Chapter One #2
We stumbled inside as the door finally opened, my hand searching for the kitchen light. I didn’t know this house well and the last thing I wanted was for anyone to fall over and break something.
“Where are we going?” Hunter asked, glancing around.
“This way,” I said. I stepped away from Bailey, and the two of them followed me like eager puppies towards the stairs and up to the spare room Jonny had given me. Luckily, it was at the end of the corridor away from his room so I didn’t have to constantly listen to him and Devon fucking.
As soon as the door closed behind us, the two of them crowded around me. Bailey drew me in for a kiss as Hunter pressed against my other side, his hard cock digging into me from behind the confines of his jeans.
“Tell us, is there anything you need from us? Anything you don’t want us to say? Do?” Hunter asked, voice rough with need. “What sort of thing do you like?”
“You’re sweet,” I said, breaking away from Bailey and turning slightly to face him.
Bailey hooked his head back over my shoulder, arms snaking back around my waist. His fingers slipped casually under my T-shirt, thumb stroking my stomach.
I didn’t know if he was trying to distract me, but it wasn’t helping me think.
“You can touch me wherever you want, suck my dick, eat me out. I don’t mind you fingering either of my holes, but only one or two fingers—any more doesn’t work for me.”
“Do you actually want us to finger you?” Bailey asked. “You said you don’t bottom, so we don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s not my favourite.” I twisted my face slightly so I could kiss him. “Honestly, I’d rather get my strap out and be the one doing the fucking. But again, if neither of you bottom.” I glanced between them, noting the slight flush on Hunter’s cheeks.
Oh, that was interesting.
Clearly, the man had secrets, maybe ones he hadn’t even admitted to himself. If I was lucky, perhaps I’d convince him to spill them. Or give me the chance to melt his brain a little. “Do you even play with each other? Or is this strictly a ‘finding someone to go in the middle’ arrangement?”
“I mean, we don’t usually,” Hunter said. “But, er…” He trailed off, leaving my mind exploding with possibilities.
A smirk played across my lips as I reached back and put my hand on Bailey’s neck, gently tugging him forward. “Aww, I think Hunter wants a kiss. He’s just too shy to ask. Give him one?”
Bailey hesitated for a second. Then he tilted his head and pressed a slow, tentative kiss to Hunter’s mouth. I moaned with delight as I watched them, seeing exactly the moment when any worries they’d been holding on to vanished.
Their kiss turned fierce, delicious groans filling the room as they realised what they’d been missing out on.
My fingers slid into the back of Bailey’s hair as I kissed his neck, happy to let them explore while I watched. They clearly had a lot to catch up on.
“Fuck,” Hunter said, panting as the two of them broke apart. There was a deep flush across his nose, a new fire burning in his eyes as he looked between us.
“He’s a good kisser, isn’t he?” I asked, stealing my own kiss from Bailey as I leant back against him, practically draping myself over his arm. “You’ll have to kiss him more often.” I sighed with pleasure. Then I reached out and tugged at the bottom of Hunter’s T-shirt.
He grinned, taking it out of my hands and shrugging it off over his head, exposing a very hairy chest and miles of muscle. It wasn’t a gym-cut six-pack, but I preferred his thickness and the tiny bit of softness covering it.
“Damn, you’re hot as fuck!” I put my hands out and caressed his chest, flicking my thumb over his nipple.
He groaned as I closed the gap between us and sucked his nipple into my mouth, the sound sending heat running through me.
Behind me, I heard a rustle of fabric and the clink of a belt.
Bailey clearly hadn’t wanted to be left out.
I trailed my lips across Hunter’s chest to his other nipple, pulling it gently with my teeth. He gasped as I teased him, the nubs hardening as I toyed with them.
“Can I take this off?” Bailey murmured, kissing the side of my neck as he toyed with the hem of my shirt. “Wanna kiss you all over.”
I released Hunter’s nipple and straightened slightly. “Sure.”
The fabric slid easily over my arms as I lifted them, leaving me shirtless and sandwiched between them. I could feel the heat coming off their bodies as Bailey hummed happily, immediately starting to kiss all over my shoulders.
“So sexy,” Hunter said. He smiled hungrily as his fingers gently brushed over the slim pink scars from my top surgery. I’d never been self-conscious of them, and half the time I forgot they were there, like another tattoo. But I appreciated Hunter’s gentle acknowledgment.
Recognition, acceptance, and desire, all in one simple touch.
His hands skimmed down my sides to grip my hips, and I nearly laughed because the height difference was painfully obvious like this, when he was trying to bend far enough to reach my chest with his mouth.
I took a slow step to the side, leading them towards the bed.
It was barely a double, and the three of us definitely wouldn’t fit properly on it, but I was happy to get creative.
My hand found Hunter’s chest and I pushed him down onto the mattress.
“Take your jeans off,” I said as I reached for the button on mine, glancing at Bailey as I popped it open.
He was already naked, his hard cock standing out impressively.
I had several toys that size.
And some bigger.
Fuck, I wished one of them was open to being fucked. Because I desperately needed to make a man cry on my cock.
Maybe next time. If they were up for another round next time I was in the area.
That would give Hunter time to delve into the thoughts he was clearly having but not quite ready to explore.
I pushed my jeans and boxers over my thighs, letting them drop on the floor at my feet.
Hunter’s eyes roamed appreciatively over me from the bed while Bailey licked his lips, his fingers flexing like he was desperate to reach out and touch.
For a sportsman, he really was a gentleman. It was almost cute.
“Get on the bed, Bailey,” I said. “I want to watch you and Hunter make out while I suck his dick. Mmm, don’t pout, baby. I’ll suck yours too.”
“What about if I want to suck yours?” Bailey asked, putting his arms around me again. He clearly loved to touch, like I’d disappear if he wasn’t holding on to me.
“You can both suck me off. I can come twice.” I smirked as I kissed him. “Three times if you’re really good with your tongue.”
“Fuuuck. Can you both get the fuck over here?” Hunter’s hand was wrapped around his cock but he wasn’t stroking it. He was too busy watching us.
“Are you jealous?” I asked teasingly as I climbed onto the bed between his legs.
“No. Just… horny.”
“You can be jealous. It’s okay. But don’t worry, I can pay attention to both of you.
” I ran my hands up his thighs, marvelling at how big his legs were.
“So gorgeous,” I murmured, pressing kisses to the heated skin.
“I fucking love your legs. Mmm, this is sexy too.” I kissed across his stomach, trailing my lips down the line of hair that ran to his cock.
The bed dipped again as Bailey climbed onto it, but he didn’t stretch out next to Hunter. Instead he lay on his back between my legs, his hand gently pressing on my hip. “Lift up, Aiden. Want to suck your cock.”
I wasn’t going to say no. I spread my knees a little wider, to make it more comfortable for both of us, then put one hand on the bed beside Hunter’s hip so I could keep my balance while my other hand grasped his shaft, guiding it to my waiting mouth.
Hunter gasped as I slowly flicked my tongue across the silky head of his dick, tasting the salty-sweetness of his precum.
But as I wrapped my lips around him, my focus was sharply pulled away by Bailey’s tongue.
“Fuck,” I groaned, the word muffled by Hunter’s dick.
I sucked him a bit further into my mouth, keeping my hand on his shaft, as Bailey began to take me apart.
He clearly knew what the fuck he was doing as he licked and sucked me, groaning with need as he buried his face between my legs.
I hadn’t been with anyone this good in a while, and it was distracting as fuck.
Not that I was complaining, but shit, at this rate Hunter was going to have to get himself off.
But then Hunter whined, clearly thinking I was teasing him with my achingly slow pace, and the sound was like a knife through my senses. Men whimpering and whining had always been my weakness. I’d do anything for them.
“Sorry, baby,” I said, pulling off his cock for a second to look up at him and wink. “Bailey is very good with his mouth.”
“Y-Yeah?” Hunter asked, wide-eyed and desperate.
“Yeah. You should try it. I bet he’d suck you off if you asked nicely.”
He moaned, eyes still wide like he was trying to process what I’d said. But now wasn’t the time for him to think about it. All I wanted him to do was focus on me.
Hunter’s hips bucked off the bed as I suddenly took him deep in my mouth, swallowing around his shaft as my saliva slicked his skin, dripping between my lips and sliding across my fingers. His cock was thick and I almost gagged as he thrust up, needily seeking more.
“S-Sorry.” He grunted as I pulled back, his hand finding mine on the bed and interlacing our fingers together. “Please, don’t stop.”
I hummed around him as I began to move my head up and down, more moans rumbling in my throat as Bailey sucked me harder. Fuck, it was like he was trying to murder me.
My thighs were already trembling, heat building in my gut as my cock throbbed under his tongue. He chuckled and moaned, the sound and taste of me clearly getting him off. Jesus fucking Christ, I could barely think. My entire world had narrowed to Bailey’s mouth and Hunter’s dick.
Merry fucking Christmas to me.
“Bailey,” I said with a breathless pant as I pulled off Hunter’s cock, drawing another whine from his chest. “I’m… I’m close.”
“Come all over my face,” Bailey said. His words were barely audible but I got the fucking message when he wrapped his lips around me and sucked.
“Fuck!” I cried out as my legs trembled, my cock throbbing as my orgasm pulsed through me, making wetness drip down his chin. My mind spun wildly as pleasure rearranged my thoughts into an incoherent mess. My hand was still on Hunter’s shaft, jerking him erratically.
Shit, what had Bailey done to me? My focus was shot.
I couldn’t have Hunter thinking I’d lost my shit. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was bad at this.
“Hunter,” I said as I licked his shaft, groaning because Bailey was still casually licking my dick, drawing out my orgasm until I almost wanted to squirm. “Want you to come in my mouth.”
“Yeah, I… I can do that,” Hunter said. He sounded so fucking wrecked already and he hadn’t even come. It made me even more desperate to see what he was like afterwards. And then I could get my mouth on Bailey in the sweetest form of revenge I knew.
Because if I was getting Hunter’s cum, then I wanted Bailey’s too.
I sucked Hunter deep, tightening my lips around him as I caressed his shaft with my tongue.
He groaned and gasped, fingers squeezing mine as he pushed his hips up, fighting the urge to thrust into my mouth.
“Aiden, I…” He came with a deep, rumbling moan as his load coated my tongue, filling my mouth and sliding down my throat as I tried to swallow all of it.
As I slowly pulled off him, licking up the last bit of cum that had escaped, I felt Bailey moving behind me.
He slid out from underneath me and climbed over our legs, kneeling next to me with his cock in hand.
His pale skin was flushed all the way down his chest, his body heaving as he looked down at Hunter and me.
“P-Please,” he said with a groan, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he pumped his dick, the slap of skin filling the air. “I want… I need…”
“I know,” I said, pushing myself up far enough to turn, resting my hand on Hunter’s thigh. His fingers moved with mine, resting on top as I gripped his leg. “Do you need my mouth too? Want me to swallow your load as well? Is that it?”
Bailey nodded. “Please, Aiden. I’m so close.”
“Mmm, I like the way you say please.” I smirked and tilted my head closer, opening my mouth so I could envelop his cock. He wasn’t quite as thick as Hunter, but he was slightly longer with a curved tip that bumped against the roof of my mouth.
Bailey moaned sweetly, his hand still around the base of his dick, the pair of us working together to get him off.
I didn’t think it would take long considering how worked up he’d looked, but I almost wanted to make him last longer because he was vocal as fuck and I loved men who weren’t afraid to groan.
Shit, I really hoped they’d be up for more in future. Because as fun as one night would be, it wasn’t enough time to do everything I wanted with them.
My name dripped beautifully off Bailey’s tongue as he came, his hand flying to my shoulder to steady himself as he flooded my mouth with his release. He tasted different to Hunter. Not quite as salty. I liked both, though.
The three of us collapsed into a heap on the bed, our sweaty skin sticking us together as they pressed against me.
Their arms were both wrapped around my chest, making me feel simultaneously smothered and safe.
They were both smiling, and I kept looking between them, trying to study how different the expressions were on both of their faces.
“That was fun,” Hunter said softly as he trailed kisses up and down my neck.
“It was,” I said. “Do you have to rush off? Or do you want to stay a bit longer?”
“Do you mind if we stay?” Bailey asked. He was running his hand casually up and down my thigh, tracing the outline of my recently acquired slutty little thigh tattoo.
“Of course not.” I smirked as I leant in to kiss him. I could still taste myself on his tongue and my grin widened as I wondered how much he’d tasted himself before. And how much he’d tasted Hunter too. “I’ve only come once, and I want more than that.”
Hunter chuckled beside me. “Is that a hint?”
“Depends. Do you prefer hints or orders?”
A thin strip of blush crept across his nose. I tilted my head back and kissed him. “Get me off, Hunter. It’s your turn to show me what you can do.”
He groaned as he kissed me deeply, tongue licking into my mouth.
Then he let go of me and began to slide down the bed.