Page 82 of All Tied Up

Soon the splashes of wax were coming too fast for Neil to distinguish each one, the cycle of one glorious flame spiraling on top of the next.

“Fuck, Neil,” Jamie groaned.

Neil’s eyes popped open to see Jamie lost in pleasure. He hadn’t quite forgotten that Jamie was riding his cock, because it felt amazing. But he hadn’t realized that every jerk and shudder that shook his body was echoing up into Jamie. Every time he arched against the wax, seeking it out or diving away from it, he was thrusting into Jamie’s tight hole.

Sebastian was kneeling on the bed, just beside Jamie, watching both of them. Neil loved feeling the heat of his eyes, the idea that he was putting on a show for his Da… Dom’s pleasure.

Then Neil’s eyes drifted shut again as the next splash of wax found a new patch of skin. Each rivulet was it’s own story, a fierce burn that made him suck in his breath all while arching upward, seeking more. But now he knew how he was affecting Jamie, so he thrust up harder, whimpering and trying to give back to Jamie everything that he received.

“D-d-daddy?” Jamie’s voice sounded wrecked, even as he expressed his uncertainty.

Neil looked up to find Sebastian guiding Jamie’s hand closer to the younger boy’s bare chest.

“That’s right, boy. Show Neil how you like it.”

With trembling fingers, Jamie poured the wax onto his own shoulder. Splashes of it flickered onto Neil’s belly and thigh, but that was nothing on the way that Jamie writhed on his cock, squeezing with impossibly tight friction as his hips rose and fell.

Jamie’s expression was glorious, a whole symphony of shocked agony and sensual joy.

“Again,” Sebastian commanded.

Jamie drew in a shuddery breath and switched hands. This time he poured more, hissing as the creamy white liquid traced down his smooth chest and dropped onto Neil’s skin.

Neil’s erection was enveloped in a glorious sea of motion, each shudder and bounce driving him closer to the edge.

“One more, boy,” Sebastian growled. “And then you’re both going to come for me. Pour it right... down... here.”

Neil’s eyes widened as Sebastian drew his finger right down the center of Jamie’s chest, trailing off just before reaching his dick.

The wax wouldn’t stop there, though.

God. Neil wasn’t sure if he could handle that intensity himself, but just the idea of it had his cock ready to burst.

“H-help me hold it, Daddy?” Jamie held out the pitcher candle and Sebastian cupped the bottom.

Neil held his breath as Jamie brought the pitcher closer and closer. It tilted, the first pearly lines tracing downward. And then Jamie was screaming, head arched back, tendons bulging in his throat.

The bright splash of pain ran down Neil’s sides a moment later. But all of that was lost because Jamie was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, lost in the throes of exquisite suffering.

And he was clenching and rocking along Neil’s cock, pulling his pleasure out beyond Neil’s control.

“That’s right,” Sebastian urged breathlessly. “Ride it out. Take it. Take it all. Come for me, boys. Come now.”

Neil’s orgasm shook through him like an earthquake, a force bigger than himself. The waves of ecstasy started in his cock, but rippled out until even his fingers and toes were alive with it. He arched up into Jamie, yanking against the cuffs that still bound him, turning the pleasure around and driving it back into him.

Because he was helpless and treasured and so completely, completely owned by the gorgeous couple kneeling over him.

Neil was still hazy and washed with pleasure when Sebastian eased Jamie off his cock and carefully pulled off the condom. Neil whimpered because he wasn’t ready for it to be over. He never wanted to leave the warm indulgence of Jamie’s smooth hole.

But in the next moment Sebastian was pressing Jamie down into Neil’s chest, one strong hand on the middle of his back. Their spent cocks nestled together sensuously.

Then Jamie gave a surprised gasp and a loud grunt. Sebastian’s matching grunt was the only clue Neil had before the rough, rapid rhythm started.

Sebastian was fucking Jamie, diving into him hard, while Jamie clung to Neil with harsh breaths against his neck. Jamie jerked with each thrust, grinding down into Neil’s oversensitive shaft.

It was too much friction, just this side of overwhelming, but Neil didn’t want it to stop.

Sebastian towered over both of them, looking victorious, and Neil watched every wave of rapture as it washed across his face.