“Tell us, is there anything you need from us? Anything you don’t want us to say? Do?” Hunter asked, voice rough with need. “What sort of thing do you like?”
“You’re sweet,” I said, breaking away from Bailey and turning slightly to face him. Bailey hooked his head back over my shoulder, arms snaking back around my waist. His fingers slipped casually under my T-shirt, thumb stroking my stomach. I didn’t know if he was trying to distract me, but it wasn’t helping me think.
“You can touch me wherever you want, suck my dick, eat me out. I don’t mind you fingering either of my holes, but only one or two fingers—any more doesn’t work for me.”
“Do you actually want us to finger you?” Bailey asked. “You said you don’t bottom, so we don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s not my favourite.” I twisted my face slightly so I could kiss him. “Honestly, I’d rather get my strap out and be the one doing the fucking. But again, if neither of you bottom.” I glanced between them, noting the slight flush on Hunter’s cheeks.
Oh, thatwasinteresting.
Clearly, the man had secrets, maybe ones he hadn’t even admitted to himself. If I was lucky, perhaps I’d convince him to spill them. Or give me the chance to melt his brain a little. “Do you even play with each other? Or is this strictly a ‘finding someone to go in the middle’ arrangement?”
“I mean, we don’t usually,” Hunter said. “But, er…” He trailed off, leaving my mind exploding with possibilities.
A smirk played across my lips as I reached back and put my hand on Bailey’s neck, gently tugging him forward. “Aww, Ithink Hunter wants a kiss. He’s just too shy to ask. Give him one?”
Bailey hesitated for a second. Then he tilted his head and pressed a slow, tentative kiss to Hunter’s mouth. I moaned with delight as I watched them, seeing exactly the moment when any worries they’d been holding on to vanished.
Their kiss turned fierce, delicious groans filling the room as they realised what they’d been missing out on.
My fingers slid into the back of Bailey’s hair as I kissed his neck, happy to let them explore while I watched. They clearly had a lot to catch up on.
“Fuck,” Hunter said, panting as the two of them broke apart. There was a deep flush across his nose, a new fire burning in his eyes as he looked between us.
“He’s a good kisser, isn’t he?” I asked, stealing my own kiss from Bailey as I leant back against him, practically draping myself over his arm. “You’ll have to kiss him more often.” I sighed with pleasure. Then I reached out and tugged at the bottom of Hunter’s T-shirt.
He grinned, taking it out of my hands and shrugging it off over his head, exposing a very hairy chest and miles of muscle. It wasn’t a gym-cut six-pack, but I preferred his thickness and the tiny bit of softness covering it.
“Damn, you’re hot as fuck!” I put my hands out and caressed his chest, flicking my thumb over his nipple. He groaned as I closed the gap between us and sucked his nipple into my mouth, the sound sending heat running through me. Behind me, I heard a rustle of fabric and the clink of a belt. Bailey clearly hadn’t wanted to be left out.
I trailed my lips across Hunter’s chest to his other nipple, pulling it gently with my teeth. He gasped as I teased him, the nubs hardening as I toyed with them.
“Can I take this off?” Bailey murmured, kissing the side of my neck as he toyed with the hem of my shirt. “Wanna kiss you all over.”
I released Hunter’s nipple and straightened slightly. “Sure.”
The fabric slid easily over my arms as I lifted them, leaving me shirtless and sandwiched between them. I could feel the heat coming off their bodies as Bailey hummed happily, immediately starting to kiss all over my shoulders.
“So sexy,” Hunter said. He smiled hungrily as his fingers gently brushed over the slim pink scars from my top surgery. I’d never been self-conscious of them, and half the time I forgot they were there, like another tattoo. But I appreciated Hunter’s gentle acknowledgment.
Recognition, acceptance, and desire, all in one simple touch.
His hands skimmed down my sides to grip my hips, and I nearly laughed because the height difference was painfully obvious like this, when he was trying to bend far enough to reach my chest with his mouth.
I took a slow step to the side, leading them towards the bed. It was barely a double, and the three of us definitely wouldn’t fit properly on it, but I was happy to get creative. My hand found Hunter’s chest and I pushed him down onto the mattress. “Take your jeans off,” I said as I reached for the button on mine, glancing at Bailey as I popped it open. He was already naked, his hard cock standing out impressively.
I had several toys that size.
And some bigger.
Fuck, I wished one of them was open to being fucked. Because I desperately needed to make a man cry on my cock.
Maybe next time. If they were up for another round next time I was in the area.
That would give Hunter time to delve into the thoughts he was clearly having but not quite ready to explore.
I pushed my jeans and boxers over my thighs, letting them drop on the floor at my feet. Hunter’s eyes roamed appreciatively over me from the bed while Bailey licked his lips, his fingers flexing like he was desperate to reach out and touch. For a sportsman, he really was a gentleman. It was almost cute.
