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“Sit down,” you order, shoving Eddie’s naked body into the armchair facing the bed. He falls into it with no argument, he’s not in charge right now—you are. He’d listen to anything you’d say, but especially when you’re fully naked like you are now, looking like an ethereal goddess he’d sacrifice himself to. 

Sucking his lip beneath his teeth, his eyes travel up your figure, admiring all your pretty curves. His breath hitches as you lean down, giving his caged cock a gentle kiss. A whiny moan tumbles past his lips as he feels the kitten lick you give to the slit on the top of the pink resin, the tiny hole allows him to feel but a fraction of the warmth of your tongue. The tongue he knows so well, the tongue that usually treats him sweetly. But he’s not getting that tongue today. 

“Be good,” you mutter to him, but it’s more like you’re speaking to his pent up cock, thrumming at the sight of your body, unable to harden to full length from the locked chastity cage. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes, chest moving rapidly with anticipation. His mouth falls open in another whine as you give one last lick before you feel large hands wrap around your waist, pulling you to stand up straight. 

Eddie watches from below as Steve’s hands slide up your naked body, giving your breasts a harsh squeeze, pulling your back to his hairy chest. You hum at the feel of his hard cock pressed into your ass, hungry lips attacking your neck. 

“Should we give him a show,” Steve mutters lowly, looking at Eddie’s hazy eyes over your shoulder. Those same hazy, dark eyes follow every movement of the brunet against your body, noting every squeeze, every tug to your nipples, every grind against your ass. 

Letting out a breathy sigh, you look down at your boyfriend. “You wan’ a show, baby?” 

“Yes, please.” 

Steve snorts, “He’s so polite. How’d you get him to stop talking this long?” 

Maneuvering his naked body to stand beside the chair, you kneel down before responding, “A lot of orgasm denial and a pretty pink cock cage will do the trick. Why, you in the business of shutting up my boyfriend?” Smirking at the sound of Eddie’s whimper, you bite your lip, glancing down to his swollen balls. They’re looking worse for wear, pulled taut to his body, a reddish-purple hue from neglect, and puffed up from his shaft being stuck in a compact prison of non-relief. 

“No, but I’m now wondering what it takes for you…” 

“Oh. I’m lookin’ at it.” Your words dance out on a sultry breath, admiring the sight before you.

Feeling his heated gaze, you grasp Steve’s cock, giving it the same kitten licks you gave Eddie. You meet Eddie's eyes out of the corner of your vision as you suck the ruddy tip of another man’s cock into your mouth, reveling in the moan you’re granted from both men. 

Steve’s cock is girthier than Eddie’s, which is saying something because Eddie’s always gives you quite a stretch despite your years long relationship and active sex life. After inching down with wet bobs of your head, you pull up to meet your friend’s eyes. “Jesus, Steve, your cock is fucking huge. Should’ve been fucking you instead of this one here,” you jerk your thumb haphazardly at a squirming Eddie. 

Steve laughs at your comment, glancing over to see your boyfriend’s hips twitching upwards before looking down at the sight of you on your knees for him. “Well, you can now,” he flirts, hands coming up around your head to guide you back onto him. 

Letting Steve fuck his way into your mouth, you don’t bother wrapping a hand around what you can’t take. You let him have his way with your mouth, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. Moaning around his hard cock, you place one hand on his muscular thigh, giving it a squeeze—just to grope. Your other hand reaches for Eddie’s caged cock, settling on his discolored balls—you give them a squeeze, eliciting a pitiful whine. 

The sounds of gagging and wet fucking is making Eddie hyperventilate, he’s so pent up and his cock can’t get hard in the confines of the cage, there’s nowhere for all the blood to go. He wants to be let out so bad already and you haven’t even been fucked yet. That was the point—he was supposed to watch you get fucked by Steve while he can’t do a thing. But his cock is so achy and sensitive, he feels the familiar pit in his stomach. 

“M–Mommy,” he whines, brows furrowed in pleasure at the pained relief you’re giving his swollen sac. 

Steve stops thrusting into your mouth, letting you pull off of him with a string of spit following your lips. Swiping the drool from your chin, you give a harsh squeeze to Eddie’s balls as you wipe the spit onto his thighs. The action makes him whimper, you’re basically using him as a rag right now—wiping your spit mixed with Steve’s precum onto his skin. 

“What,” you snap. “Mommy’s busy right now getting face fucked by your friend. What do you want?”

A desperate breath rushes out of his lips at the reminder that you're cucking him and with his friend. He needs to get out of this fucking cage. “Wanna–wanna cum.” Worth a shot, maybe you’d take pity on him with how almost actually blue his balls are. 

A scratchy laugh leaves your sore throat at the fact that he’d even try. Sliding the hand on Steve’s thigh to his twitching cock, you start to jerk your hand up and down his length, earning a quiet groan from the man.

“The only man who gets to cum tonight is Steve, you have to watch and take notes. Maybe you’ll pick up a thing or two on how to fuck like a real man.” You’re moving your attention back to Steve’s leaking tip as you hear another whine from your boyfriend. 

“B–But–”

The rest of his sentence is cut off with a high pitched yelp as you swat at his sensitive sac. “Don’t interrupt me again,” you scold, pulling your hand completely away from him to grab Steve’s thighs again. 

You lean down to suck Steve’s large balls into your mouth, moaning around the soft skin, pressing your thighs together for relief. Eddie whines at the groan his friend lets out, he knows just how magical your tongue is, just how much you love to have balls in your mouth. 

“F-Fuck, I’m close,” Steve huffs out, pulling your mouth off his cock, lifting you up to shove you on the bed. With a soft bounce, you spread yourself open for his muscular body, biting your lip as he crawls on top of you. Rubbing your hands up and down his biceps, you look up into your friend’s face. His mouth is slightly parted with exertion, desperate to fuck you and struggling to stave off his orgasm—Eddie warned him beforehand, your mouth was a sinful little honey trap, Eddie often being the fly. 

“Fuck me, please, Steve. I need it so fucking bad,” you whine, sparing a glance at your boyfriend’s white-knuckled grip on the arms of the chair. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie, your girl is gonna kill me.” He doesn’t bother to look over at the desperate man watching, he’s too busy focusing on the way your heat sucks his cock in like it’s home at last. “Ah, fuck, baby! Shit, you’re so tight for me, honey.” 

A loud moan rips from your throat as he begins a harsh pace, quickening with every passing second. “Steve–Stevie, ah!” 

The sounds of skin slapping, the breaths pushed out of your lungs on every thrust in, the grunts from the sweaty man on top of you—it’s all doing nothing to cover up the shrill whimpers from your boyfriend. It’s like your body is getting ravaged by a deliciously hard cock, but your mind is zeroed in on the reactions of your man. 

“Shit, shit, shit–I’m gonna–gonna–fuck!” 

“Cum inside me, Stevie–please, wan’ your fucking cum, fuck!” You let out a wailing cry at one last violent thrust, looking from Steve’s pleasure-screwed face to Eddie’s open, panting mouth, meeting his rapt attention.

Steve collapses onto you, his thrusts losing all rhythm as you feel his cock twitch inside you, spewing out ropes of warm cum all across your inner walls. You let out deep breaths, finally able to breathe normally with his strokes turning into a slow grind. 

“Shit, shit, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkk!” 

The desperate curses echo out around the room causing you to look over at your boyfriend again, just in time to see his restless hips thrusting into the air. An amazed smile pulls at your exhausted face as you watch cum explode from the little slit in the resin, his spend shooting up into the air for almost ten whole seconds—he really was pent up. 

Violently shaking from aftershocks, Eddie practically curls in on himself despite being covered in his own seed. His eyes never leave you or the man on top of you—he looks like a kicked puppy. 

“Aw, poor baby,” you coo, earning Steve’s attention. Once he notices you’re talking to Eddie, he lifts off of you, still inside you, but giving you space. “C’mere, honey. Did you make a mess?” 

Unable to ignore the lasting spasms of such a powerful orgasm—from within a cock cage where he wasn’t even able to get hard, no less—he stumbles to your grabby hands. When he gets closer, you notice his watery eyes and wet lashes. The sight only makes you coo more—your poor, sweet, needy boyfriend. 

A shocked laugh tumbles from your lips when one last tiny shot of cum escapes his caged cock at your gentle touch to his hip. “Aw, sweetie. You did so well.” Reaching onto the nightstand, you swipe the key and unlock his spent cock, removing the contraption from him. 

The sound of his relieved breath fills the room, finally free from the confines of his cage. You tap Steve’s hip, alerting him to pull out. “You did good too, Stevie.”

Giving you an appreciative hum, Steve backs off of you fully, deciding to take Eddie’s chair with an exhausted breath. He’s resting his head back, closing his eyes, still trying to come down from the high of feeling your pussy squeeze every last drop of cum out of him. He understands now why Eddie’s so whipped—if he had a girl like you, he’d be waiting on her hand and foot, too. 

“C’mere, baby,” you pull Eddie’s hips closer to the bed, quickly licking up some of his spend off of his V-line. Your affection makes his cock twitch with need, but he’s far too sensitive for anything else. You’ve been making him save up all his cum just for this event, telling him it’d be worth it. He’d agree if he wasn’t too brain dead right now. 

“Come clean me up before I get all sticky, honey. You know I don’t like to be sticky.” 

Your boyfriend lets out a mix of what sounds like a hum of acknowledgement and a whimper as he climbs onto the bed, settling between your thighs. The sight of your core has him waking right out of his stupor. The picturesque view of his best friend’s cum leaking out of your quivering hole has the same effect on his consciousness that smelling salts would. He’s up and he’s ready to go—a switch has flipped. 

Before you can say another word he’s shoving his face into your soaked folds, shaking his head side-to-side vigorously, tongue lapping up as much as he can. “Fuck, sweetheart, you taste so fucking good.” 

His mumbled praise and attention earns him a whiny moan from you. You’re reeling at his lack of hesitation despite another man’s cum seeping out of your pussy. In fact, it’s like he’s eating you out with more gusto than he ever has before. 

Steve raises his hand without picking his head up, “I think you mean I taste so good. That’s mostly me in there.”

Eddie plunges his thumb into your wet hole before quickly attaching it to your clit, all lubed up and tightly circling the sensitive button. “Shut the fuck up, Harrington.” 

Steve’s grumble is overshadowed by your loud moans, “Oh, Eddie, oh, fuck me!” Once you start grinding your cunt against his mouth, he knows he’s got you. Relishing in the way Steve didn’t even try to get you off, Eddie’s smug that as much as he likes to play around with the dynamics of your relationship—he’s the only one who can make you cum as hard as you do. 

A couple more deep plunges of his tongue in your pussy and you’re cumming, gripping his hair, clamping his mouth to your hole as you needily grind against his face, moaning and mewling, babbling incoherent curses. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you chant, chest heaving and spirit ascending from your body. Eddie’s grin is unobstructed as he continues to give your cunt some kitten licks, making sure to clean up every last bit of his friend’s cum. 

“Now that…is how you make a girl cum,” he cheekily taunts Steve, whose attention was back on you the moment you started grinding against Eddie's face.

Giving a weak, “Fuck off, Munson,” Steve tries to hide his erection—not very well, though, he’s still completely naked, after all. 

Eddie ignores the weak comeback, instead, opting to crawl up your body to grant you a searing kiss. You mewl into his mouth at the taste of Steve’s spend on his tongue. Feeling him press his hard cock against your pelvis, your pussy flutters at the thought of the pounding you’re about to get for some of the things you said earlier. 

Pulling away, you breathe into your boyfriend’s mouth desperately trying to conjure up words as he drifts a wandering hand to your puffy folds. “I–It’s been fun, Steve. You can let yourself out, right?” It’s a rhetorical question because you don’t wait for a response, you’re already eagerly accepting Eddie’s tongue back into your mouth, sucking on the languid muscle as you spread your legs wider for his deft fingers.

Steve lets out another grumble at your dismissal. He thought he did a good job, but you seem to have forgotten the last hour already. Snatching his clothes off the floor and tucking his erection into the waistband of his jeans, he leaves the apartment shaking his head—if he had a girl like you…

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