under his hand. Warm and firm, it filled his grip. When his thumb grazed the crack of Oliver’s ass and inched closer to Oliver’s tight pucker, Oliver arched and moaned with pleasure.
“When he lets go and relaxes into a scene, my kitten is very sensitive. Once he’s given himself over to it, it’s like he’s given his body complete permission to simply react and feel.”
“He’s beautiful.”
“You’re both like that.” Troy’s voice was husky and sent shivers through both Oliver and Bryce.
Lifting his hand, Bryce brought it down forcefully on one cheek. Oliver moaned and shook, desperately trying not to move. Bryce ran his fingers over the handprint, loving the way his mark looked on Oliver’s body. He loved it more than he should have.
They hadn’t even known each other for that long. Surreptitiously watching each other at the club didn’t count as actually meeting. He shouldn’t feel this much this soon. There was just something about seeing the pink color blooming on Oliver’s skin, knowing that it was because of him, that squeezed his heart. It was ridiculous but completely overwhelming.
Oliver held his breath and Bryce could see the anticipation building. He brought his hand down again, alternating where he placed it and spreading out the impacts until Oliver’s bottom was a stunning shade and he squirmed in Bryce’s lap. Needy little pleas and rambling sentences that showed how desperate he was tumbled out of his mouth.
Pleasure flowed through Troy’s quiet words. “He marks so easily, but they also fade away quickly.”
“It just means we have to do it more. So he’ll remember.” Bryce watched as Oliver’s bottom quivered and arched up to beg for more.
He kept half an eye on Troy as he spanked Oliver, gradually slowing and lengthening the time between each smack. He’d tease and caress the sensitive skin before bringing his hand down again. Troy’s gaze was almost feral, but his body was deceptively calm. Bryce knew he was giving them time together, and it was sweet, even though he knew most people wouldn’t understand.
When Oliver was shaking and so hard it had to ache as his cock pressed against Bryce’s leg, he knew it was time to give his boy some relief. He’d been so good. Bryce looked over at Troy, cocking his head questioningly. Did he have an opinion, or was he going to leave it up to Bryce?
Oliver was right on the edge. He seemed to still be fighting the urge to grind himself against Bryce because he was gripping the covers so tight they were coming off the bed. Troy gave him a little shrug that didn’t seem to mean anything, then lifted his chin toward Bryce. He was leaving it up to Bryce?
What Bryce really wanted was all of them together.
He picked up the hand that had been rubbing up and down Oliver’s back and crooked his finger in acome heremotion. They were going to top Oliver together. Troy gave him a look, probably trying to guess what Bryce wanted, but stood up.
Bryce dipped one finger in the crease of Oliver’s ass and teased circles around his hole. Oliver clenched down, wanting more, and his head arched off the bed. His long, lean body was like a living sculpture. “I think Oliver wants to come. What do you think?”
Troy gave a low hum of pleasure. “I’ll need to check and see, but you might be right.”
The broad, tall Dom climbed on the bed and relaxed next to them. Bryce moved both hands to knead at Oliver’s flushed bottom, and he watched as his sub moaned and writhed. Troy brought one hand between Oliver’s legs and grabbed his cock.
Whatever he’d done had Oliver mewling, nearly coming off the bed. Bryce wanted to see what Troy had done to get such a reaction out of their sub, but it wasn’t time for twenty questions. Troy turned his gaze to Bryce, almost ignoring the pleasure rolling off Oliver. “I think he’s ready for you.”
For him?
Chapter 8
Troy
Troy had seen the questions on Bryce’s face, but he didn’t pay any attention to them. He simply jerked his head toward the side table and continued to torment Oliver, twisting his fingers and rubbing the little spot that made Oliver dance in pleasure. “Grab the stuff out of the top drawer.”
Releasing Oliver’s cock, Troy lifted his shaking sub onto his lap. When Bryce turned back around with the lube and condoms, he still hadn’t seemed to recover from his surprise. Troy wasn’t sure what Bryce thought would happen, but he wanted Bryce to know that he saw him as just as much a Dom as a sub. When they’d first noticed him, he’d spent a lot of time considering what Bryce being a switch would mean.
Oliver was watching them both with hungry eyes. His little kitten was needy. Knowing not to trust Oliver’s legs or balance at this point, Troy moved him around again so he was on his hands and knees between Troy’s legs. Bringing their faces together, he gave Oliver a kiss. “You need, don’t you, kitten?”
Oliver nodded and sighed, arching up his ass and giving Bryce a come-hither look that was worthy of any of the Hollywood legends. Bryce didn’t stand a chance until he’d built up some immunity. But considering how long it had taken Troy, he wasn’t going to hold his breath for it to happen anytime soon.
Bryce watched them, hesitant and aroused, as he moved to kneel behind Oliver. Troy wanted him naked, he desperately wanted to order him to strip down completely first, but he was determined to restrain himself. This time.
“I bet Bryce would strip down if you begged him nicely, kitten.”
Oliver smiled wickedly, then turned his head to glance at Bryce. Troy couldn’t see his face, but something sent Bryce into overdrive. He looked like he wanted to devour Oliver as he started slowly removing his shirt. He either had lots of practice stripping or he’d been watching Conner at the club, because even kneeling on the bed it was hot.
