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Turns out you accumulate a lot of shit when you spend a year somewhere, even if it’s just your office.
I’m holding a big box with all of my office stuff, struggling to keep a firm grasp on the keys to the Lexus. I somehow manage to press the lift button, but I hope like hell someone materialises in time to press the button inside the lift, because I know it’s going to be a fucking nightmare with the box and the angle. But of course, when you need someone to be there, no one is — they only like to show up when you think you have enough time to give your boyfriend a quick blowie on the way down.
Anyway, I digress.
I precariously balance the box on my hip for a moment and press the button for the ground floor.
I’ve liked it here, but I’m really happy that this is my last day. It’s the end of summer and I feel fresh — new job, new place. Same old relationship, but so much better. Like, who knew bringing in the occasional third would make David so much more… free? It’s like he’s much more relaxed these days. He even let me borrow the Lexus so I can take my stuff home from the office. Can you imagine the old David doing that? I can’t.
But maybe I’m giving our sex life more credit than I should. Maybe it’s just me who’s making him feel like that. You know what? Yes. I’m very happy to take credit for it, actually.
So — new place, new job and a much happier David. Fuck, how I love him.
As these thoughts dance in my head like a kaleidoscope of tiny butterflies, the lift that’s carrying me down to the foyer stops at a random floor and opens to reveal none other than Jake.
“Olly? I haven’t seen you in ages! How are you?” he greets me with a broad smile, joining me in the elevator and pressing the “close doors” button before turning to face me.
Ever since the notorious Christmas party when I abruptly noped out of our threesome, I’ve come across Effy and Jake in the foyer or the lift a few times. We’ve had some pleasant chit chats, but nothing more. Or, nothing much more. Every once in a while, one of them will gently probe about my relationship status by asking about David. I don’t think they’ve given up on the idea of that threesome. Honestly, I haven’t either — I just wish they’d consider a fourth.
“I’m good — great, even! This was my last day. Well, half day.” I return the same open smile and make a vague gesture with my box.
He looks down at the box and back up to hold my gaze. “Is it? Where are you heading from here?” He sounds genuinely interested. I fidget a little with a bit of loose masking tape dangling from the box’s edge while I figure out how much to share. I’m not even sure if he knows what I do.
“A wildlife foundation. It’s more responsibility and much more interesting, if I’m honest.” I can feel my excitement over my new job bubbling in my chest and I find myself holding my body awkwardly so it doesn’t bounce so much. There’s only so much Olly energy a random person I occasionally say hi to can tolerate.
“Good for you!” he exclaims and pats me on the back. It’s a bit more enthusiastic than I’d have expected from him. “Do you have a moment to get coffee? Or are you in a rush?”
Hmmm… That’s new . So far, we’ve stuck to casual conversations on the fly. Coffee is definitely uncharted territory.
I don’t really have a ton of time. David said something I didn’t quite follow about having to move the car by 1.30pm and it’s already 12.55pm… but that’s definitely enough time to get coffee, right?
“Sure, I could use some coffee. Mind if I put all this in the car and meet you at the front in five?” I make an effort not to sound too enthusiastic about this, but I’m too fucking curious now and it comes out a little loud.
Jake gives me an amused smile as he holds the lift doors for me and my giant box. “Of course! Let me get you something in the meantime. What do you drink?”
I think to myself that it should be me treating him after the threesome that never was, but he offered, so… “That’s so sweet! Oat-milk flat white, please.”
We part ways in the foyer and a few minutes later — and one heavy box shorter — we meet in front of the building. Jake hands me my flat white and starts walking in the direction of a discreetly located bench. I follow suit, getting more and more intrigued by what he could want to talk about.
“So… how’s David?” he asks. I clam up a bit in response. Not this again.
“He’s great, thanks,” I answer tersely through a clenched jaw. Jake’s eyebrows pinch together and he looks away. “We just moved in together,” I add, trying to make it clear that this thing with David is not going to change anytime soon. Jake’s face pales for a moment. He gives me a sheepish look and sighs.
“Listen, I’m sorry if you feel like we’ve been pestering you about this. We tried to be subtle, but I guess we were both a bit… eager.” He laughs and shakes his head. It's an embarrassed laugh, but it’s light and open — self aware and infectious in its sincerity.
It relaxes the tension in my jaw. “Yeah, you were definitely not subtle,” I say with a smirk. “I mean, I get that you want me and I’m happy for group play, but as I explained, we’re a package deal.”
He looks at me and nods, his face turning serious. “I get that. Effy and I are the same. We all have our rules that work for us, I guess.” He stares down at his cup for a long moment before he goes on. “Our rule of three was a result of a very messy mistake. We got caught in the middle between a married couple who were not on the same page. After that, we decided we’re not in this for the drama. Most of the time it works for us, it does, only…”
“Only sometimes you want someone who comes in a package deal?” I help him out. I think I like where this is going.
I wonder if David might like it, too.
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“Effy! Jake! Welcome!” I pull each of them into a warm hug and tell them where to put their shoes. “David isn’t home yet, so we may as well just make ourselves comfortable while we wait for him.”
I lead them to the living room and offer them a drink. Effy wants a G&T, Jake takes a tumbler of one of David’s fancy whiskys and I pour myself one as well. Once I fix and give them their drinks, I offer them a tour of the flat, which is just me being proud of all of my little victories over David’s horrible taste while they ‘ooh’, ‘ahhh’ and snicker in all the appropriate places. I think my proudest moment is Effy complimenting me on our gorgeous G-plan coffee table.
“Yeah, David hates it.” I smile mischievously.
Effy giggles. Jake pulls a face. I guess I know who has taste in their house.
“Our last stop of the tour is the bedroom,” I say as I pull the bedroom door open and lead them in.
“Ooh, I like your bed. Nice and big,” Jake says, putting his tumbler on the dresser and sitting on the bed. He leans back on his elbows, half lying down, and makes an appreciative face. “It’s really comfortable, too.”
There’s a smile playing on his lips. I wonder if, like me, the whisky has made him slightly light headed and flirty. Maybe I can find out. I step closer while Effy looks at the open cupboard where we keep the implements for impact play.
“Quite the selection you have here,” she comments as she picks up and inspects a flogger, running her fingers between its thick falls.
“Yeah, David and I like options,” I respond distractedly. My hands, of their own accord, are already playing with Jake’s hair. I pull on a curl and he makes a tiny moan that goes straight to my cock. He gives me an inviting smile and I pull him to sit up by the back of his head. “The sex toys are in the chest at the bottom,” I add.
Jake mouths gently at my torso through my shirt. He looks just a tiny bit desperate and I kinda like this feeling of control, even if I don’t like to have it for long. From the corner of my eye, I notice Effy checking out one of our more impressive looking paddles — the sight of it reminds me that David is on his way. I wonder what he’ll do if he finds us all in the bedroom .
I can feel Jake’s hand moving up and down my thigh and I make a satisfied hum. It feels good. It’s not like we’re doing much of anything, is it? Just passing the time until David comes along and we can all sit down for dinner.
Effy looks our way and abandons the paddle on the dresser. She comes closer and wraps her arms around my waist. “Can I join in on the fun?” she breathes against my neck. I find her wrist and lead her to stand next to me, then caress her hip and pull her closer by way of an answer. She giggles and goes in for what I expect to be a kiss, but instead she catches my lip and bites it.
“Hmm.. rough. I like it rough.” I wink at her. This time, I go in for a kiss. She tastes citrusy, like her gin, and her lips are soft in a different way to David’s. I think he’ll like kissing her as much as I do.
Too bad he isn’t here yet. He’s missing all the fun.
Effy and I kiss some more. She sighs and moans into my mouth in a way that makes my cock even harder. Jake, in the meantime, is busy opening my trousers and palming my partially clothed length. He’s got the right idea — it really is time we had a few less clothes.
I separate my lips from Effy’s and start unbuttoning my shirt. She and Jake follow suit and pretty soon all three of us are in our undies.
That's much better.
I rake my eyes over Jake’s body and the sight of the bulge in his briefs makes me drop to my knees. You all know I like them big. Jake smiles at me as I hook my fingers into his waistband and helps me get rid of the final barrier between me and the magnificently-sized cock I’m craving.
“Glorious, isn’t it?” Effy asks.
It certainly is.
“Thanks, babe.” Jake gives her a kiss and it quickly becomes heated between them. There’s a glistening bead of precum at Jake’s tip that’s tempting me to just give it a good lick, but I think better of it. I open the drawer at the side of the bed and take out all the supplies we might need, then tear a condom wrapper and sheath him deliberately, savouring the silkiness of his skin before I cover it up. I wrap my hand around his base and take him into my mouth.
Fuck, he’s big. I can’t take all of him in one go. He’s not quite as big as David, so it’s not long before he’s tickling the back of my throat. He weaves his hand into my curls and holds me there, just on the edge of suffocating, for a deliciously long moment. I can feel the wet patch staining my briefs. When he lets go I start moving up and down his length, putting my tongue piercing to good use.
It feels a bit like Effy and I are vying for his attention, trying to see which of us can make him moan louder — her by sucking on his skin and flicking his nipples, me by swallowing his cock.
No offence, Eff, but I think I’ve got the upper hand here.
But Effy isn’t one to give up easily and she chooses her tactics carefully — she quickly moves to straddle his torso, which has the added benefit of putting her gorgeous arse right in my face.
What can I say? I can’t resist.
My hand slips up her thigh and grabs hold of one of her perfect mounds. I try to keep my focus on Jake’s cock, but she makes a sound I find very distracting. So I let Jake drop out of my mouth and instead attach my lips to the upper part of her thigh. The resulting moan is worth Jake’s disappointed grumble.
I keep sucking and licking on the skin of her thighs, taking Jake in my hand and giving him the occasional tug, but as much as I’m enjoying this, I want a bigger part of the action.
“Can I take these off?” I tug at Effy’s panties.
“Yeah,” she confirms without looking. Once I slip them off, Jake helpfully unhooks her bra and frees her beautiful breasts. She sits on top of him, just at the edge of the bed — it gives me space to come up behind her and cup her globes as I bend down to kiss her neck.
Jake lies back and watches us, slowly stripping his own cock. I’m always happy to give a bit of a show, so I make eye contact with him as I pinch his partner’s nipples. He bites his lip, attention torn between my mouth as it sucks on every expanse of her skin and my hands where they roam over delicate curves. Judging by the way both of their breathing has become laboured, it seems like they’re enjoying it. I take my sweet time finding every sensitive spot on her body. Well, almost every spot.
“Olly, babe,” Effy says as she grabs my curls. “I need that mouth of yours between my legs.”
I smile against her warm skin. “I’d like that very much.”
Effy slips from my grasp and crawls to the head of the bed, turning to lie against our big stack of pillows as I climb on after her. I position myself between her legs, running my hands up them a few times before I pick up a dental dam. My lips travel the length of her thigh, inching towards the prize. I wish I could taste her, but it’s not worth dwelling over.
My tongue darts out to work her clit with enthusiasm. Fuck, how I’ve missed this. Her moans spur me on, making me want to milk as many noises as I can from her. Once I find my rhythm, my fingers start teasing her opening and she almost purrs — a sound that goes straight to my cock (and my ego).
Pleasuring Effy consumes all of my focus and my brain almost shuts down. I sink into it so deeply that it takes me a while to fully register the slick finger circling my hole.
“So pretty and pink,” Jake breathes. He teases my rim for a minute or two before he probes further. I moan into Effy as he breaches me and she moans in response. I fucking love this feedback loop. “Mmm, someone’s prepared.” Jake snickers as his finger slides in to the second knuckle with relative ease. I think I’m about to win a new boy scout badge.
I choose this moment to slide a finger into Effy, who is now gripping my hair with force and moaning loudly enough for the neighbours to hear.
Eek, not the best impression in a new flat, but maybe not a bad idea to get them used to it.
I start fucking her with my fingers while stimulating her clit, fighting to concentrate on the rhythm as Jake distracts me with his deft exploration of my hole. I occasionally feel his cock brushing against my leg, reminding me what I have to look forward to.
As Jake gets a second finger in me, Effy begins to come apart, shaking and swearing and pulling my curls. I keep a firm pressure on her clit until the waves of her orgasm subside. I throw away the dental dam and start spreading kisses from her stomach up to her breasts, licking one nipple just a bit before I travel up her neck to her mouth and indulge in a lazy kiss.
Somewhere along the way, Jake’s fingers have slipped out of me. He climbs to the head of the bed to join us, stopping for a moment to wipe his fingers before slipping his hand between me and Effy and giving my cock a few strokes.
“Babe,” Jake whispers in Effy’s ear.
“Hmm?” she answers without breaking our lips.
“I’d like to borrow that gorgeous mouth you’re using, if you don’t mind.”
I break our lips apart to let her answer.
“Sure thing,” she says with a satisfied smile.
Jake grabs hold of my hair and drags my face towards his lips. I wince and moan at the same time, making Effy giggle. She pushes me off of her and watches Jake and I kiss for a bit while I reposition myself between his legs, hovering over him. His lips are just as soft as hers and more pillowy. His tongue attacks my mouth without mercy as opposed to Effy’s more languid style. The differences between them make me feel like a kid in a sweets shop.
Jake pushes me off without warning and shoves my head down. I immediately start to drool, a pavlovian reaction to knowing I’m about to be fed some cock. I make myself comfortable and take his dick in my mouth again, hoping Effy is enjoying the view and wishing David was here to enjoy it as well.
I busy myself taking him to the back of my throat again and massaging his balls, relishing the way his length fills me up.
“Fuck, Olly, your mouth feels amazing,” he mumbles under his breath. “I bet your arse is even tighter.”
I’m distracted for a second by the praise and have to take a moment so I don’t gag. I do my best to keep breathing while taking him in as deeply and as often as I can, revelling in how the strain and tightness make my body hum.
“Should I finish prepping him for you?” I hear Effy say, her voice trickling with lust.
“Fuck, yes,” comes Jake’s voice from above me. My cock twitches. The thought of being thoroughly used by this incredibly sweet couple makes my head spin.
I can’t see Effy behind me, but I can hear the snick of the lube bottle and feel her slick fingers as they enter my hole. She sucks marks on my arse cheeks as she spreads and scissors her fingers in me. She knows exactly how often to tease my prostate to make it feel good without making me explode. If I didn’t have a dick down my throat I’d tell her how amazing she’s making me feel. Instead, I settle for moaning — not that I can help it either way.
“Sorry, Olly, I think I gave your sea turtle a new colour,” she says with a giggle, and I nearly choke. All I can think about is that if David walks in before we’re done here, that turtle is going to take on quite a few colours over the next few days.
I nearly come just at the thought, but I’m interrupted by the sound of the front door shutting.
Uh-oh, Daddy’s home.
“Olly?” David’s voice barely carries from the lounge. “Are you home? I brought groceries for… dinner.” The last word sounds much clearer, since it’s spoken from the entrance to our bedroom. Jake chooses this moment to keep my head firmly in place and I feel my eyes fill with tears and my cock grow harder. He lets go just before it becomes too much and I bob up and down for a bit, working hard to catch my breath without letting him go.
“Hi, you must be David. I’m Effy.” I hear Effy introducing herself behind me as she probes my prostate, making me jump. How very polite of her.
“And I’m Jake.” Jake immediately follows this with a moan — a desperate response to the sensation of my tongue-piercing tracing the edge of his crown. I feel flushed, wanting to look at David, but also taking pleasure in the fact that I can’t see his face and don’t know what he’s about to say or do. I go on sucking on Jake as if nothing happened, waiting for David’s response.
“Nice to finally meet you, officially. I see you’ve been keeping Oliver busy.” His voice is quiet. He almost sounds angry. A shiver runs down my spine in anticipation for what’s to come.
“We found a way to pass the time,” Effy says and giggles.
David approaches the bed, then briefly brushes the tips of his fingers against the skin of my back.
“Are you prepping him for Jake? Don’t be too gentle on him.” I feel a wave of pleasure run through me at David’s words; I know he’s going to punish me.
A moment later I hear the familiar creak of the armchair in the corner and then the sound of David undoing his belt buckle. I continue drawing the most depraved sounds out of Jake, hoping David is enjoying the show.
“Fuck, Olly, you’re such an eager little slut, aren’t you?” Oh, he’s definitely enjoying our little show . “I sometimes wonder if you even know how to breathe without a cock shoved down your throat.” A contented little noise escapes me. He’s not wrong, although I’m always happy using my mouth to do all sorts of other things as well.
As if reading my thoughts, Effy interjects on my behalf. “He definitely knows how to put his tongue to good use in other ways. He seemed quite eager to make me come earlier.”
“Come here,” David says, his voice dripping with lust and contentment that he can’t really hide from me, no matter how much he may try. “Let me feel how wet he made you.”
I feel the loss of Effy’s fingers almost immediately. The bed shifts and a moment later I hear a soft “fuck” followed by wet noises. David chuckles softly and Effy starts moaning. It gets louder and louder, and I’m getting annoyed that I can’t look.
“By the way… I think he’s, fuck , I think he’s ready for you,” Effy lets out between moans, just when I feel my jaw growing tired. Jake loosens his grip on my head and I give him one last good suck before I pop off. He traces my swollen, puffy lips before letting me go completely. My voice is going to be gravely AF for, like, a week, but it’s so fucking worth it. I can’t wait to get properly fucked.
I look towards the armchair and find Effy sitting in David’s lap while he fucks her with his fingers and sucks on her nipple. I watch them, mesmerised, as Jake throws away the condom and grabs a new one.
“Hold on, Jake,” David suddenly says. Jake immediately obeys. “I don’t mean to spoil the party, but Olly has been very naughty taking you two into our bedroom before I got home. I think he needs to learn his lesson before we give him what he wants.”
David doesn’t look our way or stop fingering Effy as he makes his little speech and I can see she’s getting close again. He whispers something in her ear and she starts coming apart.
“Fuck! David, yes! Don’t stop! Yesyesyesyesyes!” Her shouts become deep moans and a moment later she’s a shivering mess in his arms. Jake and I are both frozen, staring at this beautiful display of… technique? Talent? Hotness? Well, all of the above.
While David holds Effy and waits for her to come down from her high, he glances at me. It’s brief and he returns his gaze to Effy almost immediately, but I know his full attention is with me just from the way he utters his next sentence. “Paddle, hands, or do you want someone to choose for you?” His voice is clear and neutral; I know he’s listening for my level of comfort.
“Effy set her eye on a paddle earlier, I’d quite like to use that one.”
Effy smiles and whispers something in David’s ear, making him laugh. “Yeah, he likes a memento, don’t you Olly?”
I blush, but feel the need to fluster him as much as he flusters me. “Yes, Daddy,” I say in my sweetest voice. The speed at which David’s face turns crimson is quite ridiculous — I almost can’t help my smug smile.
I mean, I could control it, but what fun would that be?
David looks at me with murder in his eyes (mission absolutely accomplished) and hisses, “Come here, you brat, and bring the paddle with you.”
I leap to my feet instantly and Effy takes this as her cue to move back to the bed. I go to the dresser and pick up the paddle Effy left there earlier. It has a “David’s slut” inscription. When I bought it for David, he laughed and asked if this was a present for me or for him. Maybe I did kind of buy it for myself, just a little. I don’t take it out with other people very often, but this feels like a special occasion. It’s our first time entertaining in our new home. A housewarming party of sorts. I hand it to David and sit in his lap.
“Roll over,” David instructs me as Jake settles himself comfortably on the bed next to Effy. They look like they're preparing themselves for a show and a giddy thrill moves through me at the prospect of being watched like this — as David is about to give me a good spanking.
I turn over so I'm bent over David's lap. He takes the paddle in one hand and grabs my face in the other, turning my head so he can make eye contact. “Use our safe word if you need, but otherwise you sit and take it like a good boy. Are we clear?” His voice is harsh, but there's an undertone of care that makes me feel like I'm in the safest place in the world.
Which is why my response is a cheeky, “Yes, Daddy.”
David doesn't miss a beat before he lands the paddle on my thigh, so I know I've made the right call, but I can't help making the most embarrassing yelp when the wood meets my skin.
He lets go of my face and follows with two more hits. I bite my lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction of any more noises for now.
“Now, Olly, you've been very, very naughty, haven't you?” David asks as he soothes my skin with his free hand.
“Yes, Daddy.” My voice is already a little strained, although Jake's cock, rather than the pain, did most of the damage.
The paddle lands two more times and I grunt involuntarily. It's a lot, especially with the level of stimulation I've already had today. I breathe heavily, feeling my heart rate pick up. I concentrate on David's hand smoothing over the point of impact until I calm down.
I steal a glance at Effy and Jake. They're lying on the bed snuggled up together, watching us with unconcealed pleasure and fascination as they touch each other distractedly. It's clear their focus is on us and it makes my chest swell.
David lands two more smacks unexpectedly, making me jump.
“Did I say you can look at Effy and Jake?”
I take a moment to regulate my breathing before I challenge him again. “You didn't say I can't.”
David laughs, shaking a little underneath me. I love it when I can get him to break character. He always amps up the viciousness after that.
For the moment though, he's rubbing his hand across my thigh in a circular motion. “Well, we're all about consent here, aren’t we, Oliver? So I think it's really up to Jake and Effy to give you permission.”
His hand stops and he pinches my arse, making me hiss. It's delicious.
“What do you say, is Oliver allowed to have a look?” He talks over my head.
They take their delicious time to answer while I lie there feeling my cheeks grow red. Well, the ones on my face — my other cheeks are already red and smarting despite David's efforts at soothing the sting.
“No,” Effy eventually says. “But I think that it's our job to punish him for that.”
My heart rate picks up again. David's hand stops running on my skin and grabs the hair at the back of my head instead. He leans over and whispers, “What do you say, Oliver, should we let them have a go at punishing you?”
The question is both meant to sound rhetorical and intended in earnest. I know I need to okay this, but the excitement has reduced me to a puddle. I’m finding it difficult to form a coherent thought, let alone verbalise it.
I whimper in response and get a single smack. “Answer the question, Oliver.”
“Yes. Please,” I find myself begging.
I hear the bed move and the soft sound of footsteps, which I'm guessing by their lightness are Effy’s. I brace myself for impact as I feel her lean over me.
*Smack*
Fuck!
Fucking Effy carries some bloody strength in her arms! I love that woman. David does his best to calm the stinging on my skin, but at this point it's no longer very effective.
*Smack*
I groan deeply. It's a lot. My eyes sting with hot tears and my entire body boils with the burning sensation that originates in my back side.
I don’t quite regain my bearings before the paddle hits again. Fuckfuckfuckfuck . I try to breathe out slowly, but it’s coming in stuttered bursts.
“That’s enough,” David says firmly. His voice is calm, but I know the look he’s giving her now won’t leave room for questions.
Facing the floor, I don’t quite know what’s happening, but I can hear footsteps again and feel both David’s hands on my thighs, rubbing and soothing. He bends over to scatter kisses across my upper back before he wipes my tears away.
“Jake? I believe you still need to teach Oliver a lesson,” David says after I’ve managed to catch my breath.
Jake comes closer and gets on his knees next to me. “Don’t worry gorgeous boy, won’t be too much longer.” He stands, moving to position himself behind the armchair. A moment later, two smacks land on my thighs and I groan deeply, feeling the tingling of my raw flesh spread all over my body. David is running his hands over my sore bum, occasionally sneaking his fingers between my cheeks to rub against my hole. I whimper at his touch, wanting his hands everywhere. My cock is throbbing with need.
The sound of two more smacks rings in my ears for a long moment and I hear a whine, but I’m not sure if it’s me.
David’s arms wrap around me and turn me to my side. He covers me in a blanket and hugs me for a while. The smell of his sweat is divine and I feel warm and happy folded into him.
I lose track of time for a bit after that. When I’m aware of my surroundings again, I’m in bed, all four of us cuddled in a mass of limbs. I give myself a metaphorical pat on the back for convincing David to get a super king sized bed.
Effy is nestled between me and Jake, and David is behind me, kissing and licking my shoulders and shoulder blades. I can feel his hard cock pressed against me, while my own is pressed against Effy’s back.
I start rocking a bit back and forth, caressing Effy’s body and making my way to her left breast. I gently cup it, rubbing my thumb against her nipple. She makes a little contented sigh.
David starts rutting against me in small movements. I think I’m ready for another round and, honestly, I really need to come at this point.
“I think you’ve earned your fuck, don’t you?” David whispers against my ear. This is probably my favourite thing he’s ever said.
“Please.”
“Good. Now let’s see if you can be a good boy and earn the privilege to come.”
The whimper that escapes me is embarrassing as fuck, but I don’t even care at this point. I trust David will take care of me; I know at the end of this evening I’ll be a satisfied mess. Hopefully I’ll be thoroughly handled and fucked in the process. Dignity? Who’s she?
“So, are you going to fuck me or…?” Okay, maybe I needed to regain some of my dignity.
David snorts. “Actually, I thought I’d let Jake do the honour. That way I’ll get to make a mess of you, just the way you like.”
My cock twitches so violently that Effy starts giggling. What can I say? David knows me really fucking well.
“I’m up for that,” Jake chips in. Ugh, even I can fucking admit that’s a good pun. We all burst into a fit of giggles.
“I think I’m going to sit this one out, boys,” Effy says when we all calm down. “I’d rather… watch. For now at least.”
“You sure?” Jake checks.
“Yeah, babe.” She smirks. “I’ll probably ride whichever one of you survives this.”
She extracts herself from the mass of limbs and goes to the armchair, wrapping herself up in a throw.
“You know where the sex toys are if you want one,” I call after her as Jake, David and I start moving around the bed.
“It’s alright, I have well-trained fingers.” She winks at me.
I end up sitting on my heels with David sitting on his in front of me. We start kissing and quickly get sucked into each other. A moment later, though, Jake is behind me and David lets go of my lips to start kissing him instead. It does something to me, seeing him kiss another man. It’s like an affirmation of how far he’s come.
I pick up the lube and start coating my fingers, checking to see if I’m still open enough for Jake, letting him and David make out a little. The thought of just watching them fuck crosses my mind, but I’m too bent on getting fucked myself to deviate from that plan.
It’s nice to think about, though, especially while I do a quick work of scissoring myself open again.
When I'm done, I move closer to them, taking Jake's sheathed cock in one hand and David's bare cock in the other. They don't immediately stop kissing, but I can see David's lips stretch slowly into a smile, making him break away from Jake and pull me in. As we kiss, Jake shuffles back, letting me reposition myself between them. I feel spoiled between these two hot men who busy themselves kissing and biting and sucking my lips and my skin.
But then David stops and looks at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Jake can fuck you on one condition.”
I gulp and nod, waiting nervously for David to tell me the rules.
“You have to wait until Jake and I come before you're allowed to.”
Fuck me, does he actually mean it?
I stare at him dumbfounded for a stretch before I realise he’s waiting for me to confirm. All I manage is a barely audible “Yes, please.”
It doesn’t take long after that for Jake to pull me away from David and start rutting against my crack. He kisses my neck and moves his hands over my body until David leans back and takes hold of my hand, helping me bend forward so I’m on my hands and knees.
I lift my gaze to David and we exchange a look. I nod and he smiles at me. “He’s ready for you,” he tells Jake.
Jake presses on my back, making me arch for him and makes quick work of adding lube liberally to both of us. When I feel him align his cock with my hole a moan escapes me — I’ve been waiting for this all evening. He presses in, and I fight the urge to eagerly push back. Instead, I savour it, enjoying the way David strokes my face gently through the process.
Once Jake bottoms out, David lifts my face to look at him. He smiles at me in a way that lets me know he’s about to be rough with me — that cross between smug, evil and loving that I can only recognise on David’s face. He traces the outline of my lips with his thumb before pressing it in and then down on my tongue. I lose myself in the sensation in my mouth and in my arse and the anticipation of what both my holes will experience in a moment. It feels so fucking good to be like this — on the brink before the pleasure really starts. I close my eyes and pay attention to how my body feels, letting my mind go silent.
David presses his thumb harder, making me open wide, and without warning feeds his cock into my mouth. He shoves it not quite hard or far enough to make me gag, but enough for an overwhelming pulse of pleasure to run through my body.
“Good boy,” David whispers above, making it harder for me to keep myself from coming. He holds me there, with his cockhead tickling the back of my throat, while Jake starts testing the waters.
He gives a few annoyingly slow thrusts before he starts picking up speed and momentum and then he’s pounding into me. With each push, David’s cock is forced further into the back of my throat. I let myself get used to the rhythm before I start sucking on David in earnest. He weaves his fingers in my hair loosely, and it feels nice on my scalp as my body buzzes with jolts of pleasure.
But David’s grip soon tightens. He holds my head in place and starts thrusting. I don’t resist — I have no desire to. I let my brain enjoy the pleasant relaxation that comes with being used. All I need to do is remember to breathe.
Time becomes meaningless. Jake and David’s movements are the only way to mark it and I can’t tell them apart from my blood pulsing in my ears. My body feels like it’s about to explode with ecstasy, but I'm doing my best to keep it at bay.
While I'm desperately trying to hold it in, Jake starts coming. The pendulum that I am breaks out of the pattern as he loses his rhythm. His grunts grow wild. His hand slides up my back and pushes against the back of my head. David holds himself in place and I start gagging, feeling Jake pulsating inside me as I struggle to breathe for the few long seconds before David pulls back. Jake collapses on top of me and peppers my back with kisses, whispering how amazing I feel. In the background, Effy is letting out a string of profanities that sound beautiful as they fall from her lips.
David gently slips his cock out of my mouth, giving me a moment to regulate my breath. I’m a mess of saliva and tears and I’m desperate for more.
I’m beginning to feel crushed under Jake’s weight and move uncomfortably beneath him.
“Sorry, Olly. Just give me a moment,” he responds to my silent request for space. Thank fuck for people who can pick up on signals.
I hum to let him know I heard him and wait for him to gather himself. When he finally pulls out, I collapse to my side and smile at him. He bends over and kisses my forehead and I blush, feeling like I’ve done well.
While Jake goes to get rid of the condom and clean himself up, David rolls me onto my back and lies beside me. He traces circles on my stomach and kisses my face and I relish the attention as I feel my body calming down.
“David?” I ask when I feel ready for more.
“Hmm?”
“Was I good?”
“So good,” he says and leaves a lingering kiss on my lips.
“Mmm, will you fuck me, then?” I mumble against him.
“As you wish.” Sap.
Correction: my sap.
I roll my eyes affectionately, but I can’t control the smile that stretches my lips.
He climbs over me and grabs a pillow, giving me a long, deep kiss before shoving it under my lower back. I’m vaguely aware that Jake is now back in the room, sitting on the armchair with Effy in his lap, his hand between her legs. I fucking love being watched. We should do this more often.
David applies lube to us both and doesn’t waste much time before he’s buried deep inside me. Not that I’m complaining about Jake, but no one feels as good as David.
Before he starts moving, he reminds me that I'm not allowed to come before him.
“I won't.” It’s a lie. I have no clue if I can hold on that long at this point.
I do my best, though. As David bends me in half and fucks the living daylight out of me, I dig my fingers into his back and try to think about anything that will keep me away from the edge. David helps, keeping a tight hold on the base of my cock while maintaining a punishing pace. I will forever remain in awe of his stamina.
After what feels like days, I make the mistake of looking over at Effy and Jake to discover she is riding him, both of them facing us. My eyes lock with Effy’s, and she looks so sinful, her moans sound so perfect, that it becomes almost impossible to keep myself from coming. I turn my eyes back to David only to catch him looking at them too.
“Y-you like it too, d–don’t you? Being watched,” I somehow manage to let out.
He brings his eyes back to me, his face red with effort and, I suspect, the embarrassment of being caught. “Fuck, Oll.” He briefly pulls his lip between his teeth. “You’re such a filthy boy, aren’t you? And you like making me as filthy as you are.” He picks up speed and I feel like I’m going to explode into a cloud of dust and cum. I try to take a deep breath but the pace doesn’t allow it, so I bite my lip hard instead and grab the sheets as if that’ll help me.
“Fuck, Olly. I’m close,” David mutters. He starts losing rhythm, then grabs my waist and pulls out in a smooth motion. His hand goes straight to his cock, stripping it as he stares down at me.
Both Effy and Jake gasp and I nearly cry at the emptiness, but three seconds later David starts coming on my cock, on my chest, everywhere , and I can’t hold on any longer, coming untouched and feeling like I’ve gone to filthy heaven. The shock of ecstasy that shoots through me makes me see white and I’m only half aware of a chorus of four distinct moans flooding the space.
I slowly come back to my body and to the unmatched pleasure of being thoroughly covered in our mess. My eyes drift around the room across the blissed out faces and I think about how perfect this is.
"Can we do this again?" I ask. "Soon?"