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Avery stared ahead at the two boys, the two men, in front of her as she sipped from her drink.
“I mean, I’m game.” She glanced between them, watching. Calculating.
“Yeah, right, Avery.” Tristan chuckled. Avery looked over at Max, watching him chuckle too.
“What?” She smiled a bit, thinking. She was pretty sure she wasn’t reading this wrong, she wasn’t reading them wrong.
“It’s on all of our… lists.” Avery chose to look at Tristan, thinking about his inherent eagerness that came from being the youngest amongst them, the most needing to prove himself. Tristan had been infatuated with her from the very start, his puppy-like affection cheering her up on many a hard day with Dr. Campbell not trusting her input.
Avery took a beat, glanced sideways at Max as Tristan repositioned himself, hand moving to hold his glass more securely. He looked more intrigued than eager, but she could work with intrigued.
She set her glass down, and brushed her hair back ever so slightly. Tristan leaned forward, setting his glass on the table in front of him. ‘Gotcha.’ She thought, as she slid her eyes over to Max.
Again, he was harder to read. He hadn’t moved as much, at least not towards her, but the eyes are the keys to the soul or however that saying goes, and Max’s pupils were steadily growing wider with arousal as he turned his head in her direction.
Avery fixed her gaze on Tristan, and began to slide her leg up the arm of the sofa she was sitting on. She maintained eye contact, waiting for him to break. Of course, he eventually did and came to her.
She allowed herself to be slid horizontal, her back against the seats of the sofa and Tristan over top of her, his body between her thighs. But Avery was not going to let him think for one moment he was in charge. As he leaned down, but before he could reach her lips, she wrapped an arm around him. She grabbed a handful of hair at the back of his head, and tugged upwards.
Tristan let out a small noise, some kind of whimper or whine. She watched his pupils dilate, and smiled as she loosened her grip and let him kiss her, for real. But she had him now, had him in the palm of her hand.
The kiss was nice, if not a little frantic. But they were tipsy (drunk), and Tristan had wanted her for so long, and she was giving him his wildest dreams on a silver platter. So she could forgive a lack of finesse.
After a few moments of going on like that, trading breaths back and forth, she pulled away and turned her head. She allowed Tristan to continue to mouth at her jaw and neck, enjoying the attention as she turned her eyes towards Max.
His pupils were also rapidly dilating, but he still hadn’t made much of an effort to move. Avery hadn’t expected the “following directions” behavior from him too, would never have guessed that from the sort of man that Max Bankman projected himself to be, the type of man to go after what he wants. But hey, she said she was game, and she very much was.
Avery turned back towards Tristan, but before he could connect their mouths again, she put her hands on his chest and pushed up. He went willingly, moving back slightly so that she could turn over to more fully look at Max. As she pushed herself up to her knees, she felt Tristan move back even more, and she watched Max finally move towards her.
Avery let Max dive in. Immediately it was different than with Tristan. Whereas his had been urgent, a neediness driving his actions, Max’s was slower, more indulgent. If she was a different type of woman, she might not have caught the underlying desire to let her control the kiss.
Fortunately, Avery wasn’t, and so she did. She let Max remain over top of her, but made a point to run her tongue along the seam of his lips, something she didn’t do to Tristan. His kisses had been too frantic, too needy to justify any tongue.
Now though, she could feel Tristan already mouthing at her shoulder as she started to slip off her cardigan. Avery had a feeling that his oral fixation was going to very quickly become either the bane of her existence, or the highlight of her life, or possibly both.
She pulled back from Max, holding him in place with one hand. He stayed, just like she thought he would, as she turned her torso to dislodge Tristan’s mouth. He looked up at her, mouth already red and wet from the time spent just touching her skin with his lips.
He seemed to understand the look she was giving him as she tilted her head down to meet him at his level. When his eyes cleared just a bit, when she saw his chest stop moving so noticeably, she turned towards Max again.
“Now, this is your room, and it being a suite I assume it comes with a king sized bed. I say let’s move there, shall we?” She watched for confirmation from Max, who nodded his head, licking his lips like he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure what. She turned her head to face Tristan, who was already getting up.
“Yes.” He said, his words coming as a surprise to Avery. She had assumed he would be too surprised, too excited, too in the moment to do much in terms of actual responses. But he was already moving in the direction of the bedroom, while Avery turned her head to look at Max.
Max, who had turned and was definitely looking at Tristan’s ass as he bounded away from them into the other room. Avery smiled. She did appreciate his ass, and was glad to see someone else could too. She gently patted his chest, just twice, and he turned his head back around.
“Let’s not leave him waiting.” She moved back, pulling one leg out from under her at a time, until she was standing and still staring down at Max. Max, who was glancing between her and the bedroom, not in hesitance but in something closer to awe.
She tapped his shoulder once, and then he was standing, letting her lead him into his own bedroom by the front of his robe. Once they crossed the threshold she turned to survey the room.
It wasn’t bare, but it wasn’t particularly personal either. It was hard to know what to bring to sea and what to leave at your land-dwelling, especially if you were established somewhere before. Some people, like Avery, brought too much at first. It appears that Max was on the other side of the spectrum, having taken enough to prove he lived there, but not much else.
She wasn’t here to judge his choices in décor though. She was here to have sex. With him. And Tristan. Speaking of…
He was sprawled out on the bed, zip up discarded on the floor. Apparently a late night snack run did not necessitate a t-shirt of any kind, just a sweater would do, thanks. He had kept his shorts on, but they were small and not hiding much of anything. And that silver chain he had around his neck, the one that made him look just a little like a douchebag, laid against his sternum, drawing their eyes to his chest and in turn accentuating his whole torso. His body was on display, she realized. He had put himself on display, for them .
Avery turned her head to look at Max, and found him with his mouth open just a bit. It was such a slight amount that he probably didn’t even realize he was doing it, the sweet thing. But Max was near drooling over the sight of Tristan, and Avery wasn’t doing much better. She assessed Max carefully, until he noticed her looking, at which point he redirected his gaze to the floor.
Avery tsked lightly. “No, no. You were fine, admiring him. He got himself set up real nice over there, huh? All spread out, for us to look at?” She looked over at Tristan again, who hadn’t moved but was now flushed a light pink across his cheeks and down his neck. She sent him a smile, and turned to Max again, giving him an obvious up and down once over.
“What do you say you lose some clothes too, huh? I left my sweater out there.” She said, throwing a hand back to gesture at the sitting room they just left.
“And Tristan seems to have lost his shirt. What do you say we even the playing field, hmm?” Avery let go of Max’s hand that she had grabbed at some point, and pulled off her white top. She still had on a bra, a plain white thing that was more function than fashion, but she didn’t think either of the men in front of her tonight would particularly care about the pattern on her bra. It was going to come off at some point anyway.
Max followed suit, dropping the robe behind him and pulling off his tank top until his chest, too, was bare. Before Avery could say anything though, Max’s pants were on the floor. He stood there, in only his boxers, looking proud.
Avery whistled, and then giggled. “I see, eager now aren’t we?” She heard shuffling, and turned to look at Tristan, who was removing his shorts to show off his briefs. That caused Avery to give a genuine laugh, as she rolled her eyes and stepped out of her own shorts to reveal… whatever underwear she was wearing, she couldn’t remember.
Sue her, she hadn’t planned to end the night in a threesome with her coworkers, one of whom was technically her boss. She hadn’t been thinking about it when she had picked out her underwear for the night after her shower.
Looking between the men again, she saw a glint in both of their eyes, and suddenly realized what had caused the full stripping. She bit her tongue to keep from laughing again, although her smile could not be contained.
“Boys, boys. It’s not a competition. It’s a collaboration. I am very excited to see you both so eager, but I’m in no particular rush, and I happen to know that neither of you have a particularly busy morning planned. So, why don’t we slow down a bit? Enjoy it?” She grabbed Max’s hand and pulled him to the bed, but did not move onto it just yet.
Tristan was already nodding. “Yes ma’am.” He said, seemingly on instinct.
And there it was. The final piece of the puzzle. Avery’s blood began to run just a little hotter, a wetness growing in her underwear at his words. Her smile turned from sweet to a little spicy, lips curling up. “Good boy.”
The response was immediate, just like with the hair pulling. A whimper, or a whine, or some other high pitched noise left Tristan’s mouth. He was not as composed as last time, which meant that he squirmed a little on the mattress as he looked up at her, mouth parting to breathe a little deeper.
Avery let out a light sigh and turned to Max. “He is such a good boy, right?” Max swallowed hard enough that Avery was able to watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down twice in his throat.
“Y-yeah. Yeah. Yes. Yes… yes mistress?” His voice gave way to a question after he stammered his way through a response. Avery grinned at him, the slightly sharp one that Tristan had been granted after making his own word choice.
“You want to be a good boy too, huh?” She asked him, voice just this side of harsher with him. Avery watched him flush, could feel him start to melt a bit. Good, she had guessed right. She had never been much of a gambler, but if she had bet on both Max and Tristan needing a… firmer hand in bed, well, she would have won big tonight.
Now though, there was the question of what to do. They hadn’t laid out any ground rules, no safewords, and she wasn’t going to assume either of them had the knowledge she did of the BDSM community and their customs. No, it wasn’t like it was a scene or anything, but consent and boundaries were still important to her. And she wasn’t about to dom anyone for the first time without an explicit, sober conversation, let alone two someones, let alone two someones as important to her as the men in the room.
Doesn’t mean she couldn’t… guide the situation. Take charge, call the shots. They were all consenting adults, the guys could always say no if she got too heavy with it for their comfort. So, after a minute of thought, she had made up her mind.
Avery gently pushed Max down onto the bed, so he and Tristan were side by side, Tristan on her left, Max on her right as she stood at the end of the bed and looked them up and down, watching them flush and preen under her gaze.
God, if she felt this powerful right now, she couldn’t imagine what a real scene would feel like.
“Ground rules.” She spoke into the room, letting the boys hold their breath as they waited on her words. “I trust that I’m clean, but I don’t know your statuses so condoms are a must for anything with holes, including mouths. Max, do you have some?” She waited on his response before continuing.
He rolled slightly and opened up a drawer on his side table, pulling out a box of condoms and some mostly untouched lube. He smiled up at her, and she gave him a gentle one in return,
“Thank you. Next, is there anything hard off limits you can think of?” Even if they weren’t properly scening, Avery still wanted to gauge where Max and Tristan were both at. “We all agreed we wanted a good threesome, so let’s make it good.”
She watched as they hesitated, seemingly unsure of what kind of things they were supposed to say.
“I’ll go first. I’m not interested in either of your dicks in my ass tonight. So, no anal for me.”
Max snapped his fingers weekly and pointed at her. “That. I, uh, I’ve never- I don’t want to… receive. Tonight.”
Avery caught the implication in the word choice of ‘tonight’, and felt her head spin a little with the idea that this might be more than a one off thing. Well then, at least she could afford to be more choosy this evening morning whatever time it actually was, given that she didn’t have to try to fit in all of the ideas swirling around in her brain.
She smiled at him, a more gentle one, as she leaned forward and rubbed up and down Max’s shin. She was sure to keep her touch light, just letting her fingertips graze through this leg hair. “Thank you for sharing.”
She turned then towards Tristan, still letting her hand trace some sort of mindless pattern on Max’s leg, steadily crawling upwards as she leaned more onto the bed. “What about you, Tristan? What don’t you want to do?”
The man in question wasn’t looking at her eyes, he was following her hand as it moved on Max’s leg. He licked his lips, seeming to try to find words. “I think… I don’t want… a blowjob? I don’t like how they feel with condoms, and I’m due for testing again so it’s probably safer if I just… don’t have anyone’s mouth down there.”
Avery nodded in understanding, and settled herself so she was seated on the edge of the bed. She leaned forward, the hand on Max trailing up towards his thigh, and placed her other on Tristan, settling it right above his ankle.
“That’s a wonderful idea. Good thinking, Tristan. Very smart and thoughtful.” She squeezed lightly, hearing Tristan’s breathy sigh from further up the bed. Yeah, the praise thing she called from miles away.
She sat there, not for long, just long enough to keep driving both boys further and further into their arousal with her light touches as she thought through all of the ideas in her head. She finally settled on an arrangement that she thought would work well, given the size of the bed they were working with.
“How would you like to eat me out?” She looked at Tristan, sharpening her eyes slightly as they made contact, pointedly letting her hand graze once more along his abdomen before pulling away while waiting for an answer.
Avery heard the gasp, the light groan, and then they were off to the races.
“Please, oh my god yes, yes, please oh god Aves ma’am please-”
“Alright, alright. Shh, it’s okay. I’m sure you’ll be great.” She smiled sweetly at him, and turned to Max.
“You should sit next to me, watch him, let me touch you. That okay?” She hadn’t taken her hand off Max, thinking he was probably more grounded than Tristan was and not wanting to lose that. She could handle one desperate person, but probably not two at the same level.
Max grinned. “Sounds like you have a plan. Who am I to stand in your way?” Yeah, he was definitely less restless than Tristan, who was actively sitting up, trying to make room for Avery on the bed.
After a few moments of rearranging and fully stripping off the last of their clothes, Avery had them all situated. She was leaned up against the headboard, Max to her left as Tristan sat on his knees between her legs, waiting for her signal. She gave a nod, and used her right hand to gently guide Tristan’s face down.
“Now, we can stop at any time anyone wants to. Understand?” After getting verbal affirmatives from both of them, she grinned. “Then let’s get going. Let’s have a good time.”
She went to pull her hand off of Tristan, but before she could get far he moved one of his hands up to guide hers back down. She picked up the message, and left her hand on his head, fingers moving against his scalp. She wasn’t pulling or pushing, just resting.
It seemed to satisfy Tristan, as he immediately dove in. Avery gasped, left hand grabbing onto Max’s arm as she turned to him. She had been wet, but there was nothing like a warm tongue exploring her pussy to get her even more wet. She felt more than heard Tristan groan from down there, the sound causing vibrations that made her want to squirm a little.
In an effort to distract herself just enough to stave off her orgasm, she turned towards Max, using her left hand to turn his head and capture his lips.
He went willingly, immediately joining in on the chorus of groans as he let her tongue in to explore his mouth. He was kissing hard, but Avery was kissing even harder. Every noise Tristan was dragging out of her using his tongue was being swallowed by Max.
Max, in a moment of seemingly divine inspiration, turned his body to be facing toward her. He let his right hand drift into Avery’s hair, not pulling, just holding on. His left hand moved to grab at her thigh, bumping against Tristan’s face as he continued to drink from her pussy like he was a man dying of thirst in a desert, and her cunt was his personal oasis.
Avery could feel the strength, could feel the experience in the hands that gripped her. And the knowledge that she was in control, that she could guide those hands however she desired right now, filled her with such a heady feeling she had to pull back from the kiss to get more oxygen.
She pulled up on Tristan’s head, having not felt him really surface in a bit. Although time had lost all sense of meaning, she was getting close, and she wanted to edge herself. Avery trusted Tristan with a great many things, but stopping eating her out of his own volition? Not one of them.
“Breath break.” She said by way of explanation. “Just for a moment.” She assured, running her hand more gently through Tristan’s hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. She had her left hand now positioned on Max’s thigh, stroking higher and higher, getting ever nearer but not quite touching what he obviously so desperately wanted her too.
Avery then looked at Tristan, who had pulled himself all the way up, stretching his arms as he moved them out from their previous location of under her thighs. Unlike Max, he apparently was a leaker. His cock was dripping, and as she glanced down she could see a decent sized wet spot on both his stomach and the sheets from where his cock had been caught as he rocked back and forth slightly while eating from her.
It made something inside of her glow, knowing it was her that was making these boys like this, these men hard and dripping and breathing so heavily that it was the only sound in the room.
“Good?” She asked. In lieu of an answer, Tristan began to lean down again. Avery used her hand to stop him, once again grabbing at that sweet spot of just long enough hair on the back of his head. “Use your words please.” She said, throwing him a firm stare.
“Yes ma’am I’m ready I’m good please can I get back to it I was thinking of how to make it better-”
“Okay, yes. Good boy, thank you for using your words. You’ve been doing great, Tristan. Really, really great.” Avery had to cut him off, she had to, because if he started begging and babbling too much it was going to take more self control than she had left to not totally slip into domming him, and that was a hard line for herself tonight.
She heard his whines again as he dove in with a renewed vigor, changing up techniques from just licking and playing with her clit with his tongue to actually trying to fuck her with it, and alternating it with sucking on her clit.
It was such an onslaught of sensations she couldn’t do much more than moan and grab on for dear life. She pointed at the lube, watching Max’s eyes follow her finger. “Your dick, my hand. Your hands, my body.”
Max got with the program quickly, drizzling some lube onto his still hard cock, which was flushed so red that if she wasn’t a medical professional she may have been concerned. Instead, once he had done so, she grabbed with a light grip, and felt him jerk under her touch.
Within two strokes Max had their mouths connected again, although with her attention being divided between his dick and Tristan’s head between her legs, it was less making out and more breathing into each other’s mouths.
Max’s hands wandered, his right settling on her waist and his left groping at her breasts. As Tristan made a particularly powerful suck, Max tweaked her nipple, and she was done for. She threw her head back as she came with a moan that echoed in the small room, legs quaking around Tristan who was consuming her orgasm.
She pulled at Max’s cock, once twice three times, and felt him shake against her as her hand was coated in the evidence of his orgasm. She continued to stroke him through the aftershocks, Tristan finally beginning to pull himself up as she gently guided his head out from between her thighs.
When she could finally catch her breath, she surveyed the lot of them. Max was flushed from head to toe, penis softening in her loosening grip as his cum covered her hand, his stomach, and some of the sheets, his lips red from how long they had spent locked with hers. Tristan looked absolutely debauched, face damp, hair all awry and messy. And he was still hard.
She took some deep breaths, watching as Max caught his own finally. Tristan still looked wound tight, which made sense because he had had constant stimulation and no relief yet. Avery smiled, hand motioning for Tristan to lean forward towards her. She looked at Max, and took his hand in hers.
Avery guided it towards Tristan’s cock, slowly enough that either man could stop her if they wanted. Once she was close enough, she placed Max’s hand on Tristan’s dick, and used both her hands to pull Tristan forward by his shoulders.
She grabbed the back of his head and crashed their mouths together, feeling Tristan moan and whine as Max began to stroke his cock while she shoved her tongue as far down Tristan’s throat as she could, able to taste herself on his tongue. She felt the telltale staples before the shudder, and let Tristan pull back just enough to cry out as his own orgasm crashed through him like a freight train.
Avery was sure the angle hadn’t been ideal, but as Tristan put his head on her shoulder to catch his breath, still peppering small kisses up and down the side of her neck, she could see the pleased expression on Max’s face.
After waiting a minute for Tristan to catch his breath, she began to manuver them once again so they were in a similar position to earlier, Tristan on one side of the bed and Max on the other, as she stood up on slightly shaky legs and moved to the bathroom.
She peed, cleaned herself lightly with toilet paper, grabbed two washcloths, and went back out. In the time it had taken her to do that, both men had moved off the bed, and were working to strip the sheets, which were definitely in need of a good wash. Once the bed was stripped she tossed them the washcloths, going where Max directed her for a new set of clean sheets while they cleaned themselves off.
On her way she found water and granola bars for them, and passed them out as the three of them worked to remake the bed. The clock on the bedside table said 4:32AM, which wasn’t surprising given when the night had even started with Tristan knocking on her door for a late night kitchen raid.
After eating and drinking in silence, Max motioned to the bed. “Might as well get as much sleep as we can before duty calls.” Avery climbed in, settling herself in the middle with Max on her left and Tristan on her right.
They would need to talk about it, when they woke up to the light of the morning sun and jobs to get back to, since they did all work together still. But for now, she only had one thing to say as they all drifted off to sleep.
“Have a good threesome, check.” She felt both of them chuckle against her, and then it was just the comforting darkness of a dreamless sleep waiting for her.