Page 78 of Whirlwind

The look in Ben’s eyes when he noticed his erection earlier was something that he’d been waiting for forever.

“Hands above your head. Wrists together.”

Dakota complied with wide eyes, that perfect mix of adoration with just a tinge of fear.

Their whole body was laid out and available, and Parker eagerly took in the gentle swells of their breasts and the small erection emerging from their V of hair. Their waist was thick with just the slightest curve of hips, and their arms stretched overhead to continue that seductive line.

Parker snapped the leather cuffs onto their wrists and attached them to the headboard with one of the straps he’d left there for just this purpose. Naturally, he leaned over provocatively with his chest just inches from Dakota’s mouth, his ass upturned in Ben’s direction. He rose with deliberate slowness.

“So,” he pulled back far enough to see both of them at the same time, “here’s the game. Ben and I take turns giving our little pet their well-earned reward. Pet,” he leveled Dakota with a hard glare, “you don’t get to come.” Dakota whimpered. Beautiful.

“Ben, I was thinking about a little competition.” Ben’s eyes shone. Parker just lived for that competitive glint in his eyes.

Now if only he would accept the challenge. Parker was a little nervous now, since this could screw everything up. It could also be the moment when their flirtation turned into something more.

Here goes nothing. “We take turns. Whoever makes Dakota come has to bottom for the other one.”

Silence hung in the room. He could see Ben’s face flash through a dozen emotions, but desire and determination won out over any fear. Ben wouldn’t allow himself to be thrown off for long.

“You’re on.”

Parker breathed an internal sigh of relief. He was vers and didn’t mind the occasional vanilla fling, but he had no idea how Ben would feel about it.

He figured that Ben wouldn’t be so misguided as to believe that bottoming was equivalent to submitting, but it still might be something that he preferred to avoid.

Either way, it sounded like they were good to go. They could figure out the logistics of winning and losing the bet later.

“Hey, what about me?”

Parker turned to face Dakota. That look in innocence and mischief was only multiplied when their hands were bound so beautifully to the bed. He gave them a questioning look.

“How do I win?”

Ben smirked. “I think this whole thing should be a winning opportunity for you.”

“No,” they countered guilelessly, “how many rounds do I have to make it through without coming before you both bottom to me?”

Priceless. Dakota was priceless.

Ben and Parker looked at each other. “Six?” Parker suggested. It should be possible—barely—but still a challenge. Ben shrugged his agreement.

“Meaning you each get three attempts?” Dakota clarified. Seriously, how had they been so lucky as to find someone who matched his vibe with Ben so well? Parker could see them all getting into a lot of trouble together in the future.

Ben answered this time. “Sounds reasonable. Fifteen-minute increments and we set a timer.” Sure. That sounded fair. “May the best queer win.”

Parker gestured toward the drawer that he’d taken the handcuffs from. “Anything in that drawer is up for grabs.”

It wasn’t his whole collection, but there was plenty for a range of basic scenes. “Flip for who goes first?” Parker grabbed a coin from the bowl in the corner of his dresser and flipped it at Ben’s nod.

“Heads!” Ben called.

Parker revealed the coin for both of them to inspect together.

It was tails.

Parker took in Dakota’s delectable frame. Behind him, he heard Ben sinking into the chair where he could watch them both. Which was exactly what he wanted.

Parker decided that his primary goal, aside from winning of course, was to let Dakota know that all of their body was desirable. Including the areas that didn’t match the typical binary of male or female. But Parker wasn’t going to start there.