5. Bailey #2
My breath stutters.
Wesley’s hand is still at my neck, stroking the collar like he owns it. Owns me . “You want all three of us to ruin that shiny little outfit?”
I nod quickly.
Sean’s smile is cruel and perfect. “Then beg for it.”
My mouth opens before my brain can catch up. “Please, sir,” I whisper. “I need it. I need you. I need all of you.”
“Atta girl,” Huck growls, his mouth now at my shoulder, kissing over the vinyl-covered curve. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Sean’s fingers hook into the open slit of the outfit between my legs. Feathery strokes on the outside of me. “You’re soaked already. Is that us, or the outfit?”
I swallow. Can’t think straight. Can’t believe this is them. But I couldn’t be more grateful for it. Playing with strangers can be dangerous.
“It’s you. All of you.”
“Always been a good girl under pressure,” Wesley teases.
“I’m not good,” I breathe. “Not tonight.”
Sean’s fingers slip inside me, and I nearly come undone from that alone. He’s precise. Devastating. The other two keep me upright while he wrecks me from the inside out. I can’t touch him—any of them—and it’s making me crazy. But his fingers on my G-spot are worse. Better. Amazing.
“I want her on her back,” Huck rumbles. “Want to see her fall apart.”
“Bed,” Sean agrees.
They unhook me fast, but not carelessly. I’m carried by Huck— carried —into my room like I weigh nothing at all. Wesley tosses a towel over the mattress without comment, and Sean lays me down with one big hand splayed over my belly to keep me still.
“You safeword, and that’s it,” Sean says, looking me in the eye. “We do not play past that. You hear me?”
“Yeah.”
“Color?”
“Still green,” I gasp.
He nods.
Then Huck’s mouth is on me. There , between my legs, and he groans like he’s been starving for it.
His tongue is fast, filthy, and relentless.
Heat builds. Pleasure annihilates. I can’t breathe.
It feels different from anyone who has ever gone down on me, and I can’t figure out why because my brain has left the building.
Sean moves to my side, his hand gripping mine. “That’s it. Let go. You’re safe.”
Wesley strips down to nothing but a low sound in his throat, and when he kneels beside my head and strokes a hand down my hair, I feel like I’m floating.
“You were made for this,” he says. “To be worshiped. To be owned.”
Huck licks harder. I scream. And then I come on his face—hard, fast, uncontrollable. Sean holds me down while I thrash. Huck doesn’t stop, not until I’m begging, not until I’m shaking so hard I forget my own name.
I barely register Wesley’s mouth pressing to mine, or the way his hand finds my hip like he’s anchoring himself too.
When I come back to earth, they’re all watching me.
Each of them naked. They’re so different from each other.
Sean is lean, tan muscle, from his sandy buzz-cut head to his toes.
Solid. No major scars, aside from the one in his brow.
No tattoos I can see from the front either. Just miles of glorious, ripped muscle.
Wesley is long-limbed, muscled, and confident. By the length of him, now I know why he’s always been so cocky. He has gnarly scars on his lower left leg, and the geometric tattoos I thought might have just been on his forearm stretch all the way up his shoulder.
And Huck is Huck. Muscles on muscles, with just enough fat to fuel them. Celtic-style tattoos decorate his thick torso, and until today, I’ve ignored his pierced tongue.
Not possible now.
“You still want more?” Sean asks.
I nod. “Please.”
Wesley grins. “Good. Because we’re not close to done.”
They don’t give me a second to catch my breath. Wesley flips me easily, like I’m weightless, guiding me to my hands and knees. The vinyl is still clinging to my skin, unzipped just enough to reveal what they want—just enough to make me feel like a toy wrapped in ribbon.
Sean kneels in front of me again, his cock thick and hard. “Open your mouth, B.”
I obey instantly.
His hand cups the side of my head, not rough. “Good girl.”
I moan around him as he fills my mouth, the praise and pressure lighting something deep in my belly. Behind me, I feel Huck’s warm hand slide up my spine, followed by the blunt, teasing press of his cock against my dripping core.
“You sure?” he murmurs, low against my neck.
I can’t speak, not with Sean in my throat, but I nod—once, then again, harder. “Mm-hmm.”
Sean groans. “Color?”
I pull off long enough to pant, “Green. God , green. All of it, green!”
That’s all Huck needs.
He pushes in slow, and the stretch burns in the best way. My eyes water. My legs shake. It’s been a long time, and I’m not sure I’ve ever had anyone as big as him. Sean cups my jaw again, steadies me with one hand, his cock resting against my lips as I gasp, trying to hold it all.
And then Wesley climbs onto the bed and over me and presses a slick finger against my tight, untouched entrance.
I jerk—instinct.
Sean strokes my cheek. “You can take it. You’re our girl, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Huck stills, buried deep, while Wesley presses in from above. Slow in, slow out, short strokes building. Until I’m full. So full. And sweating. The pain gives way to something molten, something primal. Animal.
And altogether human. I’ve never felt more held in my life.
They move in sync, bodies pressed against mine, breath hot against my neck and shoulders. Sean thrusts, Huck backs up, Wes goes deeper. And then, they switch. Huck thrusts and pushes me forward, Wes pulls out, and I choke on Sean’s length. They speak over me, around me, through me.
“You’re so tight like this,” Wesley pants. “So damn greedy.”
“She takes us like she was built for it,” Huck groans.
“She was ,” Sean says. “Look at her.”
I can’t speak. Can’t think. All I can do is feel. That low heat in my belly fills me up, cell by fiery cell. The world aches for it. My orgasm hits like a detonation. Every nerve ending fires at once. I scream onto Sean’s cock as my body seizes around them. That’s all it takes.
Wesley loses it first, groaning as he spills into my ass, kissing the back of my neck. Huck follows with a low, reverent growl of curses, biting my shoulder as he pulses inside me. Sean waits.
After they step away, he pulls me into his lap and fists his cock, murmuring how beautiful I am, how perfect, how theirs , until I reach between us, and straddle him without another thought.
I’m messy from Wes and Huck, and that only turns me on more.
The way Sean’s eyes light up upon entering me are enough to almost get me there again.
And then he grabs my ass, bouncing me up and down his length until I come apart on him.
He comes with a ragged breath, his face buried against my chest.
The silence after is thick.
We collapse into a tangled heap on the bed, the three of them touching me. No one says a word for a long time.
Then Sean brushes a wet strand of hair off my face. “Still with us?”
“Barely,” I whisper.
Wesley chuckles. “You’re gonna feel that tomorrow.”
“Pretty sure I already do.”
Huck hands me a water bottle from my corner fridge. I have no idea when he got up to get it. Or when the handcuffs were removed. It all happened so fast. One minute I was sneaking out, the next…well, I’m here.
I drink. Slowly. Then lean back against Huck’s barrel chest while Sean rubs my calf and Wesley pulls the blankets up around us.
For the first time in years , I feel safe. Ruined in the right way. Naked. Seen. But safe.
“You don’t have to sneak out anymore,” Sean says softly.
Wesley kisses my shoulder. “You want kink? We can do kink.”
Huck’s arms tighten around my waist. “And you don’t need to face this shit alone. Not ever again.”
I close my eyes and let it all sink in. The soreness. The satisfaction. The warmth of three men who would raze the world for me.
There has to be a catch, right? My life is never this simple. But I’ll let tomorrow-Bailey worry about that. For now, I’m safe. I’ll take it.