Troy
Troy watched as Oliver shifted his legs, dragging them over Bryce’s straining arousal. There was more than one reason he called his boy “kitten.” He was sweet and cute, but had determination and claws you never saw coming. Bryce didn’t stand a chance.
At least, not until he knew Oliver better.
“We talked about having you with us.”
Bryce blinked and stared. He couldn’t seem to believe they’d wanted him as well. Troy noticed him swallowing hard, not sure what to say. “You did?”
Oliver nodded, his deceptively adorable expression pulling Bryce in. Troy had seen Bryce when the Dom in him was in charge, and he knew how erotic and decisive the man could be. But Troy loved seeing him befuddled and aroused just as much. He could picture how incredible it was going to be when Bryce unleashed his inner Dom on Oliver.
“We did.” Troy flexed his fingers on the slender column of Bryce’s neck, loving the little gasp and shiver that escaped.
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?”
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.
“Yes, kitten.” Troy brought his hand up, watching as his sweet sub licked cum off his hand.
Bryce watched them both, sated and quiet while curled up against Troy, completely unaware of how much was being said with the one sexy act. Troy just hoped that they’d be able to talk things out and see where it could take them because he couldn’t see walking away from Bryce.
It would already be too hard.