But they tap twice, and you lick your lips. “Yes.” The touch continues along the inside of your thigh, followed by the warm brush of lips. Your legs part further, and he helps you lay back against the bed. Your shoulders hit another solid wall of warmth, and you find yourself chuckling softly.
“Bradley,” you whisper. His cologne gave him away, plus the gentle scrape of his mustache against the curve of your neck sends shivers down your spine. The warmth from his hands seeps through the robe, raising goosebumps on your skin. You can feel him untie the sash, easing the fabric from your shoulders.
“Right here, honey.” He murmurs into your ear. “Part your legs just a little more.” Bradley’s hands ease your knees further apart, putting you fully on display for whoever’s between them. “You know he likes to watch you.”
“That doesn’t give me any hints.” You pout, chasing the movement of his head, capturing his mouth in a soft kiss.
“I’m the only one with a built-in hint, we decided it would be more fun if you called me out earlier.” His fingertips trail from your jaw, pressing lightly against your throat, then down to your chest. Both of his warm rough hands cup your breasts, fingers teasing slowly at your nipples.
“Can I have a hint?”
His chuckle is warm and low, vibrating through you. “One is Bobby, the other is Jake.”
“That’s not fair.”
“We could end the game early.” Bradley says giving your breasts a squeeze. “But I don’t think you want that.”
Any further protest dies in your throat. The man between your legs licks a long slow stripe to your pussy. You sigh softly, fingers intertwining with Bradley’s his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. There’s a low moan against your folds, tongue sliding past them, lapping eagerly at your arousal. You squeeze Bradley’s hands, trying so hard to stick to the rules. No touching, no asking questions, just them, and you.
You were still a little unsteady on the details of how you ended up with not one, but three men who doted on you endlessly. It took work, and it worked, better than you had ever imagined. There was nowhere else you’d rather be than in your little house with the three men who held your heart.
Your head tips back, mouthing at Bradley’s neck. The man between your legs licked and kissed at your pussy, drawing breathy moans from you. Bradley’s mouth closes over you, kissing you slowly, gently. His hands cup your face, and you tremble as a finger pressed into you. A second joins soon after, both sliding in and out, the soft sounds only making the man between your legs moan again. A third set of hands land on you, one calloused hand closing around your throat, applying the slightest pressure.
You gasp, breaking the kiss with Bradley. His kisses trail down your neck, along your shoulder. The hand at your throat squeezes just a bit hard, the edges of your pleasure fuzzy. Bradley has a tight hold on both of your hands, squeezing gently. A calloused hand gropes at your breasts, the fingers buried in your cunt twist just right, hitting that spot inside you that made you cry out.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re doing so well.” Bradley murmurs against your skin. “So beautiful for us.” Another soft kiss to your shoulder. “I love watching him between your legs. He’s always so hungry for you.”
Calloused fingers are replaced with by warm kisses, a tongue dragging over your nipple. You arch back more against Bradley, groaning as the licking turns to sucking. “Jake...”
“You sure?” Bradley asks. There’s a lightness to his tone. “You get it wrong, and we’ll stop.”
“Please, please don’t stop.”
“We wouldn’t stop darlin’.” Bobbie’s voice is so soft. You’re so overwhelmed by touch, kisses, the way a third finger works into you, stretching you. Teeth sink into the soft skin of your breast, and you know there will be a mark left behind.
“Too fucking pretty to stop.” Jake rasps into your ear. His voice is low and rough, and if you knew any better, you’d call it wrecked. “Bradley’s being a sore loser, because we wouldn’t let him shave.”
“It would have made all of us very sad if he did.” Bobby says gently.
Hands grip your hips, laying you back against soft blankets and pillows. The fingers ease from your body, and you whimper. Bradley’s hands slide between your thighs, keeping them parted. The bed shifts, weight settling above you. The blunt head of a hot cock pressing past your folds and into you. He’s thick, filling you, stretching you further. Long fingers push past your lips, pressing gently on your tongue. You suck at the fingers, moaning when the man thrusts into you.
Fingers fall from your mouth when you cry out. “Jake. It’s Jake.”
“Where sweetheart?” Bradley asks.
“Fucking me.” You’re breathless, Jake thrusting harder into you, making sure that you took every inch of his length. “You-you got me ready for him.”
“Good girl.” Bob breathes against your collar bone. His kisses drag along your torso, his fingertips ghosting along your hip, dipping between your legs to rub at your clit as Jake fucks into you. “Turn your head and open your mouth. Bradley’s been so patient sweetheart.”
You whimper, following the instructions. Bradley slides his cock past your lips, he’s heavy and hot on your tongue, wet from precome. The sound he makes goes through you, and you know you’re tightening around Jake. Bobby’s touch is a stark contrast to Jake’s thrusts. Slow and deliberate, rubbing gently. You relax your jaw, sucking at the length in your mouth, taking Bradley further down your throat.
His hand brushes along your jaw, cradling your head, guiding you up and down his cock. “Fuck baby, you look so good like this.” His voice is full of grit and need. “Jake looks so fucked out. Don’t blame him, you feel like heaven sweetheart.”
“Jesus,” Jake mutters. “Baby girl you’re so tight. Even with Bobby helping you out, getting you ready for me.” His voice cracks. “Fuck, his fingertips brush my cock when I push in.”
You can hear Bobby chuckle, and he nips at your hip.
“Can’t help it, you have a pretty dick, Jake.”
You moan around the cock in your throat. They’re touching each other. Bradley groans—and you know that sound. It’s the one he makes when someone pulls his hair. Pieces were clicking into place, and it feels so fucking right. It adds to the pleasure coursing through you, spiraling low in your belly.
“Go ahead, come when you can darlin’. You’re doing so good.” Jake’s drawl is thick enough to walk on, statement ending with a grunt. You’re not sure which one, but either Bradley or Bobby was kissing him.
Bradley twitches down your throat, and you swirl your tongue around that thick cock, grinning to yourself when he jerks his hips, thrusting into your mouth. Your orgasm slides through you, Bobby still rubbing at your clit, even when you’re bucking against Jake’s cock. There’s a low moan, Jake’s hands stuttering on your hips as he spills into you. Bradley follows soon after with a quiet sound, and you swallow eagerly, taking everything, he gives you.
You whine when Bradley gently slides from your mouth. You lick your lips, wiping the corner of your mouth, licking up any spilled drops of his come that you hadn’t swallowed. Jake pulls out, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, Bobby’s touch trailing up and down your side. You’re so incredibly empty, and spent, and it’s one of the most incredible things you’ve ever felt. Decadent, debauched, wanted.
“The lights are off.” Bobby says softly. The blindfold is untied, the silk brushing your skin as he moves it away. You blink your eyes open cautiously. Bobby helps you to sit up, placing a gently kiss to your mouth. “You’re so incredible.” A water bottle is held to your lips and you gulp at it, the cool water helping to break some of the fog.
“You with us darlin’?” Jake asks. He’s sitting at the foot of the bed, watching you, eyes heavily lidded, mouth swollen from kisses.
You nod, licking your lips before speaking. “Yes.”
“Bobby’s going to help you shower and cozy.” Bradley says. “Jake and I are going to change the sheets and cuddle with you once you’re all warm and snuggly.”
You nod, placing your hand in Bob’s when it’s offered. He pulls you gently to your feet, arm around your waist, holding you close to him supporting you as you wobbled on unsteady legs. He kisses your temple, nuzzling gently against the top of your head before leading you into the bathroom.
/end
