There’s an idea…
“There’s not going to be an arrangement,” Shay muttered. “But if you’d let me get off soon, I’d appreciate it.”
River lifted a brow. “I wasn’t talking to you, come dumpster.”
Shay bit his lip and rose up on his knees, watching us as we switched places. Only, I wanted us all lying down, with our boy in the middle. While River discarded his condom and crawled up the bed, I rolled one on and positioned myself on my side.
“Clean the come off it.” River gripped the headboard with one hand and Shay’s hair with the other.
No smartass response from Shay after the come dumpster remark. It made me want to test the waters with degradation, and there was no one better than River.
Shay obeyed and sucked Riv’s cock into his mouth. In the meantime, I wrestled his body into position in front of me and then wrapped my fingers around his cock. The boy was definitely hurting for a climax. I stroked him gently, too carefully to amp up his frustrations. Whenever he tried to thrust into my hand, I loosened my hold until he was whining around River.
Precious.
River was satisfied after a minute or so, and by then, I’d let go of Shay’s cock to see if I needed lube. Three fingers right up his ass, eliciting a delightful little yelp, told me there was plenty of lube left from before.
“Do you never warn people?” Shay grated.
“Of course we do.” I shifted a little closer and pressed the head of my cock against his asshole. “But you’re not people.” Then I hitched an arm under his knee and entered him in one smooth motion. Sweet Jesus. I sank my teeth into his shoulder and let the pleasure course through me, eyes closed, and suddenly unable to think about anything other than River’s suggestion about building an arrangement out of this. Hell, we three together would be explosive and addictive.
“Fuck, Reese,” Shay exhaled. “More…”
I hummed and kissed my way up his neck. “I’ll let you come tonight if you call me Daddy.”
“But you’re not my Daddy!” he protested. “And I’m not a Little.”
“Those are the terms.” I withdrew from him and pushed in again, setting an unhurried pace with deep thrusts that made his breath hitch.
I could still admire some of my friends who identified as Daddy Doms and found the title sacred. It was different for me. Titles were what we made them, whether it was age play or the lifestyle of DD/lb. With or without regression, with or without commitment. As long as it felt right, in one way or another. That said, it was rare that it felt right for casual encounters.
It felt right with Shay. It felt right to push him into the mind-set he’d had for most of his stay with us. First as a sick little tyke, then as a cuddly boy in recovery. I wanted him raw and open, and I’d seen enough glimpses to know there was a lot to explore with him. Things he didn’t know himself.
River scooted closer and gripped Shay’s chin, locking eyes with him. The sweet kiss he gave Shay was a stark contrast to the steeliness in his gaze. I knew that look well. It put the fear of God into stubborn little boys who clung to control.
“I wish you’d stop overanalyzing everything and just go with what we tell you,” River murmured into the kiss. “You’re clearly incapable of taking care of yourself. Perhaps you’re too stupid.”
All right then, he was going pedal to the metal on degradation.
Shay choked on a breath, and I lifted up to support myself on my elbow in an attempt to catch his reaction. At the same time, I drove in deep and watched the pain, the pleasure, and the trance flit across his face. He didn’t look away from River; maybe he couldn’t.
“What color are you, boy?” River asked.
It took a moment for Shay to answer. Then he shook his head quickly, as if remembering himself, and said, “Green.”
It was irritating to be so careful. I was sure River felt the same.
“You don’t have to ask all the time,” Shay said, his breathing strained.
“Yes, we do.” I took over for a beat, because it had to be said. And I grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look back at me. “If you could be trusted worth a damn, we would suspend you in a state of delirium more intoxicating than drugs. A state you have only dreamed of.” Getting more ticked off for every word that left me, I picked up the pace and fucked him harder, faster, and without restraint. “Don’t you fucking get it, Shay? You want what we can give you, but as long as you refuse to put all your cards on the table, we can’t go all the way.”
He gnashed his teeth and shut his eyes again, and he breathed through the pain I gave him with each brutal thrust.
And that was the problem.
“If we showed you what we’re capable of to the fullest extent,” I bit out, “you wouldn’t be struggling to maintain some stupid fucking composure right now.”
“Composure would be the last thing on your mind.” River ducked in and nipped at Shay’s jaw. “We’d have you sobbing, gasping, torn between blowing your load and screaming in agony, and so free of filters and defenses, you’d feel like you’re flying.”
“Let’s give him a taste.” I grunted as I pulled out and got up on my knees. “Up you go, pet. I want you on your knees like this, your back to my front, and you’ll only have a single rule to follow.” I waited until he was scrambling into position. Eagerness lacing his movements, wariness simmering in his eyes. A lovely combination. “Whatever River and I do to you, you do not stop fucking yourself on
