CHAPTER FOUR
Aiden
I smirkedas I watched Bailey throw himself at Hunter, kissing him with the sort of desperate ferocity which usually came from repressing your emotions to the point you snapped.
These two were an honest-to-God fucking mess and if I’d had a shred of sense I’d never have agreed to another round. There was clearly something going on between them, but neither wanted to admit it. Maybe they didn’t even realise it. That seemed to fit with what I’d seen so far—they were so deep in denial, and co-dependence, they hadn’t even registered their feelings.
Fucking men. Honestly. I loved them but most of them were so emotionally dense it was like banging my head against a brick wall.
Or maybe I simply had shit taste in men. That would track. I couldn’t exactly say I’d done well with relationships.
Maybe this was also why Jonny kept trying to warn me off fucking around with sportsmen, because spending so much time in oppressive, macho environments screwed with them abit. Although rugby was getting more open, but I guessed it depended on who you played with.
Whatever the reason, Hunter and Bailey were clearly attempting to smother the shit out of their feelings, and I—ridiculous twat that I was—thought it was fucking adorable and wanted to help them explore.
Sue me, I was a sucker for romance.
It could be my one good deed for the year.
Plus I’d get to top Hunter, and I had a weakness for fucking men who were bigger than me. And Hunter wasbig.
“Did you decide then?” I asked as the pair of them slowly broke apart, their chests heaving. Both looked a mixture of shocked, confused, and turned on, like they hadn’t really processed what they’d done. That answered my question about whether they’d hooked up with each other since December.
Oh, thiswasgoing to be fun.
“Y-Yeah,” Hunter said, holding out the dildo. It was the larger of the two flesh-coloured ones—maybe six and a half inches—with a slight curve at the end which was perfect for hitting the prostate. It was one of my favourites to use, especially because it was designed for trans men, with a hole in the base for me to insert a vibrating plug that would sit against my dick. All in all, a perfect choice.
Not that it really mattered which one he picked. I could have made him whine and beg with any of them.
I nodded as I took it, shooting him an approving smile. “Good choice,” I said. “You’re going to feel so good being filled with it. But if you want to stop at any point, just say, okay? Don’t force yourself through it. Promise?”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll say.”
“Good.” I pulled off my tank top and threw it onto the floor before tugging down my shorts and underwear. The two of themwere watching me with hungry eyes, like lions watching prey, but I just smirked. If anyone was prey here, it was them.
“You got new tattoos,” Bailey said. His hand was still resting on Hunter’s stomach, a little above his cock. But not quite touching.
“I did. Do you like them?” I flashed the inside of my thighs one at a time, showing off the ink. They’d been a totally indulgent addition but a friend of mine from back home had posted them as part of a flash sheet and I couldn’t resist.
“Yeah, they’re perfect,” Bailey said. “Can I touch them?”
“Wait, I wanted to do that,” Hunter said with a scowl and a pout. Grown men pouting was never cute, except for now.
“You don’t need to fight. There’s plenty of me to go around.” I smirked as I grabbed a bottle of lube out of my bag, because I was picky as fuck about what I used on my toys—no cheap shit here, thank you—my vibe plug, and my harness, and lay them out on the bed. I’d put them on later. “You can both be good boys and follow the instructions. Then I can open Hunter up and fuck him, and Bailey…” I let my eyes roam over him, my mind assembling various scenarios until I found a couple of options that made sense. “I’ll give you some options.”
“What are they?”
“Either you can watch me fuck Hunter and get yourself off when he does, or you can see if one of us will suck your cock. If it’s me, you won’t get my full attention but if you’re patient I might let you come in my mouth after I’m done with Hunter. But maybe, if you ask nicely, Hunter will let you use his mouth while I fuck his pretty arse.”
I watched them both carefully, studying their expressions and their body language to see how they reacted to my words. One thing I’d learnt over the years was how important it was to be able to read people, especially during sex. People saidsomuch with their bodies. Things they never realised. And itwas crucial to know when the body and the mouth were saying completely different things.
Unless you were in a scenario where that had been agreed upon.
Bailey was looking between Hunter and me, but not meeting either of our eyes, while his other hand grasped his cock, his thumb smearing precum across the head. Hunter had started blushing, his cock visibly jumping when I suggested Bailey using his mouth. So they were both interested. They just hadn’t gotten on board with the whole using words and sharing feelings part of the programme.
“Hunter,” I said as I climbed onto the bed and knelt on the end, their legs on either side of me. “Would you like to try sucking Bailey’s cock while I fuck you? You don’t have to deep throat him. You can just hold him in your mouth if that’s all you can manage.”
Because if I was doing my job correctly, he wouldn’t have the coordination to do anything else. Not without practice.
