Page 53 of Jamie
Silas stepped up behind him, supporting him as Bran slowly dragged the zipper of his jeans down, moving carefully.
“Don’t come, boy, or we’ll have to spank you hard.” Bran’s words made him jerk and shudder.
Those blue eyes were intense as they stared into him.
Then came the touch to his cock, Bran tugging him out, baring him.
“Please…” He was going to die.
“Imagine how wonderful it will be when we finally let you come.” Bran gave him a single stroke, then wrapped the cock ring around the base of his prick, making sure it was good and tight. “Such a pretty sight.”
“It is.” Silas patted him, pulled his briefs up. “You can just leave your jeans off.”
“Yeah, that would probably be more comfortable,” Bran agreed. “Okay, I’m starving. Let’s eat.” Bran held a chair out for him.
He blinked at Bran, then sat, feeling so weird.
Bran grabbed a chip and dunked it into the guacamole before offering it over to him, holding it up to his lips. “I know guac is your favorite.”
“Uh… uh-huh…” He blinked over and opened up.
The chip pushed between his lips, the bright flavor of the guacamole waking his tastebuds up, and he closed his mouth over it automatically.
“Good boy,” Bran murmured as Silas slid a hand along his spine in a gentle motion.
He was dying. He didn’t know how to process all of this. He just didn’t.
“You’re doing great,” Silas told him. “We’ll just have a meal together and let the anticipation color everything.”
Bran nodded. “Feel free to tell us how you’re feeling, what you need. We want to share everything with you.”
“I—” He didn’t have a script for this, so he didn’t know what to say.
“He’s tongue-tied,” Silas noted.
“That’s allowed, too. You don’thaveto say anything.” Bran grabbed a second bite of enchiladas, but offered this one to him, fork brought up to his lips.
“This is all very different and odd,” he admitted and then took the bite.
“Yeah?” Bran grabbed another forkful and offered this one to Silas, who took the bite between his lips and gradually pulled it off the fork, holding eye contact with Bran the entire time.
“Yes. I never thought I was… sexy.” Or sensual. Or anything.
Bran’s eyes crinkled, his smile soft, kind. “Oh, baby boy, you are definitely sexy.”
“Uh-huh.” Silas breathed the word into his ear, making him shiver.
He moaned, deep in his chest, his teeth sinking in his bottom lip.
“Mmm.” Bran leaned in and licked his lower lip before dipping another chip and offering it over to him.
“I want you both…” he whimpered.
“And we want you.”
“We so do.” Silas licked his earlobe. “You gotta eat, though. We all do. Anticipating is amazing.”
“And good boys get rewards. Trust me. They get what they deserve.” Bran’s voice echoed inside him.
