Chapter Seventeen #3
Ava sighed, her eyes meeting Bailey’s. “Men,” she muttered, and Bailey would’ve laughed if she’d had the strength. “Then just hold on to her and lean back. She’ll pop off my dick and stay on yours.”
Sawyer must have found that solution acceptable, because he came down on top of her, his front plastering to her back, and wrapped one thick arm around her waist. Then he shifted, leaning back, taking her with him.
The dildo popped out of her pussy, and Ava was scrambling up and off the bed, tugging at the straps of the harness.
“Hang on, Sawyer,” T said. “If you fall back, you’ll be off the bed.”
“Shit. Okay, hang on, slut,” Sawyer said, his arm tight around her ribs. “We’re gonna turn. Put your feet on the bed, and don’t let my dick fall out of your ass.”
“Okay,” she breathed, walking her feet along the mattress as he turned on his knees, bouncing her on the dick still buried in her butt, then he was leaning back again, this time all the way.
The sensation of falling brought on a spurt of panic, then they were lying flat, Sawyer on the bed and her on Sawyer, her head on his chest and her legs spread wide around his hips and his dick so far up her ass she was surprised it wasn’t tickling her tonsils.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled above her head, his arm disappearing from around her ribs. She slapped her hands on the bed to keep her balance, and he grabbed the backs of her knees and yanked them up and back. Then he bent his knees, planted his feet, and started driving for her tonsils.
“Fuck, I gotta get in there,” T said, and Bailey turned her head.
She could hardly see anything, Sawyer was bouncing her battered ass like a basketball on his dick, but she could see T rolling on a condom, stroking on lube.
More double penetration, she realized dimly, and was sincerely stunned to feel her pussy give a welcoming twitch at the idea.
“Wait your fucking turn,” Ava snarled, her voice coming from above where she swung a leg over Bailey’s head. Bailey watched her drop carefully to her knees on either side of Sawyer’s wide torso, and plant her bare, glistening pussy square on Bailey’s face.
She reached back, grabbed a fistful of Bailey’s hair, and gave it a commanding yank. “Okay, slut. Go to work.”
Bailey would’ve happily complied, except Sawyer was fucking her so hard that she had no control over where or how fast her body went—and that included her head. But she could stick out her tongue, so she reached up to wrap her arms around Ava’s thighs and did just that, letting Sawyer do the work.
“Oh, you fucking slag, that’s it, fuck me with that tongue. Yes, yes, yes,” Ava chanted, her hips rocking in counterpoint to Sawyer’s hammering thrusts. Bailey arched her neck, jutting her jaw forward to use her chin, her nose, every part of her face to bring Ava as much pleasure as possible.
“I’m getting in there,” T announced, his voice muffled by the squeeze of Ava’s thighs. “Hang on a second, Sawyer.”
“Man, I was finally getting somewhere,” Sawyer complained, but obligingly paused his hammering thrusts, his cock buried full in Bailey’s ass.
The brief lull did not bring relief. Without the distraction of movement, Bailey became aware of every sensation in her overwhelmed body.
Her ass felt raw, stuffed full and battered by Sawyer’s cock.
Her thighs were stretched wide and aching, and she could feel bruises forming where Sawyers fingers dug in behind her knees to hold her open.
Her pussy was swollen from the three—Jesus tits, three!
—orgasms, and though she was still slick with arousal, she could only be grateful for the lube she’d seen T slathering on.
Her whole body felt like one giant, exposed nerve, and she wondered fleetingly how much more they had planned for her.
She was jerked away from her thoughts by the sudden pinch on her nipple.
“Just because he’s not fucking you anymore doesn’t mean you can get lazy, little slut.” The fingers pinching her nipple twisted. “Get back to work.”
Oh. Without Sawyer’s pounding, she could actually do something besides stick her tongue out and hang on for the ride. Delighted, she tightened her grip on Ava’s thighs and applied all her knowledge and experience and love of pussy to the job at hand.
“Oh, damn,” Ava breathed as Bailey sucked and licked and nibbled and tried to fit as much of Ava’s pussy into her mouth as she could. “Oh, goddamn, this tart can eat pussy. You know she could eat pussy like this, handsome?”
“Don’t know how good she is,” Nash drawled, his voice coming to Bailey as though from far away, warm with pride and humor. “But she sure does love it.”
“Yeah, she fucking does. Don’t!”
Bailey jolted at the snap, thinking it was directed at her, but then Ava said, “You’re not mucking this up for me, T, you can fucking wait.”
“But I want to fuck her,” T whined. “Look how hard I am.”
“Big deal, you’re always hard. Oh, that’s it, love, that’s the spot. And you already came once, it’s my fucking turn.”
“We’re supposed to share,” Sawyer reminded them, his chest vibrating under Bailey.
“Goddammit,” Ava muttered. “Fine. But don’t hammer her so bloody hard this time.”
“Okay,” T said cheerfully. “Ava, you hold her legs.”
Bailey kept licking and sucking, swirling her tongue around Ava’s protruding clit while Sawyer handed off possession of her legs. The shift settled Sawyer more firmly in her ass—and she hadn’t thought that was possible—and for a moment her tongue stuttered to a stop.
Ava sighed. “She’s already getting distracted.”