Birthday in the Playroom

CALLUM

Carla had left her car with us after her visit yesterday. We figured it was hers because it definitely wasn’t Jerry’s. We used the same car to drop Ella off at Carla’s.

We were in dire need of a family car.

Tyler’s car was too small, and ours was too fast and compact. But I couldn’t afford to dwell on that.

At the moment, I was seated on a cushion on the floor of a quaint Japanese restaurant, right next to Tyler.

Across the small coffee table-like surface we were dining at, Violet was seated. Zach, the lucky guy, was all over her, feeding her from the sampler menu we had ordered.

“I have a gift,” Tyler murmured, and Violet instantly lit up.

He presented a bracelet in a red box, similar to the ones Zach and I had used, decorated with a gold bow. She accepted it gratefully, leaning over the table to pull him into a kiss by his shirt. Zach and I watched as he melted into her.

He’d been tense since we arrived, not the vibe we wanted for her birthday. Something had happened that he was waiting to tell us.

“Thank you, Tyler,” she said, sitting back down to open the box. But first, she read his note.

That was my idea.

I had no clue what he wrote, but it was lengthy, more like a letter. It took her a while to read before she turned her attention back to the box.

She smiled at the simple diamond band.

In the center was a small rectangular cut garnet that matched the shape and cut of the diamonds making up the rest of the bracelet.

“A garnet for Ella,” Tyler said when she noticed it.

“That’s so thoughtful, Ty. Thank you so much.” She blushed as she said that, and now I was dying to know what he wrote.

The lunch flew by with conversation and eating as we relaxed as a foursome without Ella.

It felt odd but also nice, and I was hoping to get some action in before she was dropped off.

As it was, Violet had her breast pump that sat in her bra, sucking all that glorious milk out into small bottles as we spoke.

We got to desserts, and Violet complained about how full she was. The three of us laughed as she patted her tummy, claiming a food baby.

We had eaten a lot, to be fair.

“We want you to be full, baby, a different kind of full,” I muttered, feeling my cheeks heat a little because I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

I don’t usually talk like this outside of the bedroom, but I wanted her to know what I wanted, what we wanted.

“Do you now?” she said over the rim of her glass.

“Maybe we can box the desserts and finish off in the new playroom?” Tyler suggested, grinning for the first time since we got here.

“What about Ella?”

“Catherine packed enough milk for us to play for an hour or two,” Zach reassured her.

She gulped down her water, obviously flustered at the prospect of being taken by the three of us…having been thrown out there.

“What time is it?” Her voice came out hoarse, and I knew we had almost won her over, the temptation too high to resist connecting in our special way.

“Twelve-thirty,” Tyler said, checking his phone. I noticed his frown before he put it back down on the table.

“Please?” Zach pleaded, kissing down the side of her face, whispering into her ear as he got there.

She squirmed before smiling at his silent words.

“Fine, but Carla’s bringing Ella home at two. We are not changing the plans?” she stated.

Zach was up first, handing a card to one of the lingering waiters. He used one arm to pull Violet up while grinning at us like he’d won the lottery. I had to agree.

“Come on boys, we’re on a time limit.” His raised eyebrows made Tyler laugh.

In reality, we weren’t on a time limit because Carla and Jerry would be bringing Ella back around three-thirty. But Violet didn’t need to know that. It would only cause her anxiety and worry when we wanted her excited and ready for the three of us.

One and a half hours to each have her, after traveling home, might be a limit we don’t meet. But Zach already had her, so I think it’s only fair that Tyler and I get our turns first.

I called dibs on sitting with her in the back of the car, so I could make out with her on the ride home like we were teenagers.

And even though I knew she should be belted in, she wasn’t, and neither was I for that matter.

She was straddling my lap, so I used my hands to guide her back and forth over my erection. Her lips were all over me…but they kept returning to my mouth every few seconds as if drawn there.

“Fuck, can’t you wait until you get home, it’s distracting?” Tyler grumbled. Zach had refused to drive, so Tyler drew the short straw.

I would have preferred Zach to have driven.

Tyler was wasting precious time with his slow pace of driving. Time that we needed, but I couldn’t stop grinding my erection against Violet, and she didn’t stop licking and nipping her way around my jaw and neck.

We didn’t stop making out until we pulled onto the private dirt road leading down to our house.

“Playroom or bedroom?” I asked as Tyler parked the car next to mine. We all fell into a silent, sexually charged anticipation.

“Playroom,” Zach answered for Violet.

I got out of the car, pulling her with me and picking her up. I encouraged her legs around my waist, and that’s how we walked into the house.

I helped her remove her shoes as we walked through the entranceway. They dropped with a thud in two places.

Replacing my hands firmly under her bottom as I walked her toward the kitchen, I claimed her lips again. Zach and Tyler followed behind us somewhere. I could hear them walking behind, one of them undoing their belt buckle, the other dropping what sounded like their shoes.

I pushed my way through the laundry room back toward the doors that led to the downstairs bathroom and the cellar that was now our playroom.

Our playroom?

Yeah, that sounded fucking weird.

But I wanted her…and I didn’t care where, as long as there was a bed and my cock sinking into her.

Violet giggled as I struggled to open the door, finally swinging it wide open after the fourth attempt. She pulled the light switch as I descended the stairs, still holding onto her pert ass.

With every step, she rubbed against my cock making me grit my teeth with the need to claim her already.

“Down on your knees,” I told her as I slid her body down to the floor, and I watched as her eyes lit up with fiery desire at me taking control.

I took a moment to appreciate the black dress that I had chosen. It hugged all her curves and flat stomach.

The neckline revealed her ample cleavage that I had yet to enjoy.

Tyler came to stand right next to me while Zach sauntered off toward a conveniently placed chair.

I took a moment to look around, noting the bed in the middle of the room, and the far wall full of their toys.

The cross to my right, and the bench thing to my left.

“Zach, why don’t you make yourself useful and find something to bind her arms with?” I suggested. He smirked at me, nodding. “Something soft?” I added after a second thought.

Tyler and I had talked a lot about being dominant. And I guess I did find it sexually gratifying being in charge, though normally that wouldn’t be within a setting like this or with him and Zach.

Normally it would just be me dominating the sexual experience whether that be holding Violet’s hands beside her while I pumped in and out of her body at speed, or maybe pushing her over the side, holding her against the wall.

Violet liked to be dominated, and Tyler admitted to liking that too.

I slid my gaze from Zach to Tyler, finding him already naked, standing beside me.

I felt overdressed, considering Zach was only in boxers.

I reached for my shirt buttons hastily, undoing them as I took in every inch of Tyler’s naked form.

By the time my pants hit the floor, I was pulling him in to kiss him feverishly, just as I had Violet in the car.

My hands dropped down the side of his neck, over his shoulders until I was using my grip on his biceps to hold his body to mine.

She moaned softly at watching us, and he melted into my hands, molding his perfect body to my own, leaning into me so we connected at multiple points.

“You like that…don’t you, baby? You like watching them?” Zach’s voice helped me come up for breath to turn to see him kneeling behind her. They looked good down there together.

She was dressed only in the corset and thong now, looking every bit the seductress that she is.

Her full breasts, heavy with milk, press together in a way that I find incredibly enticing.

“Damn, Vi,” I murmur, my voice as raw as my desire.

“Let’s get you on the bed,” I suggest, helping her to her feet. I take a moment to admire the stockings she’s chosen before I gently toss her onto the bed.

She lands with a soft giggle and a bounce, and I follow her. “Tyler’s going to pleasure you while Zach and I enjoy the dessert we missed.”

I don’t bother to check if they object. I simply climb onto the bed beside her, reaching for the cup of her lace corset, freeing the breast closest to me.

“You look so damn sexy in this,” I tell her, my tongue tracing a path from her ear to her chin, then down her throat as she tilts her head back into the mattress.

I slowly make my way to her nipple, which appears larger and darker under the playroom’s fluorescent lights. I circle it, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind, then blow on it to make her squirm.

“Can you lift your hips?” Tyler whispers, and she complies. I watch as he slides her thong down her slender legs, then brings it to his face to inhale her scent.

“So sexy,” he murmurs, discarding the thong before positioning himself between her legs to do exactly as I instructed. With a grin, I return to my task, licking her nipple until it hardens. I blow on the wet trail of saliva, making her shudder—though that could be due to Tyler’s tongue. Or Zach’s.

Who can tell? I tease her a bit longer before I take her beautiful nipple into my mouth. Her back arches off the bed as I suck, hard enough that it might cause a twinge of pain.

Zach is right there with me, his cheeks hollow as he sucks on her other breast. “Damn,” she breathes out, her body responding to the intimate touch as her climax washes over her almost immediately. Tyler’s hands are firm on her hips, holding her down on the bed as he continues to pleasure her with his fingers and mouth.

I look up just in time to see her head thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth agape, her eyes tightly shut. She’s gasping for breath, still reeling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“That’s right, beautiful,” I murmur, pulling away from her breast just long enough to get the words out before I return to it. I’m determined to drain it completely before I claim her. “You belong to us.”