If he loved that little bit of dominance and the feeling of being almost trapped, Troy couldn’t help but imagine how he would react if he was tied up and helpless. He would bet almost anything the man would be incredible.
Bryce looked up at him, confused and too aroused to think. He nodded, agreeing to some kind of internal debate, or maybe just to Oliver’s comments about having him play with them again. Oliver’s continued torment of the man didn’t help his thought process, either. Bryce had already been hard from watching the sounding demonstration when he’d come over to them.
Having a nearly naked sub wiggling on his lap and begging for kisses hadn’t helped his condition.
Oliver tightened his legs, and Troy knew his naughty kitten was teasing Bryce again. Oliver gave Troy a pretty, wide-eyed expression and nibbled on his bottom lip. “He’s so hard, Sir. I don’t want him to suffer just because I’m too sore.”
Naughty kitten.
But oh-so-perfect. Bryce’s mouth opened and closed several times, but eventually, he forced it closed and watched Oliver. Troy threaded his fingers through Bryce’s hair, which was long enough at his neck to be able to caress and play with. Bryce dropped his head back and tried to hide the moan threatening to escape.
“Are you still hard? I saw that long, hard cock in your pants as you saw me fuck Oliver with the sound.”
He waited while an unsure Bryce decided what to do. Did he want to play or was it all too much? It could go either way. They’d watched him for longer than he should admit, and in the past, every time Bryce got close he’d find a reason to walk away. Was he ready?
A stuttered breath and a hesitant nod were all he got, but Troy understood how hard the admission could be. He wasn’t only acknowledging what they all knew already. In that moment, he was giving his submission to Troy. Troy knew he wouldn’t have it for long; Bryce wasn’t ready, no matter how much they wanted him to be. He was going to cherish the gift while he had it, though.
“I think we need to take care of that. Don’t you, kitten?” Troy let the teasing, heated words work their way through his reluctant, albeit temporary, submissive.
“Oh, yes. I want him to feel good like I do, Sir.” Oliver pulled his legs up slowly, letting Troy help him scoot around until he was cuddled on the other side of Troy. Flanked by two sexy men, Troy couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky.
One man he loved beyond all reason, and the other was someone who drew him in and made him want to discover everything about him. When Oliver was tucked into the corner of the couch, comfortable and warm, Troy took his now-free hand and brought it over to rest on Bryce’s chest right below his throat.
Bryce’s eyelids drooped, closing halfway, and he bit his lip trying to contain the little noises that wanted to escape. Troy growled, “Don’t hide from me. I want to know I’m pleasing you.”
The words were gravelly even for him, but Troy loved how they affected Bryce. Shivers raced through him and his head dropped back again, baring his throat in the most beautiful, naturally submissive way.
Troy traced the soft skin at the base of his neck and wondered if the smooth skin kept going or if the man had more hair under his tight T-shirt and supple leather pants. When they’d seen Bryce play at the club in the past, it had always been as a Dom, even though he was known as a switch. Troy had never been sure if it was because he’d never found the right Dom, or if there was something more to it.
He’d tortured Oliver with endless fantasies about what the sexy man might look like.
“So sexy.” Troy trailed his fingers down Bryce’s chest, seeing his labored breathing and feeling the way his muscles shook as he fought to stay still. “You’re going to let me take care of you now.”
It wasn’t a question, more a statement of fact. Bryce seemed to understand that because his only agreement was a whimper that sent pure satisfaction through Troy. Flicking Bryce’s puckered nipples through the thin, dark fabric, Troy loved the needy sounds that escaped the man who he hoped would become his boy.
Plucking the stiff peaks, he watched as Bryce finally broke his stillness. Arching up into the painful pleasure, he moaned as Troy worked the sensitive skin. Little shifts led to needy squirms as he tried to hold back. That wasn’t what Troy wanted, and he didn’t think Bryce really did, either.
Something in him said that if he couldn’t break the man’s walls down in that initial encounter, he’d never have another chance. If it was going to be his only time with Bryce, Troy wasn’t going to waste even a second hinting at what he wanted.
He would take it.
To Troy, the best thing about Bryce being a switch was that he’d understand the emotions and needs from both sides of a scene. He’d know how incredible it felt to push a sub higher and higher, and how a good Dom really wanted his sub to fly. He’d also understand how powerful it was to give yourself over to someone else, for them to be in control.
“Oh, he’s so sensitive, Sir.” Oliver’s quiet words pushed Bryce even higher.
“Please.” As far as begging went it was mild, but Troy cherished it.
“I think he needs clamps on these pretty nipples. Would you like to see him decorated like that, kitten?” Troy let the words flow out filled with desire. Bryce liked something about it, if the desperate look in his eyes was any clue.
Was it the clamps themselves? Was it knowing Oliver wanted him to wear them? There were so many things that could have spoken to the sexy man. Troy wanted to have the time to get to know him well enough to figure out every tell and hidden need.
“He’s beautiful now, Sir, but you would make him incredible.” Oliver’s whispered words made Bryce whimper. It was filled with pleasure and a desire for more, but Troy could only guess at what.
Bryce’s hips finally started to move, frantic thrusts he couldn’t seem to control. Moving away from the tempting nipples, Troy trailed his fingers down the sculpted chest. “You need more, don’t you?”
Another broken plea tore from Bryce. “More, please.”
It gave him the same feeling he got when he heard Oliver beg and scream out his pleasure. It was filled with so much emotion, even though it was so simple and quiet compared to his kitten. “You’re so good for me. Letting me hear your pleasure. Giving me what I wanted. You want to please me, don’t you?”
