Summary: They haven’t been looking for a permanent third, not really. But sometimes you find the thing you need when you least expect it; isn’t that what they always say?
Pairing: Jensen x OFC x Jared
Warnings: Threesome, Dom/sub, BDSM, Daddy Kink, Daddy Jensen, Dom Jared, Dominance, Blindfolds, Bondage, age difference, dirty talk (especially Jensen, Rough Sex, Rough Blow Jobs, gagging during blow jobs, tears during blow jobs, panic, panic attacks, consensual no condoms, name calling, light verbal humiliation, subspace, bathing, ass play, analingus, anal sex, female ejaculation/squirting, aftercare, polyamory, J2 heavily implied
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Carly’s always liked older men. They’re usually more mature, more established financially and professionally, know what they want and how to get it – and they usually know how to fuck.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he grits his teeth, his breath fanning her cheek, one meaty hand twisted in the back of her dark, silken waves, baring her throat, and the other thrusting three fingers into her cunt from behind. “Come for Daddy.”
Carly also has a Daddy kink.
Jensen didn’t even bother taking her uniform off, just shoved his hand up the back of her shorts and tore at her fishnets until he could soak his fingers with her slick. Now he’s got her face first against the wall and she can barely breathe.
Jared chuckles. “Take it easy, Jay,” he says, rounding the couch and flicking one of the table lamps on low. “We don’t wanna break our new toy before it’s even outta the box.”
“Ahh, she likes it,” Jensen says, repeatedly pressing his fingertips into her g-spot and licking her long, slim neck from shoulder to jaw. “Doncha, princess?” he whispers in her ear. When she doesn’t answer, he jerks his hand in her hair, and she hisses, dropping her bag to the floor with a thud. Her pussy clenches around his fingers, and he chuckles. “See? Say it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answers, gasping. “ God, yes.”
Orgasms are fascinating things. Sometimes they come – pun totally intended – so easily, leaving you with a happy sigh to go on about your day; sometimes they skitter over you, leaving you gasping and grasping for more; sometimes they build to the point of desperation, shock through you, convulsing you, leaving you breathless and hazy.
“Fucking fuck,” she swears, slamming her hands against the wall.
Carly’s first orgasm of the night is of the second variety.
“Such a dirty mouth,” Jensen chuckles, removing his fingers from her body and dropping to his knees. He unzips and slides her shorts over her curved hips and ass then pats the ankle of her boot and says, “give ‘em to me.”
She obeys, stepping out of her shorts. She’ll be doing a lot of obeying tonight with both of them to answer to.
“Damn, that was fast,” Jared comments on how quickly she came and watches Jensen toss Carly’s shorts over his shoulder before returning his hands to her body.
Jensen shreds the fishnets further so there’s a gaping hole between her legs before sitting back on his boots and quietly observing her posture. She’s standing with her forehead pressed lightly against the wall, hands splayed on either side of her head, panting.
At first, Carly thought Jensen was shy because he was so much less chatty than the rest of his group. Then she tripped over his boot and promptly landed in his lap. He wrapped a heavy arm around her waist and murmured “Daddy’s got you” into her ear like velvet, thick and deep and lush. When she met his gaze, there was a distinct edge there, and she knew what she was in for.
“Carly, turn around,” Jared’s voice floats from where he stands beside the couch in the sitting area.
Jared is more easy going, friendlier, more talkative than his cohort. He put her at ease right away when she was waiting on them earlier in the evening. Now he’s intimidating and thrilling her with his commands.
Carly does as she’s told, slow and unsteady on her feet and in the presence of these two men. Jensen hops from kneeling to standing in one swift movement. He takes her hand in his and leads her to where Jared’s waiting.
They’ve already discussed limits – blood, urine, feces, nipple clamps, and fisting – Carly’s safeword, which is orange and established their lack of need for condoms. Jared is ‘Sir’ and Jensen is ‘Daddy’ and she’s whoever they want her to be.
“Sit on the edge of the couch,” Jared says to Carly then turns to Jensen. “Blindfold?” Jensen grins then throws Carly a wink before retreating to one of the bedrooms.
Once Carly’s settled, Jared’s in front of her, his hips squared and his fingertips brushing her temple to push her hair back from her forehead. Then he’s cradling her face in one big hand and working his belt undone with the other. She feels a rush of air and a dip in the couch cushion as Jensen swings over the back of the couch to settle behind her, knees on either side of her hips.
“Such a pretty little thing,” Jensen says, pushing her long hair forward over one shoulder and dropping a kiss to her bared skin. “Such sweet sounds when she comes.” Carly sighs at the feel of his lips and fingertips dancing along her throat as Jared winds his long fingers into her hair.
She feels small between them. Jensen’s built like a brick shithouse, thick and solid with long, strong legs and an ass and hips that make her weak from the thought of the sheer power behind them. Jared’s long and lean with broad shoulders and narrow hips and an overwhelming arm span to wrap her in. Her mouth waters at the thought of what they’ll do together.
She’s never been a size queen, but Carly’s thrilled by the feel of Jensen’s cock, big and hard, at the small of her back and as Jared slowly exposes himself she can see that he’s as well-endowed as his counterpart feels.
The man standing over her holds said cock in his hand and strokes it. It’s beautiful – long and curved and straining. She licks her lips and her heartbeat races. Then her eyes are draped in silk and she sighs, leaning back into the man behind her.
Carly loves being blindfolded. She loves that her other senses are heightened as a result, and she loves the anticipation.
“Dude, we picked a winner,” Jensen says, and the rumble in his chest vibrates against her back. He smells like fresh mint and leather and he’s so warm. She feels Jared’s cool hand slide under the back of her hair and pull her forward.
“She’s a natural,” Jared says with a smile in his voice. “Open up, Carly.” She feels his cock tap her lips and her mouth drops open. “Jay, my belt,” Jared mutters as he slides between her lips.
Carly hears the leather slide from the denim loops then Jensen’s fingers are burning her wrists as he binds them behind her back.
She’s pressed hot between two of the most beautiful men she’s ever seen in her life. One, looming over her, holding her legs open with his own, guiding her mouth over his cock with a hand at the back of her head; the second, cradling her body from behind, unfastening her bustier to heft her ample breasts in his hands.
“Well, shit,” Jensen says with a chuckle as he squeezes her breasts and lightly pulls her nipples. “I owe ya a hundred bucks, brother. They’re real.”
Jared hums. “Told ya,” he says, pulling out of Carly’s mouth enough to run his wet tip across her chin. “Lick,” he says, firmly pressing against her plump bottom lip.
“Get him nice and wet, angel,” Jensen whispers in her ear before pulling her earlobe between his teeth.
She licks the long underside of Jared’s cock, following the vein and tasting the earth. His fingers tighten in her hair, and she licks him again. “Just the tip,” he says, gripping his base to hold it steady and hard for her. She swirls her tongue around the head, gathering precum and moaning at the taste.
With her wrists bound behind her back and her knees spread wide, Jared standing between them and Jensen bracing her hips with his thick thighs, she has no leverage and no choice. Then Jared pushes back into her mouth, bumping her throat, and she gags.
Jensen huffs a breath. “Honey, you better relax that throat, or this’s gonna be a long, hard night.”
Jared pulls back to give her a moment, and she swallows to clear the lump in her throat. “Breathe,” he says, relaxing his grip in her hair and brushing his long thumb down the slender column of her neck. She pulls in air through her nose and exhales through her lips before he pushes back inside.
Then Jensen’s talking, encouraging her, praising her. “Look at my pretty girl, taking that big cock.” One hand leaves her breast to wrap around her throat. He doesn’t squeeze, not yet, but he rests his hand there and it makes her feel so pleasantly overwhelmed. He drops his other hand between her thighs to touch her for the first time since he made her come against the wall.
“Should I fuck her pussy with my fingers again while you fuck her mouth?” Jensen asks Jared, sliding his fingertips along her wet, smoothly waxed lips.
Jared’s picked up his pace considerably and his breathing is rapid and shallow. He nods. “Yeah, make her come hard,” he says, and she gags around him again, trying to swallow, trying not to cry. “Make her come with me.”
“Ooh, we got a challenge, babe,” Jensen says, sliding his middle and ring fingers over her clit and through her slit. “But we’re a good team, right?” He rests his chin on her shoulder, his eyes riveted to the thick, shiny cock sliding in and out of her mouth as he pushes those two fingers inside her. He immediately curls them to press against her g-spot as his thumb massages her clit.
“I bet your jaw’s tired,” he says quietly, nuzzling her cheek. “But not too tired to take me when he’s done.” He presses his open lips to her neck and sucks. “And you’re gonna,” he says, and she’s tightening around his fingers already. “Fuck, man, she’s wound tight as a spring.”
“I’m gonna come,” Jared breathes heavy and hard, ramming himself into her throat and twisting her hair tight. “Ahh, fuck .” He pulls out of her mouth, and she gasps for air, strings of spit connecting them. She coughs and wheezes as Jared jerks his cock until he’s spurting hot and sticky over his accomplice’s hand and wrist and Carly’s breasts.
She can hear Jared working to catch his breath, hear clothes rustle as she assumes he’s tucking himself into his jeans.
Jared watches Jensen place a kiss to Carly’s neck before walking off to one of the bedrooms.
“Good girl,” Jensen mutters. “Now, clean me up.” He raises his hand to her mouth. “Lick.” She’s panting, but she does what she’s told and licks his skin, tasting cum and salt. “Just like a kitten with cream,” he murmurs, petting her tangled locks.
Jared returns shirtless with a warm, wet washcloth and squats between her open knees. “You were so good, Carly,” he praises, his voice like sweet smoke enveloping her. The warm wetness of the soft cloth soothes as he cleans her.
Jensen peels himself away from her back, dragging a hand over Jared’s shoulder then pushes up to perch on the back of the couch. He spreads his thighs and rests his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. “I love watchin’ you take care of our girls,” he says softly.
Jared waits for a beat before answering. “I know you do,” he replies with a small smile.
Once Carly’s clean and unbound, and Jared’s removed her boots and ruined clothes, Jensen pulls her close. “Rest your pretty head right here,” he says, guiding her face to where he’s palming his hardon over his jeans.
“Carly, you ready to take Daddy’s cock?” Jared asks as he massages her upper arms and shoulders from the ache of having her hands tied behind her back for so long. “He’s been so patient.” He drags his fingertips down her back until his hands are wrapped around her hips. He holds her like that, settling behind her, as she sits at Jensen’s feet off to his side, her legs curled under her.
She nods, her cheek brushing the bulge in Jensen’s pants. “I’m ready,” she answers and nuzzles into his crotch, taking in his scent. She moans, and he palms the back of her head.
“Open my pants, sweet girl,” he murmurs, running a single finger along her jawline, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, and holding her head in place.
She feels her way around until she gets his belt and button fly undone and her hand inside his pants. She pulls him from his boxer briefs and kisses his broad tip with her puffy, overused lips. “That’s right.” Jensen pets her, and she’s increasingly aware of how restricted she is, even though they’ve untied her wrists.
As if he’s read her mind, Jared pins her hands to her sides, placing kisses across her shoulder blades and down her spine. All the while both men are talking to her, to each other, swearing to god. Jensen’s hand slides from her hair over her jaw and then his fingers are wrapping around the front of her throat again like he’s trying to pull her up into him; but then he’s got his other hand full of his fat cock, shoving it whole into her mouth.
She gags around him instantly and he pushes further, holds her head against his pelvis and sits in her throat as she chokes around him, gasping through her nose. “Shh,” he soothes, petting her. “I said relax.” Her breath slows, she feels tears spilling from her eyes, Jared’s fingers around her wrists, and Jensen’s throbbing cock, pushing her gag reflex. “This’s happening.”
She starts to panic. It’s almost orange.
Carly hasn’t safeworded since that investment banker from Chicago brought a knife into the backroom of the club. In fact, that was the only time she’s ever safeworded. Carly really doesn’t have a lot of experience compared to her appetite – and clearly not a lot compared to the men she’s with tonight. Now she’s wondering if she might be in over her head.
“Carly?” Jensen says her name for the first time all night. He pulls back but not all the way out and his voice is cautious. She takes three deep breaths but doesn’t move. Then he does pull out. “Talk to me.” His hands go to her blindfold and she stops him by his wrists.
Instead of safewording, she breathes, just like he told her to. What he’s doing is intense, not dangerous. She can do this.
“I’m okay,” she says, bracing herself with a deep inhale. “I just needed a minute.” She feels the energy shift when the men exchange looks. “Really, I’m fine, I-”
Jensen doesn’t let her finish. “Then stop talkin’ and get your mouth on my dick.” He slides one leg out in front of himself to give her space and palms the back of her head, steadily pushing her face back into his lap.
Jared chuckles behind her, his hands working on her back muscles again, leaving her hands free this time, and she takes advantage of the situation. She resituates herself, so she has a bit of leverage, settling on her knees, one forearm braced on Jensen’s thigh, wrapping her hand around his thickness. Within seconds he’s pushing into her mouth and she takes it, takes him, down her throat.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jared moans, gripping her flared hips, tracing the lower curves of her ass with his thumbs. Then he pushes at his mostly unfastened jeans with one hand until his newly hardened cock is freed. Before he grips himself in his hand to guide himself inside her from behind, he slips his fingers through her slit. “Suckin’ cock makes her wet, Jay.”
“Course it does,” Jensen’s voice is rough and his breathing is heavy. “She’s a good little whore.” He’s still petting her like a cat, looking down on her adoringly, and even though she can’t see it, she feels it.
Jensen watches Jared sink into her and he groans, gathers her hair in his hands and pulls it through a hair tie on top of her head. “Damn, watch our little slut take dick.”
Carly swallows around Jensen, squeezing him at his base. Her tongue slides against him and she pulls off then pushes back onto him until he’s in her throat again. She makes a few more passes just like that until they’re both panting, and Jared’s set a steady rhythm inside her.
“Want my cum, princess?” Jensen asks, twisting her messy bun in his hand. Jared groans, slamming into her, his hands swallowing her hips, and the hand in her hair yanks her mouth off of him. Jensen asks her again if she’s going to take his cum. She nods frantically, the necktie over her eyes slipping just enough for her to catch a glimpse of Jensen’s tongue running between his sharp teeth and full lips.
Jared changes his angle and Carly shouts. “Oh, fuck, yes!”
Jensen pushes her head back down and he’s fully in her mouth again, throbbing against her tongue and the back of her throat. “Yeah… take it,” he grunts, fucking into her mouth. She swallows rhythmically as he pulses, shooting hot and bitter down her throat.
Jared barely lets her swallow before pulling her up by her throat and holding her back to his damp, bare chest, roughly fucking her. Jensen watches, breathless, mouth agape and eyes hooded as he slides from the back of the couch to sit on the cushions, his pants open and his cock leaking.
“Shit,” Jensen whispers and licks his lips. “Fuck her.” He can’t catch his breath; she is so beautifully ruined by them both and they aren’t stopping any time soon.
Carly claws at her blindfold and at Jared ’s arm and hand holding her in place. “I’m coming,” she gasps, finally meeting Jensen’s dense and light eyes after way too long. “Coming…” she repeats, her voice hoarse from her throat being used and Jared’s grip around it.
Jared jerks her hips over and over, fucking her through her orgasm – this one is of the third variety, convulsing and vibrating her to her core. The last thing she remembers is the men murmuring to each other, hands smoothing over her tingling skin and being lifted from the couch and carried from the room.
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