Brooks’s laugh was a little watery as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand before he held out his left arm. “Put it on me?”
Wes took the bracelet and hooked it around his wrist. It fit perfectly. It had a good weight to it, so he’d never forget it was there. I’d known that would be important to him.
Brooks cupped his hand around it as he tried to get his emotions in check, and I took that time to deal with mine too. I hadn’t expected today to be so heavy.
There was a drastic shift in the atmosphere as all the feelings shit began to settle. It was electric, all heated gazes and heavy breaths and waiting for someone to make that first move.
Luca brought Brooks’s attention back to him, and everyone else fell silent, waiting to see what was next.
His fingers curled into Brooks’s hair, tilting his head up and holding it in place. “Are you ready to play, birthday boy?”
More tears trailed down Brooks’s cheeks, but no one bothered to wipe them. I was pretty sure Luc and Mav got off on the tears, and besides, it wasn’t like there wouldn’t be more coming later.
Brooks tried to nod but couldn’t with Luca’s hold on him. He licked his lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Go lie on the bed, head down, ass up. We need to prepare you.”
A shiver ran through Brooks before he replied, “Y-yes, Sir.”
Large, callused fingers threaded through mine, and I smiled up at Wes.
“Do you want to sit?” He gestured to our corner, where I often stayed during scenes. Normally, it would be an easy yes, but today felt different, though I wasn’t sure why. I wasn’t turned on. I just felt . . . safe. The word didn’t totally fit, but I didn’t know what else to call it. The desire to stay completely detached from the scene wasn’t there.
“No, Daddy.” The words slipped out so easily that even Wes’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “I want to stay closer.”
Wes pulled me into his side, and I went willingly. “Sounds good, angel. You tell me if that changes.”
“I will.”
We walked over to the bed that had been set up with waterproof sheets. Maverick was walking around the frame, pulling out the four-point restraints that were attached to the corners. Luca went to the table that had two full bottles of lube, plus an array of toys already lined up. He stroked Brooks’s bare back, his hand leaving goose bumps in its wake. He trailed it back down to his bare ass that was pointed up while his face was smooshed into the mattress. Reaching the solid plug that was nestled between his cheeks, he tapped it, eliciting a moan from Brooks.
“Skye did such a good job opening you up, but it won’t be enough. Do you know why?”
Brooks turned his head so he was looking at his Dom. Even in the dim light, his blue eyes shone with so much emotion, though they were slightly glassy now. “No, Sir.”
Maverick had finished with the restraints and knelt so he was face-to-face with Brooks. “Because before we’re done with you today, I’ll have my fist inside you, turning you into my little puppet.”
Well, fuck. My dick twitched at that, and I quickly freed it from my pants, though I would keep them on for now. I rarely got fully naked, and, thankfully, no one made a big deal about it. I gripped my cock roughly, reminding myself that I had control.
“Unless you safeword, of course,” my overprotective Daddy inserted, causing us all to laugh. Except Brooks. His eyes were so wide, I thought they’d pop out of his head. He and Maverick were the only ones in the world in that moment; it was like the rest of us had faded away. We were all their captive audience asthey had an unspoken conversation. Finally, Brooks smiled, all soft and submissive. “Please, Sir, I want to be your puppet.”
“Fucking A, sunshine, don’t say shit like that. I might spontaneously combust.”
“Good thing you’re up first then, toy,” Luca said to Skye while twisting the plug inside Brooks. “Strip and fill the boy up. First, we’re going to stretch you out on our cocks, trouble, and then, when you’re all loose and gaping and dripping wet, we’ll see if you can take Maverick’s giant fucking hand.”
It wasn’t lost on any of us that Maverick was the biggest out of us. I might’ve been scared if I didn’t know how much preparation had gone into this. Brooks and Mav had had multiple discussions about taking his fist in the past, and they had been slowly working their way up to it. It was fitting that today would be when they made it happen.
“Fuck, yes, Boss.” Skye grinned. He made quick work of getting his boots off and then moved to the pants. “Thank fuck these have a zipper.” He reached behind him and then started to shimmy out of the skin-tight leather. In an impressively fast time, he was naked and crawling onto the bed, covering Brooks with his body. His teeth latched into my brother’s neck, sucking a bruise onto his skin right above his collar. His hips moved up and down, dragging his hard cock over Brooks’s still plugged hole.
I groaned despite myself, and before I could think much about it, I was spitting into my hand and then rubbing my cock in long, slow strokes. Wes’s heated gaze landed on me. He had also opened his pants, freeing his sizable erection. At this point, only Mav and Luca were still completely done up, though I doubted it would last long.
“Do you like what you see, angel?” All I could do was nod, my eyes fixated on Skye as he began to pull the plug out of Brooks at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Brooks panted. He was trying to keep his hips still, but he was failing miserably as he tried to chase friction for his erection that had to be painful. He was white-knuckling the sheets, his arms shaking from the tight hold.
Skye slapped his ass, hard. “None of that now.” He pushed the plug back in and Brooks keened.
“Skye! Please, please, please. It’s sooo much.”
