"I think you have that question in reverse, Holden. I'm only twenty-five."
"You already revealed that earlier," Brandon reminds her.
"Okay..." she lets her words trail.
"What is it, sweetie?" Brandon coaxes her.
"There's something you should know."
"What's that, angel?" I ask.
"I'm not very experienced," she admits before closing her eyes.
"We’re in no rush. We can take it real slow," I answer.
Her eyes fly open in surprise. "You don't mind?"
“We’ll give you all the time you need to get comfortable with it being the three of us," Brandon says in a soothing voice I've never heard before.
“I mean..." She clears her throat. "There are plenty of other women who have a lot more experience than I do... when it comes to satisfying men." That last part comes out in a whisper.
One of the many things I like so much about Amelia is how she exudes confidence. This is the first time I've seen her so unsure of herself.
"I don't want the other women. I want you." Brandon's answer is unwavering.
"Honestly, I couldn't have said it better," I acquiesce. “You’re the one who’s preoccupied my dirty dreams at night, Amelia,” I grin.
The pink in her cheeks bleeds crimson at my confession. “Seriously.”
“I could tell you more, but I have a feeling that might be pushing it.”
She laughs.
"Personally, I think it will be a sweet combination of honor and pleasure to take you from being a shy lover to a more experienced one."
“Brandon's words are spot on,” I say.
"Really?" she asks incredulously.
"Absolutely. I never say anything I don't mean and I know it's the same for Holden."
"I have another question."
"Shoot," Brandon and I say in unison.
"Maybe it's a little naïve of me to ask since I've never done this, but if it's the three of us will... you two...” She waves her finger between Brandon and I. "are you... going to..." She pauses. “You know."
I thought we were past that. I guess I was wrong. "I already answered that question a few days ago. We’re straight. Brandon and I will each shower you with attention. There might be some unintentional touching here and there on our part as we bring you pleasure, but it’s all about you, Amelia. I've known this guy," I say pointing my thumb at my best friend, “for a really long time. I love him like a brother and I would die for him. That said, I don't want him as my lover," I turn my attention to Brandon. "No offense," I tease.
He lifts his arms as a sign of truce. "None taken," Brandon chuckles.
He reaches out and caresses her cheek. "Amelia, Holden is right. This is all about you and that's all you have to remember. There won’t be any unexpected surprises. Neither Holden or I swing that way."
"Does that answer your question?" I press.
She nods emphatically. “Yes, it does."
"Can I kiss you now?" Back to the program.
I catch the glee of sassiness flashing in her eyes and I know I should brace myself for a sweet little repartee. "What the hell took you so long, Chief Petty Officer Barclay?”
I lean in closer, watching her watching me very carefully. She truly is one of the sexiest women I’ve met in a long time. Her fierce intelligence only heightens her beauty. “You're pushing my buttons, princess.” I don’t have to reveal how hard that makes me. “I should put you over my lap and paddle your sweet ass for being a brazen little vixen and answering my question with a question of your own,” I growl in her ear. "So let's try this again.” I pull away from her so our eyes meet again. “You want me to kiss you or not?” I curl my lips up into a teasing smile. As I wait for her answer, I take full advantage of what I can. I drop a soft kiss on her chin and travel to the right side of her face until my lips are mere inches away from her ear. "A yes or no will suffice. Personally, I vote for the former," I add.
She bursts out laughing. “You're not allowing me to make up my own mind?”
"Of course I am. I'm simply bending you to my will by dropping not-so-subtle hints along the way," I set her straight. She laughs in response. "Then again, maybe Brandon had it right all along," I state before leaning back.
She hesitates for a beat and then asks, "What do you mean?"
"If I don't kiss you right the fuck now, I fear I’ll die, Amelia."
With a wider grin than her angelic face has yet displayed, she says, “I couldn't live with myself if I ever allowed that to happen.” I love how she plays along.
“We wouldn’t want that to happen. So, what will it be?”
"Yes, please.” Her shoulders rise and fall with her labored breaths. I suspect—that just like me—she's anticipating the moment our lips touch. All traces of lightheartedness have vanished. She's not teasing me anymore. She's begging. This moment is as serious and as real as my hard on.
"Please what?" Yeah, I know I'm playing hardball.
"Kiss me, Holden.” Her warm breath is intoxicating.
Her soft plea breaks me. I snake my hands behind her waist and bring her closer right before slamming her body against mine. I lean forward and take her lips for the first time. Fuck. Her lips are impossibly soft. It's true that Brandon had warned me, but it's one of those things that you have to experience for yourself to appreciate. I pin her against the edge of the marble counter as I deepen my kiss. My lips grow more demanding by the second. I force myself inside her mouth and she opens wide for me. My tongue swirls with hers in a possessive and passionate dance—one that I lead. It doesn’t take much coaxing on my part for her to match my ardor stroke for stroke.
“Christ,” I moan into her mouth before pushing myself away from her. I take a few steps back, catching my breath. My eyes brush the length of her body as I consider how far I want to take things. The way she looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes threatens to ruin me. The hunger I read in them is unmistakable and I’m certain it matches my own craving for her. I turn my head towards my best friend and he's back to stroking his cock over his jeans. Fuck. Not that I can see my face right now, but I'm fairly certain I’m sporting the same wanton expression as he is. In that moment I know that if I don't taste her, I won’t be able to survive another day. The faster we introduce her to the pleasures of having two men worship every single inch of her body, the sooner we’ll be able to elevate what we share to sinful levels. I stride back towards her and without warning, I yank her over my shoulder. I walk with determination towards the other side of the kitchen where there's a long empty marble counter that will do nicely.
“Oh my God, Holden,” she squeals. “You’re a beast.” She has me pegged real well considering she barely knows me. As I cross the long kitchen with urgency, she starts kicking her legs against my back yelping even more now. "Put me down," she pleads.
Slap.
"Stop wiggling all over the place, sweetie," Brandon scolds. I guess I don't have to wonder if he's following us.
"Did you just spank me?" Amelia asks. The shock in her voice is audible.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"I guess I did." Brandon chuckles. "And there will be plenty more of that coming your way if you don't stay still," he warns. Damn, I love the way he handled that.
“You've been told, princess,” I chuckle.
"I thought this was all about me," she complains.
"It is," I confirm.
"Well, when you gang up on me like this, it doesn't feel that way," she says with a pointed British accent. I can just imagine the indignant expression on her face.
"Maybe the spanking took you by surprise, but trust me, soon, you'll be begging for it," I promise.
"That will never happen," she protests. She’s so firm in her answer. Little does she know that I could make her eat her own words right now and have her come with one hand marking her beautiful white ass while the other strokes her hard little clit until she dissolves. Of course that's right before I shove my cock in he
r mouth and have her come again while she rides Brandon's tongue. There's so much for her to learn.
"You don't want to challenge Holden and I like that because it will always end one way—us punishing you further for your sassiness and forcing you to come even harder," Brandon tells it like it is.
"Oh, okay," she lets out hesitantly. I sense a tinge of resignation as she takes in his words.
I sit her ass down on the counter. Without having to ask, she spreads her legs open allowing me to stand right between them. So fucking inviting. I lean down and claim her lips again. "Enough talking," I whisper between kisses. She smiles. I deepen my kiss taking her lips more forcefully while groping her tits over her blouse. Damn, those feel so good under my hands. I can't wait to suck on them. The way she moans so desperately into my mouth nearly drives me crazy. Tightening my grip on her waist, I devour her. She doesn’t resist. Her lips soften and open to allow me to plunge my tongue inside. I take her mouth thoroughly, as if I was warning her of how much Brandon and I want all of her tonight.
She places her hands against my shoulders and pushes me away. I growl my displeasure at having to break our kiss, but all that changes when I see the telltale signs of our passionate exchange.
I can't help but smile when I notice that the remainder of her pink lipstick is smeared. It matches her smudged black eyeliner and her slightly disheveled hair and it’s perfectly in line with the way her hands grip the loopholes on my pants in such a possessive way.
"God, you're as much of an incredible kisser as Brandon is," she pants. There I go again. Grinning like a fool.
"Just so we're clear, princess, I may have some formidable skills, but a higher power, I'm not. The name is Holden. If you're so inclined you can also call me Chief Petty Officer Barclay. Sir, is also very acceptable... especially when you're begging," I tease.
"Duly noted,” she teases right back. Her words don't fuel me nearly as much as the little move she pulls next. She slides down against the marble counter bringing her ass to the edge until our bodies touch. At this height, her pussy presses against my cock. When she grinds her hips up and down, I swear I'm going to have a heart attack.
"Fucking shit," I grunt. I thought I was hard before, but now it's insane. I fist her mane, eager to release her gorgeous hair from its confinement. My hands find the pins in her updo, quickly releasing a cascade of dark brown, wavy locks. I can’t wait to ride her from behind while fisting this silky cascade so she has no doubt who owns her. Once her locks are flowing freely over her shoulders, I grab her by the back of the neck and bring her even closer. I drop my forehead against hers and say, “Brandon might have been the first one to touch your lips, but I'll be the first one to taste them.” She knits her eyebrows with confusion. “I have no doubt that you taste fucking incredible. And just so there's no misunderstanding, I’m not talking about the lips that were painted pink when you walked into our penthouse.”
“Holden, this is too much.” Her eyelids flutter closed. “The things that come out of your mouth are intoxicating and Brandon is as much of a tyrant when it comes to all of his dirty talking. I'm not used to this,” she pants.
I’m not surprised that our brand of praise is too potent for her. It is for most women.
"I suggest you get used to it, princess. There's only more where that came from," I warn. "And to think, Brandon hasn’t even unleashed a fraction of his masterful repertoire on you yet." My best friend and I both chuckle.
“Oh, God." I suspect she can’t come up with much more at this point in time.
“Do you remember when I said earlier that I wanted to push you past your comfort zone?" She nods." This is exactly what I mean. I can't tell you how many times I've dreamt about this and now you’re finally here. I'm telling you right now, I'm not holding back. I can't. I want to see you lose your fucking mind all over my tongue, angel.” I caress her cheek tenderly. “Would you like that?”
“Holden.”
"That's an unacceptable answer, angel. Do you want to grind your pussy against my willing tongue? Do you want to hear the sound of your slickness dripping into my mouth? Do you want me to massage your hard little clit, with each stroke causing my balls to tighten and my cock to throb?” She doesn't answer. She's looking up at me with hooded eyes, breathing heavy. I brush a finger down her neck and dip into the hollow of her collarbone. “What if I sweeten the pot? Why don't I take care of one set of lips, while Brandon takes care of the other?"
She moans and licks the lips I just devoured. She holds my gaze, her nostrils flaring ever so slightly. She licks her lips again, as if she’s debating if she should leave her soul at the door or not. I think it's already too late. There's only one way for her to redeem herself from damnation and it's all over my tongue. Brandon approaches and stands right next to me. I pull away from her giving her some distance as she ponders her decision.
Her eyes shift from mine to his for a few long seconds. Neither of us push her. We stand there patiently, staring down at her.
Finally, she says, "I feel so depraved for saying that I want everything that you just described." Fuck, this woman is a dream. It’s unbearably sexy that she wants this.
"With us, filthy is a very, very good thing," Brandon reassures her. "Don't ever be afraid to let the dirty and promiscuous girl come out and play.”
“Okay.” She nods shyly.
“Royal, we finally get to know what she's hiding underneath this pink flirtatious skirt," I say in a low growl.
"Well, it's about fucking time. Please do the honors, I can't wait," Brandon ceremoniously waves his hand, inviting me to proceed.
With slow hands, I grab the bottom of her skirt and lift it one inch at a time. I smell her as I do. It’s a blissful mix of her arousal and expensive designer perfume. The more I lift, the more I reveal her pale and translucent skin. Building the anticipation, I don't pull her skirt up past her upper thighs. The fabric still hides her panties.
“Christ,” Brandon groans.
“God,” I hiss.
"You’re so beautiful, sweetie," Brandon says, cupping her face. "I don't think there isn't a part of you that isn't perfect."
"You have no idea what you do to us," I add.
"None whatsoever," Brandon agrees.
Amelia swallows hard. “Do I really have this effect on you?” she whispers.
“Is that even a question?” Brandon snaps back.
“It’s a legitimate one as far as I’m concerned. I’m used to eliciting interest among more awkward, reserved and shy men, but you two... you’re the polar opposite of that. You’re powerful men with dominating physiques. What am I talking about?” she shakes her head. “You’re built like superheroes. I have to wonder what you see in me.”
“You can’t possibly tell us you don’t feel what’s going on between the three of us?” I frown.
“I saw how men were eating you up at the ceremony—and I’m not talking about the nerdy ones. You’re selling yourself short, princess. Maybe you’ve been playing it too safe. Maybe those guys who were checking you out didn't have the balls to approach you? But trust me, it has nothing to do with you not being incredibly attractive.” Brandon hits the nail on the head.
She opens her mouth to say something—probably to argue with what’s blatantly obvious—but my impish grins tells her there’s no point in going down that road, and when realization dawns, Amelia averts her gaze.
Brandon takes matters into his own hand—literally. “Does this answer your question?” His hand leaves her cheek to grip the bulge at the front of his jeans. “I'm sure you've noticed since I’ve been watching you and my best friend in action that I’ve been stroking myself this way. You’ve already got me so hard, sweetie. I’ve barely touched you and yet every part of me yearns for you.” She turns beet red and fidgets nervously on the marble counter. “You make me want to do things to you... things that so far might have been unthinkable for you... things bad girls crave.” Goddammit, I love it when he lets loose like th
is. “I don't have to be a psychic to know that Holden isn't fairing much better than I am.”
"No, I'm not." With one hand, I grab my cock and squeeze hard. “I've already told you how much you turn me on, Amelia, but I'm not ashamed to show you.” I’m so overtaken by desire that my voice is unrecognizable even to me.
“God,” she lets out in a meek voice. “I can’t believe this.” She seems to say that more to herself than to us.
"If you’re still unconvinced, let us prove it to you," I say.
“I—”
“Brandon, I think we need to find out what she’s hiding under that blouse,” I interrupt her. When she looks at me a little startled, I simply wink.
Perhaps her inexperience is causing her to tread so carefully. I understand that, but the faster we push her over the edge, the faster she’ll beg to climb back up that mountain and do it all over again.
“I’m right on it,” he grins.
He reaches out and unbuttons her blouse under her careful gaze. She doesn’t protest. Good. She lets him undress her as if he had done this a thousand times before.
“Wow, wow and wow,” I chant when I catch a glimpse of her bra.
“Sweetie, what you're wearing is dangerous," Brandon observes.
“You like it?” As if she doesn’t know how fucking delectable she looks right now.
“Seriously, you’re killing me here,” I confess, unable to peel my eyes away.
“You’re gorgeous,” Brandon whispers low.
The pink lace is delicate enough to allow her rosy nipples to poke through. Her small areolae sit perfectly in the middle. Her peaks are so freaking hard, begging for my mouth. Or Brandon's. There’s a sexy cut out on the top of her breasts that screams naughty. Damn. Amelia’s breasts are on the smaller side, but that's okay with me. Some guys prefer to feast on a steadfast diet of DD cup size or bigger, that's not the case for me. Brandon doesn't have a preference in the matter either. We tend not to discriminate when it comes to breasts. I don’t even mind fake tits when I’m really horny. In general, I prefer to give more importance to the overall woman and the one sitting in front of me is making me drool. The sight of her in this incendiary lingerie is hedonistic enough to make me come in my pants. Fuck. She doesn’t even have to touch me.
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