“He doesn’t look like he can take it, Joe,” Nicky remarks from the sidelines, and Booker whines in indignation. “Come now, my love,” Joe admonishes. “Where there’s a will there’s a way.”
The two of them are curled up together on an armchair, watching the scene taking place on the bed next to them. Andy has four fingers deep inside Booker, who’s on his hands and knees, while Nile is kissing him sweetly, gentling him as he tries to rock back against Andy’s fingers. “He does indeed seem particularly eager for it,” Nicky acknowledges, and that’s hard to miss: Booker is achingly hard, has been since Andy suggested this, casually, over breakfast. His cheeks are flushed red and he’s grinding back against Andy like he can’t get enough, like he wants her whole hand inside him, and Joe privately thinks that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
Sure enough, Andy gets that glint in her eyes, plastering herself across Booker’s back to murmur in his ear. “Do you think you can take more?” He nods, even though he looks fairly wrecked already, and Andy carefully tucks her thumb in and Joe and Nicky watch in fascination as she manages to work her whole hand inside of Booker. Nile even cranes around his body to watch, eyes wide at the sight, and Booker moans like something wounded, both at the stretch and at the thought of all of his teammates observing him so closely. His cock jerks, and it’s only by sheer force of will that he doesn’t come immediately.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Andy pulls her hand out, wiping it inelegantly on Booker’s thigh. “I think he might be ready, Nile. Do you want to go first or should I?” Nile bites her lip. “Maybe you first, so I can watch and see what to do?” Andy grins. “Booker and I are old hats at this, aren’t we?” She remarks with a fond slap to his ass, and he jolts and barely manages a “yes, boss,” his voice hoarse.
Indeed, Joe and Nicky have watched Andy do this countless times over the decades, but they still enjoy watching her step into her harness—“they’ve improved these things so much over the years,” she remarked right after she got the latest one—and they always savour the beatific look on Booker’s face as she pushes in the first time, like she’s making him whole somehow, a missing piece slotting into place. Booker was loud before, and he will be again, they know, but for now he’s calmer, head thrown back as Nile sucks bruises that disappear almost instantly into the pale column of his throat, and he only makes soft little gasps, little aborted “ah—ah—“ noises as Andy thrusts inside him.
“Try and slip another finger or two in beside me, Nile,” Andy suggests, tossing her the lube, and Nile scrambles to switch positions so she can get at Booker. She looks skeptical at the thought of much more fitting beside where Andy is already deeply seated, but Booker had been adamant that he wanted to try this, that he had always wanted to, that he was sure he could take it.
Despite her concerns, the first finger goes in easily, the feeling of Andy’s cock strange against her fingers. The second finger is a bit more of a stretch, but she manages it, and Booker actually screams, hips jerking wildly, and he circles the base of his own length with his fingers to hold himself back from coming. “Please, Nile, please, get inside me or I’m going to come, don’t want to until you’re both in me, please—“
Nicky and Joe share a look, a wordless conversation, and then Joe reaches out, his fingers hovering over where Booker has a tight grip on his straining cock. “Do you want me to help you? I can do that if you want,” and Booker nods gratefully, letting Joe’s tight fingers replace his own.
Nile takes a minute to get the harness on; Andy had shown her what to do earlier, but she still needs to fiddle with the straps, and while she’s waiting, Andy continues railing Booker with long deep thrusts that are pulling all sorts of delicious groans from his throat. She only pauses when Nile is ready, stilling to let the other woman slip inside next to her, and she pulls Nile in for a soft kiss, glad that they are doing this together.
Booker starts sobbing as Nile pushes in as well, but his cock is still rock hard, leaking a steady stream onto the covers, and it’s obvious to everyone that he won’t last long, tight fingers around his cock or not. Andy resumes her brutal pace, hitting his sweet spot on every thrust, while Nile is more careful, shallowly pushing into him, and somehow the contrast between them drives him absolutely wild.
“How does it feel, Book?” Andy asks, running a hand down his side like she’s soothing a horse. “S-so good,” he stammers out, barely able to hold himself up, his knees trembling. “Better than I imagined, fuck, right there, please, I can’t—“ Andy presses a single, sweet kiss to the small of his back, and Nile’s fingers are rubbing soft circles into his sides. “You can come whenever you need to, Sébastien,” Andy tells him, giving Joe a look as well, and Joe lets his fingers drop away. Booker manages to hold out through three more of Andy’s quick fire thrusts and two of Nile’s slower ones before he’s coming with a shout, spilling on the sheets beneath him in long spurts that look almost painful.
Andy and Nile pull out gently, and each of them pulls him in for a soft kiss, brushing the hair off of his forehead, wet with perspiration and tears. They lay down beside him, wrapping arms around his waist, but Nicky chuckles as he can see the way that Andy is squirming ever so slightly and Nile can’t stop her gaze wandering to the curve of other woman’s lip. “Go find your own pleasure, boss,” he tells her with a smile. “I think we can take over cuddling duties.” She doesn’t need to be told twice before she rolls on top of Nile, kissing her desperately, while Joe and Nicky climb on the bed to bracket Booker in a gentle embrace, pressing kisses to his hair.
Andy/Nile/Booker, pegging, double penetration
Andy and Nile pegging Booker simoultaneously.
Joe and Nicky can be watching.
“He doesn’t look like he can take it, Joe,” Nicky remarks from the sidelines, and Booker whines in indignation. “Come now, my love,” Joe admonishes. “Where there’s a will there’s a way.”
The two of them are curled up together on an armchair, watching the scene taking place on the bed next to them. Andy has four fingers deep inside Booker, who’s on his hands and knees, while Nile is kissing him sweetly, gentling him as he tries to rock back against Andy’s fingers. “He does indeed seem particularly eager for it,” Nicky acknowledges, and that’s hard to miss: Booker is achingly hard, has been since Andy suggested this, casually, over breakfast. His cheeks are flushed red and he’s grinding back against Andy like he can’t get enough, like he wants her whole hand inside him, and Joe privately thinks that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
Sure enough, Andy gets that glint in her eyes, plastering herself across Booker’s back to murmur in his ear. “Do you think you can take more?” He nods, even though he looks fairly wrecked already, and Andy carefully tucks her thumb in and Joe and Nicky watch in fascination as she manages to work her whole hand inside of Booker. Nile even cranes around his body to watch, eyes wide at the sight, and Booker moans like something wounded, both at the stretch and at the thought of all of his teammates observing him so closely. His cock jerks, and it’s only by sheer force of will that he doesn’t come immediately.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Andy pulls her hand out, wiping it inelegantly on Booker’s thigh. “I think he might be ready, Nile. Do you want to go first or should I?” Nile bites her lip. “Maybe you first, so I can watch and see what to do?” Andy grins. “Booker and I are old hats at this, aren’t we?” She remarks with a fond slap to his ass, and he jolts and barely manages a “yes, boss,” his voice hoarse.
Indeed, Joe and Nicky have watched Andy do this countless times over the decades, but they still enjoy watching her step into her harness—“they’ve improved these things so much over the years,” she remarked right after she got the latest one—and they always savour the beatific look on Booker’s face as she pushes in the first time, like she’s making him whole somehow, a missing piece slotting into place. Booker was loud before, and he will be again, they know, but for now he’s calmer, head thrown back as Nile sucks bruises that disappear almost instantly into the pale column of his throat, and he only makes soft little gasps, little aborted “ah—ah—“ noises as Andy thrusts inside him.
“Try and slip another finger or two in beside me, Nile,” Andy suggests, tossing her the lube, and Nile scrambles to switch positions so she can get at Booker. She looks skeptical at the thought of much more fitting beside where Andy is already deeply seated, but Booker had been adamant that he wanted to try this, that he had always wanted to, that he was sure he could take it.
Despite her concerns, the first finger goes in easily, the feeling of Andy’s cock strange against her fingers. The second finger is a bit more of a stretch, but she manages it, and Booker actually screams, hips jerking wildly, and he circles the base of his own length with his fingers to hold himself back from coming. “Please, Nile, please, get inside me or I’m going to come, don’t want to until you’re both in me, please—“
Nicky and Joe share a look, a wordless conversation, and then Joe reaches out, his fingers hovering over where Booker has a tight grip on his straining cock. “Do you want me to help you? I can do that if you want,” and Booker nods gratefully, letting Joe’s tight fingers replace his own.
Nile takes a minute to get the harness on; Andy had shown her what to do earlier, but she still needs to fiddle with the straps, and while she’s waiting, Andy continues railing Booker with long deep thrusts that are pulling all sorts of delicious groans from his throat. She only pauses when Nile is ready, stilling to let the other woman slip inside next to her, and she pulls Nile in for a soft kiss, glad that they are doing this together.
Booker starts sobbing as Nile pushes in as well, but his cock is still rock hard, leaking a steady stream onto the covers, and it’s obvious to everyone that he won’t last long, tight fingers around his cock or not. Andy resumes her brutal pace, hitting his sweet spot on every thrust, while Nile is more careful, shallowly pushing into him, and somehow the contrast between them drives him absolutely wild.
“How does it feel, Book?” Andy asks, running a hand down his side like she’s soothing a horse. “S-so good,” he stammers out, barely able to hold himself up, his knees trembling. “Better than I imagined, fuck, right there, please, I can’t—“ Andy presses a single, sweet kiss to the small of his back, and Nile’s fingers are rubbing soft circles into his sides. “You can come whenever you need to, Sébastien,” Andy tells him, giving Joe a look as well, and Joe lets his fingers drop away. Booker manages to hold out through three more of Andy’s quick fire thrusts and two of Nile’s slower ones before he’s coming with a shout, spilling on the sheets beneath him in long spurts that look almost painful.
Andy and Nile pull out gently, and each of them pulls him in for a soft kiss, brushing the hair off of his forehead, wet with perspiration and tears. They lay down beside him, wrapping arms around his waist, but Nicky chuckles as he can see the way that Andy is squirming ever so slightly and Nile can’t stop her gaze wandering to the curve of other woman’s lip. “Go find your own pleasure, boss,” he tells her with a smile. “I think we can take over cuddling duties.” She doesn’t need to be told twice before she rolls on top of Nile, kissing her desperately, while Joe and Nicky climb on the bed to bracket Booker in a gentle embrace, pressing kisses to his hair.