“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 ofme. 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.”
