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Levi sat, and Barrett moved in close behind him. With a pleased hum, Levi let his head fall back against Barrett’s chest. Barrett ran his palms over Levi’s biceps, smoothing over the front of his chest and combing through that hair I wanted to bury my face in. He paused, rolling Levi’s nipples between his fingers. The resulting moan buzzed through my veins and sent a surge of blood to my cock. I forced myself to look down. The evidence of my first orgasm was quickly drying on the silk, but precome rivaled it and created a puddle behind the fabric. Determined, I bit my lip and refocused on my men.

Levi watched me. He pressed a button, switching the toy to a pulsing rhythm, and I gritted my teeth. Levi leaned further into Barrett’s arms, and tattooed hands continued their path down his stomach, stopping on his belt. It fell open expertly, as did the button and zipper on his jeans. Levi lifted his hips and let Barrett push the fabric off. Levi helped the process, tossing his clothes aside. I didn’t see where they went. I didn’tcare.My Daddy was naked in front of me, and that was a sight I wasn’t going to miss for the world.

Another button pressed, and the vibrations heightened. My eyes rolled back in my head, but I forced my gaze forward. I wasnotmissing this.

Metal clinked behind him, and the next thing I knew, Barrett was naked in all his tattooed glory. I focused on my breathing, fighting the urge to buck against the vibrator again. It droned on, buzzing torturously and combating the sound of my pulse in my ears. Levi backed onto the bed, situating himself on his knees and reaching back to hold Barrett close. Barret mouthed over the side of his neck, peppering kisses to the skin that Levi leaned into. Slowly, an inked-up arm crept around Levi’s chest and skated down to the erection protruding from his thighs. My hips wiggled of their own accord.Iwanted to know what that hand felt like.

Levi upped the vibrations, and I squeezed my eyes shut. The threat of a second orgasm crept in, and I willed it away. No, not yet. Judging by the intensity of the fire coursing through my veins, another orgasm would likely kill me.

Barrett met my eyes over Levi’s shoulder and flashed me a sinister grin. His free hand laced through Levi’s hair and clenched. Levi hissed, wincing against the pain. But the drop of precome that dripped from his cock said that he loved it. Using that grip, Barrett gave Levi a gentle push until he braced himself on all fours. He lowered onto his forearms, presenting his gorgeous ass to Barrett. I whined, thrashing against my restraints again. I wanted to be over there.Fuck,I wanted to come again.

My dick jumped at the opportunity. I gritted my teeth, but a pathetic noise pushed through anyway.

“Ready to come again for me, baby?”

At the breathy tone in Levi’s voice, I pried my eyes open.

Oh, shit…

Levi’s thighs were spread wide. One of Barrett’s hands flattened on Levi’s lower back.Fuck me. The other disappeared between Levi’s cheeks and based on the obscene squelching noise—and the way Levi’s eyelids fluttered—Barrett was at least two fingers deep. My hips rocked of their own accord, my body no longer mine to control.

Everything I had belonged to the two men in front of me.

Sparks danced in my vision, and a second orgasm ripped through me. I fought it tooth and nail, but that damned vibrator sped up even more. My hips hitched, my pace falling uneven. Come spurted through the material once more, drenching the toy and dribbling down my thigh. In anticipation of the uncomfortable sensation, I gritted my teeth, biting my tongue to keep myself from begging.

But it didn’t last long.

“Oh, fuck! Please, Daddy!” I shouted, no longer caring if anyone on the floor below heard. “Turn it off. Please turn it off.”

He didn’t. Levi’s growl matched mine as I assumed Barrett brushed his prostate.

In fact, the vibrations got even stronger. I screamed, the sound rattling off the walls and making my throat sore. “Fuck,” I panted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

My eyes burned with the threat of tears… and then it was over. The vibrations slowed, and I sighed in relief. The sensation was barely a tickle now, but still enough to make my hips kick in their confines. “Please,” I begged. “Please, Daddy. Can I have a break?”

My breaths came in heavy pants, my lungs aching and desperate for oxygen. The vibrator didn’t slow, but Levi spoke. “Are you using your safeword, Stetson?”

I thought about it. I truly thought about it. But the overwhelming tickle faded, and the vibrations felt good again. Considering the fact that I may have lost my mind, I shook my head. “No, Daddy.”

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LEVI

I struggledto keep my eyes open against Barrett’s assault on my prostate. He tapped the sensitive gland, my hips jerking and my cock leaking precome all over his hand. But I kept my gaze on my boy. Stetson’s lust-filled eyes peered at me between sweat-drenched locks of blond hair. Rings of bright blue framed blown out pupils, and I grinned.

“No, Daddy.”

Then, as I upped the intensity of the vibrator again, his head rolled back and his eyes squeezed shut. “Then you’ll take what you’re—ah, shit—given.”

With that, I dropped the remote. Stetson would live with a steady buzz for a few minutes. I clenched the sheets in my fists, rocking back onto Barrett’s fingers. “More,” I demanded, sighing when I was graced with a third digit. It had been too long since I’d let Barrett take me for a ride. When we were deciding what to do with Stetson and the idea of post orgasm torment came up, we thought what better way to tease him than with his own live porn shoot right in front of him? One he couldn’t join.

I looked back to my boy. The panties I’d put him in were already soaked, the blue silk on the front darkened with his come. A smile curled the corner of my mouth. I could see his dick twitching behind the fabric from the repeated vibrations. Clear liquid seeped through the lace, further darkening the color. I knew it would be perfect for him. When I’d seen them, the first thought I had was that it matched his eyes, and I couldn’t click the purchase button fast enough. Trembling, muscular thighs framed the bulge between them and I didn’t need to see to know his perfect little ass was cradled gorgeously by the lace on the back. His chiseled stomach tensed with the threat of another orgasm, and his toned chest heaved up and down with each hard-earned breath. His skin, glistening with sweat, flushed that beautiful pink from his cheeks all the way down his torso. Oversensitivity had him fighting the restraints, the leather biting into his skin and turning it red.Fuck, I couldn’t wait to see the marks left behind.

Barrett crooked his fingers again, and I squeezed my eyes shut. My cock was already desperate for release, but I was nowhere near finished. I needed at least one more orgasm from Stetson to make this worth it, and Barrett still had to come. “I’m ready, Bear,” I said, voice thick with desire. The words had Stetson centering himself and peeling his eyes open to look at me. When Barrett pulled his fingers free and lined up behind me, Stetson’s eyes widened. A desperate, keening cry pushed past his lips and his body tensed. The restraints cut into his muscles, and his cock erupted once more. As Barrett pushed through, I watched pulse after pulse of sticky, white liquid seep through the panties. Right on cue, Stetson’s baby blues widened. He bit his tongue and slammed his eyes shut but it was to no avail. I grabbed the remote and lowered the speed, knowing that no matter what, any sensation against Stetson’s poor dick would be too much. With each orgasm, he grew more sensitive, and I was eating it up.

“Turn it off!” He yelled, seeming to give no fucks about anyone overhearing. He shouted then, a low, guttural scream ripping from deep in his chest. “Daddy, please! I ca-I can’t take it anymore. Please!”

I didn’t hear the word “red” in there, so I obviously didn’t give in. I did play with the settings, finding a pulse that seemed to drive him wild. He wiggled in the chair, hips trying to escape the abuse. This time, tears broke free and poured down his cheeks in salty rivers. Now the red in his eyes matched his cheeks and the stripes across his chest. I imagined the silk tie digging into his wrists, and my cock jerked in Barrett’s hand. Having bottomed out, he paused to let me adjust and gave me a squeeze. “Damn, baby,” I said, unsure which man it was directed to. But I made damn sure my next words were clear. “You look so pretty when you cry for us, Stetson.”

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