Bonus Scene
This scene does not need to be read to enjoy Stephen there’s complimentary lube and condoms in the bedside table,” Diablo says with a wink.
“Ooh, better than a hotel,” I say, nudging Max, who chuckles as he pushes me towards the room.
Donovan groans from the other end of the hall. “Night everyone.”
I go to shout goodnight, but Max closes the door and presses me up against the wall, kissing me intensely.
“You were a flirty little thing tonight, weren’t you,” he moans.
“Sorry, daddy.”
He chuckles, “It’s okay, you know I love to see other men paying you attention.”
We have an amazing sex life, and our relationship is incredible; but my libido is much higher than his, so we’ve had to find other ways to keep the balance. But when other men flirt with me, it often gets him in the mood.
“Does this mean that you want to do stuff tonight?” I ask.
“Go and get ready, beautiful,” he whispers.
I grin and race towards the bathroom, if I’m getting prepped, that means one thing…
We’re all about blow jobs usually, I love giving head, and he loves seeing me get off so loves to reciprocate, but he’s not always up for anal.
And that’s okay, we’ve found what works for us.
The way we’re intimate together, he makes me feel more than anyone else I’ve ever been with; I wouldn’t trade our connection for anything.
But sometimes, he is in the mood, and… well, anal with him, blows my mind.
Who knew all it would take was flirting with some bikers…
I prep and shower, also taking the time to moisturize and put on some of my favorite lingerie—a mesh underbust corset with some lace panties, and edible glitter on my nipples.
Max likes it when I look pretty for him.
I finish the look with some thigh-high suspenders and slinky heels, that I’m very grateful I packed.
Leaving my bag in the restroom, I prepare to make my grand entrance, giving myself a final once over in the mirror.
“I’m ready for you, daddy,” I say, opening the door and stepping out.
“Holy shit, darlin’,” Pretty Boy says.
“Uh…” My words choke, not making me sound sexy at all.
“Surprise, beautiful,” Max chuckles.
My gut reaction is to scream with excitement; he enjoys watching me with other men, and this is one of the ways we’ve found balance in our sex life, but he’s never surprised me with it, it’s usually a discussion we have beforehand.
I never in my wildest dreams thought it would be happening tonight, and not just with one guy, but two.
“You do look beautiful,” Tank says.
“What’s going on?” I ask, playing innocent, not wanting to seem too eager, or get ahead of myself.
“Max mentioned that you might be up for having some fun tonight,” Pretty Boy says in his sexy drawl. “We just came by to see if that’s true.”
I glance over at Max. “Really?” I ask, needing to know that he’s okay with this.
He nods and makes his way to the comfy chair in the corner, sitting and patting his knee. I walk towards him and sit, wrapping my arms around his neck. He kisses along my jaw before whispering in my ear, “I told them if they wanted to get the best blow jobs of their lives, they could come on over.”
My heart catches in my throat. Holy shit.
I look at the men again; both are insanely hot.
Tank is tall, he’s got to be about six foot four, and he’s broad and stocky.
His skin is a rich mahogany, and his arms are covered in tattoos, I wonder if they cover the rest of his body.
Pretty Boy’s also tall, about six foot, but he’s got dirty blonde hair with blue eyes and sun-tanned skin.
His chin and jaw are covered in stubble, which I’m curious to rub my face against.
“You’re sure?” I ask Max.
He nods and pulls me into a kiss. “I want to watch you have fun, beautiful. I’ll stop it if I need to.” He turns his attention to Tank and Pretty Boy. “Our safe word is donuts, so if either of us say it, everything stops, immediately, no questions asked. You both leave, understood?”
They both glance at each other before nodding.
“I guess we’ll do the same,” Pretty Boy says. “I’ve never been with a guy before, so I don’t know how this is gonna go.”
“Me neither,” Tank adds, “but we’re open to experimenting.”
“Okay,” Max says, “donuts is the safe word for all of us.”
He taps me on the ass, prompting me to go to them, but I kiss him again and whisper, “Thank you,” against his lips.
I stand and face them both, letting them take in the sight of me as I stroke my fingers along my corset.
“I know you haven’t been with a guy before, but you should both know that I’m not like most guys,” I say, giving them a twirl, showing off in my lace panties and corset.
“Oh, we know,” Tank chuckles.
“You think you can handle me, big guy?”
“Show me what you’ve got,” he smirks.
I slink towards them, always feeling sexier when I’m prepped and in lingerie, I’m literally ready to take them any way they want.
“You’re both here to get your cocks sucked, but what do I get in return?”
“What do you want?” Tank asks, the look in his eyes makes me blush.
“What’s on the table? Are you okay with kissing?”
He nods, so I move closer, and even though I’m in heels, I still need to lift onto tiptoes to kiss him.
He grips me around my waist and pulls me tight, claiming my mouth in a way I didn’t expect.
His lips feel amazing, and he moans when I tease his mouth with my tongue.
I can already feel his enormous cock pressing into my stomach.
“Someone’s into kissing guys more than he thought,” I whisper, so only Tank can hear me, and he groans again.
I look over at Pretty Boy, he’s standing back a bit, not as confident as Tank, definitely not looking ready to be kissed yet.
“Can I take your shirts off?” I ask, thinking he might be more comfortable with that.
They both nod this time, and I step towards Pretty Boy, sliding his leather cut off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt.
“Someone’s got the body of a Calvin Klein model,” I say, and he chuckles, relaxing a bit.
I’m not lying, his abs look like they’ve been sculpted, and his biceps are perfect.
There’s not a mark on his skin; I’d expected him to have tattoos.
I run my hands down him lightly but leave it at that, turning back to Tank.
I do the same with his cut and shirt, but he’s covered with tattoos and it’s beautiful.
He already let me kiss him, so I lean in and run my tongue along his chest, flicking over his nipple as I go, loving the rumble that emanates from him.
“Do you want me to undress or am I leaving the lingerie on.”
“Leave it on,” Pretty Boy says, stepping closer and running a finger over the mesh. “It’s doing things for me.”
I lower to my knees and start unbuckling his belt, usually I’d make eye contact, but I worry that it will be too intense for him.
“This okay?” I ask, glancing up, and he nods.
Pretty Boy
It’s crazy to think that a passing comment has led me to this moment.
One minute I was apologizing to Max for being playful with Jamie, not wanting to cause drama between them, and the next he’s telling me that their relationship is open to a degree, so it doesn’t faze him to see Jamie flirt with other men, in fact, he likes it.
That’s when Tank joined the conversation, asking how exactly that works, when they’re clearly boyfriends.
Apparently this isn’t uncommon for them, they’ve invited men to join them before, with Max enjoying watching Jamie with other guys.
One joke about getting the best blow job of our lives later, and here we both are.
I’ve never even entertained the idea of being with a guy before, and now I’ve got a man lowering to his knees in front of me. Granted, he’s very pretty, with his pink hair, lingerie, and is that glitter on his nipples?
“This okay?” he asks, unbuckling my belt.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Holy shit, this is really happening.
I glance up at Tank, but his eyes are firmly on Jamie.
This isn’t the first time we’ve shared someone; we quite often share the club girls.
Diablo never shared, and he’d kill you before sharing Beth, that’s for sure.
And Slim doesn’t share with guys, but often takes two or more girls to his room, well, before he moved out anyway.
I’ve never had a problem sharing a girl with Tank though, there’s no competition between us, and zero interest in each other, it’s the fun of pushing the girl to her limits that we enjoy.
But this is different, instead of a girl on her knees between us, it’s a guy.
Something about it is obviously working for me though, because when he lowers my boxers my cock is hard.
I’m not as big as Tank in that department, but I know how to use it and haven’t had any complaints yet.
And Jamie seems happy with what he sees, smiling up at me through his lashes.
“You sure do look pretty on your knees, darlin’,” I murmur.
He smirks and leans forward, licking the underside of my cock from base to tip. I watch as he continues to play and explore, taking his time, enjoying this, every so often flicking his gaze towards Max, who remains still, eyes firmly on Jamie.
Bringing his hands to rest on my ass, he takes all of me in his mouth, not even a whimper or a gag, which is the usual response I get.
He doesn’t have a fucking gag reflex. Holy shit.
Using his hands on my ass he thrusts me into his mouth a few times, before sucking as well, making my head drop back as I moan.
I bring my hand to his hair and gently pull him off me. “You’re just too tempting,” I say, “maybe you should pay Tank some attention before I ruin that pretty little mouth of yours. I bet he can make you gag.”