Bryce: A M/M/M BDSM Romance (Bound & Controlled Book 4) Page 6

  “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.

  Chapter 7

  Bryce

  It was a long ride to their home. Bryce kept going back and forth about the right thing to do. For once, his heart and his cock were on the same side, but his head kept trying to intrude. He finally gave up, pushing his worries to the back of his mind. He wasn’t going to think about how it could affect the business or how complicated it would be. Bryce told himself that he was going to see where it went, and that was the only thing he would focus on.

  Keeping up with the truck had been easy, but he’d never managed to see what they were doing inside it. He’d gotten a glimpse of movement from Oliver as they’d reached a stoplight, but that was about it. His brain kept all the possible options running around in his head. Troy’s expression had been wicked when he’d said he would keep Oliver good and wound up on the ride back.

  By the time they pulled into the driveway, the only thing Bryce could think about was seeing them both naked and all that might happen. He had a good imagination, but not enough practical skills when it came to a threesome. That wasn’t to say he hadn’t been approached by people for a ménage in the past. There just hadn’t been many couples that felt right.

  Finding a single Dom or sub to play with wasn’t that hard at the club, but finding a couple where both people pulled to him was a lot harder. When he added in personalities and preferences to the mix, it hadn’t seemed worth the potential hassle. Two additional people in his bed didn’t just double the potential drama, it looked like it would quadruple it, and that wasn’t what he was looking for.

  He was hoping that he was right about Troy and Oliver. No matter how dramatic their start into BDSM together was, they were a strong couple who seemed to know what they wanted and agreed about how to handle it. He’d never even heard anything negative about them from other people at the club. The only thing that came close to a criticism was that Troy was too reserved, but Bryce didn’t mind it.

  With his family being so insane and dramatic, he liked Troy’s calm manner and dry sense of humor. It was a nice contrast to the craziness he dealt with from everyone else. Oliver provided enough character for the two of them, anyway.

  Bryce watched as the two men climbed out of the truck. Troy had a gleam in his eyes that screamed how pleased he was of himself, and Oliver looked like he’d been put through the wringer. His clothes were all a little out of place, and even from a distance, the bulge in his jeans was noticeable. Very noticeable.

  Taking one last deep breath and pushing the remaining worries to the back of his mind, he got out of his car. He was going to focus on the two beautiful, tempting men in front of him, and that was it. The area around their house was quiet and dark. It looked a lot more private than his home, even though they hadn’t driven very far.

  The two men watched him walk up. Troy wrapped his arms around a shaky Oliver and pulled him back to rest against his chest. Oliver looked grateful for the support but desperate for more. His ride from the restaurant had to have been interesting.

  “I had this naughty boy here telling me all the things he’s been fantasizing about doing in bed with you. I have to say he has a beautifully dirty mind.” Troy’s fingers started fanning out and caressing Oliver’s chest. Oliver and Bryce both seemed to think they were heading for his cock because he started to shake and Bryce couldn’t stop watching the wandering fingers. “He had a hard time tucking his hard cock away when we pulled up. I probably should have made him leave it out, but I didn’t want to surprise you.”

  Bryce blinked; the image in his head was too perfect. It took a long few seconds before he could make anything come out of his mouth. “What about neighbors?”

  No, he didn’t mind Oliver’s exhibitionist tendencies, but he also wasn’t looking to end up on the front page of the paper. Troy’s lips quirked upward slightly. “We don’t have any, do we, kitten? The house down the street is empty right now and our house backs up to some state land. There’s no one around to see anything that we do. Isn’t that right?”

  Oliver shivered and nodded slowly. It was clear his thoughts were still focused on Troy’s hands and not the words coming out of the Dom’s mouth. Bryce swallowed hard. “No neighbors?”

  “None.” Troy watched Bryce like he could see right through him. “No one can see, no matter what I do to him. You’d like neighbors, wouldn’t you, kitten? You like being watched.”

  A whimper broke free and Oliver nodded desperately. His legs looked unsteady, and it seemed like Troy was making sure he stayed upright. Troy’s hands kept working their way lower, and Bryce could only watch as Oliver tried not to beg for more. He was trying so hard to behave, but even in the low light of the dark yard, Bryce could see he was fighting a losing battle. Bryce could tell that Troy didn’t want him to be able to be good.

  “These pants are hurting you, aren’t they, kitten?” Troy didn’t wait for a reply. He closed the gap between his hand and the button and opened Oliver’s jeans. In an instant, his cock was pushing against the fabric of his underwear, no longer restrained by his pants. Oliver sighed at the relief, but then whimpered again as Troy’s huge hands caressed his covered length.

  Oliver’s erection strained against the fabric, pushing it away from his body just enough so that Bryce could see the thick base of his arousal. Watching as Troy caressed the pale band of Oliver’s stomach just above his pants had Bryce frozen in place. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but the need to move closer to them was overwhelming.

  “I think he still looks uncomfortable. What do you think, Bryce?” Troy’s deep voice sent warring signals through Bryce. His inner Dom and sub both perked up.

  Watching the needy, hard Oliver squirm, something clicked in Bryce and he stepped forward. Just one step closer, but it changed the dynamics. He didn’t want to submit with Oliver, he wanted to dominate the sexy sub. “I think he’s being good, so we don’t want him too uncomfortable.”

  Troy slid his hands up Oliver’s chest, baring the lean body. “You should help him, then. Kitten, you want Bryce to free your cock, don’t you? Won’t it feel so good to let it out and not ha
ve anything pressing against it?”

  A low moan tore through Oliver and his head fell back against Troy. Bryce took it as a yes, even though Oliver hadn’t managed any words. His body language made it easy to see what he wanted. Bryce took a few more steps, putting him right in front of Oliver. Not close enough to touch, but one more small step and he’d be able to press himself tight to the writhing sub.

  Bryce slowly telegraphed every movement, wanting to give Oliver a chance to change his mind. When his fingers gripped the straining fabric of the tight briefs, Oliver whined and his hips thrust toward Bryce. Bryce stopped his movements and shook his head as Troy made a sound like Oliver had been a naughty boy. “Is that how a good boy behaves?”

  Oliver pleaded with his eyes, but Bryce was starting to know him well enough not to fall for that every time. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. You’re just so…and it’s…please…”

  He was beautiful when he begged.

  “You have to stay still and follow directions or you won’t get to come.” Bryce loved that idea, but the image of a desperate Oliver getting to orgasm was incredible, too. It would be hard to pick which sounded better.

  “Yes, Sir. I will.” Oliver shook with need and the force it took to remain still in Troy’s arms. Bryce knew how hard his body was working to move with the need to grind his cock against anything.

  Mentally giving himself a shake, Bryce started easing the briefs over Oliver’s erection. It was long and hard and shone like a beacon in the darkness. He took Oliver’s cock in his hand and slowly jerked him off. It was too soft a grip for Oliver to come, but the pleading noises that escaped from Oliver had Bryce’s own cock aching.

  Bryce continued his painfully slow touch and looked up at Troy. The other Dom’s eyes were heated, and even though his expression didn’t give much away, Bryce knew how turned on he was. “I think he feels much better now.”

  The painfully aroused noises coming from Oliver told another story entirely. Troy’s grin broke free for just a moment and it was thoroughly wicked and beautiful. “He has to be.” Troy moved his hands farther up Oliver’s shirt and had to have started teasing his nipples because the most delicious wail broke out of Oliver. He was either incredibly sensitive or Troy was teasing him mercilessly.

  Maybe both.

  Oliver’s cock jerked, and Bryce could see the precum leaking down the long length. Oliver squirmed and fought to keep his begging quiet, but it wasn’t working. Bryce wasn’t sure what the plan was, but he knew if they didn’t pull things back, no matter how gently he was playing with Oliver’s cock, he was going to come.

  Easing off of whatever he was doing under Oliver’s shirt, Troy let him calm down enough for Oliver to catch his breath. “I think you’ve been good enough to get your spanking, kitten. What do you think? Have you behaved?”

  His head bobbed up and down in a haphazard way that made him seem even more unsteady. “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  The words were choppy and forced out, like Oliver’s brain wasn’t quite working. They stirred images up in Bryce’s mind that had a growl trying to escape. Picturing the desperate, needy sub draped over his lap, or even Troy’s, had him adjusting his cock in his pants.

  Troy didn’t miss Bryce’s arousal. His wicked grin flashed before his calm mask settled over him again. “I think Bryce wants to spank your bottom, kitten. What do you think? Do you want to be bent over for him?”

  “Yes! Please.” There was no questioning Oliver’s agreement or desire.

  Bryce’s brain had given up questioning what would happen or debating what was best. His only thoughts were about what was happening right then. He wanted Oliver’s full bottom, naked and on display. Preferably over Bryce’s lap.

  “Let’s take him inside.” Troy’s voice promised there would be more to come.

  Bryce moved to step back and release Oliver’s cock, but Troy shook his head. “Why don’t you lead him in? We wouldn’t want him to forget who was in charge.”

  Oliver whimpered and his cock jerked in Bryce’s tightening grip. Bryce had to agree. It was hot as fuck. Using Oliver’s hard dick as a handle, Bryce led him away from Troy. They followed the other Dom up a large porch and into their home.

  Bryce couldn’t focus on the details of the house. The feel of Oliver in his hand and the way the sexy Dom moved through the house took all his concentration. Flashes of wood and leather registered as a living room and a tall staircase meant they were heading for the bedroom.

  That was all he needed to know.

  Carefully teasing and tugging at Oliver’s cock as they walked through the hallway, Bryce’s heart rate jumped as they entered the bedroom. An impossibly wide bed took up most of the space and Bryce noticed a long dresser and a large chair in a corner, but that was about it. The rest of his attention was aimed at Troy and Oliver.

  Oliver had been good going through the house, but the promise of his spanking was making it hard for him to stay focused. Troy had to say his name twice to get his attention. “Are you going to listen and be good?”

  Oliver nodded but whimpered as Bryce let go of his cock. “Yes. Oh, yes.”

  Bryce didn’t hide his pleasure. He loved Troy’s control, but he wanted Oliver to know exactly how much Bryce was loving the sub’s reactions. Troy watched them both through passion-filled eyes. “Bryce, why don’t you go sit on the bed. Then we’ll have Oliver lay down over your lap.”

  Oliver nodded as Bryce walked around the room and climbed up on the tall, wide bed. He pushed the pillows up behind his back and settled in, comfortable on the soft mattress. He glanced at Troy, trying not to think about how it would feel to be draped over the Dom’s lap, and nodded.

  Troy walked over to the dark chair in the corner and sat down before looking at Oliver. “Push your pants down a little. We’re going to offer your ass up to Bryce. You need a spanking so bad, don’t you, kitten?”

  Oliver’s hands shook as he whined and eased his jeans over his ass. His shirt and pants framed his cock and bottom beautifully, putting him on display. Bryce knew how naked it would make him feel, and probably how naughty.

  “Now up on the bed. You know where I want you to be.” Troy’s voice dropped low, making both men shiver as Oliver walked over to the bed, slightly hobbled by his pants. Oliver blushed, and Bryce thought it was probably because he wasn’t as smooth or graceful as he wanted to be, but to Bryce he looked perfect.

  He gave his lap a pat and let his gaze wander over the sub. Oliver’s cock jerked and Bryce’s made a matching move. Trapped behind his pants, he couldn’t wait to be naked. It wasn’t time for that yet, though. Oliver awkwardly climbed up on the bed and it made his naked ass stand out even more.

  Cock bouncing, he crawled over to Bryce and laid himself over Bryce’s lap. His hard length pressed against Bryce’s legs, and every muscle was tight as he tried not to move. When he spoke, his voice was thick with need. “May I have a spanking, please?”

  Bryce instinctively glanced over to Troy, whose eyes crinkled in pleasure as he nodded. Did he like that Bryce looked to him for permission, or was it just everything in general? He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t think it mattered. “Yes.”

  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.