Bradley, page 12
part #4 of Romance & Revolutions Series
“My boy needs to come.” Pulsing the cool toy against his entrance, I carefully eased it back as he writhed. “I bet your hole is aching and empty, but your cock has to feel so good wrapped in the silk.”
His groan said we might have different definitions of good.
“Hump the bed, show me how good it feels against your skin.” He wanted to come, and the order was just humiliating enough to push even more of his buttons.
Low whines escaped as his hips started to move. It was pure eroticism. There was just enough pushback to show that the humiliation was getting to him in all the best ways. He wanted to fight against it, but I knew he didn’t want to lose it either.
“That’s my needy boy.” I stroked the ball over his hole as it contracted and relaxed, begging to be entered. “Hump it faster. Show me how much you liked being tied down and flogged. Show me how the pain made my little slut so needy.”
Yes, that hit just the right note.
He gasped and his body bowed as his hips moved even faster. The dual sensations were becoming too much for him. Every time the ball pressed harder against him, he cried out and his rhythm faltered.
“You’re not going to come like that.” I made a low tsking sound like I was disappointed in him. “Am I going to have to jerk you off because you can’t hump the bed good enough?”
He cried out, body shaking and hands scrambling to grab on to anything to keep him anchored to the bed. I pressed against his hole just enough to give him a wonderfully burning stretch. “Show me what a good slutty omega I have. Come.”
It was all too much or maybe it was just too perfect. He went quiet as his body shook, jerking and fighting the orgasm that was flooding through him. When he went still and sank into the bed, I unbuckled his legs and then one of his arms before curling up beside him on the bed.
As I reached for the other restraint, he shook his head, forcing quiet breathy words out. “Not yet.”
Rolling him to his side, I used the cloth to clean him up and wrapped my body around him. I kissed his cheek and smiled as he gave a soft sigh. He was almost asleep and I wasn’t sure there was a solid bone in his entire body.
“Not ready to go yet.” I had a feeling that was more of an internal thought than something he meant to say to me.
Smiling, I hugged him tight. “Sweet boy, I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
If he thought I meant I wanted him to stay the night as he slipped off to sleep, I didn’t correct him. It was too soon for the emotions I was starting to feel for the grumpy omega, but I wasn’t going to question how the smart, sexy man made me feel.
Chapter 13
Bradley
“Stop that, crazy man. If you poke me again, I’m going to toss you out the window.” Shooting daggers at Austin, I held up my drink as a shield.
He didn’t look nearly frightened enough. “I’m just trying to see if falling in love has softened you anywhere.”
I gave up reasoning with the nut and smacked him with one of Wade’s throw pillows.
He’d clearly had one too many drinks because he started laughing and tipped over, landing sprawled out on the couch. Jonah happened to be there to break his fall, but he was three sheets to the wind too, so it didn’t seem to hurt either of them.
Wade shook his head, trying not to smile. He clearly needed another drink. “No one is sober enough to make an ER trip and Silas will not be happy if you get broken.”
Austin smiled, sighing dramatically. “But he’s so sexy when he’s angry.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes, looking over at Wade. “If you ignore him, he might start to behave. We’re not supposed to reward bad behavior in children.”
Austin snorted. “That’s why I want a little, not a real kid. Then I can spoil them.”
Dakota’s head cocked like he was really considering the issue, but his eyes were unfocused enough it gave away how much he’d drunk so far. “I thought he was begging Silas for a puppy?”
I shook my head, grinning. I’d had enough to drink that remembering to be snarky was hard. Simon would’ve loved it. “No, that was the other day; you need to learn to keep up. He wants someone to talk to who can talk back. So he wants to play with them at the club, but he wants a little of his own.”
Dakota groaned. “Who wants to change diapers and get bottles ready in the middle of the night just to have someone to talk to?”
He realized Austin wanted a little, not a baby, right?
Even Wade blinked a few times. “I’m pretty sure they sleep through the night.”
Part of me wanted to poke at it, but I was a bit worried it would end up encouraging Austin. He was finding something about the entire situation too fascinating. I knew his relationship with Silas was built on love and not just a shared kink, but if Silas didn’t find something to distract him with, they were going to end up a threesome.
I took a long sip of my drink. Austin had been playing, so I wasn’t sure what I was drinking, but it was sweet enough that I knew it was strong. As they teased and bickered, I watched Austin and probably had too much of the fruity alcohol.
He finally flopped over on my lap and stared up at me, smiling. “I know I’m sexy, but you can’t scientifically recreate this type of amazing beauty.”
I barked out a laugh, almost spilling the drink all over his head. “What?”
“Why are you staring at me?” He sounded like a teenager who should have added “duh” to the end of the statement.
“I’m trying to decide what kind of parents you and Silas would be if you got a little.” That sounded like he was picking one out at the store. “I mean, if you guys found a third.”
He beamed. “I’d get to spoil them and play with them and tease them. Then Silas could punish us both for getting into trouble. It would be amazing.”
The nut might have an idea there.
“You realize it would be a grown-up person sometimes who had real adult needs too, right?” Might as well get the question out there. “What does Silas think?”
He sighed. “That we don’t have enough time for that kind of commitment but that we can find some littles to play with if there are any single ones who are open to it.”
Interesting.
Wade thought so too. “So you guys are going to play with other people at the club?”
Austin sat up, frowning. “Aren’t you guys?”
He glanced between Jonah, Tanner, and me, clearly thinking we were insane not to be considering the option. I thought it was odd I was being thrown in with the seriously attached guys, but since pointing that out would draw more questions, I ignored it.
Tanner broke first. “We haven’t really gone into detail about that. He’s still processing having scenes in front of other people.”
Austin sighed again and gave Jonah a pointed look.
Jonah shrugged. “Well, last week was the first time they asked me about that kind of thing.”
Looking between Austin and me, he gave a dirty grin. “Your show had both of them asking some interesting questions.”
Still smiling, he sighed. “Russ’s issues with the club have now taken a new turn, so thanks for that.”
Laughing, Austin beamed. “You’re welcome. That was so hot. We haven’t had that much fun in years.”
I rolled my eyes. “Because we realized that it was more fun with a Dom and a knot.”
Giggling, he flopped back down on my lap. “Silas thought we were so hot. He fucked me for what seemed like hours when we got home.”
That was not surprising…but we couldn’t take all the credit for that one.
I glanced between Wade and Dakota. “I don’t think it was just us who got everyone worked up.”
Dakota just rolled his eyes like it was nothing, but Wade blushed and took another sip of his drink before he spoke. “Simon thought we were hot?”
Austin snorted. “Every alpha there just about blew their loads watching you two.”
Smacking him, I frowned. “Don’t be vulgar.”
Snickering, he blew me a kiss. “That wasn’t what you were saying at the pool party.”
“Asshole.”
Focusing back on Wade, I nodded. “Yes, Simon was not afraid to say how sexy he found you two.”
Still blushing, Wade giggled. “He’s nothing like I expected.”
Me neither.
“He’s…interesting.” If I expected to be able to get away with just that comment, I was clearly delusional.
Austin poked me. “More. More. How interesting? He’s really had a lot of BDSM relationships?”
I probably could’ve ignored the drama queen, but when everyone else started chiming in, there was no way around it. “Yes, from what he said, he’s had relationships like that since college, just nothing lately.”
A round of dirty sighs and giggles had me rolling my eyes. “He’s also got a great job and he’s got a good head on his shoulders. Those are important traits too.”
Every eye in the room rolled and they scoffed in unison.
It was impressive.
Wade took point. “He’s hot. He’s an experienced Dom who’s looking for a sub and he likes playing in public. He can’t get any better without being fictional.”
“And he’s got a tattoo on his dick.” Austin sighed. “That’s the dirtiest, most perfect thing ever.”
I snorted out a laugh. “Silas won’t get one, huh?”
Austin pouted up at me. “No, he said I was insane.”
It was probably the alcohol talking, because fuck knew what Austin had put in that drink, but I grinned. “It’s really hot.”
Giggles swept through the room, but it was Dakota who leaned forward curiously. “But it’s a real tattoo…like, he let someone stick a needle in his junk? When he was hard? He had to be hard to make the tattoo look right. How was he hard?”
I had a feeling that his questions would just keep going if I didn’t jump in.
And I couldn’t help but think that his questions had less to do with reality and more to do with the fictional people that seemed to inhabit his head. No matter how many times he’d protested and said he didn’t write erotica or romance books, I was starting to question his sincerity.
And his sanity.
“Did they have to use a cock ring to keep him hard? Was he strapped down?” More questions seemed ready to tumble out of him, but I interrupted, not wanting to know what was going through his head.
“It wasn’t some kind of strange science experiment.” Fuck, he was weird. “I didn’t ask details, but from everything he said, the pain turns him on so it probably wasn’t an issue.”
Austin squealed. “Oh, do you think he came while they were tattooing him?”
For fuck’s sake.
Probably.
“I’m not sure asking him that is appropriate or reasonable.” I pointed around the room. “And don’t ask. He’s going to think you guys think he’s weird.”
“Only in the best possible way.” Austin shivered like he was barely holding back an orgasm. “Can’t you just picture it?”
Every head in the room nodded.
Sighing, I let my head flop back against the couch. “Just don’t make him feel like a freak.”
I’d already made him think I was insane. He didn’t need to question the sanity of the rest of the guys.
“What happened?” Tanner’s tone was careful, but I could feel the worry in his voice.
“Nothing. I just came off looking like a moron.” There was no point in hiding it. They knew everything about me already.
“Was it the pain thing?” Wade’s quiet question had me shaking my head.
“Not exactly.” I lifted my head, trying not to look overly dramatic. “We were talking about the fact that he likes pain. I had questions about how he satisfied those needs and if it was a submissive thing.”
Wade nodded. “Reasonable questions.”
I shrugged. “Yeah, it felt okay as we were talking. He didn’t mind. He was really open about how it’s not submissive for him. It’s more about the release and the endorphins, I guess. Well, my next question was something about how that was going to change now that we’re…seeing each other.”
Giggles and snickers rolled through the room. “Stop it.”
Ignoring them, I continued. “He offered to let me be the one to explore that with him if I wasn’t willing to let someone else do it.” The room got quiet. “He was trying to find a way to make it something we did together instead of him going to someone else, but—”
Austin cut off my slightly rambling explanation when he sat up and hugged me tight. “We’ll help. You don’t have to do that.”
Soft murmurs of agreement went through the room. Their pity ate at me, so I forced out a chuckle. “You just want a chance to play with a flogger or paddle on someone again.”
He giggled, releasing me enough to give me a smacky kiss. As I groaned, he stretched back out. “That would be wonderful. I’m going to have the best fantasies for weeks just on that image alone.”
He was insane.
“I didn’t say I was going to let you hit…him.” I snorted when Austin giggled.
“That’s not what you wanted to say.” He grinned and squirmed, nearly knocking over Jonah’s drink. “You don’t want to let me hit your alpha…Master…oh, there are so many sexy things you could call him.”
I hated it when he was right.
“I don’t even know where our relationship is going. Don’t be silly.”
He laughed. “I’m not silly. I’m dramatic and perfect.”
Rolling my eyes, I snorted. “If you think I’m going to agree with that, you’ve got a screw loose.”
“Don’t get us distracted.” Dakota was still watching me like I was a curious bug. “He really stayed hard?”
“Obsessive much?” Ignoring him, I focused back on the rest of the guys.
“Do you think I should have said I’d do it?” I swallowed and forced my tone to stay relaxed. “I just don’t think—”
Austin’s smile faded as he reached up and forced my gaze back on him. “No one expects you to want to do that. He won’t either once he gets it. You didn’t seem jealous or worried the other day. We’ll figure something out.”
Swallowing, I nodded and took a second to get my thoughts in order. “The idea of him wanting the pain didn’t bother me.”
Austin’s smile seemed a bit forced. “Then we’ll figure out a way to get him the sexy spanking he wants and you can watch or tease him somehow.” Then his wicked grin was back. “And if I need to take one for the team and ask Silas to spank him while I watch then I’ll do that for you.”
Laughter bounced around the room as the tension finally broke. “Thanks, asshole.”
He gave me a beaming grin. “You’re welcome. I’m the best friend you could ever have.”
They were all too drunk for me to agree with that.
When Wade was on the verge of losing several of his throw pillows to random violence, he called a halt, claiming we needed refills of the fruity concoction.
That turned out to be a wonderfully terrible idea.
The damned stuff just went down too easily. Soon I couldn’t remember why I’d been so stressed earlier and even Dakota’s incessant questions about Simon’s dick weren’t driving me crazy.
“No, I’m serious. It’s an inked-on tattoo.” I sighed for what felt like the thousandth time. “Ask the drama queen if you don’t believe me. He saw it.”
Austin was now prancing around somewhat unsteadily in some fancy dress he seemed to pull from nowhere. But it was better than the nearly thirty minutes he’d wandered around naked trying to decide if he was going to put clothes on at all.
I wasn’t sure if we were going back to his nudist phase or not, but the dress was easier to ignore than his erection.
Austin snorted, shaking his head just enough to make him look like he was going to tip over. At the last second, he caught himself and straightened on the ridiculously high shoes. “No, I can’t be sure. You wouldn’t let me touch it. We only have your word.”
“Fuck it. You all saw it.” Growling, I sat up to give them a piece of my mind but instantly regretted it. Leaning back, I tried to force the room to stop spinning. “This is ridicule…ridiculous.”
That word shouldn’t have been so hard to pronounce.
I was not that drunk.
Was I?
Wade’s giggle from the other side of the room said at the very least he was that drunk. “You know there’s only one way to really settle this one way or the other.”
“We already did.” Rolling my eyes was a lot easier than shaking my head, but they felt kind of like dice rolling around in my skull. “I said so. He said so.”
I was pretty sure he’d said so.
Austin giggled. “That’s not enough. We’re going to need proof he can stay hard through that much pain.”
“Huh?” I’d lost complete track of the conversation. “No more dick tattoos. You guys would pick something weird and he’d end up with some kind of monster mouth at the end of his dick. I’m not letting him fuck me with something like that.”
I felt Jonah shiver beside me, so I forced my head to turn his direction. His eyes were wide as saucers. “They could put a monster head on the end of his dick?”
I had a feeling I knew the direction his nightmares would take the next time he fell asleep.
Sitting up, I ignored the way the room spun and tried to make everything still enough to shoot daggers at Austin, but he kept spinning…or maybe it was the room.
“Stand still long enough for me to throw something else at you, damn it.” I waved one of the pillows in his direction. “You’re giving Jonah nightmares.”
And possibly me too.
Letting the pillow go flying, somehow it ended up hitting Dakota in the head even though I’d thought he was on the other side of the room. “Damn it. Stop moving.”
Sputtering, Dakota threw the pillow back at me but somehow hit Jonah who was still sitting there wide-eyed. “Hey!”
At least he wasn’t scared of monster dicks anymore.
