by Mia Wilde
“Fine,” she concedes. “But turn your backs.”
She raises her hands to the back of the dress to begin undoing it. I roll my eyes at the instruction, but comply. Jared does, too. We stand alongside each other like a pair of burly doormen blocking the way into the bathroom. There’s a fluttering of zips and the sound of fabric hitting the floor.
It seems impossible, but my cock gets even harder at the knowledge that she’s half-naked just a few feet behind me. I’m tempted to turn around right now, drink in the sight of her and then do whatever I want right after. Jared and I could take her easily and I know how badly she wants it. From the way that she trembled every time my hands pressed up against her skin, to the way that she gaped and gasped at every moment of teasing throughout the day—it’s too fucking obvious.
She’s as desperate for us as we are for her.
There’s the loud blast of the hand dryer on the wall as she attempts to make some sort of repair to the ruined dress.
“Ugh,” she lets out an exasperated moan. “This is such a mess.”
I grin even though she can’t see me and offer my opinion, the teasing tone of my voice letting her know just how much trouble she’s in. “You know, we could be a lot more useful if you just let us turn around and help.”
There isn’t enough hesitation before she speaks for me to believe that she hasn’t already made up her mind.
“Okay, fine. Hurry up and get over here.” She’s still trying to sound reluctant and stern, but I can hear the way that her voice is practically quivering with need.
As we turn around, we get to see exactly what we’ve been aching for since Madeleine first walked into the team meeting that morning. If she looked good in clothes, she looks even better out of them. Her lingerie is a matching set in virgin white, stained pink from where the wine has soaked through. The bra is strapless, showing off fullness of her tits, while her panties hug her firm, sensual hips as closely as my hands had a minute ago. The lines of her body are perfect, slim and fit but undeniably womanly.
She could be an underwear model. Hell, I’ve dated enough underwear models to know that Madeline puts most of them to shame.
“Huh.” I turn to Jared, a smug smile on my face, safe in the knowledge that we’re about to share the girl that I know we’re both desperate for. “I may have seen it all before, but you have to admit, it never looks that good.”
Jared nods appreciatively, only glancing at me as I speak, unable to pull his eyes away from our prize for long as we advance on her together.
“You know, Maddie, if I’d known you looked like this under your clothes when you came charging into the locker room today, I’d have invited you to stay for the team shower,” he tells her.
Her eyes go wide. She lets out a little whimper from her throat at the very idea.
My cock is practically splitting the seams on my pants by now, so hard it feels like it could practically burst just from looking at Madeleine. I’m not trying to hide it. She makes me desperate. She makes my cock stiff and my balls sore. And she should know it, too.
“Mm.” I take the dress from her grip, pressing up against her, only pretending to examine the garment. “Well, this won’t do. Look at it, Maddie. It’s dripping fucking wet.” I lock eyes with her as I say the last three words. She’s staring up at me, unblinking. I can smell the spicy sweet scent of her wet pussy mingling with the perfume I caught before, layering together into a musk that finally pushes us all over the edge.
“And the dress isn’t the only thing that’s dripping wet, is it?” Jared says, closing in on her as well.
“No...no, I guess it’s not,” Maddie says, all breathy and helpless.
Good. Helpless is perfect. Helpless is exactly what we want right now.
I drop to my knees in front of her, wrapping my hands around the edges of her panties and sliding them down. “Then why don’t you let us take care of you?”
12
Jared
“Oh my God,” Madeleine gasps, her voice breathy and desperate now that she’s finally surrendered to us. “You bastards. I can’t believe that I’m going to let you…”
She doesn’t even finish the sentence. Donovan has gotten her panties down to her mid-thigh and leans in to press his tongue up against her slit. I can’t see what he’s doing down there, but based on his prior reputation and the way that she moans and coos from the moment that he first begins to lick and lap up the juices that I can see glistening halfway down her thighs, mingling with beads of spilled wine, it must be something seriously good.
I admire the way that Madeleine’s body is seized in pleasure even from the first few tentative lashes of Donovan’s tongue when she reaches out, her hand grasping my bulge firmly and hungrily as she stares at me.
“Oh, you want this too, huh?” I ask, pulling her hand away as I unzip the front of my pants. My thick cock leaps up in relief—it’s been trapped stiff and aching beneath that zipper for half the fucking night.
She gasps at the size of me—and that’s just at what I look like pitching a tent in my boxer briefs. That gasp turns into a moan as Donovan continues to go down on her like a man possessed. The air smells so thickly of sex that we’re all wearing it like a second skin.
This isn’t about pleasure or romance and it certainly isn’t about some schoolyard crush. This is lust, desperation, pure animal need. After all those years of her sniping at us from the pages of her column, it’s finally time for us to prove to her just how utterly fucking dominated she’s going to be. She’s not in control anymore. If we have it our way, she’ll never be in control again. She won’t be Madeleine Christensen, sports gossip reporter, or Madeline Christensen, hot little piece of PR ass. She’ll be nothing more than our toy to be passed around and used until she’s broken by the pleasure and ecstasy of it all.
Donovan’s doing plenty to provide the pleasure already. I can tell from the way that she’s writhing and grinding her hips up against his face, the small moans that he’s making from between her thighs. After a moment of fumbling, he’s freed his own cock from his pants, stroking it in his fixt as he feasts on the sweetness of her pussy.
Part of me wishes I knew how to treat a woman like that. Pamper her, let her luxuriate in how good I can make her feel. But that’s Don’s department. I’m just not capable of it. On the ice, in the streets, in the bedroom, I operate the exact same way. I’m a rough, dominant guy. I take what I want, knowing that I’m good enough to send a woman over the edge even when I’m just working to get myself off.
And what I want right now is to get Madeleine’s perfect, glossy red lips wrapped around my cock.
I come around Madeleine, turning her to face me and bending her over so Don can still get at that hot, perfect cunt of hers from behind. Her legs are so tangled in her panties, we’ve practically put her in bondage with them.
She looks up at me with wide, sensual eyes, her tongue flicking across her lips as she braces herself against my thighs. Her face is barely an inch away from my still-covered dick. All I want to do is grab her by her hair and press her face to my crotch, rubbing myself up against her cheek.
Instead, I reach down to squeeze one of her tits, still covered up by that lacy bra of hers. We were so desperate for this we didn’t have time to undress her properly. With a twist of my fingers against the strap against her spine, I spring her from it and let it fall to the floor.
She moans as her tits bounce out, hanging full and heavy while she backs her pussy up against Don’s lips. She knows exactly what’s coming for her and I don’t even care if she feels ready or not. I want her and that’s all that matters to me right now.
As I finally work my boxers down and let my cock spring free, it slaps against Madeleine’s cheek just as hard as I’ve been aching to slap her ass ever since I saw her out of that dress. Like he’s reading my mind, Don does it for me, licking at her honeypot with the long, luxurious lashes of his tongue that have her whimpering, almost begging to be used hard
er. Faster. More.
“Yeah, you fuckin’ want it, don’t you?” I lock my gaze on hers, seeing the knowledge in her eyes I’m about to use her exactly how she’s always needed. Exactly how she’s always been scared of being used. Exactly how she’s always dreamed of being used. “Sugar-lipped little slut—you wanna suck on this big, hard cock and show me what you’ve got?”
“Oh, fuck,” she says, closing her eyes and digging her nails into my thighs like she’s holding on for dear life. But when those thick, dark lashes of hers flutter open again, there’s unashamed need flickering in her hazel irises. “Yes. God, let me suck you, Jared. Please.”
I plunge between her lips and she moans so long and low, either from the pleasure of taking me into her mouth or from Donovan’s devoted oral or both, that it reverberates around my shaft.
I growl in pleasure in return. She bobs her head up and down my cock, short thrusts so that I can feel the warm wetness of her mouth. She’s got a perfect mouth for cock-sucking, creating so much pressure as she swallows me down that it’s a wonder she doesn’t drain my balls on the spot from suction alone.
I’d never have guessed that a stuck-up priss like her would have been able to do this. If I had, I’d have dragged her into the bathroom one of those times we’d bumped into each other over the years and put an end to her rumor-slinging days long, long ago.
Maddie Christensen doesn’t belong in the newsroom. Maddie Christensen belongs on her knees, worshipping me with her tongue while I blow my load down her tight little throat.
The tip of my cock is still lodged between her lips as she dances around the ridge of my cockhead with her tongue. She looks up at me with those enchanting hazel eyes of hers, something daring and even superior in her gaze.
Fuck. She knows how good she’s making me feel. The way that she’s lavishing attention on me. The way she’s using her lips and mouth, controlling the how that she’s swallowing my dick while she laps at the precum pouring from my tip.
Hot-cunted little minx. She really thinks she’s got the upper hand in this. She thinks she’s actually able to handle both of us. That snaps something inside of me.
“Oh, no fuckin’ way.” I growl, winding my fist in her updo so tight that it sends the pins she’s used to hold it in place popping out between my fingers. “You think you’re in control here, darlin’? Let’s see how you like this.”
Maddie might have been giving me a million-dollar blowjob, this was still all just a continuation of our powerplay. If let her keep up with that grade-A cocksucking for much longer, she’ll have me pumping cum onto her hot, greedy tongue in just a few minutes. And I want to enjoy this. Enjoy the way she’s giving into us.
If she wants my cum, she’s going to have to fuckin’ earn it.
I begin to fuck her face and throat more roughly, thrusting and pushing to get my dick deep into her mouth even as she gasps and moans around my shaft. I can tell that Don’s still going at her, her body tensing from his masterful worship of her sweet, wet pussy even while I dominate the rest of her with brute strength and hard-fucking force.
Her eyes are clenched shut in desperate pleasure, but as I pull my dick back, they open wide as she gasps for air. She doesn’t look panicked. She looks overwhelmed. Loss of control mixed with orgasmic bliss and the secret, sexy thrill of being taken by two men who want her this much. Two men who have the power to take her like this.
She’s discovering exactly who she belongs to now. And unless I’m mistaken, she fucking loves it, too.
I feel my balls begin to tense and I slow my thrusts. As soon as I do, her tongue begins its dance along my shaft again. She’s back to trying to make me come. Fuck.
I’ve spent my whole life in search of a good fight. And yet, here I am, getting both the best workout and the most competition I’ve found in years by hate-fucking the pillowy, sneering lips of our new PR officer. I have to pull my cock out of her mouth entirely to stop myself from shooting my load down her throat right here and now.
“Don, stop that, man.”
“What? Why?”
With the same roughness that I bent Madeline over, I wheel her back around, her ass pointed straight at me while her mouth lands just a few inches away from where Don is kneeled. His lips glistening with her honey and his cock is still clenched tight in his fist.
“You’ve gotta try her mouth. She sucks dick like she was born for it.” I drop to my knees, curling my fingers around her inner thighs and spreading her for me. Immediately, I catch a faceful her scent, so hot and sweet that it nearly drives me mad to be so close to the source of it. “And I’ve gotta try this fuckin’ pussy.”
13
Madeleine
Donovan Stone on his knees in front of me, his lips mere inches away from mine and still slick from how perfectly he was eating my pussy just a few seconds ago. Jared Southern behind me, dropping to his knees as well and spreading my hot, soaked pussylips so he can get a taste of me too.
My head is spinning. My heart’s pounding out at the speed of a techno dance beat. My panties are tangled around my knees, which feel like they’re about to go out any minute. My tits are heavy, nipples hard from the slight chill of the bathroom.
Fuck. I’m being tag teamed by Donovan Stone and Jared Southern in a fucking restaurant bathroom. I don’t even think either of them bothered to lock the door. At any minute, anyone could come in and catch us—and then it wouldn’t just be the Stormbreakers whose reputations would be smeared in the Shredder’s headlines by whatever poor new reporter my ex-editor had hired to fill my place. It’d be my reputation in ruins as well.
It was a bad idea. A fucking awful idea on every level. For all I know, Don and Jared had set this up to do exactly that. Spring a photo op on me. Catch me with my panties down, my ruined dress discarded on the floor. One man licking my pussy, the other piping his cock down my throat. Admittedly, it wouldn’t have been their worst idea either. If they wanted to go tit for tat over all the awful things I’d written about them over the years, they would have had a hard time finding a better opportunity to destroy me than the one they had right now.
But instead, Don reaches out to me, placing my hands on his shoulders as Jared shifted my hips up, forcing me to arch my back even more. It’s hard to imagine someone looking better on their knees than Donovan Stone does just now. At least, until I remember that Jared is on his knees behind me, too, his hot breath washing over my throbbing, greedy pussy. He’s teasing me to the point of no return, then way, way past it.
“Mm. Whatever you’re doing to her back there, Jared, it’s making her desperate.” Don smirks as he cups my jawline in his hands, moving his lips a little closer and staring me down like he’s memorizing the exact look in my eyes. “What do you think, Maddie? You’ve got it bad for us, don’t you?”
I can only whimper in reply. If I have words for Don right now, they’re mostly just four letter ones. But with the way my cunt is dripping and throbbing, just begging to be licked and kissed and sucked again, I’m not even sure if I want to tell him fuck you or fuck me.
“Poor thing,” Don coos, leveling his lips so close to mine I can smell myself on his tongue. “You’re hurting for it. Aching for us. I can tell.” He runs his thumb across my cheekbone, then slides it down the long, slender curve of my neck. “How about we kiss and make it better?”
He doesn’t wait for me to reply. He doesn’t need to. As Don’s lips dance against mine, Jared plunges his tongue into my pussy, pushing it in and out of my soaking wet slit like he’s imagining what it might feel like to push his cock into me instead. I can’t help it—I moan against Don’s hot, firm mouth and he immediately ups the ante. His tongue slides into my mouth as well, probing in and out of one set of lips in perfect time with Jared as he worships at the other set.
God. I’m being frenched from both ends by two men who, by all rights, shouldn’t want to be in the same room as me. Let alone in a restaurant bathroom tasting me like I’m the main course. Pleasure wrack
s my body as Jared moves his tongue to my swollen, sensitive clit. It leaves me gasping as Don pulls his lips away from me, still smirking as he rises to his feet.
“Christ, you’ve got such a hot little mouth, Maddie.” He takes his cock into his fist again as I cling to his thighs to keep my balance. I couldn’t even pull away if I wanted to. With the way Jared has me bent over, I’d topple over completely without Don to brace myself with. But as he levels his cock to my mouth, a glistening drop of precum pearled at his tip, pulling away is the last thing on my mind. “You want this big, thick dick in your mouth, sweetheart?”
“God, yes!” I cry, practically pleading with him. My voice is dripping with need. My pussy is throbbing against Jared’s tongue, begging for release as Jared sucks my clit into his mouth and traps it between his teeth.
I don’t just want Don’s cock in my mouth. I need it. And as I look up to him with big, hungry eyes, I can tell that he’s not playing around either. Not anymore.
He needs me, too.
Taking the back of my head in his hand, he presses his cock between my lips. It makes my jaw ache as I struggle to wrap my mouth around the huge, heavy thickness of him—and that’s just the tip. Don feeds it to be inch by inch, smearing his precum across my tongue as he sinks into me. He tastes salty, clean and sweet.
Behind me, Jared has my asscheeks squeezed hard in his hands, digging his fingertips into my soft, firm skin while he buries his face in my cunt. I can feel his stubble tickling against my pussylips and my inner thighs, making me shiver. Every moan that he forces out of me is muffled by the sheer hugeness of Don’s cock plunging deeper into my mouth.
I’m not going to last much longer like this. They know it, too. Don’s hips set a pace that tells me he’s planning on blowing his entire load as soon as I start coming. Behind me, Jared lets go of my ass so he can stroke his cock while he licks my pussy, too.