Breathless (The Game 3)

I just wouldn’t.

Shay relaxed further and slid his tongue along mine, his hand dropping to my chest, then to my stomach. When he snuck it underneath my tee and let his fingers wander over the trail of hair below my belly button, I drew a ragged breath and felt a shudder course through me. I kissed him hungrily, throwing caution to the wind, and lowered my hand to his neck, close enough for my thumb to ghost over his throat.

It was impossible to stop the assault of images of him writhing underneath me, taking my cock, while I choked him out. Or my hands around his throat while River railed his ass. Or River’s cock filling Shay’s throat while I applied pressure to his carotid arteries.

“We’re going to use every inch of you,” I murmured huskily. “You’ll wear our marks for weeks.”

His breathing stuttered, and he all but melted into me and locked his arm around my neck. Only his seat belt prevented him from closing the last distance, and I fucking loved sensing how that frustrated him.

Almost there.

We’d left the highway.

While Shay buried his face against my neck and sucked on my flesh, I glanced forward and exchanged a heavy look in the rearview with River. Holy fuck, were we going to take this boy. My brother would see for himself soon. In a few minutes, we’d be at the house. Then I grabbed Shay’s jaw and met him in a passionate kiss before dropping my hand to his crotch.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned.

I rubbed his stiff cock through his jeans and squeezed his balls until he gasped sharply.

I hummed and went to his nipples next, twisting them hard to gauge his reaction, and there was definitely a masochist in him. He groaned and kissed me forcefully. It spurred me on and turned my cock to granite. When I dug my fingers into his thigh, he whimpered and started panting. Pain brought him to life. What a beautiful fucking sight.

I tightened my grip on Shay’s thigh and watched the pleasure play out across his gorgeous face. “We have a pain slut on our hands, brother.”

River cursed quietly as he drove onto our private road.

Shay rolled his hips, then winced in a way that made me stop. It wasn’t only pleasure written across his face; there was a discomfort that didn’t belong. He pleaded a soft “More” at the same time as he rubbed his temple.

“Are you feeling all right?” I cupped his cheek.

He closed his eyes and winced again. “Yeah, it’ll pass. I want more.”

“Where does it hurt?”

He blew out a breath. “My head and my stomach.”

I furrowed my brow, immediately ready to cancel all plans for tonight.

“It’ll pass,” he repeated, visibly frustrated.

“Of course it will,” I replied. “But we’re not playing until it does.”

The night was young. It wasn’t even midnight yet, and River and I were night owls. Who knew, maybe Shay would feel better in a couple hours.

“Riv, change of plans,” I said. “We’re going to our place. I’m gonna let the Daddy in me take the wheel for a bit.”

“Got it,” River chuckled.

I touched Shay’s forehead. It didn’t feel hot, but he was a little clammy.

He scowled at nothing. “Fuckin’ Daddy Doms. They’re the worst.”

“We’re delightful,” I assured him.

“No, you’re not,” he argued petulantly. “You’re always up in someone’s business.”

I grinned, reckoning that part sucked for him. For the moment.

“Fuck.” He sat forward and placed a hand over his stomach. “I better not be coming down with something.”

It wouldn’t be the worst thing that ever happened if he was. In fact, the prospect had plenty of appeal. I imagined it would be easier to persuade him to stay with us. It would give River and me time to pummel our way through those defenses. Without having to resort to any fighting.

The trees parted up ahead on the road, revealing our estate at the top of the hill. The lights were on in most windows on all three floors, some dimmed down, some bright, two red, and one UV purple.

Since it was a weekend party, the tiki torches along the path that led to the front door were lit up too.

I spotted a handful of people on the porch. It was a popular place for smaller groups to hang out after playtime.

The carport was full, so River pulled to the side of it.

“This was so not how I thought this evening would go,” Shay muttered.

“Same here.” I opened the door and stepped out before extending a hand to him. “Sometimes you hope for a good burger and get served the best steak on the menu.”

He grunted and ignored my hand as he jumped out. “I’m not the steak, so I guess that’s just your way of expressing how pleased you are to see me with a splitting headache and upset stomach.”