Page 24 of Roll With The Punches
“Please train me, Sir. Like you did Jeff. I’m ready. Work me up to you both fucking me.”
There. He’dfinallybeen able to ask for it, which he’d known damn well Brandon had been waiting for, no matter how many times Stuart had hinted or agreed to things he or Jeff had said.
Brandon had told Stuart it would not happen until Stuart outright asked for it.
It felt terrifying and freeing at the same time. He knew if he couldn’t do it, he could safeword and Brandon and Jeff would stop.
But…
He wanted to try.
“Oh,baby.” Brandon picked up the pace. Stuart surfed the deliciously hard edge of his orgasm, rightthere, not quite tipping over the edge yet. “One more way for Sir to have another first with you.” His voice dropped, deep, hard. “Do you know how much I love being the first man who got to blow you, to fuck you, and the only man who’s ever owned this sweet body of yours?”
That finished Stuart and his orgasm swelled, burst. Brandon grunted his approval as he started fucking Stuart hard, fast, pounding him, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the bedroom.
“Yes!” Brandon took one last, hard stroke inside him and fell still, moving Stuart’s legs, pulling them around his waist so he could stretch out on top of him. Brandon felt his cum squished between them from where it’d landed all over his and Brandon’s stomachs when he’d exploded.
Stuart wished he could wrap his arms around Brandon, but the restraints kept him in place. Instead, he nuzzled his chin against the top of Brandon’s head.
“Such a good boy,” Brandon whispered. “Mygood boy. You did exactly what your Sir asked you to do.”
“Thank you, Sir. I love you.”
Brandon kissed his chest. “Love you, too. I know I need to move, but I love this.”
“Me, too, Sir.”
He lifted his head and kissed Stuart’s chin before staring into his eyes. “You are going to be sooo fucking horny by the time we go to bed tomorrow night.” He grinned.
He finally unclipped Stuart and they headed to the bathroom to clean up.
But he made Stuart keep his cuffs and collar on. On weeknights, Brandon usually didn’t require them to wear them to bed, even though he and Jeff loved wearing them.
As Stuart cuddled in Brandon’s arms he inhaled, loving the scent of him and missing having Jeff there, his additional scent, the three of them usually covered in each other by the time they collapsed after making love.
“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered.
“You’re welcome, boy, but for what?”
“For giving me a forever family where I feel like I belong.”
Brandon’s arms tightened around him, his voice sounding choked when he finally spoke again. “If you think I’m about to let either one of you go, think again. I love you both. I wish I could marry both of you. So we’re going to leave the marrying discussion alone for a while. Ed will work up a trust for us, and other paperwork, that will legally give us what we need to protect us.”
And like that, Stuart was able to happily fall asleep in his Sir’s arms.
