Bryce gave a jerky nod, and his hips humped the air again. Having to acknowledge his submission and his desires seemed to amplify the need. Troy couldn’t wait to see how high he could push the beautiful man.
Beautiful and conflicted.
“Do you want to know what would please me?” Desire surged through Troy as Bryce struggled with the answer.
The man’s submission was instinctual but not easy. He needed it, but it would be on his terms. Troy wanted to crawl inside him and understand what made him tick. To learn what took him from Dom to sub. To discover how he felt about his submission and giving that gift to someone.
It felt important to Troy. Significant. Special. But he wasn’t sure if he was only seeing what he wanted to. He wanted it to be different for Bryce. Just the fact that he was submitting to Troy in the club gave Troy hope, but he didn’t want this to be a random encounter for the complex man. He needed Bryce to want them as much as they desired him.
Bryce nodded again, this time looking up at Troy with need-filled eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
That one little word was perfect.
Troy hoped Bryce could see it in his eyes. He knew he wasn’t the most romantic man or the most eloquent, but it was important to him that Bryce understood how much Troy cherished his gift. Sliding his hand down, he palmed Bryce’s impressive erection in one long movement.
Bryce threw his head back and arched into the touch, silently pleading for more. Troy let him get away with it, but if Bryce wanted to come, he was going to have to stop hiding his need and remember his manners.
He gave Bryce’s cock a firm squeeze. “Do you get to fuck yourself against me?”
Bryce stilled and fought to control his body. Lifting his head to look at Troy, Bryce blushed and shook his head. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Troy loved the fact that he could make Bryce forget even the most basic of rules, forcing him to just react. But the sweet embarrassment flooding Bryce’s face as he realized he’d been naughty was gorgeous. “Who does your pleasure belong to now?”
Bryce shivered again, something wild crossing his eyes for just a moment. “You, Sir.”
“Very good.” Troy gave his cock a long, gentle caress as a reward.
Straining to stay still, Bryce bit his lower lip and shook with the force of his desire. It was such a desperate need that Troy didn’t want to hold him back. He needed to give the exquisite man everything he wanted. Working open the buttons on Bryce’s leathers, he never broke eye contact. He wanted Bryce to see how much he meant to him.
When the pants were open and Troy could feel the smooth, hard skin of Bryce’s erection, he finally looked down. Bryce’s shaft was long and thick with a broad head that would stretch and caress the person taking it. He wasn’t going to convince himself they were there yet, but it was so easy to picture how incredibly Oliver would react as it slid deep inside him. It would stretch his kitten and rub his prostate with every thrust.
Bryce was still, but his shaking let Troy know how hard it was. Having to focus on his body freed something in him because he no longer seemed to think about how he was reacting, his moans and pleas flowing out of him without the need to censor himself.
Gripping him tightly, Troy slowly jerked him off. The pace was too slow to actually make him climax, but Troy loved watching the pleasure build. He loved teasing and pushing a sub to their limits, and he wasn’t going to hide that from Bryce.
“You’re being so good for me. And you have such a pretty cock. Oliver’s going to love sucking on it and licking it when I give him permission. Next time we play, do you want that? Do you want Oliver down on his knees for you? Tasting your dick?” Frantic nods and incoherent words fell from Bryce.
It was a jumble of pleas, and yes, and more, and broken bits of fantasies that had run through Bryce’s head. Fierce emotion surged through Troy as he realized that Bryce had been lusting after them just as long as they’d been obsessed with him.
Troy tightened his grip on the long shaft but still went tortuously slow. Bryce jerked and squirmed, trying to be good while Troy teased him with all the sexy things they could do together. When he started telling Bryce about how he wanted to bend him and Oliver over the couch together so he could spank them both at the same time, something snapped in Bryce.
One hand let go of the couch where it had a death grip on the leather and flailed out until it found Troy’s leg. Sliding his hand over the Dom’s body, he reached out until he found what he was looking for, which was Oliver. Watching the two men cling to each other while Bryce flew higher and higher, Troy couldn’t wait any longer.
Using Bryce’s precum as lube, he moved his hand faster, finally giving Bryce what he needed to reach his pleasure. Bryce held Oliver’s hand in a vise-like grip, and all he could do was beg.
“Please, please, Sir. Oh god, please.” Eyes closed and face full of concentration, Troy knew it was all Bryce could do to stop himself from exploding.
“Come. Show us how much you need…give me your pleasure…”
Bryce’s orgasm burst out of him, cum covering Troy’s hand as he kept going, pushing the pleasure higher and higher even though Bryce’s cock would be sensitive. He stroked and teased until Bryce sagged back on the couch, head rested on Troy’s shoulder as he just trembled under the onslaught of sensations.
With one last slow caress, he moved his hand away from Bryce’s cock, but he left the tight grip on the man’s neck, not wanting Bryce to feel deserted. Placing a kiss on the top of Bryce’s head, Troy felt Oliver’s hand wrap around his arm.
“Please, Sir. Can I taste him?” Oliver’s soft pleading words went right to Troy’s heart.
That meant so much more than Bryce would understand.
Troy knew his relationship with Oliver wasn’t conventional, but it worked for them. After a bit of a rocky start, they’d made rules and had spent countless hours talking about what they needed and wanted. Oliver submitted to other Doms occasionally, and they had threesomes when it felt right to both of them, but one of their big rules was that no one else came inside Oliver, in any way, unless it was someone they wanted a long-term relationship with. For Oliver to even ask to taste Bryce was his way of letting Troy know how invested he was becoming.
