I fought to stay silent, my hands gripping the sheets in an attempt to gain control as Dev’s tongue trailed my hole. He teased, circled, bit, and traced patterns as he pleased until the smallest gasp left my lungs. I could feel Dev’s smirk against my skin.

“What was that,” Dev teased. 

“Nothing,” I scoffed, trying to hide the breathlessness in my voice. 

“Sounded like something.” 

“Well, it wasn’t.” Dev hummed and before I had the chance to process anything, his fingers slipped in.  The stretch burned and he didn’t give me the chance to adjust to the feeling before he pulled them out, his fingertips barely teasing my hole as he shoved them back in. 

I wasn’t able to stop my moan this time. It took my breath away but the second I got it back, my mouth fell open and a low moan filled the room. I didn’t give Dev time to gloat. I forced my ass farther into his fingers and looked up to Brad.

His hands were still seated on his thighs and I was surprised he had managed to go this long without asking to touch himself. 

“Not enjoying the show,” I teased as I leaned forward, crawling between his thighs to hover over his dick. Dev’s fingers followed the movement, pressing in hard with an added third finger to assault my prostate. My eyes closed in pleasure as another moan forced its way out but I quickly recovered in order to focus on my other task. “Are we not good enough for you?” I smirked up at him as I nosed his hard dick. His eyes fluttered at the simple action but his hands didn’t move. 

“I want to be a good slut,” he whined but his hips lifted, nudging his tip against the edge of my mouth. My hands force his hips back down on the bed. 

“I don’t remember us saying you couldn’t enjoy yourself. You just had to ask first. Use your words slut.” His body shivered but he simply shook his head. 

“I’m going to cum,” he whined. “I don’t want to be a bad slut. I’ll wait.” I hummed and took his length in my mouth without giving him time to protest. 

His moan was instant as his head fell back to rest against the headboard. His hands were buried in my hair as he tried to pull me away, squirming and tensing with every brush of my tongue. He begged and pleaded to be let go as he pulled on my purple hair harshly. 

“Please let go,” he whined as he bucked his hips, his dick so far down my throat I could hardly breathe while Dev’s fingers slid in as far as they would go. “I want to cum so bad.”

“And you don’t think we will let you,” Dev teased as he pulled his fingers out. I whined at the loss and was rewarded with a harsh slap as a warning to tone down the brat. 

“I don’t think I’ll last a third time,” Brad sighed, still shying away from my mouth. I chased him and he withered in my hold. 

“Well, that won’t do,” Dev said as he forced my head away. I pouted at the loss but Dev didn’t seem to care as he shoved my face into the mattress, giving Brad a perfect view of whatever Dev had planned that I wasn’t allowed to see. 

“Sir,” I whined, missing the feeling of something playing with my hole. My dick strained against the sheets but I knew better than to try and rut against them for relief. Whatever fun we were about to have would be immediately ruined and this fun scene would quickly turn into a punishment that I’m not sure I wanted when we have company for the first time.  “Do something,” I groaned. 

“What do you want me to do James,” Dev teased, a finger teasing a circle around my hole. 

“Fucking do something!” 

“I am doing something,” he said, barely fucking touching me. His hands traced useless patterns on my ass and up my back, every now and then ghosting a trail down my thigh, getting oh so close to my dick before leaving it to trail back up my leg. His days were fucking numbered when we were alone again. I knew he would never allow me to take charge while someone else watched so he better be fucking ready for another round in the morning when we kicked Brad out. 

“Shove something inside of me before I get up and get something my damn self,” I seethed, forcing my arms underneath me and forcing myself up. Dev barely let me up a few inches before he slammed me back down on the bed. 

I groaned in frustration and to hide the moan at being manhandled but continued to fight the weight on top of me. It was no use but the thought of struggling against Dev of all people was hot and the movement allowed a small amount of relief to my dick. 

“You most certainly will not,” Dev seethed as he leaned over my body to talk in my ear, still speaking loud enough for Brad to hear. “You’re not being a very good boy,” he said, his hands leaving bruises on my hips from how hard he was holding on to me. Brad groaned, his nails digging into his thighs until the skin turned white as he bit his lip. 

“When am I ever a good boy,” I seethed as I struggled back, mostly for the sake of making Dev madder than to actually get what I wanted. 

“Every other time we play,” Dev corrected. “If you’re going to act up every time we invite others in, maybe we shouldn’t do this again,” he teased. I could feel how hard his dick was against my ass as he held me down and there was no way this would be our only time playing with a third but Brad’s hands tightened at the words.

“No need to lie,” I teased, pushing my ass back against him. “I’m never a good boy and you know it.” He scoffed as his hand slid around to squeeze my neck. I gasped at the pressure as he forced my head up, giving me time to smirk at Brad as Dev lifted me higher. 

“Be a good boy and maybe I’ll let you cum,” he whispered in my ear as his dick thrusted between my thighs. 

“I’m cumming regardless,” I scoffed and Dev’s hand tightened. I whined at the pressure, letting my head fall back against his shoulder as he sucked a bite under my ear.
“Like hell you are,” he seethed, giving my throat another harsh squeeze. “Behave or I’ll punish you right here in front of our company. Don’t think for a second that I won’t.” I huffed but went slightly more limp in his arms.

“Then fucking touch me.”

“Fucking beg for it,” Dev spat out with the same heat I had given him. I didn’t bother hiding my glare as I looked over my shoulder at him. He was smirking and I hated him at that moment. 

“Go fuck yourself,” I seethed just loud enough for him to hear. 

“Color,” he asked simply but his smirk never dimmed, knowing the answer before he even asked it. 

“Green,” I scoffed. 

“Then beg you little bitch,” He teased with a condescending voice that I always hated when he brought out. The effect on Brad was instant though. His moan tore through the almost silent room and even though I knew this was all to make Brad as on edge as possible, I didn’t like the idea of begging in front of others. 

It was different when we were alone. Begging in private was hot and intimate but when others were around it was degrading in the worst way possible. The thought of being less than Dev felt gross. Sure, he normally topped and usually dommed but the idea of me not being on the same level as him when a third was involved made my stomach turn. 

When he noticed the pause before I fought against him, Dev let me lean back to whisper in his ear. 

“Yellow,” I said barely above a mutter. Dev’s hands loosened in seconds to allow me to breathe a bit better while he began tracing gentle patterns across my shoulder blades and back.