by Elisa Adams
“You don’t get it, do you?” Victor asked softly. “We’re a package deal.”
“And you both assumed I would just go along with it?”
“Not at first,” Craig told her, shifting on the couch cushions. He sat forward, leaning his forearms on his thighs. “But when I saw the look in your eyes when you were watching us earlier, I knew you wouldn’t need much convincing.”
“You don’t know anything.” Ava leaned her head back against the chair and closed her eyes. What the hell were they asking of her? “I think I just need to be alone.”
“What are you afraid of?”
The words came from Vic, and she had to give the guy credit. After working together for so many years, he knew her a little too well. Issuing the challenge had been a genius move. Ava had never been one to back down from a challenge, and tonight would be no exception. She was curious. Interested, even, if she had to admit the truth to herself. Watching them together had been a huge turn-on.
“I’m not afraid of anything,” she told them. “Never have been, never will be. I’m just a little hesitant. It isn’t every day a girl gets offered a one-night stand with two gorgeous men. My mind is having a little trouble processing it all.”
“Who said anything about a one-night stand?” Craig asked, sounding like he was standing right in front of her.
She snapped her eyes open and found out he was. “How did you do that?”
“I’m sure Vic told you I’m a cat, like he is. I can be very quiet when I want to be. I’m also very talented with my tongue.”
Oh, Lord.
* * *
Craig watched Ava, taking in every nuance of her expression. His cock was aching, pressing against his zipper and begging for release, but he didn’t want to move too fast. He’d scare her away, and after all they’d gone through to get her, frightening her was the last thing he wanted to do.
He glanced over at Vic and noticed the other man was in a similar state. His erection tented his khakis and made Craig’s mouth water. Even after all these years, Vic still turned him on. Always had, always would, but he needed a woman in his life, too. Luckily, Vic was in agreement on that point, but lately, the right woman had been a little hard to come by.
Ava was the first woman in way too long to interest both of them, intellectually as well as physically. She was beautiful, but she was smart, too. He’d always appreciated conversation with an intelligent woman. Not that he had conversation on his mind tonight. Tonight, the last thing he wanted to do with her was talk.
He knelt in front of her, moving her knees apart until he could fit himself between her thighs. Already he could smell her arousal. It was even stronger now than it had been when she’d been watching him suck Vic off, and then he’d been able to scent it from across the room. He’d wanted to ask her to join them then. Had barely been able to make himself wait, but he and Vic had discussed their best course of action, and taking things slowly had seemed like the ideal solution. Then. Now he was about ready to explode.
He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh until he cupped her mound in his palm. The heat from her pussy warmed his hand, even through the thick fabric of her jeans. Jesus. What he wouldn’t give to get inside her right now. He’d been waiting too damned long already. Ever since Vic had mentioned his plan a few months ago, Craig had been on edge. Now, tonight, he was needier than ever.
He stroked his thumb along her clit and she bucked against his hand, moaning softly.
“You like that?” he asked, smiling.
“What woman wouldn’t? I have two amazing men here, telling me they both want me and it isn’t for a one-night stand. What more could a girl ask for?” she asked, her tone dripping sarcasm. “Except maybe a reasonable explanation.”
“That’s easy,” Craig told her, shooting Vic a quick glare. His explanation hadn’t been nearly enough. “We’ve been together for a long time. Years. But we want a woman, too. Not for one night. For more than that. A lot more.”
Maybe forever. But he couldn’t tell her that. Not just yet. He’d scare her away for sure, and scaring her was the last thing either of them wanted to do.
“And the woman you want is me?”
This time it was. There had been others, but none willing to accept what they wanted. Not a couple, but a group of three. Most of the other women had seen their offer as a way to fulfill a sexual fantasy, but none of them wanted forever. The other women had all been human. Vic had said all along that was their mistake. Ava was… other. She’d be more likely to accept them for what they were.
“Yep.” He leaned in, running his tongue across her midriff, from just above her hip bone to her navel. He loved the way she tasted. He couldn’t wait to bury his face in her pussy and lap her up. “Are you going to grant my wish, Ava?”
She let out a soft moan. “You’re asking a lot of me.”
“All we’re asking for right now…” Vic said softly, coming up behind her and leaning down to brush a kiss across her lips, “…is a night together. All of us. Do you really find the idea that offensive?”
“Offensive?” She laughed, though it sounded a little strained. “Definitely not offensive. Hot. Very sexy. Almost impossible to resist.”
“Then why are you?” Vic asked, kissing her again.
Leave it to Vic, the serious one, to break the mood. Ava wriggled away and moved back in the chair, her expression suddenly wary. Fuck. Who the hell did Vic think he was, anyway? Craig shot the other man a dirty look. He’d been talking to her, softening her up and getting her ready for this, and Vic had to tear down all Craig’s hard work with a few ill-timed words.
“She’s not resisting.” Craig moved his hand up the inside of Ava’s leg. “Right, sweetheart?”
By way of answer, she shook her head. “Before tonight, the idea of seeing two men together never turned me on.”
Craig lifted one of her feet in his hands and slipped off her shoe. Her sock soon followed, and then he moved on to the other foot. “You liked what you saw in the bedroom, didn’t you?”
“I did. It was sexy… but what turned me on the most was the look in Vic’s eyes while you…”
Craig laughed. He never would have figured a woman like Ava had such hang-ups. “Say it, Ava. While I sucked him off.”
“Yeah. That.”
“He’d like it if you did it to him, too.” Hell, Craig would like to have Ava’s mouth on his own dick. He’d had many fantasies about those full lips and what she could do with them. He hardened a little more at the thought. Any more and he’d be busting through his zipper. Vic was lucky he’d gotten off earlier. At least he’d been able to take the edge off. Craig was in agony, needing release but still not sure if he’d get it tonight. Come on, Ava. Tell us you want us, too.
“Oh, yeah?” Ava asked, a coy smile on her face. “Maybe later. Now I think I have a wish or two to grant.”
Craig smiled. “I only asked for one thing.”
“Mmm, but I have a few wishes of my own.”
Chapter 5
Ava took a deep breath, still reeling from her snap decision. Okay. She was really going to do this. She was going to sleep with two men. At the same time. Holy hell. What was she thinking, anyway?
Obviously not much. Her body had forced her mind to shut down. She was running purely on lust now.
“You have wishes, too, huh? What would those wishes be?” Craig asked, eyebrows raised and a rakish smile on his face.
Now or never, Ava. Enjoy it while it’s offered, because you might not get another chance like this.
“For starters, this.” She wrapped her hand around Vic’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Not a gentle brush of lips like he’d done just a little while ago. This time, she went for it, stroking her tongue into his mouth and nibbling at his lips. He groaned, leaning down closer, one hand threading through her hair.
She’d wanted this for so long. Whenever she looked at him, she’d wondered what it would feel like to have his lips on hers.
Now she knew, and it was better than she could have imagined.
Hands moved up her sides until they cupped her breasts and she gasped, breaking the kiss. Craig. The smile on his face told her he was up to something.
“I thought I could touch you while you were distracted,” he said. “But you don’t mind me touching you, do you? I think you like it.”
As if to punctuate his statement, he pushed her shirt up until he’d exposed her bra. A flick of his finger and thumb against the front clasp and her breasts were bared. He scraped a fingertip against one hardened nipple, and then the other. “I think you like it a lot.”
Yeah, she definitely liked it. Maybe a little too much. When Craig stretched up to capture one nipple between his lips, and Vic leaned over her shoulder to do the same with the other nipple, all Ava could do was moan. The feeling of having both nipples suckled at once was almost more than she could take. She bucked her hips and thrashed her head from side to side, her pussy tingling and her stomach tightening. After watching them in Craig’s bedroom, it would have been so simple to sneak back into her own room and bring herself to orgasm, but she’d held back. Now she was glad she’d denied herself the pleasure. Every touch, every kiss felt like a small explosion against her skin.
When they lifted their lips, Craig started to strip off Ava’s pants. Protesting was no longer even a consideration. She lifted her hips and helped him get rid of her clothes, her fingers tightening on the arm of the chair. Soon he’d piled her pants -- along with her panties -- onto the floor next to the chair, and what he did next left her incapable of rational thought. He leaned in and ran his tongue up the length of her pussy once, twice, before he started sucking at her in earnest. The man was right. He really did have a talented tongue. He swirled it over her clit, sending a rush of sensation straight through her core and leaving her inner muscles rippling. She tightened her grip on the chair arms, raising her hips to meet his mouth. He stroked his tongue inside her pussy, and the feeling was almost enough to send her over the edge. Just when she thought she’d topple into orgasm, Craig pulled back, stood, and smiled down at her.
“Why did you stop?” she asked, her tone not much more than a whimper.
“I want you naked. On the floor. Now.”
She wanted that, too. So badly. She swallowed hard, her skin flushing with arousal. With her whole body shaking, she barely managed to take off her shirt and bra before she slid to the floor in a hopeless mass of lust and need. Once she’d settled onto her back, Vic was kneeling beside her. Sometime while Craig had been licking her, Vic had managed to get out of his own clothes. She turned her head toward him. His cock jutted away from his body, a drop of pre-come glistening on the tip.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?” he asked, his voice husky.
At a loss for words, Ava shook her head.
“Seven years, Ava. From day one.”
She let out a soft whimper. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
“Because of work, mostly, and because of other things. It doesn’t matter now, though, does it? There have been other women. I think you have the right to know that. But none of them have meant to me -- to us -- what you do.”
How was that possible? She barely knew Craig at all, and though she’d spoken to Vic on a daily basis for years, she didn’t really know him. Still, his words made her heart hitch. Everything about them seemed so right. Like she’d always been meant to be here, with them, in this very moment. Not trusting her voice, she nodded.
Craig stripped out of his own clothes, leaving them piled on top of hers. He seemed to be moving in slow motion as Ava stared up at him, her inner muscles tightening in anticipation. He knelt between her legs and spread them apart, his fingers dipping into her pussy while his thumb stroked along her clit, sending a rush of heat through her body. She sighed and let her head drop back. Everything about the evening was taboo. Decadent. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this good.
Ava glanced back up at Vic’s cock and licked her lips. He took the hint, angling his hips and pressing the tip against her mouth. She opened for him, reveling in the salty, musky taste of him and the soft feel of his skin over the hardness of his erection. He groaned, the fingers of one hand threading in her hair to hold her close.
Craig added another finger to the first two, his thumb pressing onto the hard nub of her clit. Her pussy muscles contracted around him. Her hips rose and fell in rhythm with the strokes of Craig’s fingers, but she craved more. She whimpered, needing one of them inside her.
Seeming to sense her distress, Craig released her. Vic pulled his cock out of her mouth, and, with a stroke of his hand across her cheek, moved away as well. Her body cried out at the loss of contact, suddenly cold. The only consolation was the heated look in Craig’s eyes as he stared down at her, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. She heard Vic’s heavy breaths from behind her, and she smiled. The idea that she could turn not one, but two men on this much filled her with a sense of power. The power only served to increase her arousal. She reached her arms out to Craig, but frowned when he shook his head.
“It’s my turn first,” Vic whispered, lifting her off the ground. He flipped her around, and pulled her hips back against him. He moved with such fluid grace that Ava was left trying to catch her breath, wondering how he’d managed to change her position so quickly. He didn’t give her much time to think about it. Instead, his grip tightened on her hips. The head of his cock prodded her entrance before he thrust inside in a single thrust that stole her breath and made her moan.
His cock was thick, filling her up, and when his finger found her clit and stroked along the sensitive nub, she shattered in an orgasm the likes of which she’d never felt. It shimmered from her head to her toes, pulling her along on a tide of sensation that left her breathless. When she could think again, she opened her eyes to find Craig stroking his cock. The sight renewed her arousal and she swallowed hard.
“Want some help with that?” she asked, smiling up at him.
Relief filled his gaze. He returned the smile, moving closer to her along the carpet. “I thought you’d never ask.”
She opened her mouth and took him inside, running her tongue along the length of him, and let out another moan at the feeling. Vic behind her, his fingers digging into her skin, and Craig in front of her, his hand coming to brush her cheek. Her whole body shuddered. This could all be hers, for as long as she wanted.
She wanted. She never would have considered such a scenario before, but now she didn’t know if she could ever go back. The heady feeling of being with two men at the same time made her level of arousal skyrocket. Even now, she could feel the stirrings of another orgasm deep inside her. Her pussy muscles tightened, trying to draw Vic even deeper, and a moan escaped her lips. She pushed her hips back against Vic, grinding herself against him.
His answering chuckle sounded strained. His finger found her clit again and he stroked across her flesh, swirling and kneading until her hips bucked. She curled her hands into fists on the soft carpet, her eyes closing. The climax rushed over her, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. Her body shook and her inner muscles contracted and released around Vic’s cock.
Vic continued to thrust, his strokes growing faster, and he tugged her back against him to meet him each time. She worked Craig’s cock, pulling him as deep as she could take him before releasing him and starting the process all over again. Her tongue swirled over the head, licking up the moisture gathered at the tip. She teased him for as long as he let her -- which turned out to be no more than a minute. Before long, he growled and sent her a warning glance, letting her know how close he was to the edge. She smiled, tempted for a second to keep toying with him, but the lust and agony in his eyes changed her mind. She took him back inside her mouth, bobbing her head up and down the length of him, taking him all the way to the back of her throat.
The sound he let out was a mix of relief and appreciation, and soon he was
thrusting his hips forward to meet her lips. Craig’s hands came to the sides of her head to hold her in place and he came, emptying himself into her mouth.
Vic followed Craig soon after, his fingers digging into Ava’s hips as he came with a loud groan, and they all collapsed onto the rug, one man on each side of her.
Craig leaned in and kissed her, long and slow and deep. “You’re amazing,” he said when he pulled away.
“No one’s ever told me that before.”
“Somebody should have been telling you all along,” Vic said, snuggling against her back. “I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a ride.”
Ava couldn’t help but agree. A few hours earlier, her life had been going down the toilet, and now she had two men interested in building a future with her. Granted, they’d used deceit to bring her to this point, and she’d have to have a talk with them about their methods later, but part of her couldn’t help but be happy about this new turn her life had taken. She’d never been able to interest one man in anything long-term before, and now she’d snagged two.
“Maybe you’ll be my good luck charm,” Craig whispered.
“What do you mean?”
“You heard my grumbling about it when you broke into my house. I seem to have lost my touch for my business, and my partner isn’t too happy. I have a feeling things are going to turn around from here.”
For a long time afterward, they all lay on the rug, curled up together in a tangle of limbs. Finally, Vic broke the silence. “Are you interested in more than a one-night stand?”
Ava nodded. No single man had ever made her feel as good as these two did. She’d already been half in love with Vic a long while before tonight, and she could see herself falling for Craig, too. It wasn’t the relationship she’d always planned on whenever she thought about finally settling down, but suddenly it was the only one that made sense. “I think we can work something out. There’s just one problem, though.”
Vic raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”