9. Chapter Nine #3
Then I pulled out, pushing her ass back onto the mattress, and gestured at Bailey. “Clean it.”
She did. Her mouth working me at the end of the bed turned into her mouth working me at the window overlooking the street, close enough that we could see people coming in and out of the restaurant on the other side of the thoroughfare.
I grabbed a chair and pulled her into my lap. She wrapped her legs around me tight, bouncing up and down as she thrust her perky tits into my face. I buried myself in them, licking and sucking, then pulled back and grinned.
“Look down there,” I growled, fucking her harder. “Anyone down there could look up and see what a filthy little slut you are for me, babygirl. They might not be able to see your face, but they’d know what you are all the same—”
Oh fuck.
Bailey slammed herself down on me, going off like a hand grenade in my arms. She stared down at the street below then into my eyes, grinning from ear-to-ear like she’d lost her mind—and never wanted to find it again.
When Bailey’s crazy came out, it came out hard.
“They should,” Bailey panted, leaning over and pressing her hot cheek against the cold glass as my cock pumped in and out of her like a piston. “They should all see what you’re doing! I don’t care, Daddy—I’m so fucking sick of hiding it—I want to to buy a fucking billboard—!”
“I know, babygirl,” I grunted, my hips ratcheting upward. “Me too.”
Bailey’s voice cracked, and suddenly she was back on Debbie’s bed, all her hidden emotions pouring out. “You’re mine,” she whimpered, sobbing as she brought her hips down with everything she had. “You’re mine, Daddy! She got you first, but I get you last! I love you so fucking much and I… I…”
“I’m gonna cum,” I growled, the pleasure going blinding.
Bailey didn’t need to say it. We both felt it.
Another thrust and I went off like a bottle rocket inside her. Bailey held me tight as I came, her lips locked to mine and her desperate gasps saying more than any long-winded declaration of love ever could.
This woman was mine. She wanted to be my last. My everything.
“Bailey,” a voice said from behind us both. “Wow, girl.”
Bailey pressed her forehead against mine, her eyes shut tight. “Kenna…”
“I’m not judging,” she said from the bed. “I’m impressed. Tom was fucking me. Fucking me well, by the way. But you two…” She flashed a lopsided grin. “For a second there, the two of you were making love.”
“I do love him,” Bailey said. “I know I’m doing the thing, McKenna.
I don’t care.” Her gaze shifted from her bestie to me.
“Mine. Always. Say it back, Daddy. It’s the only thing I’ll ever ask you for.
” She glanced down at the carpet, suddenly bashful.
“Then I’ll be the best girl for the rest of the night—”
I was already kissing her. “Mine,” I growled against her ear. “Always.”
She sagged into my embrace like a puppet with its strings cut, wearing a smile like she’d just had her deepest wish granted.
Which was when McKenna sat up, pulled the crooked wig off entirely, and said in a voice that was one hundred percent her and zero percent android:
“I hope you’re not done, Mr. C. I haven’t gotten my prize yet.”
From the face Bailey made, I could tell this was something McKenna had been talking about in the ramp-up to this evening. She pulled off me slowly, her lips nibbling at my neck. “He’s still hard,” she told her best friend.
“He’s gonna be even harder in a second,” McKenna snorted.
Before I could ask her what she meant by that, she rolled to the side and reached under the hotel bed. Underneath was a duffle bag, a change of clothes peeking out from inside, but clothes weren’t what McKenna was looking for.
She pulled out a small, unopened bottle that took my oversexed brain a full beat to identify.
Lubricant.
But both girls were already soaked?
“McKenna?” I asked.
“Bailey got to you first,” the gamer girl snickered, the submissive sex robot gone along with most of her costume.
This wasn’t a performance any longer—this was her, saying exactly what she wanted.
“She tracked you on Sweetheart like a DILF-seeking missile. And that’s cool.
The two of you make the cutest couple I’ve ever seen, and Bailey deserves that happiness.
” She grinned. “But I get a first. And I’m pretty sure it’s a first for you, too. ”
I knew what she was suggesting. The bottle made it pretty much unmistakable.
“McKenna,” I said thickly. “Tonight is already a first. The two of you at the same time, that’s been… words can’t even describe…”
“I’m not talking about a threesome,” McKenna chuckled.
“McKenna, I’ve never—"
“Oh, I know.” The coed's grin went absolutely feral. “Twenty-one years with the fucking ice queen? Tom, I’d bet my entire Steam library on that. That’s the point.
The only thing Debbie ever put up her ass was the stick she had lodged in there.
” She laughed. "Bailey got the first time you fucked a girl half your age while someone called you Daddy in bed. We both got the threesome.” She pressed the bottle into my palm and closed my fingers around it.
“I get to be the first time you do something you’ve never even allowed yourself to want. ”
Jesus.
I looked at the bottle. Then at her.
“You’ve…?” It was as close as I dared get to the question.
“Plenty of times,” she said. “Not with a guy—you’d be my first, not trying to give you a big ego about it—but I’ve done stuff. With my fingers, and… other things.”
“She has a collection of other things,” Bailey added.
“I love it,” McKenna insisted, shaking out her hair. “Genuinely, and not in that ‘I’ll push through it for you’ way girls pretend when they want to get a guy’s motor running. Promise.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
“Oh my God, look at his face.” McKenna crossed one leg over the other and pouted in Bailey’s direction. “He doesn’t believe you’re not the only freak living under his roof, Bailes.”
“He wouldn’t,” my babygirl whispered. She’d curled up against the headboard to watch, a pillow hugged between her legs and beneath her breasts, her face flushed and eyes shining with afterglow. “Debbie made him think anything other than missionary with the lights off was a favor.”
Ouch. That landed harder than either of them had probably intended.
Because it was true, wasn’t it?
Twenty-one years of sex as currency, with the price always a little too high for me to afford.
Twenty-one years of believing the list of activities a woman enjoyed in bed was short enough to fit on a business card.
And that wanting anything not on that list made me the pervert I’d always been afraid I was before matching with my babygirl.
It took one night at the Armada for Bailey to torch that belief.
And here was McKenna at the second, volunteering with the world’s most ‘come and take it’ grin to help me burn the rest.
I must have been lost inside those thoughts, because the next thing I knew McKenna was leaning forward, her hand on my shoulder.
“Hey. I’m being real with you right now.
” She was—both the cosplay show and the brattiness were nowhere to be seen.
“I know I do the competitive thing, and the whole ‘fuck me in the ass’ thing is part of it. But I want this. Me. Because I want to remember for the rest of my life that it was you who I gave it to for the first time.” She nibbled her bottom lip, looking almost nervous.
“Say yes. Don’t think about it. It’s going to blow your fucking mind. "
I nodded. “Yes.”
McKenna beamed. “Glory to humanity,” she whispered.
I didn’t even hear myself make the decision. I was already popping open the bottle.
McKenna winked, then turned around on her hands and knees. “I’m ready, Mr. C. I’ve been ready since the moment I found out you’d finally gone all the way with Bailey.”
Prepping McKenna felt like watching someone else.
I slid one finger inside of her tightest, most forbidden opening, then two, confirming that yes, she did like this and wasn’t just faking.
By the time I’d gotten myself slick and pointed the crown of my cock at her pucker, both of McKenna’s legs were shaking.
“Fuck her, Daddy,” Bailey whispered. She’d left the bed and was standing next to me, chin on my shoulder, watching her best friend with the kind of fascination that told me she was going to be trying this for herself in the not-too-distant future.
“Every time she’s used one of those toys, she was getting herself ready for you.
She didn’t even realize she was teaching her sweet little ass how to properly take your cock… ”
Fuck. Two orgasms tonight and I was still going to explode before we even got this thing started. I tried to think about spreadsheets.
Then I pushed into McKenna’s backdoor, one glorious inch at a time, and the spreadsheet caught fire and burned to ash.
McKenna groaned. I groaned.
“Oh.” The word escaped my lips like a different throat had shaped it. “Oh my God.”
Nothing had prepared me for this. Certainly not Debbie, and not even the way Bailey had exploded my sexual world in the last few weeks.
The crown of my cock disappeared, then an inch of the shaft, McKenna arching her back and her eyes rolling into her head and groans of honest-to-God pleasure spilling from her as she welcomed me inside her.
The tightness was one part of it. Her inner walls gripped me so snugly it was a literal struggle to bottom out inside of her, until it was hard to tell where I ended and she began. But I’d expected that.
What blew my mind was the intimacy of it. The way this girl—bratty, snarky, competitive in the extreme—took me in the most forbidden part of her anatomy, and did it with trembling legs and gorgeous little whimpers and a level of trust that someone like Debbie would have never extended to me.
McKenna was right. It did blow my fucking mind.