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Saturday nights at the Hard Deck were always chaotic. The bar packed to capacity, drinks flowing, conversations loud and bright. You’re seated at the bar, watching as Bradley and the others play pool and trade good natured barbs. You arch an eyebrow when you notice your boyfriend and Jake whispering to each other, then shake hands.
“Here you go hon,” Penny sets three beers on the bar in front of you. “Keep it on the tab?”
“Yes please,” You flash a smile at her, and make your way over to the two men who were conspicuously quiet. “Here you go, boys.” You hand one to Bradley, and the other to Hangman.
Bradley’s arm drops on your shoulders, pulling you close and kissing your temple. “Thank you, sweetheart.” You smile at the kiss.
“What are you two being so secretive about?”
He coughs, taking a sip of the beer. “Just talking terms.”
“Terms?”
“Mmhm,” He murmurs, pulling you closer. “Remember what we were talking about the other day?”
“We talk about a lot of things Bradley, it’s one of the parts of our relationship I enjoy.”
He shifts his weight, swallowing, and you can see the bob in his throat. “About him?” His eyes slide to your right, where Hangman is lining up a shot.
“You want to talk about that now?” You squeak, attempting to pull away, but Bradley keeps a hold of you.
“I told you I wasn’t mad honey,” He shifts slightly, protecting you from view of the others. He leans down kissing your mouth softly. “What if I set this up for you?”
“I’m sorry?” You can’t see him, but you can feel Hangman’s gaze on the two of you.
“I may have bet on this game of pool.”
“I’m not seeing how that’s different from any other Saturday night at the Hard Deck, Bradley.”
He rubs the back of his neck, color high on his cheek bones. “I bet that if he won he could take you home. Under the condition that you agree to it, and I’m in the room.”
“You—you told him?” You blink up at him. You had confessed a few weeks ago in the safety net of after midnight darkness and post sex bliss that you had thoughts about Hangman. It wasn’t that you weren’t head over heels for Bradley, there was just something about the cocky blond aviator with a devilish grin and a smart mouth.
“I couldn’t get it out of my head.” He says. “The thought of watching you with him it turns me on.”
“You really want to be having this conversation in the middle of a crowded bar, Lieutenant?”
You see the switch flip behind his eyes, “Hey Hangman, you sink that shot?”
“There wasn’t any doubt. You lose Bradshaw, again.”
“How about we get out of here so I can pay up?” Bradley’s dropping a kiss to the top of your head and handing over the keys to the Bronco. “I’ll meet you outside, I’ll settle up the tab.”
You make your way through the crowd, feeling Hangman’s eyes on you. It’s easier to breathe once you’re in the open. You lean against the bronco, the warm metal comforting against your back. You exhale, feeling some of the tension drop out of your shoulders.
“You sure about this?” Hangman is standing in front of you. His hands are in his pockets, shoulders slumped slightly. “I mean, Bradshaw can just give me the fifty and we’ll call it square.”
“I want it.” You manage to edge out, voice quiet. “I was talking with Bradley and mentioned that I thought you were attractive.”
“Attractive and wanting me to fuck you are two different things darlin’.” He’s in your space, and those brilliant green eyes are locked on yours, searching for any trace of hesitation. “I may be a dick, but you and Bradshaw have a good thing. I respect him too much to fuck that up.”
“You respect him?”
“Our secret.” He winks, and it’s like he’s stealing the oxygen from your lungs. He plucks the toothpick from his mouth, flicking it to the ground. “I’m going to kiss you now.” One of his hands rests at the back of your neck, and you shiver at the contact. “Last chance darlin’.”
You nod, licking your lips, the confirmation whispered. His other hand lands on your hip, pulling you flush to him. The kiss is light at first, as if he’s giving you a chance to change your mind. You moan, hands finding purchase on the fabric of his shirt, gripping it tight. He deepens the kiss easily, his tongue pressing past your lips, taking your mouth. You’re grateful for the Bronco at your back, your knees going weak when his hand slides from your hip to the small of your back, molding you effortlessly against him.
“Like what you see?” Hangman’s drawl against your mouth makes you whine. He turns, and you see Bradley watching the two of you. Eyes heavily lidded, chest rising and falling rapidly as his gaze lands on you.
“I sent you the address.” Bradley’s voice is low, controlled, and it sends shivers down your spine. “We’ll meet you there.” He reaches out for your hand, kissing the back of it. He gets you settled in the car, headed back to your apartment. One hand rests lightly on your thigh, thumb rubbing lightly.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Very,” He shifts slightly in his seat. “We’re okay sweetheart.”
You feel like you’re floating as you head up the stairs to your apartment. It’s quiet and cool, the air conditioner buzzing rattling around in your ears. Both men had removed their shoes, Hangman looking around the living room, Bradley watching him. Steadying yourself, you take each of them by a hand and lead them back to the bedroom. You kiss Bradley on the cheek, grinning a little bit at the heat in his eyes.
“So, he fucks me, and you watch right?” You shiver at the soft sound that passes Bradley’s lips. “You’re going to sit there and watch as he fucks me into our bed, right?”
“Shit,” Hangman mutters. He rubs the back of his neck, and you can see his hands tremble slightly as he twists out of his shirt, leaving him in an undershirt and jeans.
“I’m clean, he’s clean.” You turn to Hangman. “I’m on birth control.”
“I get to fuck you raw while Bradshaw watches?” You can’t identify the look in Hangman’s eyes, but it makes your pussy clench in anticipation.
“Will you be able to keep your hands to yourself?” You ask Bradley.
“A bet’s a bet.” He responds. “You do have the cuffs.” He grins at you, settling into the computer chair at the desk. “Go ahead and use them, sweetheart.”
You retrieve the padded cuffs from the bedside table, fastening them around Bradley’s wrists, securing him to the chair. You lean in, kissing him softly, his groan lost against your mouth. Your fingers smooth through his hair, and he tips into the touch.
“Show him how hot my good girl is.”
Hangman is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the two of you. He’s got a half smirk on his face, and you can see the lines and definition of his muscles under the thin t-shirt. He’s got an obnoxious belt buckle, and his cock is straining against his jeans. He crooks his fingers at you, motioning you closer.
“We can stop at any time.” His hands are on your hips, fingers brushing under the hem of your shirt.
“I understand,” You murmur. He pulls you between his legs and you lean down to kiss him. His hair is softer than you expected under your fingers, and he groans when you tug playfully on it. His hands dive under your shirt, skimming up your sides. His touch is warm and electric, your body arching under his hands.
“Don’t worry Bradshaw, I’ll take good care of your girl.”
He’s inching your shirt up and you twist out of it. “You’re absolutely gorgeous darlin’,” There’s no hint of that arrogance, and it makes your heart skip a little bit. He’s honest, and earnest and the way his mouth feels on your skin makes your head spin. Nimble fingers unbutton your jeans, fingers light as he drags the zipper down. He eases the fabric from your hips, helping you out of them. Featherlight pressure when his fingertips tease along your thighs, creeping higher, and higher, avoiding the warmth between your legs. You’re already aching, and you know you’re soaked for him.
You take the initiative and straddle his thighs, and you’re rewarded when his fingers tease along the edge of your panties. “Please?”
“That’s what I like to hear,” slowly he teases along your folds with one finger. His eyes flutter closed; lower lip caught between his teeth. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He murmurs, that finger pressing in. “I want to taste this sweet pussy.”
“Hey Bradshaw, when I get my mouth on our girl is she going to soak my face?”
The switch from ‘your’ to ‘ours’ short circuits your brain momentarily. Your hand drops to his wrist, forcing his hand closer, moaning when he gives you what you want, a second finger joining the first. He thrusts them in, teeth scraping along your hip, nipping at your lower abdomen. When he adds a third finger, the stretch is deliciously good, a spiraling ache settling between your legs. His thumb rubs at your clit lazily. When you look down at him, his eyes are nearly blown, pleasure evident on his face.
“You feel so good like this, I’m going to cum in my pants like a goddamn teenager.” He chuckles breathlessly, the exhalation briefly cooling your skin. His fingers twist, dragging over the spot that makes you whine, you grab his shoulders legs threatening to give out. “That’s it, right there isn’t it darlin’.” He rubs it again and again, and you’re rocking against his hand needing more. You’re nearly there when he withdraws his fingers, licking them clean, his tongue chasing drops of slick from his wrist. He’s dragging your panties down completely, before tossing you onto the bed.
You sit up as he gets to his feet, your panties in his hand and crosses over to Bradley. A slow grin spreads across his face, “Open your mouth.” Your heart nearly pounds out of your chest when Hangman’s thumb traces Bradley’s lower lip, and the tip of his tongue follows the man’s touch. “She tastes good, doesn’t she?”
Bradley nods, “You going to fuck her or just play all night?” His voice is rough and hoarse and slides down your spine like a shot of whiskey.
“You’re that eager to watch me fuck her?” Hangman wads your panties tightly, placing the cloth in Bradley’s mouth when he starts to respond.
He’s coming back to you, that well practiced grin on his face. It’s softer around the edges, and it makes your breath hitch. “Figured I’d let him have a taste, since he doesn’t get to touch you tonight.” His voice is muffled only for a moment when he pulls t-shirt off and tosses it aside. You stare, captivated by the way his muscles flex and roll when he crawls onto the bed with you.
“How are you even real?” The question is out of your mouth before you can stop it. He laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners, and it sends the same butterflies exploding in your stomach as Bradley does.
“I work hard,” he’s pulling you to him, “and play harder.” The way he touches you with so much reverence, you’re realizing that the man who’s undoing your bra with deft fingers is far more than what you originally thought. Those thoughts quickly abandon you, the wet heat of his mouth closing over your breast. His hand once more is between your legs, fingers teasing at your clit, pressure light, movement slow. He’s teasing, and you’re panting clutching at his hair.
“Jake please,” His name falls easily from your lips, and his groan vibrates against your skin. Bradley’s groan, though muffled, makes you clench against those teasing fingers that slide into you thrusting, knuckle deep. You’re grinding against his hand once more, needing more, more friction, more touch, more him.
“Look at you,” He’s breathless, mouth swollen from kisses, eyes heavily lidded. “So fucking gorgeous.” His mouth sears your skin, sucking hard enough that you know you’re going to have marks in the morning. “Wish he’d let me film you like this. Watch it when I need to get off, listening to your sweet little moans.” You’re so close to tumbling over into that building pleasure, when he eases from your cunt.
Your head tips back, nearly growling in frustration. “Fuck me.” Your hands land on his obnoxiously Texan belt buckle and undoing his pants. He’s so hard under your hand, his cock twitching as you trace along it over his boxers. He helps you as you struggle with the fabric, getting it off him and tossing them aside. He's thicker than Bradley, similar in length, Jake whimpering softly when your thumb teases over the head.
He moves your hand, bringing it to his mouth, kissing your palm. “Say it again for me.”
“Fuck me, Jake.” You hiss out, wound up beyond belief, knowing that he’ll only let you come on his perfect dick.
You find yourself face down on the mattress, his hands drawing your hips up. Jake’s settling between your legs, one hand sliding up your back, encouraging you to lift your head.
Bradley’s watching the two of you, his eyes blown and so dark. His chest is heaving, sweat dripping from his brow. His hips rock up slightly, and he’s so hard there’s a dark patch on his pants. His hands clench and relax, his head tipping back and you can hear him sucking the moisture from your panties, his throat working as he swallows. You’ve never seen him like this, and it’s emblazoned in your memory.
“Ready darlin’?” Jake’s cock is nudging against your folds, teasing along your soaked slit.
“Yes.” You say through gritted teeth. He’s sliding into you in one smooth thrust. Despite his fingers, you can feel yourself stretching around his dick. He bottoms out, before he’s pulling back with a needy sound. You grip the sheets when he starts to pound into you. It’s hard, fast and unrelenting, his full weight behind each thrust. Your head drops against the bed, nonsensical begging falling from your mouth.
“You’re taking me so good.” He’s purring in your ear. “Gripping my cock so tight, you’re so wet and hot for me.” Teeth pinch the nape of your neck, “He’s so fucking hard watching you take me, he’s going to come in his pants.”
Your hips rock back, meeting his thrusts, earning a low groan from both men, Jake’s hand slapping against your ass. He delivers another stinging strike, your eyes nearly rolling back when that hand slides from your ass, over your hip, dipping between your legs and rubbing slowly at your clit. You can feel the weight of Bradley’s gaze, and when you look at him, he’s nearly trembling with the urge to not struggle against the restraints.
“You gonna come like that Bradley? Watching me fuck your girl this hard?” Jake’s words lack the normal sting, needier and breathless. “I’m going to blow my fucking load deep in this hot pussy. You’d like to see that wouldn’t you?” Jake’s goading him, and you can see Bradley’s cock twitch. “You like that idea Bradshaw? Me fucking a baby into your girl?”
Jake’s draped over you, overwhelming you, “I’m going to fill you up, and keep you spread so he can watch me leak from your sweet cunt.” His free hand closes over one of yours, lacing your fingers together as he continues to fuck into you.
The duality of his touches sends you over the edge and you’re coming for him. You don’t recognize the sound he’s able to draw from you, and you don’t want him to stop. He fucks you through it, both of his hands now gripping yours, continuing to pound into you.
“So good, so fucking good,” he’s whimpering, and when your name falls from his mouth, you nearly come again on the spot. He stills, cock twitching as he comes buried inside you. He drops against your back, your arms trembling, but managing to support both of you. His breath is coming in ragged sobs, and he’s murmuring some of the sweetest filth you’ve ever heard. Gently he pulls out, and his hands tremble as he pulls you to him, soft kisses pressed to sweaty skin.
“You okay?” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. You nod and he chuckles. “Need to hear it sweetheart.”
“Yes, yeah. Yeah.” You nod again.
He's so gentle when he helps you sprawl out on the bed. It shifts slightly, and that gorgeous, tanned skin is covered by his boxers. He disappears into the bathroom, and you can hear the water running. He comes back with a full glass, setting it on the desk, before turning his attention to Bradley.
“We good?” He waits until Bradley nods, and he’s pulling your panties from your boyfriend’s mouth. Jake undoes the cuffs, placing them on the desk. “I get it man.” He winks, rubbing the back of his neck before he’s picking up the glass of water, and handing it to you.
You drink eagerly, watching as Bradley rubs at his wrists and gets up. When you’ve finished your water, he takes the glass, and tips your chin up with gentle fingers. He kisses you so sweetly, that it makes your heart clench. “Are you okay?” Your hand slides from his jaw to his hair, and he kisses the inside of your wrist.
“That was….” He muttered, “fucking incredible. Thank you for trusting me with your thoughts.” He squeezes your hand three times, and grins easily at you.
“Here,” Jake’s holding a towel. “I’ll clean her up if you want to change the sheets.” Bradley nods, gently scooping you up and putting you in the chair that was still warm from his body. Jake drops to his knees in front of you, the warm cloth wiping sweat, slick and his cum from your thighs. Bradley is on the fringes of your vision, striping sheets off and putting down clean blankets. Bradley hands Jake an oversized t-shirt, and you’re helped into it, before you’re deposited gently on the bed.
Bradley had changed into clean sweats, and Jake’s looking for one of his shirts that had been tossed aside. There’s hesitation on his face when he’s pulled the t-shirt on, and a quietness to his features you hadn’t seen before.
“I’ll see you on Monday man.” His jeans are in his hands.
Bradley’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand finding yours, fingers tapping your palm softly. When you look at him, he nods, and you lick your lips. “Stay?”
Jake freezes like a deer in headlights, you can see his throat bob with how hard he swallows. “You want me to stay?”
Bradley flops down on the bed, curling around your back, arm slung over your midsection. “You heard her, don’t make her ask you again.” There’s a lightness to his tone, and when you wiggle back against him, he drops a kiss to your shoulder.
Jake walks around the bed, sitting on it, his back to both of you, unmoving for a few minutes. You reach for him, fingers tugging on the fabric of his shirt. “Please stay, Jake.” He exhales slowly, and he lays down next to you. A few more minutes pass, before he sighs, curling onto his side, sandwiching you between himself and Bradley.
“Stakes for the next game of pool,” Bradley murmurs, his voice heavy with sleep. “I win, I don’t tell the others that you like to cuddle.”
“Shut the fuck up Bradshaw.” Jake responds lazily, his arms curling around you.