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Immediately, you jumped back from Chance and out of bed. Eyes wide as you were mortified. For a moment, the three of you stood there in silence. Darting between each other, unsure of what to say.
“I’m so sorry!” You felt tears prick at your eyes.
As fast as you could, you sprinted to the bathroom. Slamming the door shut and locking it behind you. Pacing around you tried to calm down your labored breathing. Tears had now begun streaming down your face.
Oh my God! I fucking came on his leg! How am I supposed to look at them in the eyes now?
Hands tangling in your hair, you let out a groan. This cannot be happening. Using Chance like that? Even if it was in your sleep, that was a terrifying boundary that you crossed.
“What should we do?” Parker looked to Chance with concern.
“I don’t know.” He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Apologize? Explain how it’s a physical response they couldn’t control and I hold no hard feelings?”
“That seems like a good start.” Parker gave him an awkward thumbs up.
Chance grabbed his glasses, then stepped out of bed. Quietly, he padded up to the bathroom door. Letting out a deep sigh, he softly knocked.
Pausing your pacing, your neck cracked to the side at the sound. No, no, no, no…
When you didn’t answer the door, he called your name softly.
“Are you okay?”
You shuffled in place, unsure of how to respond.
He knocked on the door again.
“C’mon, I know you’re in there. Let’s just talk.”
“I don’t know what there really is to talk about.” He heard you muffled through the door.
“For starters, I would like to apologize.” He leaned against the door frame.
“Why would YOU need to apologize? I was the one that humped your leg!” You let out a groan.
“I should’ve woken you earlier. I’m sorry I didn’t.” He bit his lip at the confession.
Your eyes widened. Bile rose to your throat, you felt like throwing up.
“How long were you awake for?” You asked quietly.
“A while. Like ten minutes.”
“W-what?!” Oh you really were going to throw up.
“I’m sorry…” He bit his lip. “You just seemed like you were enjoying yourself.” He slapped his head with his hand after saying that.
“Chance! What the fuck? Why didn’t you stop me?” You could feel your cheeks heat up.
“It felt rude to stop you?”
“I was literally using your thigh to masturbate! In what world would it be rude to stop me from doing that?” Good lord, your friends were too sweet for their own good. Putting your wants and needs before their own.
“Look, I don’t feel bad about it. If that helps?” He bit his lip, hoping to get a less frazzled response.
“It does.” You said quietly. “ A little.”
Opening the door, you peeked out. Meeting Chance’s eyes, you felt your cheeks flush. With the opening, Chance managed to pull you from the bathroom into a tight hug. On instinct, you wrapped your arms around him. The move made him sigh.
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled into his chest.
“It’s water under the bridge.” He pulled away to look at you. Worry furrowed his brow as he saw you had been crying. Wiping away your tears, he assured you. “It wasn’t a problem to begin with. Like I said, a natural thing that happens. Okay?”
Looking away, you nodded. It was still going to take you a little bit before you could feel normal again.
“Okay.” You said softly.
Chance gave you one more tight squeeze, then let you go.
After taking a few more moments to calm down, you decided to just forget it happened and get ready for the day. With disgust, you stripped off your sleep shorts. Throwing them in your laundry bag, and hoping that your other pair would avoid the same fate.
When you were done, Chance and Parker appeared to have let the occurrence pass by. Both excitedly discussing their plans for the day. Which consisted of gambling, eating at a buffet, and more gambling. While the two of them were planning on hitting up various tables, you were planning on loading up a card and sitting around at the penny slots. Preferably with an overpriced cocktail in hand.
Noticing you were finished up in the bathroom, Chance took his opportunity to get ready as well. Desperately needing a shower after the events that had unfolded that morning. There was also one more thing to take care of… his raging hard-on.
He had remained hard since you had begun grinding up on him. No amount of your embarrassment had made it go down. He did his best to hide it from you and Parker, but the feeling was starting to become unbearable.
Once in the shower, he looked down at his swollen cock. Tip red and dripping precum. God, why did you have to be so fucking hot? He wrapped his hand around his thick length, rubbing up and down with a tight grip. Biting his other hand, he muffled out a choked moan. He couldn’t get the picture of you fucking his thigh out of his head. The little moans and whines that escaped your lips replaying in his mind like a song stuck in his head. Oh, he would love to make you make those noises.
He pictured what it would be like. To run his hands over your soft body, touching your most sensitive parts. Make you keen and whimper against him. He let out a groan at the thought, hand pumping faster.
With how soaked he felt you on his thigh, he bet it was easy to get you dripping wet. What would it be like to sink into your wet heat? Fuck, he knew it would feel amazing. Having you wrapped up around his cock as he fucked into you. Oh, it would take a lot of willpower to not just cum in you right away.
He flicked his thumb over the head of his cock. The thoughts of fucking you made it twitch in his hands. Closer and closer.
Then he thought about Parker. They had spoken about sharing you, but Chance knew better. He wanted the man just as equally. What would it be like if he joined? He could tell Parker was just as turned on at the sight of you grinding on Chance's thigh.
What if you and Parker both worked Chance? Talk about cumming quickly… He thought about the two of you on him. You planted on Chance’s face as Parker sucked his cock. Oh fuck, that would-
Chance bit onto his hand again. Streams of cum shooting out of his cock harshly. Through his teeth, he let out a low groan. Feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm pump out the final strands of his release.
Slamming his hand on the shower wall, Chance caught his breath. Damn, if he came that hard with just the thought of you guys. How would he actually feel when he got with you? If he got with you.
As he finished readying himself for the day. He couldn’t help but continue to think of you. Hearing the way you said his name over and over in his head. He tried his hardest, truly he did, but he couldn’t stop. Pausing, he came up with an idea. Something he had a feeling Parker would be on board with. All that was needed was your participation.
“Wanna make a bet?” Chance asked as he sauntered back into the room.
“Um, I’m pretty sure we’ll be making multiple today?” Parker raised a confused brow.
“Yeah, yeah. But I mean a bet between us.” Chance motioned between you three.
“What kind of bet?” You leaned your head on your hand, intrigued.
“One that involves two winners, and a loser.” He gave Parker a pointed look.
“Two winners?” You pondered on it. “Sounds different. Interesting.”
Chance lit up at your words, nodding enthusiastically.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. What are we betting on?” You wanted to know where this was going.
“We’re gonna see who can win back the most money today. Whoever loses has to do whatever the winners want.” Chance crossed his arms with a smug smile.
Shit. You knew your friends were good at gambling games. Chance especially had a knack for all things luck-based. Parker, with his vast knowledge of rules, was extremely good at card games. Cheating the system without actually cheating. You, however, stuck to the simpler things. The thought of touching a card game that wasn’t Go Fish or Solitaire had you sweating.
Still, perhaps Lady Luck would be in your favor today. Granting you the ability to receive a jackpot at all of the penny slots you would play at. Besides, even if you did lose the most the guys would do was make you embarrass yourself in some way. Right?
Looking up at them, you felt a shiver run up your spine. As they waited for your response they watched you with a glimmer in their eyes. Something you couldn’t quite name, but could feel. Hunger.
If you made the deal, that meant you were agreeing to them asking you to do anything. Anything. The implications were somewhat electrifying. But you shouldn’t dwell on those thoughts.
However, part of you wondered what they would ask of you if you lost. What they would want you to do for them. To do to them.
Nope, no. You shook your head. They were your friends. Silly, goofy, Parker and friendly, cheery, Chance. Both lovable as friends, but they couldn’t be more than that.
“So, whaddaya say?” Chance held out an outstretched hand to you.
“I’m in!” Parker swooped in, taking the hand and vigorously shaking. He shot a knowing wink at Chance.
“And you?” Chance asked, his eyes now pleading like a puppy-dog’s.
“You know using that face is unfair.” Still, you grabbed and shook his hand.
Chance’s face lit up as you shook. Everything was going according to plan.
He knew you didn’t stand much of a chance against him and Parker. While the two were willing to go high-risk/high-reward, you played it safe. It did earn you some cash, but not nearly as much as a singular win could get him at a table.
“How much are we putting on the table?” You didn’t wish to put out more money than you were willing.
“How much did you bring?” Chance asked.
“$1,500.” You said.
Chance put his fingers to his chin in thought.
“And you?” He motioned to Parker.
“$3,000.” That had your brows raising.
“Really?”
“I like playing! Plus I wasn’t planning on spending it all. Just being safe.” He shrugged.
“Well I brought $2,500. Since I know you’ll likely stick to the slots, let’s do $400.” Chance nodded at his thought process.
“And the two who win the most win the bet?” You asked, despite knowing the answer.
“Yup!” Chance gave you a bright grin.
“Why two winners?” You questioned.
Looking at Parker, Chance shrugged.
“Thought it’d be fun to spice it up. Then two of us can be entertained by the loser.” Again, you spotted that hunger in their eyes.
Grumbling from your belly interrupted your conversation. Both the boys snickered.
“Let’s get something to eat before we hit the casino, yeah?” Chance asked.
“Yes, please!” You agreed, hoping to fill up on something good.
You managed to find a nice brunch buffet. Stacking up on waffles and bacon, along with some mimosas. Chance being, well, Chance went for a morning Bloody Mary.
You cringed your face as a waiter served him the drink.
“Tomato juice and vodka at nine am. Delicious.” You nudged Parker, sticking your tongue out in disgust.
“It’s five-o-clock somewhere.” He said, taking a sip. “Ireland, for example.”
“Of course you would know that.” You rolled your eyes, then pointed a finger at him. “And don’t you dare take the words of our lord, Jimmy Buffet in vain.”
“Technically the phrase was coined before the song…” Parker was about to ramble when he spotted your narrowing eyes. “Ooooorrrr, I’ll find a way to enjoy a cheeseburger in paradise in his honor.”
Crossing your arms with a proud huff, you nodded at him.
“That's what I thought!”
The three of you finished your meal. Enjoying more banter and conversation. When you wrapped up, you headed back to the casino attached to your hotel. All of you loaded up cards with your cash, then headed in your respective directions.
Waggling your fingers with excitement, you spotted the penny slots. You wandered around the area, then your eyes landed on the most kitschy slot machine you had ever seen. Titled “Pawsome Fun”, it had a display of cats and kittens. Some cat themed items were strewn about like balls of yarn and paw prints. From the machine you could hear a tinkling jingle intermixed with various cat sounds. Oh, you were gonna be sitting at this one for awhile.
You sat in front of it and swiped your card. Watching as $400 of credits popped up on the screen. With the keys on the machine you decided to be a bit risky, betting 10 on two lines. (Ooh, twenty cents. How scandalous.)
Meanwhile, Chance had bet his first $50 at the craps table. In no time he managed to quadruple it. Somehow winning in the first round, then rolling doubles multiple times in a row. The dice dealer had to check to make sure the dice weren’t weighted multiple times. To his chagrin they were not, Chance just had a certain something about him when it came to luck.
Parker was doing alright. While he wasn’t bringing boatloads of cash in, he was fairing pretty well at the blackjack table. Though, his fellow players weren’t particularly enjoying his “small talk” of regaling the history of the game. While he technically wasn’t talking about the game itself, it still felt like a bit of a faux pas. Eventually the group’s glares managed to shut him up. Though he was very fidgety during the rest of the games.
You continued to enjoy the penny slots. Even earning a jackpot from the cat one. A celebratory chorus of meows greeted you along with your credits going up by $40. You pumped your fist at your win. Who says you couldn’t win this bet?
Chance was feeling really good about his odds. Now $300 richer than he was at the start of the day, he decided to gloat. Looking around the casino he spotted you. A content smile on your face as you continued to press the “spin” button. Occasionally adding more cents to your credit pool.
Sliding in beside you, you pretended to ignore your friend. It didn’t help that he wrapped an arm around you and leaned over your shoulder.
“Are ya winnin’, son?” He chuckled, a hot breath hitting your neck.
“I sure am!” You waved at your credits. “I got the jackpot!”
Chance eyed your amount with an amused smirk.
“Good job!” He said patronizingly. “You keep doing that and you’ll beat me in, I dunno… five days?” He gave you a toothy grin, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“If you’re so great, how much have you won?”
“Oh just $300.”
You whipped your head, staring at him with wide eyes.
“There’s no fucking way! We’ve been here for maybe an hour!”
“Which means I have even more time to win!” With that, he left you with a wink and a wave.
At your seat you sat open mouthed and dumbfounded. Your measly jackpot was nothing. You watched as Chance wandered off to the craps tables again.
“That your boyfriend?” An old woman with a ragged voice had sat at the machine beside you.
“What? Oh, um, no.” You rubbed the back of your neck, cheeks red.
“Really? You seem like you’d be a cute couple.” She swiped her gaze card and punched in her bet.
“You gleaned that from our brief interaction?” What was it with these old ladies and questions about your relationship?
She just shrugged.
“I’m old. You’ll learn about these things someday.”
With that she turned to playing on her machine. You did the same, but felt a pit growing in your stomach. With each press of the button it grew bigger and bigger. After losing another round, you let out a groan.
“Everything alright?” The woman next to you asked.
“No.” You sighed. “That friend you saw with me made a bet and I’m so going to lose it at the slots.”
“What’s the bet?” She was intrigued, likely someone interested in gossip.
“The loser has to do anything the two winners want them to do.” You grumbled.
Cackling, the woman startled you. Her laugh eventually turned into a cough that she pulled out a kerchief for.
“Oh dearie, are you sure you aren’t dating?”
“Um, yeah? I don’t understand what that has to do with the situation?” You looked at her, confused.
“It has everything to do with it!” She giggled. Oh the youth.
“No, it doesn’t?”
“Did you have any stipulations around what “anything” means?” She looked at you over her glasses.
Her implication dawned on you, you had thought about it earlier. There was no way they would though, right?
“No, they wouldn’t do anything like that. The most would be embarrassing me.”
“Whatever you say.” She eyed you, then leaned in. “If I were you I’d move from the slots to the tables. Better chances for you to win.”
You glanced toward the area of the tables with a gulp. She was right. There was no way that you would win without betting higher. Sighing in acceptance, you geared yourself up to play games you had no idea how to play.
You put the credits back onto your card, then made your way to the craps tables with Chance. He was leaned over the table, watching someone roll the dice with enthusiasm. Practically bouncing on his toes as he watched the dice roll to a stop. Then he let out a small cheer, pumping his fist. With sparkling eyes, he noticed your presence. Smiling brightly at you, he motioned for you to come over.
“Done with the penny slots?” He asked.
“Uh, yeah.” You said sheepishly. “There’s no way I’m going to compete with you guys doing that.”
“Smart cookie.” He ruffled your hair.
“So how do you play this?” You eyed as people set their chips down in spots listed with numbers.
“It’s kinda a lot, but easy enough to get. I think, at least.” You watched him place a chip in the spot with an eight.
“Right now we’re in the middle of a round. I just bet that he’s gonna roll an eight this next one.”
“Okay…”
You watched the man rolling kiss his fists, then released the dice. They clattered, both facing four side up.
“Hell yeah!” Chance exclaimed. “You can basically win at any point in this game. Mostly, unless he rolls a seven. Well, you can technically bet against him to get a seven, so…”
“This sounds very complicated.” You could feel yourself start to sweat.
“Here, next round I’m shooter, so you can bet on me. Kay?” He pat your hand reassuringly.
“Okay…”
“Sweet!”
When it was Chance’s turn to be the shooter, he had you get some of your credits transferred to chips.
“So at this table you have to make a minimum bet of $20.” Oof, while in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t a high number, penny slots had changed your perspective on wagers.
You placed the minimum bet on the table. This time you would be wagering in Chance’s favor. Which he seemed pleased about.
With bated breath, you watched as he rolled. It landed on a six. He gave a nod to the dice, then prepared to roll again. You watched as other players put their bets on the table. For now you would stick with hoping he got a six.
He made three more rolls without hitting a six, but you noticed others winning with their respective bets. Testing your luck, you put ten on nine.
Luck appeared to be in your favor, Chance’s next roll was a nine. He gave you another classic bright smile. The look in his eyes made your stomach churn with butterflies.
“Nice job!”
Eventually, Chance rolled a six once again, earning you another win.
“Looks like you’re getting it! At least a little. Wanna shoot?” He asked.
Biting your lip you looked over the table. The dealer eyed you expectantly. Shrugging your shoulders, you again decided to test your luck. You and Chance placed your bets on the table. With a deep breath you grabbed the dice. Praying to the gods of luck, you shook the dice. Upon release, you watched as they landed on fours. Alright, you could work with this. Chance watched you, a smirk on his face. Looking at the board, you realized he had placed his bet on the “don’t pass bet” spot. A look of disbelief was on your face.
“You bet against me?” You asked incredulously.
“Just don’t roll a seven and you’ll be fine.” He crossed his arms with a smug smile.
You placed down ten on two, hoping you could make him lose. Unfortunately, your next roll was a bust. The dice landed on four and three. You let out an audible groan as you watched your chips be taken away and Chance received more.
“Damn, sorry sweetheart. Maybe next time.” He pat you on the back.
“There won’t be a next time.” You huffed. “I’m gonna play blackjack.” You practically growled.
You wandered over to the table Parker was sitting at. The man doing his best to chat up a neighboring player. When he spotted you, he lit up.
“Oh, ho ho! What do we have here?” He teased. “Come, join us, we’re just about to start a new round!” He pulled out an empty seat beside him.
“Thankfully, I actually know how to play this one.” You said as you plopped down.
Technically you did, but you had never played in a casino before. Hopefully you could manage to win at least something.
“Deciding to come to the tables now? What made you change your stubborn little mind?” Parker asked, poking you on the forehead for emphasis.
“Chance told me he already won $300.” You grumbled.
“Sounds like our Chance!” He cracked his knuckles, then his neck. “Well, hope you’re ready!”
You all placed your bets. Going for the minimum, you placed down twenty. Parker placed down 200. Sucking in a deep breath, you prayed to the luck gods once more. If Parker won, you were totally fucked.
Cards were shuffled, then the dealer began handing them out. Parker received a Jack and a two. You got a seven and a five. Doing quick mental math, you knew you needed to get at least one more card. Parker was the first person at the table, so the dealer faced him.
“Hit.” He received an eight. “Stand.”
Gulping, you watched as the dealer turned toward you.
“Hit.” The dealer pulled out a Queen. “Shit.” You said under your breath as you watched the dealer collect your chips.
Parker patted you on the back.
“Better luck next time.”
When it was all said and done, Parker had managed to beat the dealer. Earning him more winnings. You let out a groan as you watched him receive more chips. He gave you an apologetic look.
Deciding to stay, you managed to win a couple rounds of the game. However, you were nowhere near as close as Parker. You needed to up the ante.
You placed down $200 in chips, making Parker’s eyes widen.
“You sure about that?” He asked.
“Positive.”
“I like your style!” He exclaimed as he set down $200 as well.
You were dealt your cards, and cursed under your breath as you saw Parker’s hand. An ace and a King. Parker bounced in his chair, waiting for the dealer to flip his other card over. Parker had won.
It was then that you admitted defeat. There was no way you were going to be able to match their winnings. Letting out a frustrated grumble, you left the table to cash in the chips that you had. Parker decided to follow you, excitedly talking about how much fun he had at the table. How he was looking forward to poker tomorrow. He stopped when he realized you weren’t engaging with him
“Are you okay?” He asked softly.
“I’m fine.” You said bluntly, not looking at him.
Spotting the two of you heading to cash in your earnings, Chance jogged up to you. When he saw your expression his brows furrowed with worry.
“Is everything alright?” Chance’s eyes darted between you and Parker.
“Peachy.” You said.
“Are you sure?” Chance reached out for you, but you swiped his hand away.
“I told you, I’m fine.” You sighed. “I just wanna get my cash and crash in the room. Then deal with the inevitable embarrassment you two are going to plot.”
“Oh. I take it you didn’t win much?” Chance bit his lip nervously.
You narrowed your eyes at him.
“How perceptive.”
Chance and Parker shared a concerned look, hoping that they could change your mood back at the room.
When you returned to the room, you plopped face first onto the bed. Letting out a long muffled groan. You lost, you lost!
“You know, we can just drop the bet if it’s bothering you this much…” Chance didn’t want you to be this distraught.
Without lifting your head, you sharply pointed in his direction.
“No! I am a person of my word!” You lifted up, turning yourself to face them. “I will complete this bet!”
A surge of confidence burst through you. So what if they asked you to do something embarrassing? You were friends, they wouldn’t hurt you.
“That was a sudden change in mood.” Chance noted.
“A mood that has me filled with confidence and energy. Lay it on me! I can take it!” You gave them a grin. Surely you could have fun with it too.
“Tell us what you were dreaming about last night.” Parker sat on the couch, looking at his nails nonchalantly.
As if on autopilot, your mouth slammed shut. There was NO WAY you could tell them about that. You thought maybe they would make you embarrass yourself in public. Telling them the intimate details of your very intimate dream, no, you couldn’t.
“Um, I’m sorry. I don’t remember.” You scratched at your head.
“We’ve known you for forever.” Parker stood up walking toward you. Leaning down, he booped your nose. “Which means, I know when you’re a fucking liar.” His voice was low.
“I-I’m not lying?” You stuttered out.
“Is that a question, or a statement?” Chance chimed in, a smirk playing on his lips.
“A statement?” You squeaked.
“Oh c’mon, your dream couldn’t have been that bad.” Parker sat on the bed then slid himself next to you.
“Yeah. You know you can tell us anything, right?” Chance followed Parker, sidling up beside you.
Heat flared to your cheeks at their proximity. In your peripheral you could see them smirking mischievously. That hunger had returned to their eyes.
“Guys, you could choose something else…”
“We could.” Parker said.
“But we don’t want to.” Chance finished.
Sitting between them, a realization dawned on you. You jumped off of the bed, spinning to look down at them.
“You planned this!” You exclaimed, red in the face.
The two of them shared a look, then shrugged.
“So what if we did?” Parker asked.
“You still lost.” Chance tapped his chin with his fingers.
Letting out a frustrated noise, you tapped your foot. Trying to figure out some way to not tell them anything.
“So, your dream?” Parker brought you back to them.
Sighing, you dropped your head. It was no use, you lost, you had to tell them. Gearing yourself up, you took in a deep breath.
“Idreamedaboutyoufuckingme.” You said quickly and quietly.
Parker did his best to not laugh.
“What was that?” His voice held a teasing lilt.
“I said… Idreamedaboutyoufuckingme.” Though it was louder, you still said it quickly.
“I didn’t catch that.” Chance cupped his ear with his hand.
You let out a strained groan.
“Fine.” You said through gritted teeth. “I dreamed about you fucking me.”
“There it is!” Chance said.
“Took you long enough.” Parker chimed in, nudging the other man.
“Ugh, you two are insufferable.” You tried to deflect the conversation, red blooming on your cheeks.
“Did you like it?” Chance asked, eyes dark.
“Ah, um…”
“That wasn’t an answer.” Parker joined in again.
“Maybe.” You blurted.
“Only maybe?” Chance stood up, walking up to you. He leaned down, nose to nose with you. Your breath hitched. “Didn’t seem like it when you came on my thigh.” He said lowly.
Softly, you let out a whimper. The sound sent chills through Chance.
“Well?” He asked, the heat of his words against your lips.
“I did. Like it. A lot.” Your eyes darted away from his.
What was happening? Sure, the boys teased you, but never like this. Was it some cruel joke? All because of what you unconsciously did to Chance?
A warm hand on your chin brought you back to the present. Chance turning you to face him, his gaze filled with adoration. It had your heart swelling.
Perhaps this was something else entirely.
“If it helps, I liked it too.” He said softly.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Clearing his throat, Parker caught both your attention. He was leaning back, enjoying the show you two were putting on. However, he wanted more.
“I’ve got something else I want you to do.” He said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“What would that be?” You asked.
“I want you to let Chance fuck you. In front of me.” He seemed giddy at the thought.
Both you and Chance’s eyes widened. Did he really just say that?
“Y-you want to be cucked?” You spat out without thinking.
Parker giggled at your shock, bouncing against the bed.
“Of course I do!” Parker looked between you expectantly.
You looked at Chance, looking for any hesitation.
“Do you-” Chance cut you off.
“Yes!”
Suddenly, you felt soft lips press against yours. A shocked noise escaped you before you allowed yourself to fall into the affectionate action. Your eyes fluttered shut as you pressed back against Chance. His tongue lapped at your lower lip and you opened your mouth for him. Your tongues tangled, making Chance groan.
“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this.” He breathed against you, before pressing against your lips once more.
Warm hands caressed over your body. One curled into your hair, allowing Chance to control the kiss. You moaned as he nipped at your lip, then slid his tongue against yours again. Pulling away, Chance took in your state. Hair mussed up, lips wet and kiss bitten, the cutest blush dusting your cheeks. Fuck, you are adorable. He kissed you again, then trailed his lips down your neck and jaw.
“Fuck.” He said your name lowly. “I need to taste you, please.” His eyes pleaded with you, shooting heat straight to your core. Oh, wow. This was not how you imagined this would go, but boy were you loving every second of this.
You nodded, and Chance took his opportunity. Pressing a deep kiss against your lips, he wrapped his arms under your thighs and lifted you up. Your legs locked around his torso as he lifted you. He carried you to the bed, setting you down gently.
As he looked down at you, he tore off his shirt. Revealing a somewhat toned body. A tight broad chest with a lovely bit of a lower tummy. You kind of wanted to bite him. It looked like Parker did too.
The other man had moved to the couch to get a good view of the show you and Chance were putting on. His eyes were drinking in all of the sights as his cock grew hard in his pants. Fuck, you two were so hot.
Planting his hands on either side of your head, Chance leaned down. Capturing your lips with his once more. Your hands trailed up and down his back, then scratched at his scalp, earning you a low groan.
“That feels good.” Chance said against your lips.
Warm hands slid under your shirt, then pulled it off. Your pants and underwear followed. The articles falling unceremoniously onto the hotel floor.
Both Chance and Parker groaned at the sight of your naked body. Between your thighs, your glistening pussy peeked out. The sight made them groan again. Chance spread your legs, making sure Parker got a good look at your needy cunt.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” Parker moaned out.
Chance slid two thick fingers between your pussy lips, making your hips jolt.
“Ah, fuck!” You keened.
It had been a bit since you had been touched by someone other than yourself. Your pussy was extremely sensitive.
The fingers teased around your entrance before plunging in easily. Biting his lip, Chance moaned at the feeling of your cunt sucking up the digits. So soft and warm. His cock jumped at the thought of him finally sliding into you. Curling his fingers, Chance pumped in and out of you. The push of his fingers pressing up against your gummy sweet spot.
“Ah, C-Chance!” You cried out.
“Look at you…” He breathed out, eyes trailing over your writhing body and landing on his fingers pressing in and out of your cunt. “So fucking perfect.” The compliment shot sparks of pleasure through you.
He pulled his fingers out, making you whine at the loss. Walking over to Parker, he offered his soaked fingers to the man. Parker opened his mouth, gladly taking the offering. He moaned around his fingers, eyes rolling back. Chance let out a moan of his own at the feeling of Parker’s tongue.
“Fuck, you taste good.” Parker said, face already fucked out. “You should taste her too, Chance.”
Nodding, Chance returned to you. He kneeled at the foot of the bed, then pulled your body to him. Without hesitation, Chance dove into your dripping heat. Large, warm tongue lapping through your folds making you let out a loud moan. His tongue flicked at your clit, earning him a cry of pleasure. Fuck, he was good. He felt so fucking good.
Chance moaned against you, loving how good you taste. Oh, he could just stay between your legs forever. Die in the closest thing to heaven he had discovered.
He continued to lap at your heat, pressing hot kisses to your thighs. Occasionally he would wrap his lips around your clit. You cried out at the pleasure that coursed through you. That familiar heat building up in your belly. He had barely been going at you and you could already feel your orgasm growing.
Watching you from the couch, Parker pawed at himself over his pants. His hard-on straining against the fabric almost painfully. Oh, but he loved the feeling. Edging himself over and over till he could finally cum.
“C-Chance! Ah!” You cried out at a harsh suck on your clit.
Chance hummed contently against you. The vibrations of his voice making you shiver. That heat continued to build. Just a little more, that’s all you needed.
His tongue flicked at your clit quickly. He watched you writhe under his ministrations. Moans escaping you faster and faster as he forced your orgasm build. So close. Each lick against you had your thighs flexing. The heat in you growing hotter.
One final lap against your pussy had you gushing. Throwing your head back, you came with a loud moan. Thighs clamping around Chance’s head as your release coated his lips and chin. He moaned against you.
As you shook with aftershocks, Chance stood up. Pulling his pants and boxers down, he revealed his cock. It was even better than your dream. Large and very thick, you shivered at the thought of him inside you. Soon enough you would feel it. First, Chance wanted to feel your mouth.
The man shifted your body around, making your head droop over the edge of the bed. Pressing his cock to your lips, he spoke.
“Open.”
Complying, you opened your mouth. He slid between your lips with a groan. The feeling of your mouth and tongue around him made him shiver. Softly holding your head, he began to thrust down your throat. Making you choke on his cock in the most delicious way.
“F-fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned. “If I knew you took cock so well, I would’ve done this sooner.”
He continued to fuck your mouth. Loving the way you moaned around his length. Yeah, he could get used to this. Though, he didn’t want to cum down your throat. Not yet, at least.
Pulling out, he crawled onto the bed with you. Warm hands manhandled your body as he pressed tender kisses over your sensitive skin. He pressed your back against his chest, his cock sliding between your wet folds from behind. The head pressed against your clit, making you jolt against him.
“Want me to fuck you? Yeah?” He breathed against your neck before kissing our sweet spot.
“Mmph! Yes!” You keened.
Over your shoulder, Chance locked eyes with Parker. The dark look in Chance’s eyes made Parker shiver. He followed as Chance’s fingers slid down your front, spreading apart your pussy lips. In one fluid motion, he thrust his cock deep inside you. A choked sob left you.
Parker moaned at the sight. Chance shoved deep inside your tight, wet heat. Your pussy drooling over his cock as the man began to fuck into you. Slick sounds filled the room along with your moans and whines. Just like your dream, Chance’s thick cock pummeled into your sweet gummy spot. The pure pleasure made tears prick at the corner of your eyes.
Parker couldn’t stand being on the sidelines anymore. He needed both of you.
As he stripped down, you watched with anticipation. Licking your lips as Parker approached you and Chance. He pressed a deep kiss to your lips, capturing your moans as Chance continued to fuck up into you. Turning from you, he pulled Chance into a kiss over your shoulder. The two tangling tongues with a groan.
Parker’s fingers tweaked at your nipples, causing you to cry out. Then he trailed his hand lower, fingers dancing around your sensitive nub. You squirmed as he played with you, gasping as pressed harder. Chance hissed as he felt you clench around his length.
“F-fuck! Make them do that again.” He groaned, looking at Parker.
The other man listened, continuing to play with your overstimulated pussy. Your soft walls pulsing around Chance’s length as your clit was brutalized by Parker’s fingers. Each squeeze against his cock had Chance moaning louder and louder. Balls growing tight as you clenched around him. Oh you were going to make him cum so hard.
“I think they’re close.” Parker smirked as he continued to touch you.
Loving your fucked out face. Eyes glazed over, mouth hung open, tumbling out a stream of moans and whines. The men force you to take every pleasurable touch. Leaving you shivering as another orgasm was building up within you.
“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Chance kissed up your neck. “I bet you’re close, huh?” Fuck, he needed you to cum around him.
“Mmm, make them cum. I bet they’ll squirt again.” Parker joined in, teasing you with his words.
All you could do was let out a pathetic whine, your pussy fluttering at their words.
“Mmph, keep going. They like it.” Chance groaned.
“You like it?” Parker’s lips captured yours in a heated kiss. “You like us using your perfect body like this?” Parker’s hand slid down your front back to circling your clit.
Pleasure courses through you, your orgasm just on the edge.
“Ah! Mmm…Parker!” You moaned as sparks of pleasure shot through you.
Parker grabbed your cheeks making you look at him. His eyes hungry as he smiled down at your ruined state.
“You gonna cum? Make Chance fill up this pretty pussy?” He pressed a hot kiss to your lips.
Both you and Chance moaned at the thought.
“Fuck yes! I’ll cum in this perfect little cunt.” Chance groaned and kissed up your neck. Occasionally sucking against the sensitive spots.
That heat in your belly was growing and growing. Ready to burst at any moment.
“Please,” Chance huffed against you, “please cum for me. I need you.” He practically whimpered. His cock so sensitive. Needing to unload in you.
With his plea you shattered. Cumming around his length with a scream. Your pussy clamped around him, forcing him to release inside you. A flood of warmth filled you as Chance shot hot ropes of cum. Each twitch of his cock had him moaning. He rut into you as you came down, making you whine at the overstimulation.
Pausing, Chance caught his breath. Keeping you pressed against his chest as his cock stuffed you full. He left trails of sweet kisses along your neck and shoulders. Whispering “thank yous” over and over against your skin.
Eventually, he slid out of you with a groan. Both of you slumped down. With your legs spread, they watched as Chance’s spend slid out of you.
Parker couldn’t contain himself. Suddenly, you found yourself on your back. Parker pressing a quick kiss to your lips, then kissed down your torso. Reaching his destination, he began to lap at your overstimulating pussy. Licking up the mix of you and Chance and moaning at the taste. Oh, he could get used to this.
“You both taste sooooo gooood…” He looked at you and Chance, a fucked out daze had his eyes glazed over.
Parker returned his mouth to your cunt, desperately needing more of you. His tongue flicked against your clit, making you cry out. It was too much. You tried closing your legs, but Parker forced them back apart with a growl. He dove back into your heat, licking up and down your folds. Mouth encircling your sensitive nub, making you cry out.
The scrawny man was surprisingly strong. A vice-like grip on your thighs. Making sure you took everything he gave you. He was going to have you cum on his face, he needed it.
Between your legs your eyes caught his hungry stare. The sight had you shivering and moaning.
All it took was a harsh suck on your clit and you were falling apart once more. Spraying your release on Parker’s face as your hips thrusted against his lips. He moaned, lapping at you greedily. Tongue abusing your swollen clit.
When he had his fill, Parker crawled over you. Slowly, he pressed a deep kiss to your lips. Tongue meeting yours, making you taste yourself and Chance. Sitting behind you, Chance tugged at Parker’s hair. He pressed his lips against his. Tasting what you had, making him groan. Already he was growing hard again.
First, however, it was Parker’s turn. His cock, red and beading with precum. He wondered how long he would even be able to last. It didn’t matter, he needed to feel you.
Sliding his cock between your folds, the man’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
“Oooh gosh, you feel amazing!” He moaned.
Both of you moaned as he slid into your heat. Your pussy sucking him in despite how overstimulated you were. Parker didn’t start slow, opting to pummel into you quickly. As if he couldn’t hold himself back.
He couldn’t, you felt so fucking good. Your sopping cunt pulling him in over and over again. Warm, wet, and so soft. He didn’t want to leave the feel of your pussy.
With the little wherewithal he had, Parker reached for your swollen clit. Fingers circling around it once more. Every touch making your hips jolt. Your body matching with his thrusts as Parker forced your body to build up another orgasm. You sobbed as the pleasure grew and grew.
Above you, Parker was in a daze. Loving how fucked out you were beneath him. Your writhing body just taking everything he was giving you. Eyes shut tightly as you gasped out moans with each of his thrusts. Soon enough you would be clamping down on him, making him join Chance with cumming in you.
He leaned down, mouthing the crook of your neck. Leaving love bites down the column of your throat. Each bite made you tighten around Parker’s length. He whined at the feeling, continuing to leave bites and kisses against your skin. Needing to feel the way you clenched around him.
“Gosh, oh, oh, f-fuck.” He stuttered out. There was so much he wanted to say, but your body had him in pure bliss. Coherent thoughts were out the window with the way you felt around his cock.
His fingers continued to work at you as he pumped in and out of you. Biting your lip, you whined at the feeling. The pleasure growing almost unbearable, yet you felt as if you needed it.
“P-parker, mmph! It’s t-too much!” You managed to gasp out.
“You can take it! P-please!” He cried out. Just a bit more, that’s all he needed.
Locking your legs around his hips, you pulled Parker’s body flush against yours. Grabbing his hair, you gave him a hot open mouthed kiss. Your tongues tangled as you groaned. Out of nowhere, you felt your orgasm slam into you. Pussy clamping down and pulsing around Parker’s cock. A wave of your release gushed onto his lower half.
“Oh! Oh!” He whimpered, feeling his balls tighten before unloading into you.
With eyes shut tight, he pumped in and out of your wet cunt. Cock twitching as he shot ropes of his cum into you. Each thrust sending shocks of pleasure coursing through his body. Your pussy continued to pulse around him, making him moan.
He pressed a long deep kiss against your lips, slipping his tongue against yours. Lazily, you wrapped your arms around him. Fingers tangling in his colorful hair, lightly tugging. His hands ran up and down your sides soothingly, helping you come down from your high.
Looking up at Parker, you felt a swell in your chest. He was staring down at you in awe, adoration sparkling in his eyes. As if he couldn’t help himself, he dived toward your face. Peppering you with light kisses all over your cheeks and neck, the sweet action made you giggle. As if he hadn’t just fucked you silly.
“Mind if I join in?” Chance asked sheepishly, his cheeks dusted with red.
“Come here, big guy!” Parker opened an arm to him, dragging Chance into a kiss.
After a moment, Parker pulled out of you. Both of you groaned at the loss. Chance and Parker stared down between your legs, appreciating the collective mess they made of you. Sheepishly, you pressed your thighs together.
“Awww, nooo.” Parker whined, pulling your legs apart.
“You guys are making me self conscious.” You huffed.
“You shouldn’t be.” Parker said matter-of-fact. “You’re really fucking hot.”
Despite everything, that had your cheeks flaring red.
It seemed like the men weren’t done with you. Chance was hard again, eyeballing your overstimulated cunt with that familiar hunger. While you didn’t know if you could truly take anymore, another part of you felt a rush at the thought of being fucked into a puddle.
And fucked you were. Chance putting you in a mean mating press, his cock making you cum around him two more times before he came in you again. Parker pushing you facedown on the bed and taking you from behind. Fucking into you like no tomorrow. Every part of you becoming jello as they repeatedly used your overstimulated body.
Eventually, everyone had tired themselves out. Both of them curled up on either side of you. Snuggling against your naked form. Multiple hands trailed over your body, leaving you shivering. Chance pressed soft kisses up your collarbone and neck, and planted one on your lips. Giggling, you felt Parker nibbling at your neck. Yeah, he sure liked to bite.
“What now?” You asked, turning your head between the two. Head hazy with the bliss of your orgasms.
“We take care of you.” Chance pecked your cheek. “It’s the least we can do, considering…” He motioned to your boneless state.
“Ooh, how about a bath? Since we can all fit in the tub!” Parker’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
You loved the man’s enthusiasm for even the most mundane of things. Something you hoped you could learn from him.
“I like the sounds of that. How bout you?” Chance rubbed his thumb lovingly along your cheek.
“Mmm, a bath sounds wonderful.”
Parker helped get the bath prepped, while Chance took care of you. Wiping you down, then making sure you drank water and had a bit of a snack. As the tub was filling, Parker came back into the room and hopped back into bed with you. He snatched a chip from the bag Chance was sharing with you.
“Did I miss anything?” He snuggled back into you.
“Just Chance babying me.” You teased.
“It’s called aftercare, because you know, I’m not an asshole.” He teased back, pecking your cheek affectionately.
“Bar. In. Hell.” You poked at his chest.
He grabbed your hand, pulling it to his lips.
“And I know you’d follow me all the way down.” This time he placed a kiss to your lips, making your heart swell.
When he pulled away, Parker stole a kiss from you as well.
“Don’t want to be left out?” You teased your other partner.
“Of course!” He blushed. “Plus, I really like kissing you.”
“May I have a turn as well?” Chance asked Parker with a quirked brow.
“Why of course!” He leaned over you to kiss the man deeply.
When the tub was full, Chance helped carry you to the bathroom. You had attempted to walk, but found that your legs were way too wobbly to do so. Perks of having a strong man that enjoyed manhandling you, you supposed. Parker slipped into the tub first with a content sigh. Gently, Chance placed you in, then slid in behind you. Pulling you to his chest, Chance placed a sweet kiss to your forehead. His hands caressed over your body. Parker ran his hands over your legs, occasionally massaging your calves and feet.
“Mmm, I could get used to this.” You sighed with content, closing your eyes and leaning back against Chance.
“Yeah?” He asked softly.
Peeking an eye open, you felt your heart swell. Both Chance and Parker were gazing at you affectionately.
“Yeah.” You sat up, giving each of them a kiss. “So, would you mind not leaving this in Vegas?”
“You can bet on it.” Chance pressed another kiss to your lips, then gave one to Parker.
“Oh, I love you guys!” Parker teared up, embracing the two of you.
“I love you too!” You smiled brightly. “Both of you.”