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Shit.
If my mouth would work, then I could ask.
Dare’s grin turned wicked. “No, just my sexy boys.”
Licking my lips and swallowing, I tried to answer, but Ifinally gave up and poked Scott. His mouth was working, so he could answer. Itwasn’t like there was a bad option.
“Um, we like both.” His reply had me nodding, so hecontinued. “But as long as you like both…oh, um, I guess the lace? I mean, butonly if you like it and only if it doesn’t make you feel—”
As Scott’s rambling went on, Dare walked over and finallypressed his lips to Scott’s.
It was a very effective way to stop the flood of words andworries.
When Dare pulled back, he ran the fabric over Scott’s chestand gave him a tender, understanding look. “I will always tell you if I don’tlike one of the options I’m giving you. But the general rule is going to be Iwon’t volunteer for anything I don’t like unless we’ve discussed it in detailfirst.”
“And you can safeword too.” I finally got something out, andDare’s smile said he was pleased with it.
“Yes, I can safeword too.” He leaned over and gestured togive him a kiss, so I snuggled closer, glad to obey. “Which one do you likebest, naughty boy?”
“Um, Scott was right.” I felt my face heating up even thoughI wasn’t sure why. “Um, I like the lace ones?”
I cut off the rambling qualifiers that wanted to escape. Ididn’t have to apologize for having an opinion when he’d asked to begin with.
Dare smiled, giving both of us quick pecks on the cheekbefore bouncing back to the bed. “Perfect.”
Glancing at Scott, I had to smile when he looked just asstartled as I did. When his head turned toward me, I grinned. “I can’t decidehow I feel about surprises anymore.”
Dare just laughed, but Scott nodded as his eyes went back tofollowing the sexy underwear in Dare’s hand. “Yes.”
More laughter came from our wicked Master as he finishedsorting everything into piles. When he seemed to be satisfied, he nodded tohimself and looked over at us. “Alright. Scott, you’re going to have a plug andyour fuck-me pants. Ryan, the suit pants with nothing under them, and then whenwe get there, I’ll put on the cock ring.”
“Thank you?” At least, I thought that was a good response.
“So polite.” Dare’s teasing grin bounced between us. “Let’sget you ready.”
Since that seemed to indicate getting naked, I nodded andstarted to strip as Dare beckoned Scott to come to him. Scott’s steps to getready involved lube and moans that left me painfully hard. It would’ve beenimpossible to miss my erection in the thin pants, so as I slid them on, I hopedDare knew what he was doing.
Scott took a bit longer to get ready, mostly because Darehad to keep pausing to make sure Scott didn’t come, but eventually we were bothready and it was Dare’s turn. As he started slowly removing his own clothes ina sexy striptease that had Scott and me both panting, Scott walked over to meand leaned against my chest.
Wrapping my arms around him, I couldn’t help stroking hischest and teasing his nipples as Dare slowly moved to a rhythm only he couldhear. By the time he was naked, little shivers were running through Scott and Iwas fighting the urge to hump his ass.
Dare’s outfit seemed centered around the lacy, decorativejock because the rest of his clothes was stuff he would’ve worn everyday…unlike us.
It just left both of us with a thousand questions, but wewere silent as Dare finished getting dressed and then slowly circled us.“Perfect.”
Since I wasn’t sure where we were going or even what we weredoing I couldn’t vouch for perfect, but Dare seemed pleased as he gathered upmy cock ring and…and restraints.
Where the hell were we going?
Lacy jocks, a cock ring, and restraints didn’t add up toanything that made sense to me.
Glancing over at Scott as Dare started bouncing around theroom getting shoes on, clearly ready to walk out the door as he tossed hisgoodies in a duffel bag he’d had waiting on the bed, I raised one eyebrow.“What did you put on your list?”
He scoffed, trying not to grin. “This is definitely not myfault.”
Dare laughed as he headed out the bedroom door, a spring inhis step. “Come on. We’re going to be late.”
For what?
