Page 140 of All Tied Up

“Yes, um, yes Daddy.” That was all he could think of now. About how he was being so good for Daddy, letting Daddy just take him and touch him however he wanted to right in the middle of the atrium. How all of him belonged to Daddy, and how anyone who looked over here right now would know it.

How they might even draw a crowd. How anyone could see him and know how much he ached for Daddy to take him apart and control him.

“Tell me more. What are they doing now?” Daddy’s hand snuck under the band of his underwear to pull his cock upright and set up a lazy rhythm in the tight confines of his slacks.

That made it all more intense, because he was still fully clothed, in broad daylight, and Daddy was just reaching in there to take what he wanted.

Neil must have made some sort of sound, because Jamie’s eyes were suddenly on him. Their gazes locked, and Neil could see the moment when Jamie figured out what was going on by the mischievous smile that spread across his face.

“Jamie saw us,” Neil blurted out.

Daddy twisted his neck back just enough to see Jamie as well. “You can keep doing what you’re doing, Dragonfly. Maybe explore a little.”

Jamie giggled and pulled Kris close to him, whispering in his ear.

Neil burned with the knowledge they were talking about him, but somehow that shameful fire got twisted around until it felt like pleasure in his veins.

Kris looked surprised, and then faced Neil with a look that was just as naughty as Jamie’s. Damn. If Neil weren’t so distracted—or maybe completely overcome—by Daddy’s hand, he would probably think it was cute watching them together.

Instead, all he could do was try to bite back a moan. There were other people in the lobby. Not nearby, but he could hear them, even see them if he turned far enough.

“What are they doing now?” Daddy asked him, as if he were innocent in all of this and not running the pad of his thumb over Neil’s cock, driving him absolutely crazy.

“They’re um… oh God. They’re plotting something.” That was the only word for it. “Now…” He pulled in a sharp breath. Daddy’s hand just felt so good. “Now they’re… they’re kissing.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

“Daaaaaddyyyyy,” he whined desperately. How did he feel? He was drowning in pleasure and watching Jamie’s eyes flutter closed while another man kissed him. And Jamie was still absolutely gorgeous, and all his to watch. “I…”

“You like watching him?” Daddy slowed his hand just enough for Neil to string two thoughts together.

“I like watching because it’s Jamie,” he finally managed. “I like… I like seeing him enjoy himself.”

“Good boy.” Daddy picked up speed again.

Neil kept watching the unfolding scene, mesmerized. Kris winked at him and ran a hand up Jamie’s thigh, pushing his skirt upward until his lean ass, outlined by a purple thong, was exposed. “Daddy he’s… he’s touching Jamie.”

“Where?”

“His ass.” All of the confused pleasure of public sex somehow doubled when he was watching Jamie do it, too. Jamie arched his neck back in pleasure, grinding against Kris’s ripped jeans. And all around them was the airy atrium, filled with greenery and light, where guests checked in or hung out every day.

“Describe it to me.”

He was supposed to use words right now? “Kris is… massaging his ass. With both hands. And Jamie’s skirt is… Daaadddyyyyy… Fuck. He’s wearing those… the purple panties. He’s…. They’re whispering and… Fuck. Jamie’s rubbing against him… but… he’s looking at me. And… Oh, God. They’re putting on a show... right?”

“Just for you, sweet boy. Do you like watching?”

Neil had to nod. He apparently really liked watching. It wasn’t so different from watching Daddy and Jamie together, with Daddy still controlling it all. Controlling him.

Kris was there, but he was more an exciting opportunity than any sort of competition. Not when Jamie was watching Neil like he couldn’t look away and Daddy was stroking Neil’s cock just the way he liked it. It was still the three of them.

Daddy kissed along Neil’s cheek, up to the shell of his ear. “I thought you might. And for being such a good boy, I think you deserve a reward.”

Wasn’t this already the reward?

Daddy gripped the back of his neck and almost pressed their lips together, whispering against him. “I want you to come for me, my dirty, sexy Cricket. Right here in the lobby. Let Jamie and his friend see you.”

Then Daddy was kissing him, tongues tangled together like he was fucking his mouth. Daddy swallowing up every sound as Neil gave into the bliss and shot into his hand, feeling depraved and glorious.