Chapter Twenty-Four
Bailey
I had very good intentions to sit down with Hunter and Aiden as soon as we got back from training and talk about how we felt—not in an aggressive, cornering way but more a soft, adoring way. Something like that anyway.
But all my plans went straight out the window when we walked in to find Aiden stretched out on our huge sofa in a pair of my trunks and an old traditional-style rugby shirt of Hunter’s. It was pink and striped and hung loose on his frame, and I’d never seen anything sexier.
“Sorry, I hope you don’t mind,” he said, putting his laptop aside and shooting us a smile, gesturing at the shirt. “I realised I didn’t have any clean clothes, and I couldn’t be bothered to go back to Jonny’s for more. So I stuck my stuff in your washing machine and borrowed something to wear.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I said with a low growl, practically shoving Hunter out of the way to throw myself onto the sofa to get to him. Aiden laughed as I sprawled out over him, kissing him fiercely and thrusting my tongue into his mouth. “You look so fucking hot.”
I felt Hunter’s hands on the back of my neck and my waist a second too late, and I yelped as he pulled me off Aiden, only to drop down on his knees in front of the sofa and pull Aiden into a hungry kiss of his own.
“Hey! That’s not fair,” I said, leaning in and gently putting my hand on Aiden’s neck so I could kiss him again.
“Behave,” Aiden murmured. “You can share.”
“Not when you look like that,” Hunter said. “You’re wearing my shirt.”
“Yeah, is that okay?”
“Fuck yeah! Want to see you in it all the time.”
“I’ve got one you can wear too,” I said, brushing my mouth over Aiden’s.
I’d never thought Hunter and I would try to compete for a man’s affections, but seeing Aiden in a rugby shirt, sitting on our sofa in our flat, having waited for us, had unlocked a deep-seated sense of need and possession deep in my chest.
Hunter rumbled in disagreement and Aiden chuckled again. “No fighting, boys. I can alternate.” He gave each of us a long, languorous kiss, his tongue lapping into our mouths and drawing moans from deep within our chests. “Look at you both. So needy. So desperate. My beautiful sluts.”
I groaned, my cock hardening rapidly in my joggers. I was so fucking horny, and all my thoughts of talking about what we were doing had vanished. I needed Aiden’s dick in my mouth, needed to taste him on my tongue and feel the way his cock pulsed when he came.
My hands found his thighs, sliding slowly up them and under the hem of the shirt until I found the bottom of his underwear. “Take these off. I want to suck your dick,” I whispered, pressing the words into Aiden’s lips.
“Mmm, you love doing that, don’t you?” Aiden asked as I moved my fingers further up, grasping the waistband of the trunks and giving them a gentle tug.
“Yeah, fucking love the taste of you. Feel so good in my mouth.”
“You’re so good for me, aren’t you?” Aiden kissed me again as he lifted his hips, allowing me to slide the trunks down his thighs.
“I want to be.”
“And you love making me come, don’t you?”
“Y-Yeah, so much.”
“Do you like making Hunter come?” Aiden asked, twisting his head slightly to kiss Hunter deeply, and I watched in hungry fascination as Aiden thrust his tongue into Hunter’s mouth. Hunter moaned, his own cock bulging in the front of his shorts.
“Yes, he sounds so good when he comes.”
“He does.” Aiden hummed happily as he kissed Hunter again. “Our pretty babygirl.” Another kiss. “I think you should suck both of us off, Bailey. And if you do a good job, we’ll blow you afterwards. Together.”
“Fuck, please,” I said. “And I… can I…”
“Do you want something, baby? Just ask. It’s okay.”
“Can I come on your faces? Please? I wanna know what you both look like covered in my cum.” My face flamed as I asked, like I’d never done something like that before. But Aiden had reduced me to a blushing, horny, desperate mess, his hold over me totally complete.
“Yeah, you can do that,” Aiden said, smirking at me hungrily as I stretched myself out on one side of the sofa, my hands gently twisting his hips towards me and spreading his thighs.
Aiden groaned as he flopped back onto the cushions, patting the other side of him to encourage Hunter to lie there.
“What about you, babygirl? Would you like Bailey to come on your face? Do you want to share his load with me?”
Hunter groaned and muttered something affirmative, but I was too busy working my way up the inside of Aiden’s thighs to pay attention.
I fucking loved giving head. I always had.
The way I could take someone apart with only my mouth until they were crying and shaking and coming all over my tongue was an unparalleled experience.
It gave me a heady sense of power, but it was more than that too.
It was a new way for me to take care of people, to make sure they got everything they needed and deserved.
It had always been good with our hookups, but doing it for Aiden and Hunter was so much more intense than I’d ever imagined.
Every time I made them come, it sent an intense wave of pleasure rushing through me.
It wasn’t the same as having an orgasm, but more like a deeply profound sense of pure satisfaction. I couldn’t really explain it.
All I knew was I’d happily spend hours making them moan with my head between their thighs and never get tired.
Aiden cursed as my tongue circled his dick, teasingly flicking over the bundle of nerves.
More groans filled the air as I licked and sucked him, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and moaning as he bucked his hips, his fingers grasping the top of my hair as he started to ride my face.
My hands grasped his thighs, fingers digging into the soft muscle as I tried to pull him closer.
Jonny had told me to show Aiden how I felt, so I poured my devotion into every lick, every kiss, every suck. I wanted to show Aiden there was nobody like me. That I could give him things no one else could.
Desire burned inside my gut, white-hot and all-consuming.
This was where I was always meant to be—spread out and bringing pleasure to the two most important people in my life.
I needed to savour them both, let them mingle on my tongue and caress my lips, sliding down my throat so I was full of them.
“Bailey,” Aiden said, gasping out my name in that same beautiful way he always did when he was close.
I redoubled my efforts, sucking his cock until he shattered.
His cock pulsed on my tongue as he cried out, my name blending with a chorus of broken moans.
It made my dick throb and drip into my joggers, pleased at how hard and fast I’d managed to make him come.
I pressed a gentle, final kiss to his dick before lifting my head and taking in his flushed cheeks, wide eyes, and open mouth. The rugby shirt was rucked up around his chest, and fuck, it looked good on him. I was going to have to see if I could get him a couple of Knights ones to wear.
Although we’d probably never leave the house if he wore them regularly.
“So good for me,” Aiden said. He released my head and beckoned for me to crawl up his body, pouting his lips to silently beg for a kiss.
Hunter was stretched out next to him on the other side of the sofa.
He’d stripped off his shorts and T-shirt, leaving him in the skintight teal trunks he’d put on after training.
The colour looked amazing next to his dark hair and olive skin, the material hugging his thick thighs and stretching over his bulge.
He was palming himself through them, a wet spot blossoming on the material and making my mouth water.
I crawled over Aiden and leant down to kiss him, licking into his mouth so he could taste himself. “Love the way you suck my dick,” he said softly, caressing the side of my face and kissing me. “You love it, don’t you? Getting me off. Being good for me.”
“Yeah, feels good.”
“Just good?”
My face flamed and I swallowed. “No, it’s, er, I like taking care of you and Hunter. Makes me happy.”
Aiden kissed me deeply, and it almost felt like a reward. “Thank you for taking care of us. We’re so lucky to have you.”
I wanted to tell him to stay, that if that was how he felt, then he should be here, with us. But I didn’t have the words. Not when Hunter was whining from beside Aiden, looking at the pair of us with needy doe eyes and a pout.
Aiden smirked. “I think our babygirl wants something, don’t you?”
“Mmm, maybe,” I said.
“Please, it’s… I’m…” Hunter moaned as he palmed himself harder.
I wondered if he’d been about to say it wasn’t fair but wisely decided against it.
Aiden would probably have had something to say about that.
And I doubted it would end with Hunter getting to come anytime soon.
Or maybe he’d make Hunter come so many times he was writhing and overstimulated and crying with pleasure. That would be hot.
Fuck, I wanted to see him like that.
I’d have to suggest it to Aiden. It would be fun to wring Hunter out together.
“You said you’d suck my cock too,” Hunter said.
Aiden chuckled softly as he twisted his head to kiss Hunter. “If you were trying not to whine, you failed. Luckily, I think it’s cute. And we did promise.” He looked back at me. “Bailey, time to put that perfect mouth to good use again.”
“My pleasure.” I kissed Aiden again, then pushed up onto my knees so I could climb off one side of the sofa and step across to Hunter.
He shuffled round and spread his thighs, putting one foot on the floor.
He looked up at me plaintively, his head now resting in Aiden’s lap.
“Take your pants off, babygirl. Show me that pretty cock you want me to suck.”