“Yeah,” he said quietly. Shyly. “I would.”
“Good.” Now we were getting somewhere. “Bailey, would you like Hunter to suck your dick?”
“If he… if he’s open to it. Then, yeah, I’d like that too.”
“Good. Thank you,” I said, hoping to fuck I didn’t sound exasperated. They were clearly new at exploring together, and as I’d told Bailey, it was hard to ask for things you wanted with people you liked, especially new things. There was always that worry the person would judge you and their opinion of you would change, but not for the better. Confidence, and the ability to speak up and say what you needed, didn’t magically appear overnight. You had to work at it.
I hadn’t always been as confident as I was now, but I’d decided to claim and build it because it was what I needed.
And when you looked as good as I did, it would be rude not to own it.
“Now,” I continued as I crawled up the bed between them. “I believe you two have some instructions to follow.”
Hunter groaned as he rolled onto his side to face me, burying his face in my neck as he began to kiss the sensitive skin while Bailey leant over to capture my mouth. Fuck, he really was a good kisser. I couldn’t believe Hunter had been missing out.
Their hands roamed across my body, touching and teasing every inch they could reach. There was no hesitation in their touch either, which I appreciated. No fussing about the fact I had scars on my chest and a couple of tiny ones on my abdomen. I moaned and tipped my head back as Bailey began to kiss down my chest, dragging his mouth slowly across to each of my nipples to lick and suck them.
My nipples weren’t the most sensitive things in the world—they never had been, even before my top surgery—but I appreciated his efforts. And the way his fingers had slid between my thighs to circle my cock.
“Do you like that?” Hunter asked as he brushed his mouth against mine.
“Yes. You’re doing so well.” I buried my hand in his hair and kissed him deeply, sliding my tongue into his mouth and loving the way he melted against me. I wondered how long he’d been trying to keep up this whole act of being a tough guy. The one who was always in charge. It seemed to me like he wanted someone to give him orders. Maybe, after playing on a team for so long, it was where he felt most relaxed and comfortable.
And I was happy to oblige.
Because there was no fucking way anyone was giving me orders.
I kissed him again, gasping into his mouth as Bailey’s tongue found its way to my dick. Fucking Christ. Did the man have anoral fixation? He was going to fucking ruin me before we’d even got started.
I’d been dreaming about his mouth since December and there was no way I was going to complain or make him stop. Besides, he seemed to be taking his instruction to eat me very seriously, and I had to respect that.
“Fuck, Bailey,” I said with a groan, my other hand shooting down to grab his head as my thighs spread themselves wider. “That’s… fuck, you’re really good at that.”
I could practically feel Bailey smirking against my dick. “Wanna make you come,” he said, lifting his head for a moment, his mouth wet with saliva. He winked and my stomach fluttered. “It’s only polite.”
“Such a gentleman.” I chuckled breathlessly as Hunter kissed me again. “Is he always like this?”
“Sometimes,” Hunter said, his own devious smile curling his lips. “We’re good at following instructions.”
“You really are.” I kissed him again, groaning into his mouth as Bailey took me apart with his tongue. “Have you ever been eaten out before?” I asked Hunter softly.
“No.” He gave a gentle shake of his head. “Nobody really wants to try that on someone like me.”
“I do.” I gasped and closed my eyes for a second, trying to keep my focus. I patted my chest. “Put your legs either side of me and show me your hole. Let me show you how good it can be.”
Hunter’s eyes went wide in shock. “But… But I’ll crush you.”
“Sounds like a good way to go,” I said with a grin. “But you won’t. You’ll be on your knees, and you can use those gorgeous arms of yours to hold you up. You’ll be able to kiss Bailey too and suck my dick. If you can concentrate, that is. Don’t worry if you can’t.”
“You’re very sure of yourself.”
“Baby, I’m me. Of course I’m sure of myself.” I kissed him. “Pass me the lube. My bottle, please. Then bring that pretty arse over here.”
It took Hunter a second to move but, as soon as he did, Bailey pounced. His fingers and tongue combined on my cock with a focus and determination that made my head spin. Shit, I thought he actually wanted to kill me. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had been this good.
That was a lie. I could. It was fucking Bailey last December.
“Bailey!” I groaned, his name like honey on my tongue. “I’m… fuck, gonna come!”
