CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Bailey
I had verygood intentions to sit down with Hunter and Aiden as soon as we got back from training and talk about how we felt—not in an aggressive, cornering way but more a soft, adoring way. Something like that anyway.
But all my plans went straight out the window when we walked in to find Aiden stretched out on our huge sofa in a pair of my trunks and an old traditional-style rugby shirt of Hunter’s. It was pink and striped and hung loose on his frame, and I’d never seen anything sexier.
“Sorry, I hope you don’t mind,” he said, putting his laptop aside and shooting us a smile, gesturing at the shirt. “I realised I didn’t have any clean clothes, and I couldn’t be bothered to go back to Jonny’s for more. So I stuck my stuff in your washing machine and borrowed something to wear.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I said with a low growl, practically shoving Hunter out of the way to throw myself onto the sofa to get to him. Aiden laughed as I sprawled out over him, kissing himfiercely and thrusting my tongue into his mouth. “You look so fucking hot.”
I felt Hunter’s hands on the back of my neck and my waist a second too late, and I yelped as he pulled me off Aiden, only to drop down on his knees in front of the sofa and pull Aiden into a hungry kiss of his own.
“Hey! That’s not fair,” I said, leaning in and gently putting my hand on Aiden’s neck so I could kiss him again.
“Behave,” Aiden murmured. “You can share.”
“Not when you look like that,” Hunter said. “You’re wearing my shirt.”
“Yeah, is that okay?”
“Fuck yeah! Want to see you in it all the time.”
“I’ve got one you can wear too,” I said, brushing my mouth over Aiden’s. I’d never thought Hunter and I would try to compete for a man’s affections, but seeing Aiden in a rugby shirt, sitting on our sofa in our flat, having waited for us, had unlocked a deep-seated sense of need and possession deep in my chest.
Hunter rumbled in disagreement and Aiden chuckled again. “No fighting, boys. I can alternate.” He gave each of us a long, languorous kiss, his tongue lapping into our mouths and drawing moans from deep within our chests. “Look at you both. So needy. So desperate. My beautiful sluts.”
I groaned, my cock hardening rapidly in my joggers. I was so fucking horny, and all my thoughts of talking about what we were doing had vanished. I needed Aiden’s dick in my mouth, needed to taste him on my tongue and feel the way his cock pulsed when he came.
My hands found his thighs, sliding slowly up them and under the hem of the shirt until I found the bottom of his underwear. “Take these off. I want to suck your dick,” I whispered, pressing the words into Aiden’s lips.
“Mmm, you love doing that, don’t you?” Aiden asked as I moved my fingers further up, grasping the waistband of the trunks and giving them a gentle tug.
“Yeah, fucking love the taste of you. Feel so good in my mouth.”
“You’re so good for me, aren’t you?” Aiden kissed me again as he lifted his hips, allowing me to slide the trunks down his thighs.
“I want to be.”
“And you love making me come, don’t you?”
“Y-Yeah, so much.”
“Do you like making Hunter come?” Aiden asked, twisting his head slightly to kiss Hunter deeply, and I watched in hungry fascination as Aiden thrust his tongue into Hunter’s mouth. Hunter moaned, his own cock bulging in the front of his shorts.
“Yes, he sounds so good when he comes.”
“He does.” Aiden hummed happily as he kissed Hunter again. “Our pretty babygirl.” Another kiss. “I think you should suck both of us off, Bailey. And if you do a good job, we’ll blow you afterwards. Together.”
“Fuck, please,” I said. “And I… can I…”
“Do you want something, baby? Just ask. It’s okay.”
“Can I come on your faces? Please? I wanna know what you both look like covered in my cum.” My face flamed as I asked, like I’d never done something like that before. But Aiden had reduced me to a blushing, horny, desperate mess, his hold over me totally complete.
“Yeah, you can do that,” Aiden said, smirking at me hungrily as I stretched myself out on one side of the sofa, my hands gently twisting his hips towards me and spreading his thighs. Aiden groaned as he flopped back onto the cushions, patting the other side of him to encourage Hunter to lie there. “What about you,babygirl? Would you like Bailey to come on your face? Do you want to share his load with me?”
Hunter groaned and muttered something affirmative, but I was too busy working my way up the inside of Aiden’s thighs to pay attention.
