When Oliver was shaking and so hard it had to ache as his cock pressed against Bryce’s leg, he knew it was time to give his boy some relief. He’d been so good. Bryce looked over at Troy, cocking his head questioningly. Did he have an opinion, or was he going to leave it up to Bryce?
Oliver was right on the edge. He seemed to still be fighting the urge to grind himself against Bryce because he was gripping the covers so tight they were coming off the bed. Troy gave him a little shrug that didn’t seem to mean anything, then lifted his chin toward Bryce. He was leaving it up to Bryce?
What Bryce really wanted was all of them together.
He picked up the hand that had been rubbing up and down Oliver’s back and crooked his finger in a come here motion. They were going to top Oliver together. Troy gave him a look, probably trying to guess what Bryce wanted, but stood up.
Bryce dipped one finger in the crease of Oliver’s ass and teased circles around his hole. Oliver clenched down, wanting more, and his head arched off the bed. His long, lean body was like a living sculpture. “I think Oliver wants to come. What do you think?”
Troy gave a low hum of pleasure. “I’ll need to check and see, but you might be right.”
The broad, tall Dom climbed on the bed and relaxed next to them. Bryce moved both hands to knead at Oliver’s flushed bottom, and he watched as his sub moaned and writhed. Troy brought one hand between Oliver’s legs and grabbed his cock.
Whatever he’d done had Oliver mewling, nearly coming off the bed. Bryce wanted to see what Troy had done to get such a reaction out of their sub, but it wasn’t time for twenty questions. Troy turned his gaze to Bryce, almost ignoring the pleasure rolling off Oliver. “I think he’s ready for you.”
For him?
Chapter 8
Troy
Troy had seen the questions on Bryce’s face, but he didn’t pay any attention to them. He simply jerked his head toward the side table and continued to torment Oliver, twisting his fingers and rubbing the little spot that made Oliver dance in pleasure. “Grab the stuff out of the top drawer.”
Releasing Oliver’s cock, Troy lifted his shaking sub onto his lap. When Bryce turned back around with the lube and condoms, he still hadn’t seemed to recover from his surprise. Troy wasn’t sure what Bryce thought would happen, but he wanted Bryce to know that he saw him as just as much a Dom as a sub. When they’d first noticed him, he’d spent a lot of time considering what Bryce being a switch would mean.
Oliver was watching them both with hungry eyes. His little kitten was needy. Knowing not to trust Oliver’s legs or balance at this point, Troy moved him around again so he was on his hands and knees between Troy’s legs. Bringing their faces together, he gave Oliver a kiss. “You need, don’t you, kitten?”
Oliver nodded and sighed, arching up his ass and giving Bryce a come-hither look that was worthy of any of the Hollywood legends. Bryce didn’t stand a chance until he’d built up some immunity. But considering how long it had taken Troy, he wasn’t going to hold his breath for it to happen anytime soon.
Bryce watched them, hesitant and aroused, as he moved to kneel behind Oliver. Troy wanted him naked, he desperately wanted to order him to strip down completely first, but he was determined to restrain himself. This time.
“I bet Bryce would strip down if you begged him nicely, kitten.”
Oliver smiled wickedly, then turned his head to glance at Bryce. Troy couldn’t see his face, but something sent Bryce into overdrive. He looked like he wanted to devour Oliver as he started slowly removing his shirt. He either had lots of practice stripping or he’d been watching Conner at the club, because even kneeling on the bed it was hot.
Oliver was nearly panting by the time Bryce was naked, cock arching up toward his muscular abs. If Troy was being honest, they were both panting, he just hid it better than his kitten. Bryce was eating up their expressions because there was a distinct swagger to his movements as he closed in on Oliver again.
Bryce brought his hand down on Oliver’s ass again, and both Doms thoroughly enjoyed the moan that echoed through the room. Oliver loved having his bottom spanked, and he wasn’t the type to hide his desire.
When Bryce reached for the lube, Oliver and Troy held their breath. To distract them both, Troy brought Oliver’s lips back to his, but he let his eyes follow Bryce. He let the cautious, confused man see how much he wanted him and hopefully a little of how much he was coming to mean to Troy.
Bryce only faltered for a moment, but he caught himself quickly and pushed aside whatever was running through his head. Turning his focus back to Oliver, Bryce teased the lube around Oliver’s sensitive opening and slid one finger in. Oliver squirmed and arched into the breach, earning another smack from Bryce.
Bryce took his time, slowly stretching Oliver. Troy could see he was being careful, but he was also enjoying how crazy it was making Oliver. By the time Bryce had the condom sheathed and lubed, Oliver was back to desperate and unsteady. Troy had only wanted to watch, but he found himself keeping Oliver from sinking down to the bed.
It was beautiful.
He loved being able to see Oliver come completely undone. Most of the time Troy was so focused on Oliver’s reactions and pleasure, he lost some of the beauty. Being able to hold Oliver and love on his kitten was wonderful. Especially when he was being pounded and taken apart.
Oliver gasped into Troy’s mouth, making delicious noises as Bryce inched his cock into Oliver’s tight hole. Troy pulled back enough to catch Bryce’s eye. “He’s ready. Kitten loves being taken hard. Bent over the couch, shoved up against the wall, he wants a lover to really own him.”
Did Bryce understand?
Maybe. His easy, slow rhythm faltered before Bryce leaned over Oliver and started riding him hard. Bryce’s hips flexed and Troy watched as his cock fucked Oliver, making his kitten howl out his pleasure. More kisses or focus on the stunning show in front of him? With his two beautiful men, it was an impossible choice.
He finally decided to share in both pleasures. He’d kiss and distract Oliver enough to keep him from coming, then he’d sit back and tell them both how incredible they looked, how sexy and erotic, how much he wanted them both. By the time they were ready to come, their lust had a desperate edge to it. Troy wanted to feed the desperation and see how high he could take them, but it wasn’t the right time.
Conscious of Bryce’s needs, he gave Bryce a long, thorough look, then slowly reached down to Oliver’s cock. “Has he been good enough? Does our kitten get to come?”
They both exploded.
Bryce growled out something low and fierce and Oliver called out a desperate plea, but it was too late. Troy wrapped his fingers around Oliver’s pulsing length and caressed him, keeping the pleasure going. Bryce gaped at them both and shook as his orgasm crashed through him.
When they’d wrung out every bit of pleasure from their orgasms, Bryce pulled out and wrapped his arms around Oliver to give him a quick, tender kiss. He got rid of the condom in the trash can by the bed, then cuddled into them.
Oliver was sandwiched in the middle, making soft, satisfied sounds. As Bryce settled back in close to them, his kitten smiled sweetly and reached around to hold them both tight. “You’re staying, right?”
Troy didn’t like the hesitation in Oliver’s voice, and, evidently, neither did Bryce. He pushed himself even tighter against Oliver and rained kisses down his neck. “I’m staying.”
Watching his two men, Troy gave them both a predatory glare. “Until I let you go tomorrow.”
It wasn’t a question, but Bryce nodded slowly. “Until you let me.” Then Bryce sat up a little. “I have a family thing on Sunday.”
Troy nodded. “I’ll release you by then.”
“Release?”
Oliver yawned, pulling Bryce down close to him again. “You think too much. I’m tired.”
Bryce let Oliver bring him back down to the bed, a matching yawn making Troy smile. “But…”
“You�
��ll love it.” Another yawn cracked his jaw. “Troy, don’t make him crazy.”
“Go to sleep.” Troy leaned over and gave both men quick, tender kisses. Oliver took his with a sleepy passion that made Troy smile, but Bryce opened his lips to let Troy thoroughly claim him. Giving him permission, maybe?
Pulling back when the temptation to restart things was too high, Troy gave him one last kiss to his forehead. “Sleep.”
Bryce nodded, closing his eyes and sighing as Troy pulled a blanket from the bottom of the bed over his men. Troy didn’t understand how he’d gotten so lucky, but he could only hope that they weren’t moving too fast for Bryce. It was a lot to take in, but it was so easy to see they had so much between them all. Wrapping his arms around his men, Troy let himself close his eyes.
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Watching his two men slowly wake up, Troy let his hands rest on their chests. Letting them know he was with them, and hopefully keeping Bryce from getting too worried. He’d made it clear the night before that he was going to want Bryce’s submission the next morning, but he knew it wouldn’t be what Bryce was expecting.
Spanking and different types of erotic submission would have probably been Bryce’s first guesses, but they would have been wrong. To Troy, the deepest and most honest submission came when it wasn’t about arousal or sexual release. It was how he and Oliver had learned to communicate and to find their balance.
Troy hoped he was making the right call, but he thought it was time to start including Bryce in those traditions. The things that made Oliver and him work and grow. As Bryce turned and frowned when something didn’t feel right, Troy settled in, ready to soothe Bryce.
His new sub rolled over, but when his leg didn’t go far enough, one eye opened. There was curiosity etched on his face, but not worry, which soothed some of Troy’s nerves. Bryce’s feet moved under the covers and explored, trying to figure out what was going on. It didn’t take Bryce long to understand.
He was tied to the bed.
Well, not exactly tied. Troy had elastic sports cuffs with hook and loop fasteners bolted to the end of the bed. One was wrapped around Bryce’s leg and the other around a not-quite-awake Oliver’s ankle. It would be very easy to sit up and remove the restraint, but he didn’t think Bryce would.
Bryce frowned and lifted up the covers to peek down toward the foot of the mattress. It was almost comical. Troy could see legs and feet moving again. Then Bryce stilled and relaxed back down. He closed his eyes and wiggled around until he was pressed close against Oliver. One arm moved until it popped up beside Troy on the bed and reached for his hand.
Lacing his fingers through Bryce’s, he let his sub fall back asleep. It had gone smoother than he’d expected, but he knew Bryce would have questions. He was hoping his conflicted switch would have lots of them. Troy was hoping it would show Bryce that it was okay to open up to them. They’d tried to make it clear they were looking for a long-term relationship with him, but it was easy to see he was sitting on the fence.
Troy just needed to pull him down on their side.
When Bryce settled back down to sleep, Troy slipped out of bed quietly and went downstairs. He and Oliver had purchased the house three months before, and they were still moving things around. The kitchen was Troy’s favorite. Modern appliances mixed with old-fashioned elements made it perfect. It was what drew them to the house to begin with. Both he and Oliver were big cooks, preferring to eat at home instead of going out all the time, so they’d loved the kitchen right away.
Troy couldn’t wait to see what Bryce thought about the house. From what they’d seen of Bryce’s office, Troy thought they had similar tastes, as long as Bryce hadn’t gotten someone else to decorate for him. Troy couldn’t see that being the case. As Bryce had started opening up about his business, they’d learned more about the family dynamic and the little games of one-upmanship they played.
Gathering up a tray with coffee and some breakfast for the sleeping men, Troy made his way back upstairs. As he walked into the bedroom, setting the tray on the dresser next to his side of the bed, Oliver opened his eyes. He peered at Bryce and tugged on his cuff. “Does he know about the restraint yet?”
“Yes.” A muffled reply came from Bryce, who was still pretending to be asleep.
Oliver grinned. “Is he mad?”
“No.” Bryce pulled the covers over his head.
“Is he confused?”
“No.”
He was tied to the bed. Troy thought the reason was fairly obvious, and evidently, Bryce did too. Oliver glanced up at Troy, a teasing smile on his face. “Do you think he likes being naked and tied up?”
Bryce snorted, refusing to answer that one.
Troy ran his hand over Oliver’s head and shrugged. “I’m not sure yet. We can find out, though.”
Bryce’s eyes popped open, awake and curious. Troy cracked a smile. “Oh, look who’s awake.”
Giving Troy a wary look, Bryce sat up and moved to lean against the headboard. “Yes…Yes, Sir.”
Troy nodded subtly, then reached over and ran his hand over Bryce’s head. “Would you like a morning kiss, tiger?”
“Tiger, huh?” Bryce nodded, not even having to think about it. Troy gave him a smile and slid his hand down to Bryan’s neck to pull him close. He started out light and tender, but slowly deepened the kiss, reminding Bryce who was in charge. Bryce melted into the bed, curling into Oliver as he kissed Troy deeply. A sudden squeak from Bryce had Troy pulling away in surprise.
“Oliver?” He knew his kitten.
Wide, innocent eyes looked up at him. “Yes, Sir?”
“What did you do?” That much effort into appearing adorable meant his kitten was definitely guilty.
Oliver shrugged like he was confused. “You said to check and see if he was turned on. He is.”
“That’s not exactly what I said.” Troy shook his head. Bryce watched the discussion between them and was clearly trying to appear neutral, almost disapproving. He was failing.
“Oh? I’m sorry.” He sounded sincere, but he didn’t look sorry at all.
“What is this time for, kitten?” It seemed like Oliver needed the reminder, and it would be good clarification for Bryce.
Oliver sighed like it was torture. “To talk and cuddle with you, Sir.”
“Were you supposed to touch Bryce like that?”
“No.” Another dramatic sigh came with big puppy dog eyes. “He’s just so tempting when he’s naked.” Oliver gave Bryce a long look. “He’s a sexy tiger.”
Bryce laughed, giving up the pretense of being disappointed in Oliver. He was still watching, though, not commenting yet, so Troy kept his focus on Oliver. “Why is this not play time?”
Another dramatic sigh had Oliver looking up at the ceiling, pretending to be bored with the conversation. “Because we can’t have a good relationship just by fucking like rabbits every time you assert your dominance. We have to talk because good communication is important.”
“And?”
“And we’re not mind readers. We have to share our problems and needs.” Oliver gave Troy a sideways look. “I was very naughty. I’m sorry, Sir. I understand if you need to punish me.”
Bryce barked out a laugh again, and Troy shook his head. “No spankings for you. If you’re naughty, I can find chores for you to do. Didn’t we say all the baseboards needed to be cleaned? I think we have an old toothbrush—”
Oliver rolled over to curl into Troy’s side. “I’ll be good. Honest.”
Troy laughed. “I thought you might.”
Bryce relaxed and reached out his arm again so he was touching Oliver and Troy. “So you do this a lot?”
Troy nodded. “We broke up and got back together countless times when we were first dating because we weren’t communicating. Once we started incorporating the BDSM aspects we liked into our relationship, this was a way to make us talk. We wanted to make sure that we were being honest and to make it hard to walk away.”
“With
me cuffed to the bed, I’d have to really consider how important it was to stop a discussion, and Troy can’t leave me restrained because it’s his responsibility as my Dom to keep me safe. It makes sure we’re both held responsible.” Oliver lifted his head and gave both men quick kisses. It was just enough to tempt Troy, but Bryce seemed surprised to be included in the tender peck.
“So most weekends we talk for at least a little while. Some weekends it goes for longer. Depending on how we’re feeling, I’ll move him downstairs and re-cuff him to the couch or somewhere in the kitchen. Those are usually play times.” Bryce’s eyes started to heat as Troy talked.
Did he like being restrained, or was it something else? They still had so much to learn about Bryce. “Next time, we might talk about your limits so we can understand what you need.”
Bryce’s eyes flew up to meet Troy’s. “Like a contract?”
“Nothing quite that formal yet. I was thinking just the limits discussion first. We’ll talk about contracts later, if that’s something that interests you.”
“Do you have one with Oliver?”
“Nothing that most people would call a contract.” Troy shrugged. “We’ve talked about limits and rules, but nothing is written down. We thought about waiting to write out a formal contract so we could do it with our third.”
“So you really want a third. Not just someone to play with occasionally or even on a regular basis? You want a true polyamorous relationship with another person?”
“Yes, a closed poly relationship with additional rules because of the BDSM aspects, but we want another life partner, not something casual.” Bryce was still having a hard time with the idea, but he seemed more comfortable with it than he had at dinner.
“It was one of our first talk time discussions,” Oliver piped up, starting to fidget. “We shared what we’d been thinking about and what we were frustrated with.”
“I’m going to let you both go to the bathroom, but I expect you back here quickly. Do you understand? No getting distracted, kitten. You have one minute, or it’s baseboards for you later.” Bryce was trying not to grin as he nodded at Troy’s instructions. “Kitten has a tendency to get distracted.”
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