His tears glittered against his skin, and my cock jerked at the sight he made. My tongue flicked out to lick away one of his tears and the saltiness burst on my taste buds. A zap of pleasure shot through me, a flash of need so hot my blood skipped past heated and right to boiling.
There was something magnetic about seeing him cry when we were about to get down and dirty. I should’ve felt bad for making him hurt, and I did on some level. The anger and pain had settled into something more heated, and the tension went from hurt to lust-charged.
“Look at you,” I growled, taking in his shiver as more tears escaped, trailing down flushed skin. “So fucking perfect when you cry.”
KC’s gaze rose to meet mine and he tilted his head toward the bedroom. I winked, and he took it as a sign to kiss Oliver roughly, their lips meeting in a high-intensity dance that was so sexy a shockwave exploded inside me.
Alone, they were enticing. Together, they were the cause for obsession. There was no way I could resist them even if I wanted to—which I fucking did not. I could die, in this very spot, and I’d be the happiest man who ever existed.
“You know, I’m not very happy you didn’t speak up earlier.” I stepped backward toward the bedroom as KC led Oliver in the same direction. He blinked and more tears slid free, streaking his flushed cheeks. My cock twitched again.
“I thought you were torturing me,” he murmured, pouting. “I thought?—”
“Why would we do that?” Itsked.
We reached the bedroom and I opened the door. Inside was warm enough. The heater was running nonstop, but the windows were being battered by snow and wind so hard they rattled. The heat seemed to die the closer you got to them. Thewooshfrom outside sent a horrifying shiver down my spine, reminding me that people would die tonight and how lucky we were to be inside.
Safe and warm.
Together.
“I’m sorry. I thought....” He exhaled a long, deep breath. “You were too gentle and I thought you were fucking with me.”
“We wouldn’t do that without your knowledge.” KC breathed out the words more than said them. His desperation was inked into every syllable that left his pretty pink lips. The confusion over how Oliver could believe we would hurt him edged his tone. It was a reminder that we were all fighting our own battles. Oliver expected to be left out. Forgotten.
I’d failed. I’d fucking failed him because if I hadn’t, he would never have thought we’d do that to him. Never again. I promised myself, and him and KC, I’d never fail them again. From now on, both would be worshiped to the best of my ability. If I felt like changing our dynamic, I’d talk to them first. I refused to let Oliver or KC ever feel this way again.
I strode to the bed, stripping as I went until I was buck naked and my half-hard cock slapped against my thighs as I walked. I sat on the edge of the mattress and spread my legs, grinning. “Both of you, get rid of those clothes. And Kitten, come lie on my lap. If you want pain, I’ll give it to you because you deserve a spanking.”
“Why?” The word came out as a whine and his pupils blew wide. I tracked his movements as he slid off his clothes, and we both stopped to stare at KC doing the same.
How did I manage to get not one, but two hot boyfriends? I had to be the luckiest motherfucker in this country. No one could tell me they had better partners than these two.
“You know why. You should’ve talked to us sooner. We all promised to work on communication.” I patted my thigh. “Now come here and put your hot little ass in the air for me and Kansas.”
Oliver trembled and I didn’t miss the way lust blazed heavy in his eyes. The tips of his fingers danced over his abs and headed south, but one disapproving sound from me and he dropped his hand lightning fast to let it hang at his side. He stepped forward tentatively, long lashes fluttering against his cheek as he smoldered at me from under them.
Molten need fired up the heat in my veins until my fingers went all tingly. Goddamn, I had two very hot boyfriends.
I gave KC a nod and words weren’t needed. KC scooped up Oliver as though he weighed nothing, and Oliver let out an indignant squeal that I was permanently slotting into my long-term memory because, while it wasn’t sexy, there was something invigorating about it. I wanted to unravel Oliver’s control, and I wanted to remember each sound for the rest of my life, even when I was old and gray and on my deathbed.
KC planted Oliver over my lap, face down and ass up, and I laid my arm over his lower back to keep him there. Oliver wriggled, but he made no real attempt to run away. His hard cock nudged my leg, and I used it to fuel hispunishment.
“Do you know your safe word?” I asked. It didn’t matter that he’d used it earlier. I needed to remind him it was there.
“Yeah, I do.” His fingers dug into my thighs, nails biting the skin with a zap of delicious pain.
“Tell me why you’re over my lap, Kitten.” I tickled my fingers across his left cheek as KC went to his knees in front of us. He spat in his palm and reached between my legs, under Oliver, tostroke my cock. I breathed out roughly through my nose as my gaze met his, and he grinned wickedly. This was partly for my pleasure, partly to torture Oliver.
“Because I didn’t tell you how I was feeling,” he whispered with conviction. “I fucked up.”
“No,” KC said before I could speak. “You didn’t fuck up, but you didn’t lean on us when you should’ve.”
Which was a bit hypocritical coming from me and KC. We all had issues talking to each other, and so we needed to get better at it. We were learning as we went. I knew jack shit about being with someone the right way, but I would do what I could to keep these two, even if it meant spilling my figurative guts out in front of them.
“How many smacks do you think he deserves, Kansas?” I spread my legs, giving KC more room to work my shaft. Pleasure coiled low in my balls as his fingers tightened around my length. His fist was solid and strong, and he squeezed me with the perfect amount of pressure to send my endorphins catapulting.
“Five.” KC paused and watched Oliver, who whimpered pleadingly. “Hmm. Ten?” Another whimper earned a laugh from KC. “Twenty. Definitely twenty.”
