River scooted closer and gripped Shay’s chin, locking eyes with him. The sweet kiss he gave Shay was a stark contrast to the steeliness in his gaze. I knew that look well. It put the fear of God into stubborn little boys who clung to control.
“I wish you’d stop overanalyzing everything and just go with what we tell you,” River murmured into the kiss. “You’re clearly incapable of taking care of yourself. Perhaps you’re too stupid.”
All right then, he was going pedal to the metal on degradation.
Shay choked on a breath, and I lifted up to support myself on my elbow in an attempt to catch his reaction. At the same time, I drove in deep and watched the pain, the pleasure, and the trance flit across his face. He didn’t look away from River; maybe he couldn’t.
“What color are you, boy?” River asked.
It took a moment for Shay to answer. Then he shook his head quickly, as if remembering himself, and said, “Green.”
It was irritating to be so careful. I was sure River felt the same.
“You don’t have to ask all the time,” Shay said, his breathing strained.
“Yes, we do.” I took over for a beat, because it had to be said. And I grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look back at me. “If you could be trusted worth a damn, we would suspend you in a state of delirium more intoxicating than drugs. A state you have only dreamed of.” Getting more ticked off for every word that left me, I picked up the pace and fucked him harder, faster, and without restraint. “Don’t you fucking get it, Shay? You want what we can give you, but as long as you refuse to put all your cards on the table, we can’t go all the way.”
He gnashed his teeth and shut his eyes again, and he breathed through the pain I gave him with each brutal thrust.
And that was the problem.
“If we showed you what we’re capable of to the fullest extent,” I bit out, “you wouldn’t be struggling to maintain some stupid fucking composure right now.”
“Composure would be the last thing on your mind.” River ducked in and nipped at Shay’s jaw. “We’d have you sobbing, gasping, torn between blowing your load and screaming in agony, and so free of filters and defenses, you’d feel like you’re flying.”
“Let’s give him a taste.” I grunted as I pulled out and got up on my knees. “Up you go, pet. I want you on your knees like this, your back to my front, and you’ll only have a single rule to follow.” I waited until he was scrambling into position. Eagerness lacing his movements, wariness simmering in his eyes. A lovely combination. “Whatever River and I do to you, you do not stop fucking yourself on my cock. Do you understand?”
He nodded and averted his gaze to the mattress. “Yes, Sir.”
Oh, he could do better. As I slipped my cock between his ass cheeks, I reached around him and lifted his chin so he’d look back at me.
I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Say, ‘Yes, Daddy.’”
The boy fucking blushed. “Do I have to?” he mumbled.
“No.” I shook my head. “But it would please me.”
His hesitation tugged at me. So did the war he’d started against himself.
Shay should’ve known better, though. He should’ve known that my brother and I would attack his façade of indifference, his quest to remain unattached, and his lie about wanting distance.
“Say it,” I whispered against his lips. With my free hand, I rubbed the head of my cock against his hole.
He shuddered violently. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck, that sounded good, especially in that raspy, timid tone. I bet he rarely—if ever—allowed himself to be so vulnerable. I stroked his cheek and kissed him softly. “Good boy. You’ve earned yourself a nice orgasm.”
A spark of youthful glee lit up his stunning eyes, and that was something he couldn’t keep from me.
“Push back on Daddy’s cock,” I murmured. “Take all of me inside you and fuck yourself slowly.”
He drew a shaky breath and complied.
I eased my hands down his sides and gave River a nod.
While he shifted forward, I sat back on my heels and brought Shay with me. It was difficult not to glue my eyes to where we were joined. The boy took my cock so perfectly and felt so goddamn amazing.
“We’ll make this quick,” River told Shay. “Maybe you’ll deserve more one day. I’ve actually already planned the perfect torture scene for you, but since you insist on being a disrespectful liar, you’ve got a long way to go.”
“I—”
“Shut up. You don’t have permission to speak.” River’s jaw ticked with tension. “I’m adding a second rule. Unless you’re safewording, the only things you’re allowed to tell us are fantasies and kinks. Implements you love, erogenous zones, bad pain versus good pain. Are we clear?”