Page 78 of The Fullback
I fucking loved giving head. I always had. The way I could take someone apart with only my mouth until they were crying and shaking and coming all over my tongue was an unparalleled experience. It gave me a heady sense of power, but it was more than that too. It was a new way for me to take care of people, to make sure they got everything they needed and deserved.
It had always been good with our hookups, but doing it for Aiden and Hunter was so much more intense than I’d ever imagined. Every time I made them come, it sent an intense wave of pleasure rushing through me. It wasn’t the same as having an orgasm, but more like a deeply profound sense of pure satisfaction. I couldn’t really explain it.
All I knew was I’d happily spend hours making them moan with my head between their thighs and never get tired.
Aiden cursed as my tongue circled his dick, teasingly flicking over the bundle of nerves. More groans filled the air as I licked and sucked him, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and moaning as he bucked his hips, his fingers grasping the top of my hair as he started to ride my face. My hands grasped his thighs, fingers digging into the soft muscle as I tried to pull him closer.
Jonny had told me to show Aiden how I felt, so I poured my devotion into every lick, every kiss, every suck. I wanted to show Aiden there was nobody like me. That I could give him things no one else could.
Desire burned inside my gut, white-hot and all-consuming. This was where I was always meant to be—spread out and bringing pleasure to the two most important people in my life. Ineeded to savour them both, let them mingle on my tongue and caress my lips, sliding down my throat so I was full of them.
“Bailey,” Aiden said, gasping out my name in that same beautiful way he always did when he was close. I redoubled my efforts, sucking his cock until he shattered. His cock pulsed on my tongue as he cried out, my name blending with a chorus of broken moans. It made my dick throb and drip into my joggers, pleased at how hard and fast I’d managed to make him come.
I pressed a gentle, final kiss to his dick before lifting my head and taking in his flushed cheeks, wide eyes, and open mouth. The rugby shirt was rucked up around his chest, andfuck, it looked good on him. I was going to have to see if I could get him a couple of Knights ones to wear.
Although we’d probably never leave the house if he wore them regularly.
“So good for me,” Aiden said. He released my head and beckoned for me to crawl up his body, pouting his lips to silently beg for a kiss.
Hunter was stretched out next to him on the other side of the sofa. He’d stripped off his shorts and T-shirt, leaving him in the skintight teal trunks he’d put on after training. The colour looked amazing next to his dark hair and olive skin, the material hugging his thick thighs and stretching over his bulge. He was palming himself through them, a wet spot blossoming on the material and making my mouth water.
I crawled over Aiden and leant down to kiss him, licking into his mouth so he could taste himself. “Love the way you suck my dick,” he said softly, caressing the side of my face and kissing me. “You love it, don’t you? Getting me off. Being good for me.”
“Yeah, feels good.”
“Just good?”
My face flamed and I swallowed. “No, it’s, er, I like taking care of you and Hunter. Makes me happy.”
Aiden kissed me deeply, and it almost felt like a reward. “Thank you for taking care of us. We’re so lucky to have you.”
I wanted to tell him to stay, that if that was how he felt, then he should be here, with us. But I didn’t have the words. Not when Hunter was whining from beside Aiden, looking at the pair of us with needy doe eyes and a pout.
Aiden smirked. “I think our babygirl wants something, don’t you?”
“Mmm, maybe,” I said.
“Please, it’s… I’m…” Hunter moaned as he palmed himself harder. I wondered if he’d been about to say it wasn’t fair but wisely decided against it. Aiden would probably have had something to say about that. And I doubted it would end with Hunter getting to come anytime soon. Or maybe he’d make Hunter come so many times he was writhing and overstimulated and crying with pleasure. That would be hot.
Fuck, I wanted to see him like that.
I’d have to suggest it to Aiden. It would be fun to wring Hunter out together.
“You said you’d suck my cock too,” Hunter said.
Aiden chuckled softly as he twisted his head to kiss Hunter. “If you were trying not to whine, you failed. Luckily, I think it’s cute. And we did promise.” He looked back at me. “Bailey, time to put that perfect mouth to good use again.”
“My pleasure.” I kissed Aiden again, then pushed up onto my knees so I could climb off one side of the sofa and step across to Hunter. He shuffled round and spread his thighs, putting one foot on the floor. He looked up at me plaintively, his head now resting in Aiden’s lap. “Take your pants off, babygirl. Show me that pretty cock you want me to suck.”
Hunter grabbed the waistband and lifted his hips, yanking them down his legs and throwing them to me. I caught them easily, my eyes locked on his as I sniffed them deeply beforedropping them on the floor. Hunter swore, more precum dripping from the flushed head of his thick cock. “Please, Bailey. I want to come.”
I smirked as I spread out between his thighs, trailing my mouth up the sensitive insides. The position was a little awkward with my legs hanging off the end of the sofa, but I’d cope. It was going to happen with how tall Hunter was.
He moaned wantonly as I nudged his balls with my nose, breathing in the scent of him. Slowly, I drew my tongue up his shaft before flicking it over his slit, lapping up his precum. He gasped out as I opened my mouth and took him deep without warning, relaxing my throat so I could take as much of him as possible.
“F-Fuck! Bailey!” His hand thumped on the sofa as he tried to resist fucking my throat, and I smirked, pleasure curling inside my gut. I loved knowing that I could do this to him. It was almost intoxicating.
I began to bob my head, wet sucking sounds filling the air and mingling with Hunter’s moans. I wondered if I could get drunk off this feeling. It certainly felt like it. Taking care of Hunter had always made me happy, but this was something else. There was an intensity to it I’d never experienced. Like my body had turned everything up to eleven.
