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Part of me wanted to laugh as he blinked and seemed to notice the stairs for the first time, but I also got a thrill over how distracted and turned on he was.
“Upstairs. Yes.” Ian blinked a few more times before glancing at both of us and slowly turning to walk up the stairs.
Even he realized how lost he’d been because he held on to the railing with a death grip and took every step at a measured pace like he was having to remind his legs what to do every time. I was desperate to know what he was thinking, but even I knew pointing out how curiously he was acting wasn’t a good idea.
We’d do that another time over a glass of something fun that would make him giggly.
“Good boy.” When he finally made it to the top with Cohen and me following, we both wrapped him in our arms as Cohen praised him.
Ian leaned into us, closing his eyes and just seeming to soak up our touch as we ran our hands over him. When he nuzzled against my chest and made a soft, needy sound, I flashed back to the way he’d hungrily watched my muscles and I knew what I wanted our next scene to be.
“Come on, good boy. It’s time to get you ready so your Daddy can see how sexy you look.” Cohen’s gaze was filled with just as much desire as Ian’s, and I knew they were both desperate for the scene. “He’s going to love seeing you naked and restrained and helpless for us.”
Oh yes, I was.
“But first I’m going to get you naked.” Running my hands down his sides, I tugged at the hem of his shirt. “You’re going to look so sexy, cutie.”
His mind was working just enough for his worries to start sneaking back in, so I nodded to Cohen, who brought Ian’s hands around his back again. When our boy was trapped, it was my turn to play with his chest and caress his tight body under his shirt.
This time when I pinched his nipples there was no cotton protecting them, so he got the full shot of pain and pleasure. Tugging on the tips pulled a needy moan from him and all he could do was arch up to beg for more.
I inched up his shirt, slowly baring his body until he could see my fingers teasing at his nipples. “I can’t wait to see how sexy your nipples are going to look when I get done playing with them.”
Illustrating how much fun we were going to have, I pinched them again and smiled, doing my best to imitate Cohen’s kindergarten grin. He shivered and leaned into Cohen’s hold as he sucked in a breath. “Daddy…”
“That’s my good boy. Let me hear how much you like Daddy playing with your sexy nubs.” Flicking my fingers over the erect buds, I got a rush of pleasure as he whined and nodded.
“I…Thank you, Daddy.” His breathy reply had my dick getting even harder and impatience was pushing at the back of my mind.
“Such a good boy.” The reward for both of us, me for taking my time and him for being so sexy, was for Cohen to release his hands so I could strip off his shirt.
Ian barely managed to hold back a frustrated whine—he liked being restrained—but I distracted him with a long, heated kiss as Cohen stepped away. When our boy was breathless and cuddled against me, I kissed along his jaw as I released his pants.
His sexy whimper filled the room as his pants joined his shirt on the floor. “Daddy…”
I wasn’t sure what he was whining for, but the way his cock was straining against the fabric of the tight briefs he was wearing said it was probably naughty. But, of course, I had to take my time and give Cohen the chance to finish getting everything ready.
Running my hand between us, I palmed the front of his briefs, squeezing his hard cock as he rocked against my hand. “That’s right, cutie. Show Daddy how needy you are.”
I had no intention of letting him come any time soon, but seeing him chase the pleasure he knew would come eventually was incredible.
But seeing the look on his face as we restrained him would be even better, so I shifted my hand and tugged at the waistband of his briefs before slowly inching them down. As they fell to the floor and his hard cock reached for me, I gave it one long stroke before stepping back.
We were ready.
And so was Cohen.
I couldn’t wait.
Chapter 16
Ian
There were candles.
How had I missed the candles?
Oh, better question, how had I missed the restraints hanging from the ceiling?
The more my brain cleared, the more I wish it hadn’t…feeling was much better than thinking.
