Bailey and I groaned at his words, my hips moving at a desperate pace as I slammed into him over and over. The vibrator against my cock was making liquid heat pour through my veins, and I was close to losing control. But Hunter had to come first.
I could see his arm moving, hear the slap of skin on skin and his needy gasps as he chased his release.
His orgasm seemed to catch him by surprise, a shouted, strangled groan ripping itself out of his chest as his body tensed, his hole clenching around my dick and shoulders shaking from trying to keep himself upright.
Just seeing him fall apart was all it took to make Bailey do the same, his face screwing up as he panted and gasped. I wishedI could see where his cum had landed, because if it was all over Hunter’s face…
I came with a groan as the heat in my veins turned white hot, my cock pulsing against the vibrator and my fingers gripping Hunter’s hips so tightly I left a mark when I finally let go.
Reaching down, I flicked off the vibe with shaking fingers, slowly easing my dick out of him. “There we go,” I said softly. “You did so good, Hunter. Lie down for me, please.”
He nodded and moaned as he collapsed into Bailey’s lap, and as I crawled up the other side of him, I could see his chin and chest were dripping with cum. If I could have taken a picture, I would. But I’d have to settle for the memory.
“You okay?” I asked, glancing over at Bailey. He looked as if he’d just had something of a religious experience. Or had his core beliefs, the sort that anchored his entire world, overturned.
Fucking your best friend would do that.
“Yeah,” he said. “You?”
“Perfect.” I leant over the top of Hunter and kissed him softly, because the last thing I wanted was for Bailey to feel abandoned. “You’re amazing. You did so well.” Another kiss. And another. Because fuck, I loved kissing Bailey. There was something about his mouth that was too tempting to only taste once.
“Where’s my kiss?” Hunter asked grumpily. He glared up at us like a pouting, angry kitten and I giggled.
“Here you are, jealous boy.” I leant down and kissed him. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Yeah. It was… yeah.” He looked up at Bailey. There was a long second. And then Bailey lent down to kiss him too.
The three of us lay there for a long time, covered in sweat and cum and lube, exchanging soft, slow, decadent kisses.
I knew at some point I’d have to clean up and leave. Sneak back into Jonny’s house. Pretend I’d been there all along. Clearup from the party. Get ready to help with the move. And then go back to my life.
I didn’t want to, though. Not yet.
I just needed five more minutes with these two beautiful men.
Then I could go back to reality.
