An Indecent Proposition

by Stephanie Julian

  “I don’t give a fuck about the damn couch. Don’t fucking move.”

  Since she didn’t really want to anyway, she figured it couldn’t hurt to give into this demand—until she heard movement behind her.

  Keegan.

  She’d forgotten he was still there.

  Which made her feel guilty for neglecting him. Which then made her feel ridiculous, considering the circumstances.

  “I put a towel on the arm of the couch.” Keegan pitched his voice low. “I’m just going to—”

  “Don’t go.”

  Her head popped off Erik’s shoulder and she turned toward Keegan, still standing at the side of the couch. Their gazes connected and it felt right to stare into his eyes while trying to hold Erik’s softening cock inside her.

  Beneath her, Erik stilled, waiting. She didn’t know for what. Did he think she didn’t want to be alone with him? That she considered him damaged or scary or some other foolish thing?

  There were enough undercurrents in this room to make her feel like she was drowning. The scent of sex surrounded her, the gazes of these two men weighed down on her.

  She’d had the best sex of her life tonight and she didn’t want that to end yet. She wanted Keegan to stay. She wanted both of them to take her but she didn’t know the right words for this exact moment.

  Steady fingers gripped her chin and forced her to look at Erik.

  “Say it. Whatever you’re thinking, just say it.”

  Erik’s voice made her nipples peak and pussy ripple with a fresh surge of desire, so strong it took away her ability to speak. She shook her head, unable to clear her head enough to say what was on her mind.

  Erik continued on. “God, you are so fucking beautiful and sexy and brilliant, you make me want to be worthy of your attention. The first time I saw you, I knew we needed you. I swore I had blue balls for a week after that damn reception.”

  “It’s true.” Keegan shifted on his feet. “He couldn’t stop talking about you. I’ve never seen him like that before.”

  Keegan’s quiet voice held regret and she grabbed for him, instinctively knowing he was about to back away. She caught his wrist just before he moved out of reach and held on tight.

  “No. You’re not going anywhere.” Taking a deep breath, she forced a little more spine into her backbone. As gracefully as she could, she slid off Erik’s lap and stood, grateful her knees held her.

  “I’m feeling pretty damn naked all by myself. I want you both to strip. Now.”

  She held Keegan’s gaze as she stroked her hand up his arm, brushing her fingertips through his hair. She’d expected the curls to be wiry. Their softness surprised her. She sank her fingers into those waves and exerted just enough pressure to hold his attention.

  Stepping into him until her nipples brushed against his shirt, she tilted her head back and rose onto her toes until their lips were only centimeters apart. When she closed her eyes, she felt his hot breath against her cheek seconds before his lips took hers in a searing kiss.

  Keegan kissed her with an underlying sweetness that made her ache low in her gut. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she sank into the kiss, giving over to the erotic pull of the sexual tension running between the three of them.

  Grabbing her hips, he pulled her tight against his fully erect cock then rubbed her mound against that hard ridge until she wanted to climb him like her own personal Mount Everest.

  As if he’d read her mind, he lifted her off her feet, aligning their mouths and bringing her clit into line with the tip of his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lost herself in the carnality of his kiss, tilting her hips until she got just the right friction on her clit.

  She could come again with just a few more—

  “No way, Jules.” Another set of hands grabbed her hips and Erik’s naked chest plastered itself to her back. “You don’t come again until I’m deep in your ass and Keegan’s fucking your pussy.”

  She broke off the kiss, gasping for air as his words shocked her. Lust blazed through her, stealing her breath, stealing her sanity. She couldn’t believe how close to orgasm she could get from only the sound of Erik’s voice. She shivered, tucking her head into Keegan’s neck.

  “Will you let me have your pussy, Jules?” Keegan’s voice threw gasoline on the fire. With her legs spread, her sex felt so damn empty, she knew she’d agree to anything these men wanted.

  “God, yes. Please. I need it. Now.”

  “Oh, no. Not yet.” Erik ran a hand down her back, stroking her, petting her. “It’s our turn to make you beg.”

  Yes, that’s what she wanted—for these two men to give her what she needed.

  She wanted to say yes but all that emerged was a moan because Erik had slipped his hand between her legs. He played his fingers over her labia and up to her clit, barely brushing against that little bundle of nerves but managing to make her shudder.

  Shifting against Keegan, she opened her mouth on his neck, sinking her teeth into his skin as Erik began a wicked pattern, flicking her clit then moving back to work one finger between her sex lips, going a little deeper each time.

  Just a little more…

  She tried to wriggle down onto his finger but Keegan’s arms tightened and she couldn’t move. She was totally at their mercy.

  And Erik had none.

  He played her ruthlessly, teasing her clit until she was right on the edge of orgasm then pulling back to knead her ass, leaving her high and dry. Erik used his other hand to wrap around her hair and pull her head back so Keegan could take her mouth again.

  As he slid his tongue into her mouth, winding around hers, Erik pressed open-mouthed kisses to her shoulder.

  God, she felt shaky, desperate. When Erik’s hand returned to her sex, tears formed as he worked two fingers into her sex.

  Yes. That’s what she needed. To be filled, stuffed to capacity.

  Two cocks. One man at her back, another in front of her.

  Yes, yes, yes.

  “Let me have her a moment.”

  Erik’s voice barely registered but she felt her weight shift as he wrapped one arm around her waist and held her against his chest. Keegan grabbed her ankles and unwound her legs from his waist, his motions jerky as he stripped off his clothes. She saw buttons fly off his shirt, making tiny pings as they landed on the wood floor. He didn’t bother to untie his shoes, just toed them off and shoved his pants down his legs.

  Arching her back, she reached above and behind her, her hands curving around Erik’s neck, encouraging him to lean forward. He understood what she wanted and let her slide down his front until her feet hit the floor. His hands reached around to cup her breasts, kneading them, pinching the tight nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.

  His cock pressed against the small of her back, a hot brand that made her sex weep with wanting. He bit and licked his way across her shoulders as she watched Keegan toss his pants to the side, after pulling a condom from the pocket, and step forward. His cock stood stiff and ready, and she reached for him, wrapping one hand around his shaft while the other cupped his balls.

  She rolled them in her hand, watched his eyes narrow to slits. His handsome face tightened into sharp angles and she knew he’d moved past slow and easy and into hard and fast. His gaze flicked to Erik and he made a motion with his head that Erik must have understood.

  Swinging her into his arms, Erik took her back to the chaise. Keegan beat them there, throwing himself onto his back, rolling on the condom then reaching for her.

  The chaise was wide enough that she could straddle his hips, in no danger of falling off.

  She had the brief thought that they’d bought this piece of furniture precisely for this reason but the idea fled the second she positioned her pussy over Keegan’s cock and began to sink down.

  She got halfway, already feeling that wonderful sense of fulfillment combined with aching need that hit her just before an orgasm.

  Opening her eyes, she smiled down
at Keegan but his attention was focused on the point where their bodies joined, his expression tight with his desire to fuck her. So easy to read. So wonderful to see.

  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen that look on a man’s face. Way too long. Her life lately had been consumed by work, by the grinding need to keep up with her mom’s bills.

  So much debt. Too—

  “Jules.” Keegan’s hands grabbed her hips, holding her steady. “Look at me.”

  She hadn’t realized she wasn’t. Blinking back into focus, she fell into Keegan’s gaze, entranced and trembling.

  Shifting her weight, she wanted to take him all the way in. Wanted to fill the emptiness inside her with his cock and the warmth of his body and the way he looked at her that made her feel like a beautiful, desirable, special woman.

  His hands tightened. “Stop, Jules.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t want to stop.”

  “If you start to ride me, I’m gonna blow and then you won’t have the pleasure of me and Erik taking you at the same time. Trust me, you want that.”

  Strangely, she did trust him. Both of them.

  She turned her head, finding Erik beside her with his hand on his cock, stroking himself as he stared down at her.

  Smiling, she crooked her finger at him. When he’d stepped close enough, she leaned slightly and took him in her mouth.

  The head of his cock felt silky smooth against her tongue and his deep groan made her pussy clamp around Keegan’s cock. Keegan’s grunt of satisfaction made her smile.

  Yes, that’s right. I’m still in control.

  Concentrating just on the head, she used her tongue to play at the slit and lick all around the spongy tip. Then she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. Erik’s breath hissed sharply, his free hand going to her head. She thought he’d exert pressure, get her to do what he wanted, but he only let it rest there.

  His cock felt like heated iron against her tongue, filling her mouth with his taste and her head with decadent thoughts.

  She tried to move her hips again, needing more friction, but Keegan held her steady.

  She moaned around Erik’s cock, her hands tightening on his balls.

  “Fuck.” Erik’s voice was razor sharp, making her pussy ripple in response, which made Keegan groan, his hips jerking, pushing his dick farther inside her.

  With a gasp, she pulled away from Erik. “Now.”

  Her voice was little more than a growl, causing Erik’s expression to pull into sharp lines. He looked almost cruel but surprisingly, his scars softened his appearance.

  She couldn’t quite smile, she was in too much need for that, but Erik knew what she wanted.

  Keegan’s arms wrapped around her, forcing her to lay against his chest as Erik practically threw himself behind her. Keegan’s legs spread to accommodate him, spreading her even further, making her pussy fairly burn.

  She felt Eric moving behind her then felt a slick coolness dribble between her ass cheeks.

  The anticipation was too much. She lifted her head and molded her lips to Keegan’s. His groan intensified as she slid her tongue between his lips to taste him. Keegan’s hips shifted and his hands pulled her down, keeping his cock buried deep as Erik’s fingers spread the lube.

  “You’ve been fucked in the ass before, haven’t you, babe?”

  One finger penetrated her ass, making her almost desperate for something bigger. More. Now. Clamping down, she felt Keegan’s cock twitch in her pussy and he pulled away to gasp in air. Good thing, or she might’ve passed out too.

  “Oh, yeah, you know what to expect, don’t you?” Erik’s voice sounded almost cruel, taunting, but the way he touched her… He wouldn’t hurt her. “I’m going to give it to you, babe. Right now.”

  Pulling out his finger made all those sensitive areas tingle and quake.

  “Fuck. Erik, hurry the fuck up.”

  She barely heard Keegan’s voice over the beating of her heart but she certainly felt the head of Erik’s cock as it pressed against that tiny opening. Forging ahead with steady pressure, he kept one hand splayed on her back, the other gripped her hip.

  The pressure of those two cocks lodged inside her built to an excruciating level. Erik’s slow, steady progress only added to it. She needed that pressure relieved, needed them to move.

  Keegan felt like unyielding stone and Erik… God, Erik spread fire.

  She was stretched beyond pain, beyond pleasure. She needed—

  “Fuck her now, Keegan.”

  Keegan groaned as he began to move, too slowly to suit her. He controlled his motions so carefully, dragging against the walls of her pussy so slowly, she almost didn’t feel like he was moving. Erik stayed locked in place, his cock a red-hot pole that spread her ass past the burning point.

  “God damn it, move, Keegan.”

  She wanted to scream the words but they emerged as a whisper. Even so, they must have affected him because he shoved back in with a hard grunt just as Erik began to pull out.

  They moved with a wicked coordination that took her breath away. Jesus, she didn’t know if she could take it.

  She began to pant as they alternated their strokes. One in, one out. Slow as molasses. Hot as sin. She wanted to move but they had her wedged so tightly between them, she could only manage to shimmy.

  And when she did, Erik held her even tighter and spoke into her ear.

  “You stay right where you. No moving. We’re in charge now.”

  “I need you to move.”

  “Oh, we will. But right now, I want to enjoy the feel of you so tight around my dick.”

  “Christ, you’re so fucking hot.” Keegan spoke into her other ear. “I want to fuck you so hard, you scream.”

  Yes. Exactly.

  But still they wouldn’t give her what she needed.

  They drew out their thrusts and withdrawals until she floated in a state of heightened arousal. She tried to concentrate, to feel each distinct cock inside her but she couldn’t. They worked together so well.

  Nerve endings snapped with sensation, her abdomen tight with expectation.

  She gripped Keegan’s shoulders but now she reached behind her with one hand, coming into contact with Erik’s hip. Smooth, sleek skin. She grabbed him, dug her nails in and was rewarded with a hard thrust forward.

  Erik’s hand slid from the middle of her back to her hair, which he wrapped around his hand then pulled. It didn’t hurt but was enough to get his point across.

  And she totally ignored the warning.

  She moved into Keegan’s next thrust, making Erik scramble to stay with her. Her lips curved into a smile when she did the same to Erik and forced Keegan to move to stay lodged inside.

  Control was hers once again.

  She needed to make only tiny motions and the guys would do what she wanted—fuck her harder.

  “Do me. Come on.”

  Her voice barely sounded like hers and that was okay. She didn’t feel like herself. She felt like a goddess being worshipped.

  Her men started to move faster. Sweat began to form, coating them all with a light sheen until their skin clung.

  She lapped at Keegan’s shoulder, the taste of him intoxicating. His chin lifted and she instinctively knew he wanted her mouth there. She obliged, licking at the hollow of this throat then biting the tendon.

  “Fuck yes.”

  Keegan’s hips began to move faster than Erik’s, his cock swelling, making her even tighter. Behind her, Erik groaned and fucked her harder. Soon they broke ranks, making their own rhythm.

  She could barely stand the sensation, could barely breathe.

  Another orgasm built but wouldn’t break.

  God, if she didn’t come soon, she might shatter. She might—

  With a groan, Keegan came, flooding her with warmth. His body shook beneath her as he pumped into her, triggering her orgasm.

  Yes. Finally.

  As she shook with the force of it, Keegan ground against her
as Erik lunged forward one final time, burying his cock deep as he pulsed in her ass.

  The sensitive tissues absorbed those pulses, prolonging her orgasm, stealing her breath and leaving her boneless between their bodies.

  Chapter Six

  Erik sat on the chair across from the fireplace, staring into the flames. But his gaze kept sliding to the door.

  Keegan had taken Jules to the shower in the bath attached to Erik’s bedroom upstairs.

  He should join them. He wanted to join them.

  Then what’s stopping you?

  Good question.

  He could say the bathroom was too well lit but that would be a lie.

  The bathroom would be pretty damn bright but the truth was he wanted to join them. Wanted to be with Jules. And that scared the shit out of him.

  Which just pissed him off.

  He felt like a fucking coward and it sucked.

  After everything he’d been through, could a well-lit bathroom really have the power to bring him to his knees?

  No. Because he knew damn well it wasn’t the bathroom.

  It was the woman. And that might be even more terrifying.

  He didn’t want a woman in his life. Not full-time.

  The business was his wife and mistress at the moment. He and Keegan were building something. They had plans for the next five years, big plans. And that wouldn’t happen if they split their focus.

  Jules had the potential to be one huge focus-splitter. And not just for Erik.

  He saw the way Keegan looked at her. His best friend wanted her just as much as Erik did, but Keegan, with his stick-up-the-ass, do-the-right-thing hero complex would step back the minute Erik expressed the slightest bit of interest in Jules that wasn’t related solely to the bedroom.

  So what the fuck are you going to do?

  Damn good question.

  If he followed them to the bathroom, Keegan would know exactly how he felt about Jules. He wouldn’t be able to hide it because Keegan knew him better than he knew himself lately.

  But if he didn’t follow them, Jules would think he was an uncaring prick. And that wouldn’t be right. At least the uncaring part.