Page 35 of Stetson

“Have a thing for lace, Stetson?” I taunted. My arms crossed over my chest. The boy’s cock visibly throbbed, milking another drop of precome into his underwear. He leaked like a faucet, and it was fucking hot.

Stetson, however, had his gaze locked onto the panties. He nodded slowly, swallowing hard.

Levi’s next move hadmeshuffling on the spot. He draped the fabric over his hand, brushing the soft material against Stetson’s cheek. His eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned into the sensation. “I don’t want to ruin them,” he whispered. “I’m going to blow the second you touch me.”

“Oh, baby boy,” Levi cooed, kicking even my heart into gear. “That’s the point.”

Levi brought the panties to Stetson’s mouth, nudging until he took them between his teeth. A muffled groan sounded around the silk and lace, Levi’s fingers teasing behind Stetson’s boxer briefs. I coughed around the urge to groan. I’d always gotten off on watching Levi with his boys, but this experience was something else.

Exposed to the cold air, Stetson took in a sharp breath, but the hot blood coursing through his veins and feeding his erection quickly warmed him. Levi worked the fabric down his hips, knocking it to the ground where Stetson kicked it away.

“Good boy,” Levi praised, taking the panties once more “Tonight, Iwantyou to ruin these for me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, fuck,” Stetson cursed.

Then he handed them to me. “Put them on him so I can watch?”

“Happily.”

Levi cleared a spot and sat on the bed, leaning back on his hands. I guided Stetson backward a couple steps by a hand on his chest. The boy’s gaze darted from me to Levi, unsure of where he should be looking. “Close your eyes, baby,” Levi instructed him. As much as we loved those beautiful blues, we needed him grounded.

I knelt before him, guiding him through the leg holes. With both feet planted firmly on the ground, I slid the silky fabric up his calves and his thighs. Stetson shivered, widening his legs to allow me to situate the lace perfectly over his ass. With a few adjustments to make sure his cock was nestled perfectly, I sat back to admire my handiwork.

And it wasbreathtaking.

Stetson strained the material, precome instantly darkening the silk. Under the attention, his cock pulsed. He clenched and unclenched his fists by his sides, desperate to touchsomething.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Levi told him, and he did.

Stetson had no problem being the center of attention. But standing there, hard as a rail and wearing nothing more than a pair of lace panties, he seemed… nervous. Or he was so close to orgasm that a strong enough wind would send him over the edge. I smiled over my shoulder. “Are we ready?”

With proud eyes, Levi rose from the bed. “We’re ready.”

Stetson whined again. Levi stepped up to him and put his hands on his shoulders, stroking down his biceps and back up again. “All right, little one. Relax now.” With a deep breath, Levi’s hands returned to Stetson’s sides and some of the tension left his body. “There’s a chair behind you. I want you to take a couple steps back until you can sit down. Can you do that for me?”

Stetson backed up to the edge of the chair and dropped into the seat.

“Do you trust us?” I asked.

An instant bob of Stetson’s head. “Both of you.”

“Remind me of your colors, baby.” Like clockwork, he recited the three colors back to us. Levi and I shared a look. It went without saying that the safewords applied to me too. Any one of us could back out at any time and each person needed to know that. “Good. Keep your eyes shut for me.”

18

STETSON

Every musclein my body quivered from the effort of holding myself back. I thought I’d lose it the moment those panties slid up my legs. I shifted in the chair, and came dangerously close again. My dick was cradled by a pocket of silk so soft, I didn’t know if I wanted to come or cry from the overstimulation. The lace, just as smooth, kissed my skin with each movement.

I was in so much trouble.

Even more so when leather straps touched my thighs. I gasped, instinctively flinching. Levi was quick to soothe me, combing his fingers through my hair. “You okay?”

My eyes were still shut. Levi’s voice came from my left side, and I knew Barrett was kneeling by my right. He hadn’t moved since dressing me. “Fine,” I said, breathless. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

A pair of lips brushed my forehead, chased by a scent of Levi’s cologne. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I should have asked. Are you okay with being restrained?”

Another emphatic nod. Those two men could rip me apart and I’d thank them for it.

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