A vision of them stretching my pussy and my ass with their dicks flashes in my mind, and this time, I can’t keep back the moan. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I groan. “You guys are killing me here.”
The plug keeps pushing against me, and finally, with a pop, it’s seated in place, and my anus has closed around the neck. “There you go,” Daniel pats my ass, as if pushing butt plugs into my butt is a commonplace occurrence for him. His hard, bulging erection proves that he’s not quite as detached as he appears. “Get your pants back on. It’s time to play pool.”
“What?” My cry is plaintive. “You can’t key me up this way and not get me off… that’s not fair.”
Daniel laughs. “Life isn’t fair, princess,” he points out.
“Says the billionaire,” I retort sullenly.
Sebastian pulls me into his body. “Stop pouting,” he mutters in my ear, his voice vibrating against me in a way that makes me want to grind my ass against his erection. “We’ll get you off tonight. After you win.”
I want to tell them that I have fingers and am perfectly capable of taking care of my own pleasure. But who am I fooling? I need Daniel and Sebastian to make me come. I want to be bracketed between their hard bodies.
The weight of the butt plug in my ass acts as a physical anchor, holding back my sassy retort. “Fine,” I say instead. “Let’s go play.”
26
It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.
Mark Twain
Bailey:
We have about an hour of practice time before Clark and Juliette show up, and I take full advantage. First, I order a couple of different appetizer platters, after making Daniel and Sebastian promise they’ll share the food with me. “Didn’t get a chance to eat all day?” Daniel asks me, looking bemused at the amount of food I’ve ordered.
“I like variety,” I wink at him. It’s fun knowing that I have a butt plug in my ass. It makes me feel quite naughty. “Are we going to play?” I ask them once I’m done ordering enough food to feed a small village. “Because I need to beat Trevor. He’s a dickwad.”
Though I’ve had other things on my mind since Sunday, I haven’t forgotten Trevor’s mockery of my pool league aspirations. When I tell Sebastian and Daniel about the way he sneered, their gazes grow dark. “I’m going to look forward to the moment when you kick this guy’s ass, Bailey,” Sebastian says.
Daniel doesn’t say anything, but I can tell he’s pissed, and his irritation warms my heart. Yes, they have fifty grand riding on me beating my opponent at the end of season tournament, but it’s more than that. I think they care.
As I play a friendly match with Sebastian, emotions take a backseat to lust. I’m very aware of the plug lodged in my ass. I’m terrified that it’s going to fall out, so I keep my lower muscles firmly clenched and hope that it doesn’t move.
Sebastian misses his shot and I move forward, chalking my cue. I’m about to bend forward when a low hum pulses through my body. I almost scream with shock, then I see the grins of amusement that both Daniel and Sebastian are trying to conceal. I walk over on shaking legs to them. “Is this thing on a remote?” I hiss out, careful to keep my voice low so the players at the adjoining tables won’t hear me. “How am I expected to focus when I’m struggling not to come?”
“Poor Bailey,” Daniel says to me. He wraps his arm around my lower back, and pulls me into his body. “What we are asking of you,” he murmurs into my throat, “is so difficult. But you are going to win tonight, aren’t you? You are going to rise to the challenge.”
“We’re in public,” I mutter weakly. “Someone might be watching.”
He releases me with a bemused expression on his face. “Would you believe I forgot?” he asks no one in particular. “I never forget.” He shakes his head. “The effect you have on me, Bailey…”
“Make your shot,” Sebastian says to me. “Forget the vibrations of the butt plug. Eye on the ball, and only the ball.”