Oliver
“Thank god!” He hadn’t meant for that part to come out so excitedly, but he couldn’t help it. He’d been dreaming of being topped by both of them for weeks. If they were dominating him at the same time, and he thought that was what Bryce was suggesting, it would be even better. “Sorry. I’ll behave.”
Being naughty enough to get a spanking was one thing, but he didn’t want to drive both of them bad-crazy. That wasn’t the goal. He just liked making them both a little nuts. Doms, in general, seemed to be so serious, and Troy fit that mold to a T. Bryce wasn’t as bad, but Oliver still thought he needed to relax a little, or he was going to give himself a heart attack worrying about everything.
Bryce coughed, trying poorly to cover a laugh, but Troy just rolled his eyes and shook his head in a you’re-going-to-regret-that way. Oliver couldn’t decide if he was looking forward to that or not. With Troy, it was hard to decide sometimes.
As their relationship had transitioned from traditional to something closer to full-time Master and submissive roles, pushing Troy’s buttons had gotten more fun, but sometimes, Troy had the most incredibly devious mind when it came to punishments. Thinking about it made a tingly sensation shoot down his spine again, right to his cock.
He squeezed his legs together, trying to relieve the pressure somehow. He didn’t even realize he’d closed his eyes until he heard Bryce’s voice coming from right next to him. They’d put Oliver in the corner of the round booth. At the beginning of the meal, there had been plenty of room between him and the Doms, but somehow they’d both worked their way closer, first Troy, then Bryce.
“Are you supposed to be doing that?”
He tried for innocent. “Doing what? I’m just smelling the food and talking to you guys.”
“Naughty boys don’t get orgasms. You want to be touched and get to come, don’t you?”
The sinfully rich voice had wicked thoughts running through Oliver’s head. “Yes, please.”
“Then stop playing with your cock, kitten.” Troy growled out the words on the other side of Oliver. He was sandwiched between the two sexy men and it was making it hard to think.
“Yes…but…yes…I…no, I won’t…” He took a deep, stuttered breath and tried to get things to make sense in his head. He finally went with something easier. “I’ll be good.”
He could say that in his sleep; it didn’t mean he actually meant it, though.
Bryce’s low chuckle told Oliver he might have guessed that. “We’ll see. Right now, you need to open your legs a little. I don’t want you trying to rub that pretty cock of yours.”
Oliver nearly purred. Bryce thought his cock was pretty? He opened his eyes, watching Bryce out of the corner of them. “You think it’s pretty?”
“Beautiful. When I saw you strapped down to that table with your cock straining and begging for attention, it was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen. You have no idea how hard it was to stop myself from going up to the stage.” Bryce’s sincere words were hot and erotic but, in a way, sweet as well.
“I’ll be good.”
“Now it sounds like you really mean it.” Bryce watched him intently. There was always so much behind his eyes, it drew Oliver in.
Oliver nodded, then tried not to melt in his seat as Troy traced around his ear with a delicate touch. “You’ve got to be very good if you want a reward when we get home.”
He held his breath, then forced it out. “A spanking?”
Please let Troy say Bryce was going to spank him!
“Only if you behave.” Bryce teased the words against Oliver’s skin, making the nerves dance, sending shivers down his spine.
“I will. Whatever you want.” Oliver would have given them anything and promised even more, as long as it meant he’d get to go over Bryce’s lap.
“Good boy.” The men spoke at the same time, both rich, deep voices leaving Oliver panting with need.
All he could do was nod. The fantasies in his head were making it hard to function, much less talk. When Bryce prodded his hand and told him to finish eating, Oliver tried to follow the instruction, but the food was a lot less interesting than it had been a few minutes earlier.
He forced himself to take a few bites, but he lost the struggle when Bryce’s hand moved over to Oliver’s leg. He wasn’t sure what he’d missed when he was zoned out on the spanking fantasy, but it had to have been some kind of discussion because Bryce went from reserved to making Oliver crazy.
The hand that was resting on Oliver’s thigh leisurely started moving up and down his leg. Bryce’s hand would caress one long, slow stroke from his knee to just below his cock. It was incredible. And maddening. And erotic. And mean, because if he didn’t behave then he wouldn’t get the spanking he desperately wanted—needed, even.
He finally gave up eating and just tried to sit there quietly, moving food around the plate so it looked like he was behaving. When Troy added a hand to Oliver’s other leg, he gave up even playing with the food.
The two men teased in tandem. One’s hand would slide up as the other was inching downward, neither ever touching his aching dick. When the waiter came back to check on them, he thought he would get a reprieve. Bryce wasn’t ready to let anyone know he was even casually dating two men, much less fooling around with them in a public restaurant.
He was wrong.
Very wrong.
“Is everything still all right with your dinner, gentlemen? Do you need a refill on your drink, sir?” They were simple, innocent questions that Oliver’s brain couldn’t generate a response to. Because in that moment, Bryce let his hand inch close enough to caress the head of Oliver’s dick.
If that had been it, he might have been able to force his brain to at least manufacture a short sentence. But no, Troy brought his hand up to cup Oliver’s tight, full balls. It was beautiful torture.
“I’m sorry. Can you say that again?” Ha, he managed a sentence. He still didn’t know what the waiter had asked him, although the man was patiently waiting for an answer.
“Did you like the penne? It’s a new recipe the chef is trying.” The young waiter was so earnest and polite it made Oliver’s head hurt. Why couldn’t he have been rude, so he didn’t have to answer?
“It’s delicious. Thank you.” The guy didn’t seem to believe him, so Oliver picked up his fork and tried to make his body behave by eating another bite. It was beyond difficult. Making him use machinery while being sexually aroused should be against the law.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I’ll let him know.” Then the smiling, too-sweet waiter was gone.
Oliver carefully set the fork down, then sagged down in the seat, trying to keep his ass on the bench. If he gave in to the need to thrust up, he might never get his spanking.
“Are you done with your dinner, kitten? I thought you were hungry.” Troy’s words sounded like he was serious, but Oliver knew him better than that.
“I am. Please.” It just wasn’t food that he needed.
“Do you want dessert? They have a delicious chocolate cake.” Bryce’s words were more teasing, but just as designed to make him crazy.
The hands rubbed gentle circles on his cock and balls, making it harder and harder to think. “Please.”
It was whiny and filled with desperate desire, but he didn’t care. If begging got him what he wanted, then that’s what he would do. He just needed the teasing to stop and the real pleasure to begin. “Please, Sirs.”
“Do you think he’s ready to go home? I can’t tell.” Bryce’s tone was almost mocking, but it made Oliver’s frustration even greater, which turned him on even more.
He moved his focus up to glance between Bryce and Troy. He couldn’t decide who he’d have a better chance with to get what he wanted. The mental coin toss had him focusing on Troy. “You’ve talked about it for so long, please.”
If they didn’t get him naked soon he was going to come in his pants. And that wouldn’t get him his spanking.
“You’ve been a good boy, kitten.” Troy’s fingers inched down to slide across Oliver’s jean-covered opening. “Let’s get you home.”
“Thank you.” Oliver wanted to sag down against the seat and let the sensations roll through him, but they were still in the restaurant and he had to behave. It would only be a few more minutes. He had to keep telling himself that as Troy called the waiter back over and asked for their check.
There was a quiet discussion on who would pay the bill. Troy thought they should because they’d asked Bryce out, and Bryce wasn’t ready to back down from the idea of him paying. Oliver finally leaned over and whispered in the insane Dom’s ear. “I’m so hard I hurt, and I need to be spanked. Does it really matter who pays?”
Bryce barked out a laugh, letting Troy pay.
As they got up from the table, Oliver had to discreetly adjust himself so that he didn’t scandalize the other customers. Once they’d moved their hands from his groin, it had become easier to think, but his body wasn’t relaxing as fast. He was still hard and ready to be taken.
Troy took his hand as they walked out of the restaurant and back toward the vehicles. A look flashed across Bryce’s face and Oliver knew he was thinking about taking his other hand. As much as the Dom wanted to, it was too big a step for that moment. Oliver was a little disappointed, but he understood. He wanted both men with a need that still surprised him, but he was starting to understand where Bryce’s nervousness was coming from.
He could be patient.
Oliver gave Bryce an understanding smile and reached out to run his free hand down one of Bryce’s just for a moment before pulling back. The Dom smiled but gripped his keys tighter and shifted slightly closer to Oliver.
It wasn’t a grand public gesture, but it meant a lot, coming from Bryce.
After making sure Bryce knew where they lived, Troy asked for the keys, and Oliver gratefully handed them over. Driving required too much concentration and coordination, and his body wasn’t thinking of anything beyond getting home and getting naked.
Bryce leaned against the truck and gave Oliver a wicked grin before looking over at Troy. “I think you’ll have to make sure he doesn’t relax too much in the car.”
Troy nodded, a fiery glint in his eyes. “I agree. It would be a shame if he wasn’t still hard and needy when we got home.”
He loved the look that passed between them, but he knew it spelled trouble for him. Sexy, naughty trouble.
Climbing in the truck while the two Doms spoke quietly for a moment, Oliver tried not to worry. He knew Bryce wouldn’t lie about coming back to their house, but there was so much depending on one night. Bryce was clearly worried about the balance of the BDSM part of the relationship, and Oliver knew that if it was awkward and even the slightest bit off, it would chase him away.
There was a huge part of him that was relieved that nothing about the evening was up to him. All he had to do was obey the Doms’ instructions and let them lead, but it still made his stomach start to turn. As Troy climbed in the truck, he took one look at Oliver before reaching over and grabbing his hand.
“It will be fine. You’ll see.”
“I know. I just want it to be…” Perfect wasn’t the right word. It implied too much order and neatness to his mind. “I want it to be right. I want it to be so right between us that he doesn’t think about backing out.”
“We’re not going to do anything crazy tonight. It will just be the three of us, no toys or props. He’s going to see how incredible it will be between us. He will have a lot of things to work through, just like we did. We have to be patient.”
“I can be patient, it’s just—”
Troy snorted. Oliver wrinkled his nose. “I can be patient when I have to. I just don’t see the need most of the time.”
Troy gave a grudging acceptance of the revised statement, then continued. “It took us months of talking before we knew what we wanted in a relationship, and that was after a rocky start. This isn’t going to be an overnight relationship. If it works, it’s going to take a lot of communication, honesty, and time.”
Oliver sighed, leaning back against the seat. “I know.”
“Now come over here and give me a kiss. I was supposed to keep you horny and desperate and I’m failing.” Troy sounded a bit frustrated with himself. Was it a competition with Bryce, maybe? Oliver could see that spurring on some incredible scenes.
Oliver unbuckled and leaned across the cab. What he wouldn’t have given for a bench seat in that moment. The kiss was hot and demanding, making his toes curl with anticipation. Demanding entrance to Oliver’s mouth, Troy’s tongue danced against his, sending shock waves of pleasure through him. By the time Troy pulled back, Oliver was lightheaded and his cock was pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
“That’s better.” Troy’s mouth tilted up on one side, giving him a rakish look. “Buckle up for me, or he’s going to beat us home.”
Oliver fumbled with the belt, finally managing to get it across his body and in the slot. It seemed to take incredible amounts of coordination to make it work. When he completed the monumental task, he leaned back in the seat and tried to calm his racing heart. He was just so damned excited.
“You don’t need to calm down, kitten. I want you all needy and desperate. Reach down and take out your cock.” Troy said the words like they were perfectly reasonable, and for him, they were.
Oliver fumbled with the button on his jeans, grateful that the truck was high enough few people would be able to see in. A quick shift of his shirt would have him covered if a big rig drove by, but that was pretty much all he had to worry about.
Shoving his jeans down just enough to free his cock, he breathed a sigh of relief as it was released from the snug confines of his briefs. Troy only wanted him to wear tight little briefs, and as sexy as Oliver thought he looked in them, more room for his growing erection would have been wonderful.
“I want you to play with your cock. Not for long, though.” Troy’s voice rumbled through the truck, making Oliver shiver. He reached over and obediently started fisting his cock. He wasn’t going to waste time teasing unless Troy specified that it had to be a specific kind of touch. Until then, he was going to get as much pleasure out of it as he could.
Troy let him play with his cock as they drove out of the parking lot and turned on the main road heading toward the house. Before they got to the first stoplight, the instructions changed. “All right, hands on your legs.”
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.