“Needy. Gorgeous. Seen.”
“Good. That’s what I want for you. I want you to feel safe enough with me to be who you are and not who you’re expected to be by yourself or by others. Is that something you want, or are you still struggling with it?”
He whimpered, and his chin trembled. I got to my feet, pulling him against me. “Tell me what’s wrong?”
He shook his head. This was not the time for this conversation, but the gravity of whatever had passed between Declan and his buddies moving around had helped lift the drunken fog that was threatening.
“Declan, you need to talk to me. I need to hear the truth. I don’t want to push you too hard or do something you’re uncomfortable with.”
“I struggle with how you make me feel, but I want to feel it,” he whispered. “I want to be with you. I want to be what you want and need.”
“Are you sure you’re okay giving up control to me, even if you’re the one doing the fucking?”
30
DECLAN
That was the conundrum. Wasn’t it? If I could be okay with being more submissive to him when we were together. Thinking back to our conversation earlier, I remembered what I said about sharing someone with him.
“Would you ever be down for adding a third? Someone to balance out the relationship?” I asked with my heart in my throat.
“You were being serious earlier about us sharing someone we could both boss around?”
I nodded, licking my lips before they rolled into my mouth in anticipation.
“It’s an idea. A hot as fuck idea.”
The way he lengthened against my stomach told me he wasn’t adverse about the idea. The roll of his hips confirmed it. He kissed me, delving into my mouth as he clutched me to him. One arm circled my waist as the other gripped my ass, holding me in place while he rutted against me.
The fabric of his shorts rubbed my sensitive skin, creating a delicious burn. My stomach clenched with need, but the thought of sandwiching a sub between us wouldn’t leave me be.
“How would it work?”
He groaned. “You really want to talk about this now?”
“I want to know what you think. Imagine it. The two of us, and a sub in bed together. Are you bossing us both around, telling me what to do while I do the same to them, or are we tag teaming them?”
“All of the above.”
The gravelly tone of his voice as he sucked at the flesh of my neck sent sparks through me. My head dropped back on my shoulders, and my hands fell to his waist, opening his pants.
“Umm, a guy or a girl?”
“Does it matter?”
“Not to me,” I whimper as he slips his fingers between my ass cheeks.
“Have you been wearing this all day?” he asked, teasing the puckered skin around the plug I wore, driving me bonkers.
“Please, Papi.”
“Answer me, carinõ. How long have you been walking around with this plug in?”
“This morning. I put it in before I left to meet you.”
“So fucking hot. Had I known you’d prepared yourself to take me, I would have insisted we fall back to my place to play.”
He toyed with the plug, tugging and twisting it. It brushed over my prostate, but it was too fast and too light of a touch. I needed more.
