Chapter Seventeen
“Hey, Nash.” Sawyer, in jeans and a Toledo Mud Hens T-shirt, came to a stop beside the bed with a wicked smile on his face. “How’s it going?”
Nash sat back on his haunches, pulling himself away from Bailey with an effort. “Pretty good, Sawyer. You?”
“Can’t complain.” Still smiling, Sawyer looked down at Bailey. “Who’s this?”
“This is Bailey.”
Sawyer looked down at her, laid out like a feast. Legs spread, pussy wet. Nipples hard, mouth red and swollen. And her eyes—heavy-lidded with lust and all but on fire with excitement.
“Hey, Bailey.” Sawyer reached down and, with one long finger, flicked her nipple. “How come you’re naked?”
Bailey glanced at Nash, a question in her eyes. He nodded, urging her to go with it. “Tell him, babe.”
Licking her lips, she looked back at Sawyer. “Because I like to fuck.”
Sawyer’s smile grew. “Nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“Not from where I’m standing,” Ava said, coming to stand beside Sawyer. She was wearing a body-skimming dress in white with black boots that put her two inches above Sawyer. “Mmm, you look delicious.”
Nash nearly grinned when Bailey blushed to the roots of her hair. “What do you say, Bailey?”
“Thank you,” Bailey said, so breathless the words were almost soundless.
Ava winked. “You’re welcome, love.”
T strolled around to the other side of the bed. “How’s she like to fuck, Nash?”
“Well, that’s the thing,” Nash said. “She’s got what you might call a fetish.”
“A fetish, huh?” T put his hands on his hips, pulling his black T-shirt tight across his chest. “What kind of fetish?”
“She likes to get used,” Nash said softly. “Don’t you, Bailey?”
Bailey licked her lips, her eyes flicking from person to person before landing on Nash. “Yes.”
“How?” Nash demanded.
She kept her eyes on Nash. “Like a filthy slut who’ll do anything to come.”
Ava clapped her hands together and squealed with glee. “Oh, that’s my favorite kind!”
“Mine, too,” T enthused.
“Can we use her, Sawyer? Please?”
Sawyer scratched his head. “I think it’s up to Nash. She’s his slut, after all.”
“Are you my slut, Bailey?” Nash asked softly.
Eyes shining, breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths, she bobbed her head in a slow nod. “Yes, Nash. I’m your slut.”
“You wanna get used by my friends?”
“Yes, please.”
“Such a polite little tart,” Ava teased.
“Well, I gotta give my slut what she wants, don’t I?” Nash murmured and, ignoring the others, leaned forward to give her one last kiss. When it broke, he kept his lips against hers to whisper, “I won’t leave.”
“Thank you,” she whispered back, eyes shining with gratitude and lust and something else that made his heart leap with hope.
“I’m first,” Ava chirped, and he eased back off the bed, holding her gaze until Ava leaped on the bed and blocked his line of sight.
“Why do you get to go first?” T wondered.
“Because she’s going to taste like latex when you lads are done with her, and I want pure pussy.”
“Well, at least turn her around so I can get at her mouth,” T complained.
Ava heaved a sigh and looked down at Bailey. “Men,” she said, aggravated, and Bailey giggled. Ava waved a hand at T. “Fine, do what you gotta. But I’m first in that cunt.”
“A hole’s a hole,” T said cheerfully and reached down to slap Bailey on the thigh. “Come on, doll, swing around so I can get at that mouth. There you go—no, hang your head right over the edge, I want a straight shot at your throat.”
Bailey settled cross ways on the bed, head hanging off the edge and knees up, her feet planted. Ava laid a hand on each knee and parked herself between them, purring with delight at her first look at Bailey’s spread pussy.
Behind her, Sawyer gave a low whistle. “That’s a pretty used pussy already.”
“Yeah, I see beard burn,” Ava observed, shooting Nash an arch look. “That your work, handsome?”
“Guilty.”
“You leave anything behind other than spit?”
Nash watched T shuck off his clothes, revealing a tight, hairless body and a jutting cock. It wasn’t long, but it was thick. “I didn’t fuck her, if that’s what you mean.”
“Good.” He looked back at Ava to see her lick her lips. She slid off the bed to stand on the floor, nudging Sawyer out of the way, then bent forward and stuck her face in Bailey’s pussy.
“Oh-glargh!” Bailey said, and Nash’s eyes shot back to her face in time to see T sink his dick into her mouth.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” T sighed. He leaned forward, grabbing onto Bailey’s tits—for pleasure or support, Nash wasn’t sure—and grinned at Nash. “These are some superior tits, buddy.”
“I’ve always thought so,” Nash agreed.
“Good mouth, too.” T pushed forward slightly then pulled back, dragging his spit-soaked dick across Bailey’s face, and she sucked in a gasping breath. Then he was back in her mouth, not stopping this time until his balls rested on her nose.
Her hands flew up and back to latch onto T’s ass.
“That’s good, baby, you let me know when you need to breathe,” he told her with callous cheer while giving Nash a reassuring nod. “I’m just gonna fuck this throat and squeeze these titties until I nut.”
As he proceeded to do just that while Ava continued to eat her out, Nash circled behind him and crouched so he could see Bailey’s face.
Her eyes were closed, her face red from being upside down and holding her breath.
Her cheeks were wet with drool, and as T continued to steadily fuck her face, the muffled gluck, gluck, gluck of a wet and nasty throat fuck filled the room.
Worried, because while he could see she was okay—breathing, not in physical distress—he didn’t know if she was okay, he reached out between T’s spread legs and touched her cheek.
Her eyes fluttered open, blinking in confusion, then locked on his.
And they simply glowed, gratitude and delight and lust all pouring out of them in waves so intense that he reeled from the impact.
She uncurled the fingers of one hand from T’s ass to stretch it out toward him, and he took it, holding onto her, feeling the jolts of T’s cock bottoming out in her throat and the shivers and jolts of Ava’s mouth on her pussy.
He felt the orgasm build in her, felt the tremors before he saw her eyes flutter, before he heard the strangled screams around the dick in her mouth.
“Fuck, Ava, you’re making her come,” T said, the words distant and far away to Nash’s ears, but he didn’t need them to know what was happening.
Her hand tightened on his, squeezing, squeezing, and he shifted to cradle it in both of his, pressed his lips to it while T’s hips flew, his dick plunging between her lips until with a shout he held himself deep, coming straight down her throat.
Her hair was tangled, her face beet-red and covered with spit and sweat, she was making noises like a choking goat—and she’d never been more beautiful or more precious to him.
“God, I fucking love you,” he murmured, unable to hold the words back. Her eyes were open, half covered by T’s balls, and she gave no indication that she’d heard him. But it didn’t matter.
He’d tell her again, when she didn’t have another man’s dick in her mouth, hadn’t just come from someone else licking her pussy. He’d tell her again, and she’d hear him.
Bailey’s throat was raw, her pussy was still pulsing from her second orgasm of the night, and the dick in her mouth, though it had shrunk considerably since blasting its load down her throat, was still cutting off most of her air.
She’d never felt better in her life.
She was dimly aware of Nash holding her hand, murmuring to her, but the dick in her mouth was finally leaving, letting her suck in her first full breath in she didn’t know how long, and the return of oxygen was almost dizzying.
The guy straddling her head—his name was T, she reminded herself—stepped back and put a hand under her head, taking the strain off her neck.
Grateful for the help, she let him lift her up to a sitting position, and came face to face with Ava.
Her pink hair stood up in disordered spikes, her face was slick and shiny from eating Bailey’s pussy, and sometime in the last few moments, she’d gotten naked.
Well, almost naked. There was a leather harness around her hips with a fat purple dildo protruding from it.
She didn’t say a word, just slid her hands in Bailey’s tangled hair and kissed her.
Bailey jolted, despite everything somehow shocked, then moaned in pure sensory pleasure. Soft and silky smooth, Ava’s lips rubbed over Bailey’s gently, almost teasingly, before stroking her tongue into Bailey’s mouth. She tastes like me, Bailey realized with delight, and moaned again.
Kissing a woman was just, well, different than kissing a man.
Not better, not worse, just different. Softer and somehow sweeter, even when there was a dominate edge—and Ava definitely had that edge.
It was in the way she moved her tongue around Bailey’s mouth, used her teeth to nip and scrape.
But there was no stubble to scratch her face, and instead of a hard, flat chest there was the delightful soft rub of breasts.
Bailey reached for them, eager to explore, and Ava hummed in approval.
“Yeah, love, play with my tits,” she urged, the husky command dancing shivers down Bailey’s spine.
She obeyed, plucking at hardened nipples and stroking soft skin.
And when Ava broke the kiss and, with the hand tangled in her hair, directed her mouth to those gorgeous teardrop titties, Bailey was more than happy to comply.
She sucked strongly, batting the stiff nipple with her tongue while her hands squeezed and plumped and plucked, Ava’s moans and sighs her reward.
“This is hot,” someone said. She thought it might have been T, but she’d have had to stop sucking to make sure, and it just wasn’t worth it.
“Very,” another voice said. “But I’m feeling a little left out, here.”