Breathless (The Game Series Book 3)

by Cara Dee

  “Just pinch my thigh if either of us gets too close to your limit.” I guided his head over my cock and held him in place so he couldn’t take me in just yet. “Do you understand, Shay?”

  It bothered me that I wasn’t sure I could trust him fully to use his safeword, and it would prevent us from going very far with him.

  “Yes, Sir. I promise.” He flicked his tongue over the head of my cock, eliciting a chuckle from me. As long as he showed that hunger, we’d be safe. “May I please suck your cock now?”

  “And you say you’re not submissive.” I didn’t give him room to come up with some bullshit argument. I eased him down onto my cock and closed my eyes momentarily, focusing solely on his warm, wet, soft tongue coating me in saliva. Goddamn. Leaning back against the headboard, I released his hair and let him decide his own pace at first.

  If he was going for seduction, he was succeeding. He sucked me hungrily but unhurriedly, tightening his lips around me, sliding his tongue up and down my cock, all the way down to the root, then up again. He suckled at the tip and hollowed out his cheeks, and the next time he took me in, it was like sticking my cock into a slutty little sucking machine.

  “Fucking hell, boy.” I opened my eyes again and moved my fingers through his hair. “Your mouth was made to suck cock.” I slid a hand down to his throat. “I wanna feel you right here.”

  He didn’t stop to take a deep breath or anything; he just continued taking me deeper until he was swallowing around my cock. The sensations sent little balls of lust through my system that exploded within me. I felt his throat constrict convulsively.

  “Christ,” I grunted.

  River’s hissing sound stole my attention for a moment, and I lifted my gaze to see him fucking Shay in harsh, shallow, quick thrusts. Each one sent jolts up Shay’s delectable body, and I wasn’t sure I could last much longer without going full dirty bastard Daddy on him. I wanted to defile every inch of his body. I wanted my fingers in his mind. I wanted to take everything there was to take.

  By the time River was fucking his orgasm into Shay’s ass, I felt like a contained animal.

  I had to shift Shay’s sweet mouth away from my cock because I didn’t wanna come yet.

  “You’re an amazing little boy.” I gathered his face in my hands and kissed him deeply, swallowing his moans as my brother finished using him.

  Shay whimpered and clutched at my shoulder with one hand. “Why are you treating me like a Little?” He screwed his eyes shut and groaned. “And why is it so fucking hot?”

  I smiled and brushed a hand over his damp forehead. “I like pushing you.”

  River cursed and looked like he’d run a marathon as he pulled out from Shay and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck me…” He blew out a heavy breath. “If we turn this into a proper arrangement and lose the rubbers, I wanna know how many times we can empty our balls in him before he’s too full.”

  There’s an idea…

  “There’s not going to be an arrangement,” Shay muttered. “But if you’d let me get off soon, I’d appreciate it.”

  River lifted a brow. “I wasn’t talking to you, come dumpster.”

  Shay bit his lip and rose up on his knees, watching us as we switched places. Only, I wanted us all lying down, with our boy in the middle. While River discarded his condom and crawled up the bed, I rolled one on and positioned myself on my side.

  “Clean the come off it.” River gripped the headboard with one hand and Shay’s hair with the other.

  No smartass response from Shay after the come dumpster remark. It made me want to test the waters with degradation, and there was no one better than River.

  Shay obeyed and sucked Riv’s cock into his mouth. In the meantime, I wrestled his body into position in front of me and then wrapped my fingers around his cock. The boy was definitely hurting for a climax. I stroked him gently, too carefully to amp up his frustrations. Whenever he tried to thrust into my hand, I loosened my hold until he was whining around River.

  Precious.

  River was satisfied after a minute or so, and by then, I’d let go of Shay’s cock to see if I needed lube. Three fingers right up his ass, eliciting a delightful little yelp, told me there was plenty of lube left from before.

  “Do you never warn people?” Shay grated.

  “Of course we do.” I shifted a little closer and pressed the head of my cock against his asshole. “But you’re not people.” Then I hitched an arm under his knee and entered him in one smooth motion. Sweet Jesus. I sank my teeth into his shoulder and let the pleasure course through me, eyes closed, and suddenly unable to think about anything other than River’s suggestion about building an arrangement out of this. Hell, we three together would be explosive and addictive.

  “Fuck, Reese,” Shay exhaled. “More…”

  I hummed and kissed my way up his neck. “I’ll let you come tonight if you call me Daddy.”

  “But you’re not my Daddy!” he protested. “And I’m not a Little.”

  “Those are the terms.” I withdrew from him and pushed in again, setting an unhurried pace with deep thrusts that made his breath hitch.

  I could still admire some of my friends who identified as Daddy Doms and found the title sacred. It was different for me. Titles were what we made them, whether it was age play or the lifestyle of DD/lb. With or without regression, with or without commitment. As long as it felt right, in one way or another. That said, it was rare that it felt right for casual encounters.

  It felt right with Shay. It felt right to push him into the mind-set he’d had for most of his stay with us. First as a sick little tyke, then as a cuddly boy in recovery. I wanted him raw and open, and I’d seen enough glimpses to know there was a lot to explore with him. Things he didn’t know himself.

  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?”

  Brilliant rule. River would see if Shay was lying, without a doubt.

  “Yes, Sir,” Shay gritted out.

  “Beg me to backhand you,” River ordered.

  I loved my brother. He was a genius. He was gonna test the boy thoroughly and discover what Shay got off on and what could be considered punishment.

  Shay groaned as he sank down on me a little harder. “Please backhand me.”

  We could safely mark backhanding as pain he enjoyed…

  River didn’t think twice and backhanded him across the face, hard enough for Shay’s head to whip sideways.

  It triggered something in Shay that I’d witnessed in the truck on our way out of the city. How he came to life at the barest amount of hurt. His chest started heaving, and judging by River’s faint smirk, I knew the look Shay was giving him. Desperation for more, tinged with a side of “Come at me.”

  Shay was about to discover how that set River off too.

  I had to remove myself from the situation mentally after a while, because every time Shay took a hit, he tried to fuck himself on my cock harder and faster, and I had to make sure he obeyed the first rule. I also had to think about bookkeeping and inventory in order not to blow my fucking load before I was ready.

  River fetched his leather belt and expanded the little test I’d given Shay in the back of the truck. He examined Shay’s threshold for pain, where he was sensitive, where he wasn’t, and studied every reaction.

  Jesus fucking Christ, I hadn’t anticipated tonight turning into a sex marathon. At this rate, I’d have to shower again before I could sleep. Sweat trickled down from my scalp as well as down through my chest hair, and the sweet boy on my cock was officially a sexy slip ’n slide.

  “Time for a confession, Shay,” I said, out of breath. “Tell us something you love.”

  He groaned as River thwacked the belt across his thighs. Over and over, every now and then hitting Shay’s cock too.

  “I don’t know w-what to say,” he panted. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

  I sucked at his neck and peered down at his thighs. Red welts were already forming from River’s assault, and Shay’s cock looked painfully hard. There wasn’t a lick of doubt about whether or not we had a pain slut on our hands.

  “I love belting,” Shay gasped. “Face-slapping, whips, canes, oh my God!” He cried out when River slapped the belt over his balls. “I…I…” It became too much for that last shred of composure, and he started crying.

  I needed to get off. Stat. Seeing the tears roll down his cheeks all while pre-come was oozing out of the tip of his cock shoved me to the brink of climax. So I told him to fuck himself on me as hard and fast as he could, and then I reached around him and pinched his nipples tightly.

  “Please t-touch my cock, Sir,” he sobbed. “Daddy—Daddy, p-please, I wanna come!”

  I bit back a growl and left the decision to River. Shay calling me Daddy caused my entire chest to seize up, and I didn’t want that to cloud my judgment. No one had turned me into a sucker yet, and I wasn’t about to let Shay use that title to get what he wanted.

  My brother’s resolve was stronger. He tossed the belt on the floor, then closed the distance and grabbed Shay by the balls. Literally. He cupped them, rolled them, and squeezed until Shay choked on a breath. Then he circled Shay’s cock and balls, his thumb and middle finger connecting at the top, and he squeezed even harder.

  “You can come whenever you want, lil pup.” River wasn’t done just yet, though. His free hand glided up Shay’s body until he reached his throat. I swallowed dryly, my impending explosion mere seconds away. “For the record…” He pressed the pad of his thumb and index finger to Shay’s carotid arteries and applied pressure. “This is how we want you. At our mercy, stripped of your defenses, and completely fucking breathless.”

  I closed my eyes at the first sound of Shay’s struggle to breathe. A high-pitched, raspy gasp, a choking sound, a plea. I fucking lost it. I slammed him down on my cock and surrendered to the slow-moving wave of euphoria rolling over me.

  Shivers rippled through me. My balls ached. My cock pulsed with each release flooding the condom. And just as I managed to open my eyes again, I witnessed Shay give in to the pleasure too. Utterly silent. Not a single movement or sound. He sat there on my cock, River’s fingers gripping his junk in a vise, lips parted, jaw slack, and come just shot out from his straining cock.

  It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.

  River eased off slowly and caught Shay when he fell forward with a loud gasp.

  Holy fuck. That was… Goddammit. I scrubbed a hand over my mouth and exchanged a glance with River.

  Shay panted wildly and gulped tearfully, clutching at River.

  “I’ve got you, pup.” River hugged the boy to him and stroked his fingers down Shay’s back. “Let it all out. You did good.”

  Now to make Shay come back for more and more.

  Six

  Shay Acton

  “So, Reese is a morning person.” I squinted sleepily and took a sip of my coffee.

  Rain was pouring down. I knew this because Reese had yelled at us from the kitchen to wake up and drag our asses outside for breakfast at the ungodly hour of nine AM. He’d set up an impressive spread of fruit, crispy bacon, eggs, and coffee at the pool outside the main house. Or rather, on a side table next to a large sunbed that thankfully had its umbrella up.r />
  It was admittedly cozy to sit under here and listen to the rain patter down on the umbrella above us, and Reese made coffee and bacon to perfection. I bit into a piece and glanced out over the pool where he was swimming laps.

  River was next to me and hadn’t woken up enough to speak yet. Or eat, for that matter. He settled for sipping his coffee and having a smoke.

  “Can I have one, please?” I asked. I’d finished my pack last night.

  River didn’t respond verbally. He took a cigarette from the pack, lit it up for me, and handed it over.

  “Thanks.”

  He sighed contentedly and lifted the blanket that’d pooled around my middle, and he brushed a hand over my thigh. He couldn’t possibly be as pleased about the red marks as I was. I counted about six vivid welts on each thigh, then a bunch of mostly faded stripes from his belt. I couldn’t stop running my fingers over them to feel the soft swollenness of the flesh.

  River dipped down and kissed one of the marks before he returned to his coffee and morning cigarette.

  I liked River so much. I liked Reese too, but he communicated like a regular person and had quickly become an addiction in a more self-explanatory way. With his brother, I needed another language. Another set of eyes. But I was getting there. I was getting better at reading him, at understanding his way of expressing himself.

  After last night, I wasn’t sure if I could put up a fight with them. Even physically—the fight I was supposed to have against Reese…? I didn’t know if I could. I had no anger or resentment in my body. I had the opposite. Well…not literally. I couldn’t claim I was aflutter with joy or anything, but there was a sense of tranquility I hadn’t felt in years. A steady heartbeat, an absolute calm, and marks on my skin. The dream of a masochist.

  I scooted forward and planted my feet on the ground, then rested my head on River’s shoulder and took a drag from my smoke.

  “I don’t think you and Reese are so scary.” I sipped my coffee, gaze fixed on Reese in the water. He swam fast, and he swam naked. Slicing through the water with practiced ease and skill.