Chapter Thirty-One
Aiden
I did wonder whether I was being foolish by uprooting my entire life for a relationship that had barely gotten off the ground, but then I saw the way Bailey and Hunter looked at me, and I knew I was making the right decision.
I wanted to be with them more than I’d ever wanted anything, and the feeling was so overwhelming it was almost terrifying.
I’d never pictured myself being the sort of man who’d immediately throw my all into a relationship, but then again, I’d never been with anyone like Hunter and Bailey.
And while the timeline felt very sped up, I kept thinking about how we’d been texting all summer and how I’d clung to those messages during my long, lonely days.
Jonny had teasingly mentioned maybe getting faster responses from me in future, now he knew I was capable of responding in less than three to six business days, but I’d already told him that was never going to happen.
Bailey and Hunter existed in a separate category inside my brain, an exclusive club that nobody else would ever belong to.
As soon as I saw anything from them, I felt compelled to respond, my mind and fingers itching to see what they’d sent me.
Jonny was only my brother, and nothing he had to say would ever be as important.
“Are you going to look for a flat near the kitchen then? As long as it all goes through,” Bailey asked.
The three of us were stretched out on their sofa, with me sandwiched between them, watching old sitcom reruns none of us really had to concentrate on.
We’d talked about watching a film, and I was desperate to introduce them to some of my favourite rom-coms, but we’d decided against it because there was a good chance we’d get sidetracked twenty minutes in.
Need thrummed gently under my skin, waiting for one of us to make a move. We’d made plans for this weekend, but I wasn’t going to push if Hunter was too tired to get fucked. There’d been a lot of scrums and lineouts throughout the afternoon, so he’d been kept very busy.
I had really enjoyed watching him get lifted into the air. Mostly because his shorts always rode up and the way Mason’s hands cupped his arse highlighted how round and firm it was.
“Yeah, I think so,” I said, my fingers lazily skating over their thighs, casually getting closer to their dicks and then circling away. “It might be a bit of a pain in the arse to get everything to line up, but Jonny said I can always crash with him and Devon if I need to.”
“How do you feel about that?” Hunter asked, swallowing loudly and shifting in his seat.
“I’ll cope, especially if it’s only for a few weeks. We’d both be busy too, which is good. The less time we spend together, the less likely we are to fall out.”
“You’d always be welcome here. And you can have Hunter’s bed if you want to stay over,” Bailey said slowly.
He had his eyes on the TV, trying to pretend he wasn’t affected by what I was doing.
But his dick was betraying him. His erection was visible through the front of his joggers, his shaft pressing against the soft grey material.
“I’ll take you up on that.” I smiled casually, like I wasn’t teasing the fuck out of him. I really did appreciate his offer, though, and that neither of them had made a big deal about the fact I didn’t want to share a bed.
I was happy to make exceptions for special occasions and holidays, but with our differing sleep schedules, their size, Hunter’s determination to impersonate a starfish, my tendency to overheat, and my dislike for being touched while I was sleeping, it made sense to keep to separate spaces.
Besides, having our own bedrooms didn’t mean we’d have less sex. It was literally so we got the sleep we needed and didn’t turn into raging, exhausted dickheads. Because if that happened, we definitely wouldn’t be fucking.
Hunter let out a soft groan and pushed up into my touch, his own hand grabbing my thigh and squeezing. “Aiden,” he said, a soft begging note in his voice.
“Yeah?”
“You… you’re…”
“I’m what?”
“You’re teasing me,” Hunter whined. He was looking down at me with big doe eyes, desperation written across his face.
It had been a couple of weeks, I supposed. Even if I had kept him and Bailey busy in the meantime.
And I had made him a lot of very filthy promises.
“I am,” I said, not bothering to hide it.
“It’s… it’s not fair.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want more. Y-You promised.” He groaned again as I brushed my fingers over his fabric-covered cock, dipping my hand between his legs to caress the inside of his thigh. He slid further down the sofa and spread his thighs open wide.
“Hmm, I suppose I did.” I kept caressing his thigh, trying to pretend I wasn’t fussed about the way Hunter was turning into putty in my hand.
When all I really wanted to do was tell him to get on his knees and show me his pretty hole.
He’d picked out so many great toys for me to use on him, and the hardest part would be deciding where to start.
“What do you think, Bailey?” I asked, turning to face the beautiful man sat next to me.
The bulge in his joggers had gotten bigger and there was a wet spot starting to form on them, blotting the light grey fabric.
It made me want to lean down and suck it out.
“Should I fuck our babygirl? Do you think he deserves it? Or shall I keep teasing him?”
Bailey let out a soft moan, his hips jerking slightly as he tried to resist the temptation to press into my touch. “He played well today, and, fuck, we did promise. And I always keep my promises.”
“Mmm, so do I,” I said, leaning back and tilting my head up to brush my lips against Bailey’s. “What do you want? Do you want to fuck him after me? Or do you want to use that perfect mouth of his?”
“His mouth… and maybe his arse? If I haven’t come.”
“You don’t wanna come twice?”
His attempted laugh melted into another moan as I brushed his cock. “A-Another time. I wanna see how many times we can make Hunter come.”
“Me too.” I glanced over at Hunter, who was watching us with sweet desperation. Fuck, I’d never get over how good he looked like this. It would be seared into my brain forever. “Would you like that, babygirl? Want to see how many times we can make you come on all those toys you picked out?”
“P-Please.”
“So good for us,” I said as I tipped forward and leant up to kiss him, my hand still buried between his thighs.
“I can’t wait to watch you take me. Maybe afterwards we’ll even plug you up for a bit to keep you open.
Then Bailey can use your pretty, stretched hole later. Fill you up with plenty of cum.”
Hunter groaned, his hand flying up to grip my jaw and pull me into a hungry kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip as he tried to devour me. It was so fucking sexy and my cock throbbed. I loved reducing him to a needy slut.
I loved it even more knowing nobody before me had realised that’s what he was. That he needed someone to put him on his knees and make him beg for cock.
“Take your clothes off and get on your knees,” I said, pouring the words into his mouth like a shot of vodka.
“H-Here? Or should I go—”
“Here. Your sofa cushions will wash.” I kissed him.
Hard. “I want to fuck you here, so every time you sit down, every time you walk in, every time you see it, you’ll think of me.
And you’ll remember who you belong to. Who you both belong to.
” I twisted around to kiss Bailey, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, my hand on his chest. “Both of you are mine. And I never want you to forget it. Okay?”
“Yes,” Bailey murmured as he melted against me.
“Yes, sir,” Hunter whispered. I smirked. I didn’t know if he realised what he’d said, but we could revisit that later. If he wanted to call me sir, I wasn’t opposed. It had a nice ring to it.
“Then do as you’re told, and strip,” I said, raising my eyebrow at Hunter as I waited for him to move.
He snapped into action and began throwing off his clothes.
I was tempted to tell him to stop and fold them, but I wasn’t that mean.
Instead, I stood up and retrieved my bag, which I’d left behind the sofa for easy access, and took out what I wanted.
Hunter had picked out a large tentacle dildo, a dragon dick with thick ridges on the shaft, and one with a knot. I’d brought some regular dildos too, and a smaller tentacle—in case he changed his mind—as well as my harness, vibe, and a large bottle of lube.
There was also an XXL dragon dildo I’d ordered for fun, but when it had arrived, I’d realised Hunter would never want to take it. But they’d insisted I bring it so it could be some sort of sculpture on the unit behind the sofa.
I grinned as I passed it to Bailey. “There you go. Your new room accessory.”
Bailey laughed, hefting it in his hand and turning it over, mouth open in shock. “Holy fuck, this is… Who the fuck is taking this?”
“You’d be surprised,” I said with a shrug as he stuck it down, looking ridiculously gleeful as he did.
I was betting a photo of it would end up in some sort of group chat by tomorrow.
Hunter’s eyes were wide as he stared at it.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to fuck you with it.
If you ever wanted to take something that size, you’d need a lot of prep.
And we’d be doing it outside the season. ”
Hunter swallowed but he didn’t say anything.
Our babygirl really was turning into a slutty size queen.
I threw the lube at Bailey, who caught it without thinking.
“Open him up for me, Bailey,” I said as I pulled my hoodie off, which was technically his but mine by right of boyfriend-based thievery.
“He needs to take at least three fingers, preferably four. And if he wants to come, he can.”
“Mmm, can I swallow it?” Bailey asked as Hunter knelt on the sofa in front of him, arse in the air.
“Of course you can.”
Bailey tapped Hunter’s thigh. “Change of plan, babygirl. Spread yourself out for me. I want to suck your cock while I finger you.”
Hunter moaned as he flipped over and sprawled out, lifting his hips.
Bailey smirked hungrily and two seconds later he had his face buried between Hunter’s arse cheeks, licking him open as Hunter gasped.
I undressed slowly as I watched the pair of them together, my fingers slowly circling my cock because the sight of them was too good to resist. I wasn’t trying to get myself off, though.
Tonight was about wringing Hunter out, and I couldn’t do that if I was exhausted.
“Does that feel good?” I asked, putting my toys on the sofa and leaning down to kiss Hunter.
Bailey was already two fingers deep, pumping them in and out as he wrapped his lips around Hunter’s leaking cock.
He was grinding his dick hard against the sofa as he sucked and fucked Hunter, but I wasn’t going to tell him to stop. He deserved to enjoy himself too.
And I had a sneaking suspicion Bailey could easily come while doing this. He had such a deep-seated need to be of service, and bringing Hunter to orgasm while following my instructions would hit every one of those buttons.
“Y-Yeah! It feels… fuck, it’s so good… I…
” Hunter cried out and arched his back, his face slack with pleasure as Bailey tormented his prostate.
Over the past few weeks, I’d realised Bailey loved to see how fast he could make Hunter come.
I thought his record was about four minutes.
I reckoned with practice we could get it down to two.
Some people liked it when their partners lasted forever, but I was in the same camp as Bailey. It was more fun to see how fast I could make them come. And how many times.
“Let go, baby. It’s okay,” I said, leaning over him to tease one of his nipples with my tongue. “Come for us, Hunter. Give Bailey your cum.”
“I’m… fuck, I’m coming!” A loud groan tore from his throat as his back arched off the sofa, bliss blossoming across his face as he shot his load down Bailey’s throat.
Bailey moaned, humping the sofa erratically as he swallowed every drop, slowing the thrusting of his fingers and changing the angle but not pulling them out of Hunter’s arse.
He lifted his head to release Hunter’s cock, licking his lips as a beautiful strawberry flush spread across his face, and he awkwardly glanced down, the desperate movement of his hips finally coming to a halt.
I grinned knowingly, leaning over to steal a kiss, tasting Hunter’s cum on his tongue. “Did you come too, baby?”
“Y-Yeah,” Bailey said quietly, apparently embarrassed by what had happened, even though it was hot as fuck. “I’m sorry, I’ve never…”
I kissed him again. “Don’t apologise. Never apologise.
You like being of service, don’t you? Taking care of Hunter with me?
It gets you so hard. I saw you humping the cushions.
” I stole another kiss, reassuring him with the press of my lips.
He really was such a service top, and it was deliciously sexy.
“You’re so perfect, Bailey. Our beautiful caretaker. It’s so fucking hot.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Seriously fucking hot.” He still had two fingers in Hunter’s arse and I nodded my head at them. “Want to keep going or want to strip off first?”
He thought for a second, his cheeks still pink. The colour really suited him. Next time I was going to make him come deliberately, watch him make a mess while he took Hunter apart. Maybe then I’d make Hunter clean him up. “I want to keep playing with him. You asked me to, and I… I haven’t…”
Fuck, could he be any more perfect? I’d given him a job to do and he didn’t want to move until he’d finished it. “Perfect boy,” I said, kissing him again. “Keep going then. Make him take four for me.”
I sat back on the sofa by Hunter’s head, watching as Bailey started to work him open again. Hunter gasped, his spent cock giving an interested twitch against his thigh. “Is this okay?” I asked him.
“Yeah… it’s fucking amazing.”
“Good. If you want to stop, then say and we stop.”
“Okay.”
“Thank you.” It was my turn to kiss him now and I did, sliding my tongue into his mouth as he moaned. He was already losing himself to pleasure and it was truly incredible to watch.
I just had one more question for him before we wrung him out any further. “Tell me, baby. Which toy do you want to start with?”