Page 90 of All Tied Up

Jamie knew just what that felt like, that overwhelming, freeing feeling of being completely owned while Daddy did just what he liked with him. Watching Neil experience that was beyond sexy. So Jamie was happy to play the voyeur and assistant in their little scene, not expecting it to go anywhere else.

Now he was looking forward to a good hard fuck from his Daddy, whose fingernails were dragging down Jamie’s thighs. Daddy’s hands withdrew for a moment as he wrestled with his zipper. God, yes, did Jamie want that right now. To be owned and used and cherished because another sub had turned Daddy on so much that he couldn’t wait another second.

What was making Jamie draw in shaky breaths was the expression on Neil’s face, like Jamie was the most delicious thing he’d ever seen. His eyes, with their gentle crows feet, were still dreamy from his recent orgasm. His cheeks glowed pink, in perfect contrast to his auburn beard. He looked cuddly and aroused. And he was touching Jamie like he just couldn’t get enough of him.

That wasn’t usually the way it was with their hook-ups. Usually, it was Jamie and another sub putting on a show for Daddy. They might get into trouble under Daddy’s smoldering gaze, or kneel at Daddy’s feet together eagerly awaiting his next command.

Jamie was the one who most wanted to play with other subs, but he knew that the playmates were mostly there for Daddy. Which obviously made sense—Jamie understood perfectly that heady thrill of Daddy’s stern voice and the sharp smacks of his hand.

With Neil, it felt different.

Neil leaned over Jamie, tangling their tongues sweetly together while the weight of his chest pinned Jamie to the pile of laundry below. Between that and Daddy’s fingers digging into his thighs, it left Jamie feeling exquisitely trapped. And he needed that tether because the gentle touch of Neil’s tongue was leaving him floaty and needy for more.

“Touch his nipples, boy.” Daddy’s voice was husky and deep. He pulled down Jamie’s panties with one rough jerk.

Neil pulled back, his touch soft and his face reverent. He ran feather-soft hands up Jamie’s sides and then circled his nipples, watching Jamie’s face carefully to catalogue every expression.

It was intense watching Neil watching him back so carefully. It was like Jamie was something to be revered. Jamie couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Pinch him,” Daddy commanded.

Lightning shot through Jamie’s body as Neil took both pebbled nipples in his fingers and pinched them hard. Jamie arched back into the laundry pile.

“You’re beautiful,” Neil breathed. His eyes drifted down Jamie’s torso, his skirt and shirt both pushed upward, leaving him looking wanton and exposed. “I still can’t believe I get to touch you.”

Jamie sure hoped Neil didn’t expect a response, because he was feeling a little overwhelmed.

It was almost out of sync with the scene, or at least that was what Jamie told himself. He was lying on a pile of dirty laundry having rough and dirty sex, so it couldn’t be possible that Neil was having some sort of religious experience just focusing on Jamie’s body and his pleasure.

Yet Jamie couldn’t help watching Neil. Couldn’t help thinking about how handsome he was with the fine lines around his eyes that only highlighted his sincerity. How large and strong he was, and yet how gently he touched Jamie’s skin.

The thought flitted away when Neil pinched his nipples again just as Daddy’s first warm finger circled his entrance and pressed inside.

Fuck. That was magical. The sharp bite of pain. That feeling of being invaded and opened up for his Daddy.

“Can I lick his nipples, Sir?” Neil’s needy question was directed at Daddy, but all of his attention was on Jamie.

Just hearing the question drove Jamie higher. When Neil was submissive, it pushed his own submission further. Jamie’s body and pleasure belonged to Daddy, and Neil was begging to be his tool to supply it.

“Go ahead, boy. You can use your teeth.”

Neil’s lips grazed Jamie’s chest just as Daddy pressed in another finger. Fuck. It was too fast, his distracted body burning around the intrusion, which just made it more perfect. Jamie screamed.

“Three fingers in his mouth,” Daddy grunted.

That was his favorite way to keep Jamie quiet, and Jamie loved it. That feeling of having his mouth and ass stuffed too full, of pleasing Neil with his tongue while Daddy commanded Neil to give Jamie more of what he needed.

After that, it was all a haze of Neil’s soothing tongue and sharp teeth. Daddy thrusting in a third finger and jerking his hips into position. Neil’s soft moans as Jamie laved his fingers with his tongue.

“Help me with this, baby boy,” Daddy urged Neil. And somehow the two of them were sliding a condom down Jamie’s shaft. It was overwhelming and glorious, having so many hands on him and in him that he didn’t know whose were whose anymore.

Daddy’s fingers slipped out of Jamie’s hole, but before he could even whine at the loss, they were replaced immediately with his hard cock, driving itself home. Jamie was so full of Daddy, so enveloped by two bodies around him.

Jamie couldn’t help but scream again, the sound muffled by Neil’s fingers. Yes. More of this. More of everything. More of that rough, rapid rhythm that sent pleasure racing through Jamie’s body with every push. More of his mouth stretched open too wide, almost gagging on Neil’s thrusting fingers.

Daddy jerked Jamie’s cock. “Suck this for me, baby boy.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Neil sounded like he was almost crying in gratitude. He didn’t hesitate to pull Jamie’s full length into his warm, wet mouth. And damn, he was hungry for it, grunting and sucking, running his tongue around the crown and then taking Jamie deep again.