Summary: The last night on the aircraft carrier should have been bittersweet as Bradley and Jake show you once again how good it feels to be shared by them. But you soon learn that the boys have plans for you beyond this deployment.
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader x Jake "Hangman" Seresin
This is a sequel to Why Not Both? and Why Not Again? But it can be read alone! Check out my masterlist for more!
Bradley loved that fucked out, starry eyed look on your face as you rode him. You were babbling, barely able to focus, but your every movement was smooth and fluid. You were exactly what he needed. But he knew you'd never end up a begging, whining mess for him alone, and he was okay with that. After weeks of sharing you, maybe he even preferred it this way.
Your pussy was warm and inviting around him as he palmed your tits and squeezed your nipples a little harder. Your body was slick with sweat, only some of it your own. But the best part was the way Bradley could feel Jake's cock shoved up your ass every time one of them thrusted. And he could see Jake behind you on the bed, squeezing your hips and kissing your neck.
"Look at her face, Hangman. She's so far gone." Bradley gently took your chin between his thumb and fingertips and turned your head, showing off your parted, swollen lips and barely focused eyes to the man behind you. "She's beautiful."
"Like an angel," Jake agreed, thrusting a little deeper, making you just that much tighter for Bradley. A long, needy whine filled the air as Jake whispered, "You never had it so good, did you?" You shook your head in a jerky motion, and Bradley watched Jake kiss away a bead of sweat that rolled down the side of your neck.
You were exhausted, clenching softly around his cock when Bradley coaxed you to face him again. Then you muttered the first intelligible word that came from your lips in the last ten minutes. "Please."
He knew you needed to come, and you'd been perfect for the two of them up until now. You had taken care of them before they flew their mission and again directly afterwards, and you'd been spending your nights in their bunk on the carrier ever since. It was to the point that Bradley didn't care who knew about it, and he was getting that distinct feeling from Jake as well.
Bradley leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your nipple, earning another, more intense squeeze from your pussy. When you tried to roll your hips faster, he shook his head "You're close. Let us take care of you."
"Please," you repeated as both men filled you with sharp thrusts, leaving your head rolling back against Jake's shoulder. Bradley was entranced, the sight of your swollen clit brushing his neatly trimmed hair nearly sending him over the edge. He stroked your nipples and smiled as you tried to buck again, only to be stopped by Jake's hands on your hips.
"Easy, Angel," he drawled, and Bradley chuckled. "You'll get there soon enough. We just need a little more time with you first."
"If you didn't feel so fucking good, we'd have been done by now. But you have a way of making us want more and more," Bradley teased. Then he worked his tongue through his own mouth and watched the stream of saliva as he spit where you and he were connected. He ran his thumb through it and said, "But I think you just about earned it," as you whined.
"Please!"
He rubbed your clit a little with his rough fingers, spitting again as Jake released your hips and focused on squeezing your tits from behind instead. "Yeah," he agreed. "She earned it. She always does."
The relief written on your face made Bradley grin as you looked down at him working his fingers in deliberate circles. When he kissed the valley between your breasts, he could taste the salt of your skin and feel Jake's fingers in his cheeks. "Never thought I'd be sorry to see the end of a deployment," he whispered, licking a stripe up to your collarbone. He nibbled on you as Jake grabbed at your breasts a little harder so you cried out. "Never had this much fun before."
Then you reached behind you with one hand and stroked Jake's cheek while you teased Bradley's hair with your other hand. He knew you loved the way they worshipped you. All the dirty glances and winks across the common areas really got him going, but they sent you straight to your knees as soon as you were in their bunk. And the thought occurred to Bradley that it would never be this good with anyone else. He knew there wasn't another woman who stood a chance.
"Fuck," Jake grunted, and Bradley could tell by the way your body was rocking that the man behind you was about come in your ass. "God damn it," he groaned, burying his face in your neck and whining.
You were grinning now as you bounced on both of them, knowing Bradley would make sure you got what you needed. But he had to be certain you knew the price you were paying at this point to be allowed to come on their cocks. Bradley and Jake didn't do this with just anyone, and he needed to be sure you understood that. Be sure this wasn't the last time.
"How bad do you want it?" Bradley rasped, pinching your clit and ramming himself deep.
"So bad!" you cried out as Jake's movements became more erratic.
"Say it," Bradley demanded through gritted teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. "Tell me you belong to us. And not just for tonight." He was close now, but he kept rubbing you just right and coaxing you to keep your eyes on him. "We want you in San Diego too, Baby."
Jake's hands roamed the font of your body as he moaned against your skin, and Bradley watched your pupils grow wider as your thighs shook. Your pussy clenched around him as you managed to say, "I'm yours."
You came with Bradley, your lips meeting his as he fucked you all the way through your orgasm. Your kisses were sweet even as you were a cum filled mess for the two of them, and you let Bradley pull you down with him as he eased himself back onto the pillows to catch his breath.
"She's ours," he confirmed for Jake who was kissing your shoulder as you curled up on Bradley's chest. Then he pressed his lips to your hair and whispered, "Our good girl."
Bradley could feel Jake's softening cock on his thigh as he came to rest against your back. You coaxed Jake closer and closer while you kissed Bradley, and then you shared your kisses with one man and then the other until the three of you were kissing. Bradley couldn't wait to get back to California.
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You weren't sure what you were expecting when the guys both invited you over to Bradley's place a few days after the end of the deployment. The three of you had spent that last night all curled up in one bed together, sweat and cum and sweet, dirty talk everywhere. You shivered just thinking about the way it felt to be sandwiched between their strong bodies in every position imaginable. They made you feel sexy and safe.
You wanted more from them, but you hadn't dared to dream that it could continue here. That sharing you had become something they wanted as much as you did. You'd never be able to choose between Bradley's effortless allure and Jake's natural charisma. You wanted both, and you shivered with anticipation at seeing them here on dry land.
They'd never seen you in anything except your khaki uniforms and your most basic underwear, but something was telling you that tonight was going to be a little different. As you slowly made your way up the pathway from your car, you straightened your dress over your pretty lingerie. You wanted them to destroy all of it.
Almost immediately after you knocked, the front door swung open, and you were met with two pairs of eyes, green and brown, raking over your body like they'd been craving you for months. "Boys," you said smoothly as you squeezed between the two of them and into the living room. You couldn't help but add, "I missed you," as you spun around to face them with a smile.
"You have no idea," Jake drawled, kicking the door shut and closing the distance to your lips. He kissed you, wrapping his hand gently around your neck as he said, "We got you a little something."
His smirk matched Bradley's as the other man pressed himself against your backside. "Something pretty for you to wear," he added, his voice a deep rumble.
"What is it?" you asked, looking up at Jake as Bradley snaked one arm around your waist from behind. When he opened his hand in front of your chest, you looked down at his palm and saw a gold necklace with two charms that made you gasp.
"You like it?" Bradley asked next to your ear, his mustache sending a ripple of need along your skin when he grazed you.
"Yes," you whispered, your body already clenching.
Jake looked at you eagerly as he asked, "Will you let me put it on you, Angel?"
"Please," you whined, knowing you sounded exactly like you had in their bunk on the aircraft carrier. You watched his fingertips glide along Bradley's palm, and then both of them were kissing you as he clasped the chain around your neck. The cool charms settled against your skin, and you let them lead you toward the bedroom.
You couldn't be sure who was talking to you and who was touching you in your blissed out state, but you could feel fingers tangle in your new necklace chain. You would have to strategically hide the charms that said Bradley and Jake underneath your uniform shirts when you were at work, because you weren't going to be taking your necklace off anytime soon.
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Living the dream. We are living the damn dream. I had a lot of fun with this. Maybe there will be more of these three. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
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“It’s-no! Just wait there a second, Liv’s half-naked,” she turns to reply, before zeroing in on you two, absolutely furious. “Get dressed.”
“It’s not what you-“ Bradley’s response is cut off by her slamming the door. “I thought she hated Jake.”
“Shit,” you whisper, reluctantly taking your hand out of his pants.
“I’m back,” Jake calls from the front door, “I swear Bob’s car is in the parking lot…” he trails off, likely when he sees Nat and Bob standing outside your laundry room.
“Shit,” Bradley echoes, resting his forehead on yours.
“What are you guys doing here?” Jake asks as he sets down the pizza, sounding much less nervous than he feels.
“I asked Liv if I could borrow something for the Gulls game tonight,” Nat scowls, crossing her arms, “she said she wasn’t home but she is. Bradley’s here too…and fuck, Jake.”
Bob’s arm lifts to reach for her but he drops it with a small frown, remembering she wants to keep their situationship under wraps.
“What?” Jake’s stomach flips at her calling him by name for the first time, but he hides it, resting against the counter. “What’s wrong?”
“I found them-I didn’t knock because she said she wasn’t home and they were-“
“About to fuck in the laundry room,” Bradley finishes as he walks out behind you, using your body as a shield to hide his erection.
Bob and Natasha’s head whip to Jake when he laughs.
“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” He pushes off the counter to kiss you.
Your heart feels like it’s going to pound right out of your chest when he pulls away.
“You knew-know…about this?” Nat sputters, looking between the three of you. Bob’s expression, as usual, is unreadable. “About them? Fucking? And you’re okay with it?”
“More than,” Jake replies over his shoulder before his hand slides into Bradley's curls and pulls him in for a sweet, but quick kiss.
Bradley’s chest rumbles in approval as he chases Jake when he pulls away, his semi twitching against your ass.
“What the…you’re…all three of you?” Her eyebrows raise even higher.
“Yeah,” you answer with a small smile.
“Uh…okay then,” her lips purse as she nods, “is it just sex?” she blurts out, “It’s just sex, right? I mean, I don’t mean to pry but I don’t want to see anyone get hurt-yes, even you, Bagman.”
You almost laugh at the way she narrows her eyes at him, hating to admit it.
“It’s not just sex,” Bradley answers, “it started that way but…”
“But it turned into more,” Jake adds when he trails off.
“I didn’t know you swung both ways,” is the first thing Bob says.
“I didn’t either,” Jake chuckles, “well, I guess I did, but I never admitted or acted on it until Roo.”
“Okay,” Nat replies, her mind obviously going a thousand miles a minute.
“Look. We all care about each other. I know it’s not conventional, but-“
“Fuck conventional,” Bob interrupts, turning pink when everyone looks at him.
“Yeah,” Nat adds after a beat, smiling when Bob glances down at her hand sliding into his, “fuck conventional. If you’re all happy I’m happy.”
“We are…well, I am,” you laugh when Bradley rolls his eyes. “Will you keep it between us for now? It’s…we’re not ready to come out with it yet. I’m glad you guys are understanding but not everyone is.”
“I get that,” Nat says before nodding to her and Bob’s still-enclosed hands, “we’d appreciate the same.”
While it wasn’t forbidden for members of the squadron to fraternize, it wasn’t exactly encouraged.
“Of course,” you nod. Jake and Bradley do the same.
It’s obvious to you that Nat has a million questions but they have to leave not long after finding her something to wear so they don’t miss the beginning of the game.
“Queso and margs Friday?” She asks by the door, “We need a girls' night.”
“Works for me,” you agree, “You guys have fun!”
Bradley is waiting for you to close the door to finish what Natasha interrupted.
It’s after 10 and you’re pleasantly buzzed from the margaritas and a little bummed by the time you get back to your apartment. Nat mentioned that their squadron would be on the carrier training for 3 weeks starting Monday, but at least they would have some phone privileges.
It’s dark when you walk in, but both Jake’s truck and the Bronco were in the lot.
If it weren’t for the soft sighs and sounds coming from your bedroom you’d think they were asleep.
You tiptoe over and peer through the half-open door.
Clothes thrown off haphazardly and clad only in boxerbriefs, they’re on your bed, dry humping like teenagers.
“So beautiful,” Bradley murmurs, sitting up and running his hands down Jake’s chest, touching and squeezing like he can’t get enough, “all muscle and hard edges; the perfect contrast to Liv’s soft curves.”
The tequila is making tears prick your eyes.
That’s what you tell yourself at least.
Jake inhales shakily; also affected by Bradley’s sweet words.
“Never going to let either of you go,” Bradley continues. Jake nods in agreement before he dips down again.
The air crackles with intensity at the touch of their lips, brushing once, twice, before kissing with a fierce tenderness. It’s like you can feel the shift in their relationship; the vulnerability and deepening of their feelings for each other.
It’s too intimate to interrupt, but it sparks your own arousal like a live wire; racing through your veins and settling between your thighs so quickly you hold the doorframe to steady yourself while your other hand slips inside your shorts.
“God Jake,” Bradley pants as he lifts up, flipping Jake onto his stomach beneath him, pulling his boxer-briefs down before shoving off his own. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he continues, covering Jake’s back with his front, leaving biting kisses across his shoulders and neck.
“Please,” Jake gasps, arching his back and his ass up into Bradley’s groin, “I want it. I want you to.”
Bradley shudders, pausing as if he’s considering it before continuing, “Soon baby,” Bradley grits out the promise, “soon. But we can do this for now.”
You bite your lip to keep from whimpering when Bradley pulls the lube from your bedside drawer, popping it open and pouring a generous amount into the crease of Jake’s cheeks before settling back atop him. There’s a paused moment of shifting and adjusting before they find their rhythm with a synchronized groan, your clit pulsing in response.
You’re already on the brink watching the hard lines of their bodies soften as they move against each other. Bradley’s ass clenches with each thrust, alternating between sweet kisses and harsh sucks across Jake’s shoulders.
Jake’s expression is scrunched with pleasure, soft “uhs” pushed out between his lips with each roll of Bradley’s hips.
“Close,” Bradley chuckles breathlessly as if he can’t believe he’s about to cum from this, pressing his sweat-dampened curls to the middle of Jake’s back. “I’m close.”
“Cum on my-“ Jake cuts off with a strangled moan when Bradley sinks his teeth into his shoulder.
“What’s that, princess?” Bradley pants, goading him even if he’s just as wrecked, “where do you want me to cum?”
It’s not directed toward you, but your pussy clenches nevertheless. A soft sigh escapes when you push two fingers inside, pushing you all closer to the edge.
“O-on me,” Jake’s flush deepens before he tries to hide his face in your comforter.
But Bradley slides his hand into his hair and pulls Jake’s head back, licking a stripe up to his ear, “Where on you? Hmm?”
“M-my ass,” Jake stutters, gasping when Bradley nips his lobe.
“What do you say?” Bradley prompts, sounding composed yet his hips start to lose their rhythm.
“Please?” Jake all but cries, “Please cum on my ass!”
Your head drops to the door frame with a light thunk, teetering on the edge as Bradley pushes himself up.
“G-good boy,” he grits out, left hand gripping Jake’s cheek, spreading his ass open as he jerks himself with the right. “Oh,” he groans hoarsely. His cheeks are red and ruddy as his head falls forward, unable to look away as he paints Jake’s clenching hole with his cum, “Oh fuck Jake.”
Your eyes flutter closed as your release crests too, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you.
But Jake’s startled whimper pulls you back into your body while you’re still twitching from the aftershocks.
Bradley’s still breathing hard as his fingers run through his spend, gathering it before he gently presses one into Jake’s hole.
“That’s it,” Bradley rumbles, pleased. His voice is low and gravely like it always is after he cums, “Yeah, take it.”
It makes you clench. With your fingers still inside, the soft brush of your palm against your clit makes your breath hitch.
“Fuck!” Jake gasps, his hips stuttering, unable to decide whether to rut into the bed or back towards the intrusion.
“Goddamn,” Bradley chuckles as he slowly fingers fucks him, “you open up for me so well, princess. I can’t fucking wait to own your ass.”
Jake whines, hands finding your pillows and gripping hard as if he’s holding on for dear life.
Roo soon finds Jake’s rhythm and adds another finger. When Jake jolts, you know he found his prostate, fleetingly touching it with every other thrust.
Your fingers curl inside you and your eyes try to roll back as you toe the edge again, waiting for Jake.
“Please,” Jake begs, “pleasepleaseplease let me cum.”
“Mmm,” Bradley hums, a pleased smile pulling at his lips that Jake is waiting for permission to cum. It turns a little sinister when he presses directly on his prostate and Jake’s whole body tenses.
Jake chokes on a sob when Bradley hesitates, “I-“
“You can cum,” Bradley interrupts, cursing lowly at the way Jake’s ass tightens around his fingers like a vice as he cums with a raw, ragged groan.
“I don’t want you to go tomorrow,” you sigh Sunday afternoon, plopping down between the boys on the couch, “It’s not fair, either. You’ll have each other and I’m stuck here all alone.”
“I don’t want to go either,” Jake agrees, playing with your hair when you lay your head in his lap.
“Me either,” Bradley lifts his arms so you can put your legs on his thighs, “but it’s only three weeks.”
“Three weeks is a long time without sex,” you argue.
“You do realize we can’t either,” Jake quirks a brow, “there’s a no fraternization rule.”
“Yeah,” you roll your eyes, “because that’s stopped you before.”
Jake looks away with a sheepish smile.
“I could go three weeks without getting off,” Bradley muses out loud while he massages your calf.
“I could too,” Jake agrees, “It would suck, but I could.”
“Sure,” you laugh, knowing neither could make it more than a few days without rubbing one out.
“Why don’t we bet on it,” Bradley says, heat flashing when his eyes meet yours before flicking to Jake’s. “None of us get to cum until we’re back. First one to give in loses. Loser has to do whatever the others want.”
“Alright,” Jake grins cockily, like he has this in the bag.
Your eyes narrow, wanting to slap or kiss that smile right off his face.
“Fine,” you sit up with a huff, refusing to look at either of them.
“Oh c’mon Livi,” Bradley murmurs hotly, leaning in to kiss your neck, “it doesn’t start until tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Jake breathes against your other ear, goosebumps rising under his hand trailing up your arm, “and I promise we won’t make you do anything you won’t like.”
Melting under their touches, but his words make you stiffen.
“What do you mean, ‘we won’t make you do anything you don’t like?’” You ask, turning to look at him, arching a brow.
“When you lose,” Bradley answers for him, wearing a smarmy grin that mirrors Jake’s.
It falls from his face when you suddenly rise, stepping out of their reach.
“There’s only going to be one loser,” you say, facing them as your thumbs hook into the underwear you’re wearing, letting them fall to the ground before pulling off a ‘US Navy’ tee you slipped on earlier, leaving you completely naked, “and it won’t be me.”
You refuse to smile until you turn to walk to your bedroom.
You've spent your entire life in your younger sister's shadow. Head cheerleader, straight-A student, the most popular girl in school, Evangeline was lapping you before she could walk.
It's her senior year now - she's set for Cornell, while you're on year four of bartending after dropping out of community college.
Until one night she doesn't come home, and the town is sent into a frenzy. Girls don't go missing in Miramar Falls - especially girls like Evangeline Simpson.
You're convinced she's messing with everyone. Hiding across town with her new boyfriend Bob. But one day turns to two, and soon you're forced to admit that something sinister is going on.
Torn between your ex-boyfriend Bradley coming back to town after being deployed for two years, and the enigmatic FBI Agent Jake who's been dispatched to investigate, it's all you can do to keep yourself going.
So much for twenty-three being your year.
a teeny little snippet from the bradley and jake threesome fic coming on halloween🤭 if you'd like to be tagged, please like or comment on this post! 18+ only, ageless blogs will be blocked
“He watched our sex tape,” You murmur, leaning into Bradley’s touch as his lips attach to your jaw. “Thought it might be some big clue to unlock the case.”
Your eyes flutter closed, a heat pooling low in your stomach under the weight of both of their stares. Bradley’s arm snakes round your waist, applying just the slightest bit of pressure as he holds you to him.
“Yeah?” He hums, stare turning on Jake, still sitting across the room. The way he’s fidgeting, adjusting his jeans, tells you he’s just as affected by this as you are. The thought makes you dizzy, your thighs clenching together subconsciously. You’re pretty sure you could get off on anticipation alone.
Bradley’s free hand tucks under your chin, tilting your mouth up to his. He tastes like vodka, and your words die on your tongue as he kisses you, deep and slow. For a second he’s everywhere, invading your every sense. But then he’s pulling back, drawing a whimper from you at the loss of contact. “Look like that on film, Seresin?”
Jake swallows, voice thick. “Somethin’ like that.”
You tilt your head, allowing Bradley better access as he mouths at your neck. “Did you watch the whole thing?”
A snort escapes from Bradley. “’Course he did. Bet he got off on it, too.” His fingers creep under the hem of your shirt, tugging upwards. As soon as the fabric is discarded his hand returns to your front, kneading at your breast over the lace of your bra. “Does watching do it for you, Jake?”
Seeing Jake’s ever increasing embarrassment, you swat at Bradley lightly, whimpering slightly as he pinches your nipple. “You’re being mean.”
“I’m just being truthful.” Hand snaking beneath your bra, you find yourself arching against him, nipples taut as he continues to work you. “Bet he was sitting in that crappy hotel room, jerking off to the thought of another man fucking you. Probably had to turn on the shower so no one would hear.”
Jake stammers a little, a garbled sound that gives away far more than it should. Bradley’s right on the money.
“S’okay Jake,” You murmur, almost a purr. You can’t tell if the haze clouding your vision is the alcohol, or the sheer desire coursing through your veins. “I’m not mad. Think it’s cute, actually.”
Everything feels too tight. Your clothes, your chest - you think you might burst. You curl your fingers into Bradley’s hair, tugging slightly to keep his head flexed down at your neck. You keep your eyes on Jake, lips parting as Bradley sucks a harsh mark on your skin.
Finally, you can’t take it anymore. Letting out a slight huff, you pull back from Bradley. “Are you waiting for a formal invitation, or what?”
Summary: Bradley agrees to take part in Jakes Fantasy of being watched as he fucks his wife.
Words: 3k
Warnings: pure smut MDNI!! voyeurism, bit of daddy kink, spanking, oral (f! receiving), tiny bit of Hangster tension, masturbation (f! and m!), dirty talk,
A/N: comments and rebloggs are always deeply appreciated
“Are you one hundred percent sure, that you want to do this?”, Jake asks you for the fifth time in the last 20 minutes. “I can still call him and cancel that whole thing, I never want to put you in a- “, you cut him off.
“Baby we talked about this a million times. I am absolutely down, and I know that as soon as I feel uncomfortable, you would kick Bradley out before he could say “mustache”, you smile at your husband encouragingly.
“Try to relax a little bit, remember you wanted to put on your best show for Rooster”.
Jake scoffs.
“Honey we both know that I never have to put on a show”, he exaggerates the last word scathingly.
You roll your eyes amused but right before you could joke about how offended he was by a simple word, the doorbell rings.
“Take it easy, Jake. Just go on as we said, you open the door while I go upstairs and get ready. And then the three of us will meet in our bedroom and have some fun, okay?”, you ask reassuringly.
He nods before he presses a short peck onto your lips and made his way to the door, while you went upstairs into the bathroom.
You grab your new set of lingerie, a beautiful green one which left barely anything so someone’s imagination and put it on in front of your full-length mirror. After you admired yourself for a few seconds, you sit down on the edge of your bathtub, trying to control your breath a little.
The whole thing has been Jakes idea: having someone over who watches the two of you while Jake rails you into the mattress. But after he brought it up you were fully into it and supported his wish.
Knowing how easily possessive he could get over you, you let him decide who would be the lucky one to take part in his fantasy. You fully trusted him with this process and when he brought up Bradley Bradshaw, it barely took you more than 30 seconds to agree to his suggestion.
Today the big day finally arrived and even though you could feel yourself getting a bit nervous, you were just as excited and turned on if not even more.
As you could hear your husband and his best friend coming upstairs and into your bedroom, you took a last deep breath before you re-arrange your boobs shortly, so they looked even bigger and step outside the door, right where the two of them were waiting for you.
Just as you expected, you found Jake sitting on your shared King-size bed, while Bradley already took place in the brown leather armchair, you placed perfectly in front of your bed, which would give him the best view of your husband and you.
“Hey Bradshaw”, you smile at him, trying not to be too awkward.
“Hey, sweetheart”, he grimaces, failing his own attempt to not make the situation seem a bit uneasy.
“So”, you say, finding a seat in Jakes lap, who automatically wraps his arms around your waist. “Did Jake already spoke with you about the rules? And do you have anything on your heart you want me to know before we start?”
Bradley shakes his head. “I honestly have nothing to say and regarding the rules, yes, he told me all of them. I am not allowed to touch either of you, unless I’ve been ask too explicitly but I can touch myself. I am allowed to give him some suggestions on what to do with you and If I feel uncomfortable, I can go at any time.” You nod in agreement.
For a hot minute you already forgot that you are wearing a thin piece of nothing, but as you feel Bradley’s hazel eyes heavy on your pushed up breasts, you were suddenly put back into realization on what you were about to do, feeling a tight knot of excitement building in your lower belly.
You turn your head back to your husband, who put your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, before he presses your head down to kiss you.
It was as if he could feel your slight nervousness, so he gave his best to calm you down by building his kiss up slowly.
He lovingly nips on your lower lip before he soothes it with the tip of his tongue, one of his hands wandering from your waist to your ass check which he squeezes lightly. His tongue found its way between your plush lips, while the kiss grew hotter and more passionate. As he lets go of you, you could feel his now hard cock press against your barely clothed center on which you could already see a dark patch.
Jake now heaves you up from his lap, positioning you right in front of Bradley’s chair, who had watched your short make up scene with dark eyes. Your husband sits down at the end of the bed, where he has a similar view of you as his best friend has.
“Honey, don’t you want to show our guest what’s hiding under this beautiful set?”, the blonde smirks at you.
You nod coyly, your hands finding their way to your bra cups. You slowly put one out after the other, kneading them in a steady rhythm before you hardly pinch your nipples, moaning softly just as you know your husband loves it.
“Get rid off that whole thing. Now”, Bradley commands in a raspy voice, unzipping his pants while he spoke. Jakes gaze finds yours and as he nods in agreement your hands wander to the zipper between your breasts.
As you pull yourself out of the lingerie your eyes never left Bradley’s.
“Isn’t she the most stunning woman you ever saw, Bradshaw”, the blonde asks his friend who hums in agreement.
“Honey, why don’t you get in the middle of the bed and show us how wet you already are?”
You did as you were told, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed, hips lightly lifted, and legs spread as wide as possible. Even though you could not see your own core, the dark gleam in Jakes and Bradley’s eyes told you that you must be glistening with your own slick.
“So soaked already honey?”, your husband teases, while he pulls his throbbing cock out of his boxer briefs.
“Haven’t really touched you yet and you are already a mess. I Think you should touch yourself before you get my cock. We don’t want Bradley thinking that you get anything without earning it before, don’t we?”
You nod eagerly, your fingers already gliding through your folds to collect your wetness and bring it right up to your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles around it.
Soft moans were leaving your lips as you continue your movements on your nub, as you heard Bradley’s deep voice again.
“Pinch your nipples again, sweetheart. Want to hear you sweet sounds grow a little louder”.
As before, you obey immediately, pinching your hard nipples: “Fuck”, you moan bugging your hips against your own hand. It didn’t take much longer until you heard heavy breaths coming from the other side of the room, where Jake and Bradley slowly pump their selves in the same rhythm as you were circling your clit.
“Fuck, Jake. I need more”, you whine.
“Tstsktsktsk”, your husband made, as he left his place at the end of the bed to sit down on the same height where your head was.
“Did you forget how to ask nicely, honey?” Before you could answer you felt a sudden harsh slap on your pussy which makes you moan out loudly.
“Fuck”, you said in the same moment as Bradley did. Jake shows you his signature smirk.
“Try again, baby.”
“Please, please, daddy. I need more. My fingers don’t feel as good as you do. Please I need something more”.
“Good girl”, he praises as he lets his head down to kiss you again. “Bradshaw what do you think she should get? My fingers, my mouth, or my cock?”
“Your mouth”, Bradley states immediately, breathing heavy and voice filled with lust as he spoke. “Want to see how much she can take”.
It does not take Jake more than 10 seconds to obey his friend’s word, setting himself up between your legs. He lets his thick fingers glide through your folds, collecting your slick as you did a couple of minutes ago, before bringing the finger up to his lips, closing his eyes with relish as he tastes you.
“Do you think we should give Bradley a little foretaste of what he is missing?”, the sparkle in his green eyes was devilish. You nod, knowing nothing but another plea would be able to leave your lips if you opened them.
The blonde between your legs repeats his earlier action before he stood up, offering the brunette who was pumping his thick cock, his finger.
It was not the deep groan Bradley let out as soon as the tastes your wetness, but the look in both of their eyes as Jakes finger still stays in Bradley’s mouth after Rooster had already licked it clean, that makes more than clear to you that this was the first but not the last time Rooster would be a guest in your bedroom.
Not that you really cared, you simply wanted to be fucked by your husband.
In a desperate attempt to re-focus Jakes attention on his soaked and naked wife, you wiggle your hips and let out a squeal. “Daddy. Please”.
“Shhh, Honey. Daddy is here”, your husband reassures you, finding his way back between your legs. “You are a bit impatient today. Let’s see if you are really able to take what you are begging for”.
With these words his head dives down to your core, his lips immediately wrap around your clit, sucking harshly on it. “Fuck fuck fuck”, you scream, fingers interwinding with Jakes blonde locks and tugging on them.
Jake eats pussy like a starving man. And you are his last meal.
Being together with Jake for a couple of years now, he had found his way to get you screaming and squirming beneath him within seconds.
He sucks, he nibs, he licks, he nabs at your clit, always changing the motions. He adds a little pressure before he fully takes it away, waiting to hear you beg again.
Begging for his lips to suck you into heaven.
“Fuck. Daddy. I can’t…”, you were not able to form a coherent sentence, your brain feels completely mushy as your husband did anything but reducing the intensity of his torture to your pussy.
Jake groans into your core, as his tongue finds its way to your aching hole, your hips bucking up into his face as he starts to tongue-fuck you.
“God. Daddy, yes. Please don’t stop. Please. Jake”, you brabble as you feel your climax crushing down on you. Your eyes fall shut, and your mouth was open wide in a silent scream, as your husband makes no attempt to let go of your cunt. Quite the opposite was the case, as his tongue found his way back to your overstimulated clit, sucking on it softly.
“Jake”, you whine, tucking on his hair, trying to make him let go of you.
“You begged for him, sweetheart. Now you should be able to take your husband”, Bradley, who you have forgotten about for a hot second, smirks at you, fisting his cock now in a faster pace. “I think she should take your fingers now”, he adds towards Jake, who obeys as soon as he hears the words.
Two of his thick fingers find their way to your neglected hole, which he curls up just right to make them meet the sweet spot in your tight walls.
Your back aches up from the mattress at that feeling, screaming out his name.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, you moan, the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out your cunt filling the room. The air was sticky and hot, sweat pearls down your forehead as you felt your second climax approaching. “Cum for me, Honey”, Jake mumbles against your pussy, sucking your clit accordingly to his finger thrusts.
The high pitch, porn like sounding moan which left you lips the moment you came again, still echoes in your ears as you pull your husband up to meet his lips in a feverish kiss.
Another, deeper moan, leaves your lips as you taste your own release on Jakes tongue.
“Think you are able to take my cock now?”, Jake asks, his forehead pressed onto yours, his right-hand cups your heated cheek.
You nod eagerly, desperate to feel your husband filling you up. Jake manhandles you onto your knees, ass in the air, face turned in the direction where Bradshaw was placed.
Jake comes up behind you, gliding his cock through your folds, using your slick as lube before he puts his cock right where you need him the most. You whine as you can feel him on your entrance but not pushing into you. “I want you to look Bradley in the eyes while I fuck you. If you break eye contact with him, you will regret it. Understand?”, he asks.
“Yes, daddy”, you answer turning your head high, eyes meeting Bradley hazel ones.
“Such a good girl for us, isn’t she, Bradley?”, Jake finally thrusts into you as he asks Bradley, who winks at you at the words.
“She is. A really good girl. Even though she looks like a slut when she lets you fuck her like a dog with bouncing tits while she sounds like a porn star fresh out of a movie”.
You moan out loudly as Jake finds that special spot, his rhythm neither really slow nor really fast but his thrusts were hard.
“Yeah, she is such a good little slut. Always let her daddy use her like he wants. Tell Bradley what you are, Honey.”
“Daddy’s pretty fuck toy”, you answer, eyes shutting close as you feel the tip of Jakes cock brushing your cervix.
“But not a good fuck toy”, Bradley smirks. “Didn’t obey your daddy correctly when closing your eyes”.
Your eyes fly wide open, cursing yourself as Jakes delicious movements stop immediately.
“Oh sugar”, Jakes says with a mimicked sad voice. “I told you, you would be punished, if you don’t keep your eyes on Bradley all the time”.
And without a single warning he slaps the flesh of your ass harshly, while his cock was still buried deep inside your cunt. “Keep your eyes on Bradley and count. If you lose track again, you won’t be cumming again tonight. Got it?”
“Yes daddy”, you whine, eyes meeting Bradley’s again, precum was now leaking from the tip of his cock.
“One”, you count as he slaps you again at the exact same point as before.
“Two”.
“Three”.
“Four”.
At the fifth slap you were not able to hold back a deep moan as his hand meets your red and hot skin.
“She really is a slut. Getting off by her punishment”, Bradley grins.
“Jealous, Rooster?”, the blonde behind you asks, as he meets your ass for the sixth and seventh slap.
“Just a tiny bit”, Bradley grumbles.
The last three slaps followed quickly before Jake presses a kiss to your sweaty shoulder and reminded you of his rules again.
He then starts to set a fast, hard pace. His cock brushing your cervix again and again.
“Such a good girl”, he praises you. “Took your punishment so well. Such a pretty slut for me and Bradley. Going to fill you up so nice with my cum, honey. Mark you up, so Rooster never forgets that he is allowed to look but never to touch you”.
Jake brabbles, his grips on your hips becoming stronger, the both of you knowing very well that there will be bruises the next day.
“Look at him, Baby. How the poor guy fists his cock, looking at you but knowing that he will never be able to have you. Having to see your beautiful tits bounce but he will never be allowed to hear your soft moans when he sucks them gently, just like you love it. Fuck.
You are just mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Mine to care for. Mine to love. My wife”.
You moan in agreement, not able to form a sentence while you desperately try to let your gaze stay interlocked with the heavy breathing man in front of you.
“Isn’t that what you want, Bradshaw? Fucking my wife? Feeling her hot walls clench around you dick? Feel her plush lips on your neck?”
“Fuck yes”, Bradley moans, his hand movements become frantically.
“Fuck, Jake, s’close”, you moan.
“I know, Baby. I feel you. M’close too. Bradshaw?”, he asks his friend, who then nods.
“Want us to come together”, you say, begging Bradley with your eyes to agree to this.
“Fuck, yes”, both of them said at the same time.
Jake picks up his pace, Bradley’s hand movement follows so that he was fucking himself in the same rhythm as Jake was fucking you.
“3”, Jake starts to count down.
“2”, Bradley moans deeply, as he saw your eyes roll in the back of your head.
“1”, you scream out, as you reach your climax as the boys reach theirs.
You saw white streaks of cum flooding out of Bradley’s cock as Jake feels you up with his, marking you as he promised too. Your body collapsed onto the sheets, your breath heavy, and a bit irregular. You close your eyes, as you feel Jake pulling out of you.
“Honey are you with me?”, your husband asks, as he rubs soothing circles on your back before he picks you up into his lap, cuddling you close.
You nod, your throat feels dry from begging and moaning for the last hour.
Bradley’s eyes meet yours, as he reaches out for the wipes Jake has placed on the desk next to him, to clean himself up.
“That was insane”, he states, voice sounding hoarse.
“Indeed”, Jake agrees, pressing a kiss onto your head.
Summary: After a frustrating day at work, a last minute trip to an unfamiliar liquor store has you leaving with a lot more than a bottle of tequila. Or How You Met Jake and Bradley. Prequel to The Waiting Is The Hardest Part.
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jake “Seresin” Hangman x Female Reader [Hangster x Female Reader Polyamorous Relationship - The Beginning]
Warnings: Smut, Filth, Tiny Plot, Reader Has an Office Job, Discussion of Alcohol Consumption, Mature/Explicit Themes [threesome – m/m/f, oral sex – m/f receiving, manual stimulation – m/f receiving, anal sex, vaginal sex, double penetration - f receiving, cum eating, nipple play, condoms, lube] – 18+ Only.
Word Count: 6032
Author's Note: Yet again something that was intended to be a one-shot has taken over my brain. Is anyone surprised? I doubt it.
The car jerked to an inelegant stop in the parking spot you’d swung into in a split-second decision, and you turned off the ignition, still gripping the wheel with your left hand. Your body was full of excess tension – anger, if you were being truly honest with yourself. Jeffrey Collier was a spoiled, useless, trust fund child whom you had spent too much of your own time helping…and he had gone and taken the promotion that was rightfully yours.
You let out a growl of frustration and leapt from the vehicle, yanking the blazer from your shoulders, leaving you in a simple but flattering, office appropriate dress. You tossed the piece of clothing recently freed from your body into your car as though it was personally responsible for every professional misstep you had ever made and grabbed only what was necessary to lock your car and make your purchase. Turning to head into the liquor store, the first you’d spotted on your drive home, you were surprised to see the once empty parking lot was now also occupied by a sleek, black pick-up truck.
Two tall men were making their way toward the building, the very definition of opposites. One dressed in jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, a riot of colour in comparison to the head-to-toe khaki of the other. One brunette, the other a sandy blonde. You could not see their faces, but you were quite confident they were attractive. And very much a couple – the touch the brunette lay on the blonde’s arm, the sweep of his hand along the brunette’s lower back in response, their proximity as they crossed the parking lot.
They seemed so happy, chatting away about some get-together they were hosting the next day, that you slowed your steps, not wanting to intrude with the cloud of melancholy and fury you were certain was swirling about you. The blonde, meanwhile, hastened his steps to grab a cart as the brunette reached into his back pocket to pull out his phone. Your eyes, drawn by the motion, took a moment to appreciate the way the denim hugged the curve of his ass before the piece of paper fluttering to the ground caught your attention.
He continued walking into the store, oblivious, and you sprinted forward, planting your foot onto the slip just as a gust of wind swirled metropolitan debris across the asphalt. Bending down to secure it in your fingers, you called out a quick ‘hey!’, but not knowing his name, it was ineffectual at pulling his attention away from his phone screen. Closing the last bit of distance with long steps, you reached out a hand to tap his shoulder. The sound of your footfalls must have caught his attention, causing him to turn back towards you on the threshold of the store. Your palm landed on the warm, smooth skin of his bicep, firm muscle corded beneath, while your fingertips brushed against the worn cotton of his tropical shirt.
The unexpected contact had your feet skidding to an awkward halt, your wide eyes lifting to meet his equally wide, soft brown ones. The heat of his skin fairly scorched your palm, sending a shiver through you that left goosebumps on your exposed skin in its wake. You had been wrong. He was devastatingly attractive, sporting a mustache that had no right looking that good in this decade, and wearing cologne that was subtle, warm, spicy. It made you want to lean in, press your face to his neck, inhale deeply and investigate if that was cinnamon or all spice…
“Rooster what was the name was that IPA Payback likes again?” His partner asked from a few aisles over and you yanked your hand back as though burned, holding the paper up in front of your face.
“You dropped this.” You exhaled quickly and assembled your expression into something akin to a smile, though it certainly had to be an exhausted one. You turned to head towards the hard liquor as soon as he plucked the list from your fingers with a husky ‘thank you’ that nearly disintegrated your underwear.
Vodka maybe? Memories of too many vodka martinis came flooding back to you and you shook your head, moving down the aisle to consider rum next, unable to ignore the way their playful banter filled the otherwise empty store.
“Don’t forget the Longhorn now…”
“Yes, yes, we’ll get your hometown pisswater, Hangman.” Rooster rasped good humoredly.
Too much sugar in rum, and gin needed a mix…tequila was looking like your best bet. Coming to the back of the store, you eyed the wall of choices, admittedly overwhelmed. You pulled out your phone to do a quick search on reasonably priced yet good-tasting tequila when a throat cleared softly to your left.
“Looking for recommendations?” The blonde…Hangman, was it?...drawled with a brilliant grin as you snapped your head to look at him before looking down with a resurgence of guilt for gawking at his partner in the doorway. “I’d be happy to help, what are you looking for?”
You glanced at the hardware on his chest, suspicion that he was military confirmed by their presence. Your gaze lingered on his ‘Seresin’ name tag before shifting to the golden pair of wings pinned above the rows of multicoloured medals above his heart. Chewing on your lip roughly, you glanced down at your phone and then back up to the wall of bottles.
“Well, I’m looking to get just drunk enough to forget all my career aspirations and maybe my name, without crossing the line into alcohol poisoning…” You sighed in a rush of honesty and then tensed, turning to give him a chagrined smile. “More than you were asking for mmm? Think I’ll just go with the trusty second-cheapest.” You rambled and surged forward, wondering if the universe might be kind enough to have the shelving just collapse on you and end your suffering now.
Your eyes ricocheted across the prices until they located the right price point, perched on the top shelf. As you were reaching up to grab a bottle, you felt the warmth of his body move in behind you, his arm stretched out above you to easily grasp a bottle on your behalf. His cologne flooded your senses, once again the opposite of his partner’s – bold, fresh and citrusy, but inviting you all the same to take a deeper breath to savour the scent of him. Just like his partner though, he was also unfairly handsome, making your pulse race as he set the cool, glass bottle in your hands. His eyes were sparkling with mirth and intrigue as he looked you over, delivering an undeniably flirtatious wink before he turned to select a much higher quality brand for himself.
Standing there in stunned bewilderment, you watched as he wended his way through the aisles back to Rooster, setting the tequila in their cart. It was checked off the list with a touch of flair before they started towards the checkout. They were half unloaded by the time your faculties returned and you moved to stand patiently behind them, cradling your second-cheapest tequila against your body as you tried your best to look anywhere but at them. You had gotten into enough trouble already this evening.
The chorus of ‘thank yous’ and ‘have a good evenings’ had you lifting your eyes to see them loading the last few cases of beer back into their full cart. Two pairs of eyes, one brown the other green, met yours and you offered one last smile.
“Have fun with your event.” You nodded to them as they wished you a pleasant evening and made their way out to their truck.
Your transaction was quick by comparison, yet you were nonetheless surprised to find the pair of them still lingering in the parking lot, waiting closer to your vehicle than theirs, as you stepped out into the long light of the setting sun. You hesitated a moment as they shared a look, Rooster nodding to Hangman, before the latter stood taller as you reached your car.
“Rooster…I mean, Bradley…and I, Jake, were wondering if you might be interested in a suggestion for how you might spend your evening. Instead of alone, with that bottle of tequila.” He gestured to the brown paper bag tucked into your elbow and you raised your eyebrows, keys clenched between your fingers.
“A suggestion?” You tilted your head, wondering if you were about to get propositioned in a liquor store parking lot.
“A more entertaining way for you to forget your name, that won’t leave you feeling quite so sick…” Rooster…Bradley…whatever, chimed in.
“Come home with us.” Jake added, confirming your suspicions, making your eyes widen.
“But aren’t you a couple?” You blurted and then immediately regretted sounding like a midwestern prude. “Sorry I just…was not expecting this…” Your keys jangled as your fingers fiddled with them nervously.
Jake chuckled and nodded. “We are…doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy the company of pretty girls like yourself…” He stepped closer, letting his fingertips drift down your bicep, over your elbow.
You should have been offended, being called girl, especially after the day you’d had courtesy of the patriarchy, but there was something about the way it rolled off his pink lips that made your knees want to knock together. Or maybe that was due to the way his sage green eyes were burning into yours.
“Promise we’ll take your mind off whatever’s got you so riled up…” The gravelly voice of his partner, along with the brush of his facial hair against your ear, made you shudder and lick your lips involuntarily. When had he gotten so close…
Alcohol…sex with strangers…equally risky, right? Definitely not, but their closeness to you, the way their colognes both competed and complimented in your nostrils, was making it very difficult to be truly rational. And the promise to help you forget the day? That was too much to ignore.
“Condoms or I’m not coming.” Your lips twitched into a smirk, and you pressed them together in an act of self-discipline. “Not coming over.” You clarified as full smirks danced on their faces.
They shared another look before nodding.
“Agreed.” Jake spoke on their behalf. “We live in Imperial Beach, you ok to follow us?”
You nodded, swallowing thickly. You were half-blinded by lust but wanted to have your own vehicle wherever you ended up, so you were going to have to focus. Utilizing tricks such as aggressive air conditioning and overly-loud music, you managed to cool some of the heat they had ignited in your flesh and shake yourself out of your stupor. Jake, who had climbed into the driver’s side, was also doing a good job of driving with the intention of being followed.
Within fifteen minutes you were pulling into the driveway of a tall, narrow home covered in white stucco. You pulled on your blazer and shoved your bottle of tequila into your work tote, taking a fortifying breath before climbing out of the car. Jake already had the front door open, and Bradley was filling his arms with beer cases. Having been trained since childhood to help wherever it was needed, you slung your tote over your shoulder and grabbed the last two yourself, following him inside.
The tiled entryway was tidy and welcoming, facing a set of open stairs to the second floor but also open to the entire main floor which overlooked Imperial Beach and the pier. Your jaw almost dropped before you reminded yourself not to gawk. They said they lived in Imperial Beach, but more accurately they lived on Imperial Beach.
“You helping, pretty girl?” Jake smirked and took the cases from you easily, filling your view with the way his biceps bunched under the load.
“Uh yeah, that should be the last of it.” You swallowed and, noticing they both had taken off their shoes, you did the same.
“Oh Hangman’s gonna give you an extra orgasm for that pretty girl.” Bradley chuckled, brushing passed you to go lock up the truck.
“The man is not wrong…” Jake grinned, leaning against the banister, eyes raking along your frame. “Such good manners, taking off your shoes, helping unload the car…”
“I uh…can’t help myself.” You shrugged sheepishly, tucking your shoes out of the way where they had put theirs. “Helped someone else right into the job I wanted…” You muttered bitterly, straightening to find the blonde man a lot closer than he had been before.
“And we’re going to help take your mind off of that, aren’t we Rooster?” He reached up for your tote bag and you gratefully shrugged it off your shoulder as you heard the door close and lock behind you.
“We most certainly are.” Bradley rumbled in reply as his hands reached around your body, coming to rest on the collar of your blazer, helping you shrug out of it before hanging it in the closet.
Feeling your pulse thrumming through your veins, you tensed as you suddenly realized you had yet to introduce yourself.
“Jake…” You lay a hand on his shoulder as he nodded before turning to looking at the brunette. “Bradley.” You smiled as he licked his lips and nodded in kind, laying your hand on his bicep again – where your hand had been yearning to return to. You gave them your name, looking back and forth between the two of them. “It’s nice to meet you.” You laughed a little at the absurdity of introducing yourself this late in the game, watching as they both stepped closer.
“You want to kiss her, don’t you Rooster…have since she first touched you…” Jake spoke with a hushed intensity that made you shiver despite the heat enveloping you from their combined proximity.
“Yes…” He breathed in reply, eyes dropping to your lips and your tongue darted out to wet them unconsciously.
“Go on then…” Jake encouraged, sliding his arm around your waist as he pressed up against your side. The hand that had been resting against his shoulder naturally slid up to cup the back of his neck, but your face turned up towards Bradley’s in silent invitation.
It was gentle at first, a brush of his soft lips against yours that had you leaning closer, yearning for more contact. His hands lifted to frame your face, lips pressing to yours more firmly as his tongue sought access into your mouth. Your fingers curled into Bradley’s bicep and the back of Jake’s neck simultaneously, your noises of delight swallowed by his ravenous mouth. The feeling of Jake’s lips trailing hot, wet kisses down the column of your throat had tour toes curling into the tile, drawing a ragged moan from deep in your chest at the surprise of it, the delight of basking in so much attention.
Bradley’s lips left yours to attack the opposite side of your throat but were quickly replaced by Jake’s drawing you in for a heated kiss. A hand which you were fairly certain belonged to Bradley was massaged its way up your thigh while another, which was likely Jake’s, was kneading your butt cheek. Altogether, the sensations they evoked where making it quite difficult to stand, and you clung to them desperately, trying not to melt onto the floor in their front hall.
“Mmm maybe we should get you upstairs before you fall apart on us mmm?” Jake mocked teasingly, making Rooster chuckle against the crook of your shoulder.
You trembled with a whimper of agreement, grateful as they carefully pulled back before Jake led you up the stairs by the hand and Bradley followed closely behind, hands on your hips to be sure you didn’t fall. You passed several rooms full of neatly made beds, wondering if they often hosted a lot of guests, before arriving in the primary suite with a king-sized bed and breath-taking ocean view. You felt Bradley’s fingers busy themselves with the fastenings on your dress and you reached forward for the buttons on Jake’s shirt as he turned to face you.
“Eager, aren’t you, pretty girl…” He grinned and seized your lips with his once more, making your task that much more difficult.
Somehow you managed to prevail, tugging his shirt free from his pants to undo the last few buttons before pushing it from his shoulders. You huffed in frustration as your fingers met the cotton of his undershirt and he chuckled against your lips.
“I’ll be sure you share your feedback on my uniform with the Navy.”
Feeling particularly feisty, you let your teeth graze his bottom lip in reply, shuddering at the growl that echoed in his throat. You shifted back and pulled his shirt up and off, squeaking as Bradley took advantage of the moment and did the same with your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear. A hush fell over the pair of them as they drank you in and your throat spasmed as you gulped roughly under such intense scrutiny.
Needing something to focus on, you turned quickly to fight with the buttons on Bradley’s shirt, gnawing on your lip brutally as you worked the plastic circles through the fabric slits one-by-one.
“Pretty girl, you’re gorgeous…” Jake broke the silence at last, his warm breath caressing the back of your neck before he began to kiss and nip his way down your spine.
Your back arched in response while Bradley’s index finger slid beneath your chin to lift your eyes to meet his nearly black ones, pupils blown with lust.
“Hiding your gorgeous self beneath that dress is a crime…” He purred and pulled you in to nip at your jaw.
A second huff fell from your lips as you found another undershirt obscuring your target. “The real crime here is the undershirts you boys wear…” You countered and leaned back to pull Bradley’s up and off as well.
The clasp on your bra loosened suddenly, your breasts spilling free from the cups as Jake dragged the straps down your arms and let the garment fall to the ground. His busy hands slid down to cup the apex of your thighs while Bradley bent his head to suck at one nipple, thumbing and rolling the other. Your head fell back onto Jake’s shoulder as he began to trace your folds through your underwear, grinning against your ear at the growing dampness there.
“That feel good, pretty girl?”
“Ye…yes…” You panted, arching your back needily as Bradley switched his attentions to the other nipple.
Jake began to walk back towards the bed, pulling you and Rooster with him. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of your underwear, he peeled them off your hips before pushing them to the floor, helping you step free. You felt him sit on the edge of the bed behind you before sliding up to rest against the pillows, holding out his hands in invitation. You crawled forward onto the duvet but stopped at his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his pants, working both off his hips as you saw Bradley shuck off his jeans before following you onto the bed.
Your lips met Jake’s eagerly, hips straddling his, but his hands gently guided you to lay with your back against his chest, spreading your thighs open to Bradley’s hungry gaze.
“Oh, pretty girl…” Rooster sighed hungrily, leaning up to kiss you appreciatively before pressing his lips to Jake’s firmly, trapping your body between theirs. A whimper bubbled up in your throat at the sight of the two immaculately sculpted men kissing passionately beside you, and you clung helplessly to Bradley’s sides, hips rocking against the two firm cocks you could feel pressing against the front and back of your body through their underwear. They grunted into their kiss in unison, hips grinding into yours in response, making you mewl wantonly.
Bradley’s mouth left Jake’s, leaving a trail of saliva down your torso before coming to settle between your thighs as Jake’s hands cupped your breasts. He licked a broad stripe along your folds, making you arch against Jake, who nipped your earlobe in turn.
“What’s he doing to your pretty pussy, pretty girl? Tell me…” He coaxed, licking at the shell of your ear, listening expectantly.
“He…ah….he’s spreading me open and…his tongue is…shit the mustache feels…” You struggled, making Jake chuckle as he tugged at your nipples, only adding to your mental haze. “Oh he’ssuckingonmyclit…” You gasped, hips undulating between Bradley’s mouth and Jake’s cock where it pressed against the cleft of your ass.
Jake hummed in encouragement, rutting against you as you described the first and then second finger that Bradley slipped into your warm heat. The fingers of your right hand were buried in Bradley’s sun-kissed chestnut curls while those of your left had sought the longer golden locks near the crown of Jake’s head. As Rooster curled his fingers forward into the spongey spot that drove the breath from your lungs, both men were rewarded with a sharp tug to their hair as an agonized moan ripped from your throat.
“Talk to me, pretty girl…” Jake drawled, voice thick with desire, cock throbbing against you.
“Oh fuck, he found my g-spot…” you whined, bucking sharply with a groan as Rooster stroked it again triumphantly.
“Well done, Rooster.” Jake grinned, tone glowing with pride in his partner who pursued your internal pleasure point ruthlessly until you were cumming around his fingers with a wail.
“Fuck, Jake, you gotta taste her…” Rooster groaned between licks of your cunt before crawling up the bed the offer Jake his glistening fingers.
You watched in the haze of your post-climax bliss as Jake’s tongue wrapped around Bradley’s fingers, pulling them into his mouth and sucking them clean, his eyes fluttering shut at the taste of you.
“Wanna taste her on you, too…” He pulled back and slammed his lips against Bradley’s, tongue delving into his mouth to savour every last drop of you before he licked his face clean. The sight alone had you flooding with fresh desire, your thighs rubbing together unconsciously seeking friction as your breathing shallowed.
Mercifully, they took pity on you, carefully rearranging bodies and limbs to allow Jake to savour the taste of you from the source while you shuffled to hang your head off the edge of the bed.
“Bradley…I’d really like your cock in my throOAT!” The end of your sentence marred by Jake plunging his tongue into your cunt. “Please…” You whined, reaching for his boxers needily as you ground your clit against Jake’s nose, eyelids fluttering as he chuckled against you.
“Who am I to deny such a request pretty girl?” Rooster licked his lips, stroking your cheek as he came to stand on the floor in front of you, removing his boxers to reveal his weeping cock.
You swallowed thickly at the rush of saliva in your mouth and reached out to wrap one hand around his girth, the other gripping his hip and guiding him closer. You traced your tongue along the veins on the underside of his length before taking the tip of him into your mouth, moaning around him as Jake managed to find your g-spot as well. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you pulled his hips closer, relaxing your throat to take him as deep as possible, swallowing around him. His thick curse above you made you grin, even as your muscles spasmed and your eyes watered.
Laying both hands on his hips loosely, you let him set the pace, using your mouth and throat as he would. A wave of desire flooded your lower abdomen as Bradley began to thrust his cock, making Jake exclaim between your thighs.
“Pretty girl sure is enjoying herself, Rooster.” He chuckled and added a third finger to your well-prepped cunt, making you moan hungrily around Bradley’s length.
You felt your second orgasm approaching, the band in your abdomen tightening dangerously. You shoved Bradley’s hips back, causing him to withdraw his cock from your mouth before your eyes rolled back in your head as you arched with a soundless cry, clamping down tightly on Jake’s fingers.
“Holy shit…” Bradley murmured, supporting your head with one hand, gently wiping at the sheen of sweat gathering on your cheeks and forehead with the other. “How you doin’ there, pretty girl?”
“So…s’good…” You slurred, nodding as you trembled and jolted with aftershocks until you had to gently but firmly pushed Jake away from your cunt with a foot to his shoulder. “Too much…” You breathed.
You were fairly certainly they both chuckled at that before working together to lay you against the pillows, caressing you gently while taking turns kissing you and each other while your soul gradually returned to your body.
“You up for more? We’d very much like to give you more but we’d understand –”
“More.” You replied with clarity. “Haven’t even felt your cock yet, Jake…” You slid a hand into his boxers to wrap your fingers around him, licking your lips at the velvet wrapped steel you found there.
He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes falling shut as he inhaled shakily, hands coming to grip your hips tightly.
“How would you like us, pretty girl? You’ve got some options…” Bradley asked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his mustache brushing against your skin and drawing your nipples into firm peaks.
Your fist worked along Jake’s length at a languid pace as you considered all your options before landing on the greediest…and truly, if you were going to have the chance, you might as well seize it. Carpe double penetration…
“I’ll take both of you at the same time, please…Don’t care who’s in my cunt and who’s in my ass…I just want both of you…” There was a clash of teeth and tongues as first Jake and then Bradley kissed you fiercely before Jake slid from your grasp to divest himself of his boxers and fetch a roll of condoms and a bottle of lube from the bedside table.
“On her side, maybe?” Rooster asked and Jake nodded.
“Neither of us will crush her that way.” He smirked a little and worked the packets open as Rooster rolled you to face him, kissing you deeply.
You felt the bed dip and Jake’s hands reach between your bodies to carefully roll a condom onto Bradley’s length before applying a generous drizzle of lube. Bradley hooked his hand behind your top knee and pulled it over his hip, lining the tip of his cock with your entrance before he slowly began to press forward, eyes drinking in your face hungrily. You cupped his cheek, fighting the urge to clench your eyes shut as he filled you, panting at the stretch despite all of their preparations.
Jake slid up behind you, his well-lubricated fingers circling and stretching your ring of muscle open gradually, one finger at the time.
“Oh…fuck…” You whined, pressing your head back into his shoulder.
“You’re doing so good pretty girl, so good…” He praised, peppering kisses along your temple and cheekbone as Bradley’s calloused fingers sought your clit, circling the bundle of nerves to help you relax. “You ready?”
“Uh huh” You nodded, feeling the latex-wrapped tip of his cock pressing against your ass.
Jake rolled his hips forward, making your eyes clench shut and jaw go slack at the intensity of the pair of their cocks filling you so very completely. One hand clutched at Bradley’s shoulder where it pressed into the mattress, the other snaked back in Jake’s hair, trying to cling to them both to stay grounded – certain you might simply float away on this feeling.
“We’ve got you, pretty girl.” Bradley soothed.
“Not going anywhere.” Jake cooed.
Tentatively, experimentally, you rocked your hips, quivering at the waves of pleasure that rolled through you. Jake reached across your hips to grab a handful of Rooster’s ass, making him rock forward, his length sliding against Jake’s through the thin barrier within your body.
“Yes, that’s it…” Jake encouraged, and Rooster began to thrust in earnest – slowly at first, before the volume of both your and Jake’s cries drove him faster.
Initially, Jake remained still, but began rocking his hips in time with Rooster’s every fourth, third, and then second thrust. By the time they were moving in sync, you were an incoherent, babbling mess.
“Mn…Ja…ke…Bradleeee…yes…”
Jake’s hand squeezed your breast firmly as Bradley’s thumb pressed insistently at your clit, their cocks sliding in and out of your body in a delicious unison until climax tore through your body, a rainbow of colour exploding behind your eyelids.
“Oh fuck…” You heard Bradley’s strangled shout as you clenched around his cock rhythmically, his hips stuttering before he came into the protective latex.
Safe in the knowledge that everyone else had achieved pleasure, Jake at last allowed himself to orgasm, pressing his face between your shoulder blades as his hips jerked against yours, filling his own condom with a ragged cry.
Your consciousness was questionable as the men cleaned you up and made sure you ingested some fruit and water before settling into the bed with you, cradled in their warm, strong arms. Your cheek rested on Jake’s bicep, Bradley’s chest pressed against your side and his arm wrapped around your waist.
“Did it work?” Rooster asked drowsily and your eyes fluttered open.
“Hmmm?” You intoned lazily.
“What’s your name?” Jake smirked cockily.
“Mmmm, pretty girl…” You replied promptly, shutting your eyes and falling asleep between them.
Sunlight filled the room the next time you opened your eyes, and you were keenly aware of the fact that you were on a different side of the bed, alone. Hearing heavy breathing and stifled moans behind you, you rolled carefully onto your side, eyes widening at the sight of Jake with his head buried between Bradley’s thighs. Jake’s lips were wrapped around Bradley’s cock as the lanky brunette desperately tried to keep quiet, the knuckle of his index finger clenched between his teeth, cheeks flushed scarlet as he sat propped up against the headboard.
All the moisture was sucked from your mouth, while at the same time your thighs clenched together instinctively as arousal flooded your system.
“Oh shit we woke you, ..s..sorry…” Bradley panted an apology as his eyes landed on your face, but you quickly shook your head, sliding closer.
“Does it feel good, Bradley? Jake sucking your cock?” You cooed, fluttering kisses across his brow as he whimpered in reply.
His hands reached out for you, pulling you against his side as your mouth moved down his jaw, tongue pausing to swipe at the constellation of scars that graced his features.
“He’s good at it?”
“The..b..best…” Bradley groaned and bucked a little, forcing Jake’s hands to pin his hips.
“Doesn’t surprise me, his mouth is very talented.” You agreed, skimming a hand down the fluttering muscles of his abdomen as you sought the pulse in his throat, beginning to suck at it.
Rooster moaned nonsensically in reply, and you looked towards Jake as his fingers wrap around your wrist, guiding your hand down to lay the index and middle finger of your left hand on either side of the base of Bradley’s cock. He bucked again, arm wrapping around you to grab at your butt cheek as you tightened your fingers around him, Jake’s lips brushing your skin every time he took Rooster’s cock into his throat. You honestly would not mind waking up this way every day.
“Gon..na cum…” Bradley warned and Jake shifted lower onto his cock to catch as much as possible. You watched hungrily as Rooster bucked to his mouth, the muscles of Jake’s throat contracting as he swallowed before he sat back on his heels, licking at his lips, breathing heavily.
Sliding onto your knees, you leaned in to lick at a line of thick, white cum that had escaped from the corner of his lips and Jake pulled you close with a growl, kissing you hungrily to share Bradley’s taste, his length pressing against your lower abdomen needily. Bradley pulled at your hips, guiding you back to sit between his legs, fingers immediately seeking your cunt while Jake worked on a condom and a slick of lube as he watched Bradley’s fingers dive knuckle-deep into your warmth.
Your head lolled back against the front of his chest as your hips canted forward greedily, arousal at having merely watched Jake pleasure Bradley evident in the way you were glistening with slick.
“My, my pretty girl, you’re going to give me an ego…” Jake smirked, and you and Bradley scoffed in unison.
“Too late, Hangman.” Rooster croaked, voice as rough as a gravel road.
Jake grinned darkly and tugged your hips forward, watching Bradley remove his fingers, before sliding his cock home firmly, the pair of you exclaiming harshly at the bolt of pleasure that tore through your bodies. Careful not to slam your hips back into Rooster’s softening cock, Jake set a punishing pace, driving his length into you, the air from your lungs, and high-pitched noises of pleasure from your throat with each thrust. You clung to his biceps, nails unintentionally painting tiger stripes against his tanned skin as you felt your climax impending with alarming speed.
“Oh…oooo fuck…” Was all the warning you were able to muster before arching sharply off Rooster’s chest, slamming your hips up into Jake’s as your orgasm seized you violently.
“Holy shit you’re squeezing me so tight with that pretty pussy, pretty girl.” He hissed, thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release, face pressed against your neck, hot breath fanning across your collarbone. “Ahn!” He shouted sharply, pelvis colliding with yours firmly as you felt his cock twitch with release inside you, condom collecting all of his cum. A tiny part of you regretted your rules, just then.
Lazily, kisses were exchanged, and the three of you made your way to the shower. Jake seemed a little less interested in lingering, more focused on the fact that it was nearly noon and company would be arriving in two hours. You made it out of the shower next, somehow escaping Rooster’s grasping hands to find the towels Jake had left for you on the bathroom counter. Drying off, you dressed in yesterday’s clothes. It was not the best feeling but thankfully you had been stripped before things got too messy. You made your way downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat just as Jake’s voice rang out from the walk-in pantry.
“Rooster, can you take care of the tablecloths and chairs for me? I’m just getting the barbeque stuff ready.”
Glancing out the sliding doors, your eyes widened to see said tablecloths about to blow over the concrete barrier separating their patio from the public beach. You slid the door open and dashed out, sliding it shut behind you quickly before hurrying after the plasticized fabric. Thankfully, you managed to catch both before they escaped the property and went about securing them to the patio tables with the heavy fasteners Jake had also set out. The stiff breeze was refreshing, the salty tang of the ocean helping to shake the last of the drowsiness from your body, though a pleasurable ache remained. You found two stacks of chairs around the corner and assumed those were what needed to be put out.
As you were putting the last chair into place, you could not escape the feeling that someone was watching you. Turning slowly, you sunk your teeth into your lower lip to see the pair of them watching from the living room window, Rooster leaning on Jake while the slightly shorter man sipped on a cup of coffee. Sheepishly, you stepped back inside, carefully closing the sliding door behind you. Before you even tried to come up with a lame excuse, Bradley was wrapping his arms around you, pressing against your side as he traced the ends of his mustache along your neck teasingly.
“Stay?” He rumbled against you.
You blinked and looked to Jake slowly, curious how he felt about the idea. He swallowed his sip of coffee and nodded firmly.
You were afraid to suggest it in the first place. You know how Rooster can get; he’s very possessive and he doesn’t like when people touch his things, especially people like Hangman.
Jake is everything that Rooster despises, all wrapped up in a tanned, blonde package. As your luck would have it, you happen to find your boyfriend’s sworn enemy extremely hot.
You thought bringing it up would be a dealbreaker, that Rooster would look at you like you have three heads and walk right out the door. You were shocked when he came to you first about it.
“What do you think about Seresin?”
“I mean… he’s alright.”
“Yeah. Do you think he’s… attractive?”
“What?”
“Do you think he’s attractive?”
“Is this a trick question?”
It was out of nowhere; unprompted, blurted out in the silence of your living room.
“No, it’s not a trick, I swear. Just… earlier today he bet that he could beat me at darts with his eyes closed,” he trails off.
“Okay?”
“And I may have bet something on the game.”
You sit up from where you were laying on the couch to look at him from his spot in the arm chair.
“What did you bet?”
“Um…”
“Bradley.”
“I may have bet a night with you.”
Your mouth falls open and your eyebrows shoot to your hairline in surprise. Your boyfriend made a bet with his least favorite person in the world, and made you the prize.
“Please don’t be mad,” he frowns at your silence. “I swear, I can call it off and give him like fifty bucks instead, you don’t have to do it.”
You sit there for a moment, considering your options. You have always found Jake attractive, even before you got with Rooster. And if Rooster is giving you permission like this…
“Well, I’d hate to see you lose that money.”
“The money doesn’t matter, honey, you don’t have to do this.”
“It’s okay, really. I’ll do it.”
Rooster sent a brief text to Jake, and within the hour, you got a knock on your door. Rooster answers it while you’re finishing getting ready in the bathroom. You can hear the deep rumble of their voices through the wall, but you can’t make out anything.
You finally emerge from the bathroom, wearing one of Rooster’s old tees and a pair of lace panties that are hidden by the hem of the shirt. Both men’s eyes scan you, looking you over hungrily.
“Hey there, honey,” Jake grins.
“Hi, Jake,” you smile.
“So,” Jake turns to Rooster with a cocky smile. “If you wanna stay out here… I can’t promise to not be loud.”
Rooster’s eyebrows furrow. “What are you talking about? I’m not staying out here.”
“Are you gonna go out, or…?”
Bradley scoffs at Jake. “No way I’m leaving you alone with her.”
“Why the hell not? That was the deal.”
“The bet was for a night with her, there were no specifications.”
You look between the two men like you’re watching a tennis match, and it makes you a little dizzy.
“Why can’t I have you both?”
They pause and turn to you, both wearing confused expressions. “Like a threesome?” Bradley asks.
“Yeah,” you shrug.
Jake lights up, a shit-eating grin splitting his face. Bradley looks more skeptical, but a deal is a deal, after all.
You scamper off to the bedroom, and Jake can’t rip his eyes away from your ass as you walk down the hallway. Bradley punches him in the shoulder, but doesn’t say anything in response to Jake’s laugh.
When they enter the bedroom, they find you already sitting in the center of the bed while you wait for them. Jake sits next to you, while Bradley stands in front of you, arms crossed.
“How is this going to work?” Bradley asks, making Jake chuckle.
“You’ve never seen porn, Bradshaw?”
Bradley shoots Jake a glare. “I wasn’t asking you.”
“Well…” you interject. “maybe one in the front and one in the back?”
You feel embarrassed about asking like this, but the heated looks you’re getting from both men lead you to believe they’re not judging you.
“I want her pussy,” Jake says, voice gravely.
“No fucking way,” Bradley huffs. “I should get to pick.”
“I won the bet, asshole.”
“I want Jake to fuck me,” you say, successfully stopping their arguing. Bradley looks a little betrayed, but the reassurance that you’ll suck his dick seems to comfort him.
You move onto your hands and knees, your ass facing the foot of the bed. Jake stands behind you, groping your ass and swearing under his breath.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, sweetheart. I’ve had my eye on this ass since I met you,” Jake mumbles as he digs his fingers into your soft flesh.
For as jealous and reluctant Rooster played, the blown wide look in his eyes as he looks down at you from where he kneels in front of you tells you everything. He wants this just as much as you.
You feel Jake’s fingertips slip under the waistband of your panties. “Can I?”
You can’t respond verbally, your mouth busy with the tip of Rooster’s thumb, but you nod. That’s enough permission for Jake, because he’s immediately yanking your panties down to your knees. He groans at the sight of your glistening lips, wet just for him.
“Your cunt’s gorgeous,” Jake swears. You see Bradley look up at Jake, a knowing look on his face.
“Warm her up with your fingers. Her pussy’s real greedy,” Rooster smirks.
Jake does as Bradley instructed; pushes in one finger, followed soon after by a second. He fingers you, stretching you open to prepare you for his cock, while Bradley undoes his fly.
Before long, you’re being fed cock from both ends by the men of your dreams. Your jaw aches as Bradley slots himself down your throat, and your stomach burns with the heat of Jake’s cock stretching you open.
“Fuck, gorgeous, I love feeling your mouth on me,” Rooster groans as he strokes your jaw tenderly, always the gentleman.
“You’re squeezin’ the life outta my cock,” Jake chuckles. “You’re obviously not fuckin’ her good enough, Rooster. She’s as tight as a goddamn virgin.”
Rooster smirks down at you, an expression that you attempt to return with your mouth full.
Jake starts to thrust into you, fast and shallow, unlike Rooster’s slow, deep thrusts that you’re used to. If your mouth wasn’t busy, you’d be filling the air with moans and curses.
You suppose you were a little distracted by the slide of Jake’s thick cock into you that you payed your boyfriend less attention, because he’s tapping your jaw to get your attention.
“Can I fuck your mouth, sweetheart?” he asks gently, eyes full of adoration even as you’re getting fucked by someone else.
You nod as best you can, and relax your throat to make it easier to take him.
Now, you’re on your hands and knees, letting your boyfriend and his workplace rival use your holes. It’s dirty, depraved, and it makes your head spin. Their hands are everywhere, all over your body and in your hair; it’s almost overwhelming.
“Where do you want me to cum,” Jake grunts out.”
Before you can even think of a response, Rooster answers for you. “Inside.”
You love your boyfriend, and with the way Jake moans, you think he might too.
