by Ivy Blake
“How does it feel when both of your holes get fucked, huh?” Jake asked me with a hoarse voice.
I still couldn’t believe these two gorgeous guys were fingering both my holes at the same time, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. “It’s too good. I need this badly. I love it.”
“Fuck.” Jake hissed. “Look at you. So sexy.”
“Yeah. Your ass is so tight and it’s killing me. I can’t wait to bury myself into that tight hole.”
Jake groaned. “Oh, you would love that? You made her so wet, man. She wants your cock in her ass.”
“Oh... Yes. I want both of you inside of me.”
Jake groaned again and thrust into my slick pussy faster. “Fuck. Keep talking like that and you’ll have me cum in no time.”
Both of them were ramming their fingers into me—three digits in the front and two in the back—and I came too close to my much-needed orgasm.
“Yes! I’ll come! Please, don’t stop...”
They increased their speed one more time, and I burst into a thousand pieces, my pussy gushing with my juices. I screamed their names, digging my nails into Jake’s shoulders as my orgasm rocked my body.
“So fucking sexy,” Jake muttered and pulled me by my hand, leading me to what I presumed was the couch. He made me sit and pulled my butt to the edge. I sensed him kneel on the floor in front of me right before he took my legs and placed them around his waist. “And so wet. I can’t hold myself anymore.” He slammed his hard dick inside of me, and I moaned, wishing my hands were unrestrained so I could touch him.
“If only you could look at yourself,” Logan said from somewhere next to me. The couch shifted under his weight, and then his hands were on my breasts, rubbing my nipples. “So hot.”
“Ah, Logan...”
My mound contracted around Jake in response to Logan’s touches, producing sloshy sounds as Jake sped up.
“Your pussy feels so good, beautiful. It’s made for us.”
“Please, don’t stop. It’s so good. Please...” I thrashed my head against the back of the couch, my whole body shuddering from the increasing ecstasy. I was drowning, completely overwhelmed with the way his dick ripped through my wet, throbbing walls.
“Come on, babe. I need you to come on my cock. Come on.”
He pounded me ruthlessly, completely losing control, and my insides convulsed around him violently.
“Jake!” I came once more, unable to think clearly as an orgasmic daze filled my mind.
“You’re so beautiful when you come. I can’t hold myself any longer. Fuck.” He plunged one more time and orgasmed, my name leaving his lips as he started ejaculating. Logan covered my mouth and left me breathless with his possessive kiss.
Just as Jake stepped aside, Logan took his place and shoved his massive length into me, but he removed my blindfold, letting me see him. “I need to see your eyes when I make you come.”
I couldn’t look away from his beautiful face, his blue eyes making my heart beat like crazy. My chest tightened with unknown emotions, but before I could examine them further, Logan moved and started his quick pace.
“Ah Logan!”
It was too good—both of them were so good and able to make me experience things that were unlike anything I’d felt before. I soaked his dick with my wetness, and it allowed him to enter me even faster. He raised my ass in the air and went even deeper into me, which brought an agonizing pleasure that intensified with each thrust.
“You look so good on him, honey,” Jake muttered. He was sitting next to me, his unblinking eyes following Logan and me non-stop. “Too sexy.”
Logan untied me, finally allowing me to move freely, and I grabbed his waist. I rocked against him, impaling myself on him wildly.
“I’ll come, Logan. I’m so close.”
“Yes, sweetheart. Let’s come together.”
We moved faster, our moans and grunts mixing with the sounds of our bodies hitting each other wildly, and the next moment time was suspended as we reached the peak of our pleasure. Logan pressed into me when he spurted out the last drop of cum and kissed me, igniting need in me once more. As soon as Logan leaned away, Jake kissed me too, his hands roaming all over my torso, and a couple of minutes later, we started everything again.
12
Madeline
Every day I walked into the office after that brought on so many feelings.
I was doing okay, and it had been a few days since. I had real tasks when I came into the office and I always got them done on time, if not early. Logan and Jake were very accommodating and professional during the work day.
But it had been a few days since we really did anything. I was in a lot of meetings with them, to observe their business skills but I was really observing them and it was hard because I felt my heart constricting.
When I look at Logan I see someone smart, and brooding. He has things he keeps to himself and the only one he really trusts is Jake. Their bond is something special and it is nothing short of unbreakable. Logan worships my body. He kisses me softly and traces my skin like he wants to memorize me. I can only imagine how many women he has had before and I don’t know if he is the same way with them all. But that is how he is with me and I like it.
Then Jake. He is the life of the office. Outgoing, but calculated at the same time. He has a fighter’s mind, I can tell. And there is something about his childhood that must have made him how he is, I want to know what it was. I want to know everything about them both. Jake is rough with me but he does it in such a tasteful way. He kisses me hard and begs entry to my mouth and then I am prisoner to him. It is unlike anything I have ever felt to be trapped beneath him, held by him from behind. He knows how to work my body until I can’t take it anymore, then just a little bit more.
What is more is that I don’t want them separately. I mean, I can’t imagine only having sex with one of them. It isn’t that I don’t want to choose or something like that. It’s just that I want them both, together, always.
That is so dangerous.
I finished the short class day, done by two on Fridays. And I didn’t have work. I always meet Sarai for lunch, and I had a while before work. We went to a café by the campus that we always go to. Some hip, organic food place. But I never get anything healthy.
“Hey, you.” We hugged and found a good seat.
“How is it going? How is work?” I asked her.
We ordered iced green teas and waited for our food.
“Okay, I think I am getting a promotion soon. But who knows? What about you?” She leaned forward with all meanings intended.
“Um, nothing much. They are putting things together for my start-up. It’s exciting.” I smiled.
She looked worried for a second and then brushed it off. I wanted to pry but I think I was just in too good of a mood. Work is going well, school is almost up, and none of my classes really have finals. And of course, the two men I am constantly pressed up between.
“I know, I’m so happy for you.” She touched my hand gently.
Our food came and I ate my sandwich and fries greedily. Sarai was still quietly brooding. I sighed as we neared the end of our meal.
“What is it?” I asked her.
She looked at me with soft eyes. “Has Logan said anything to you about him being a professor here? What it could mean?”
I froze over. My heart fluttered a little bit as I swallowed softly. I stared back at her.
“No. I mean, we both know. Neither of us have said anything about it. But we’re never seen together on campus.” I answered. And it was true. We both knew that we had to be careful.
“It’s just that…when I was in class today I heard these girls talking about him. They said they had heard he was—um, seeing one of his students.”
The table became a saucer and the floor wobbly underneath like we were spinning out of control. This was my biggest fear. Did they know it was me? Who started the rumor? There was so much I didn’t know and so mu
ch that I still wanted to know. It would make me crazy trying to figure it all out right now.
I had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself as I stared back at Sarai. She patiently waited and touched my arm gently.
“Madeline, are you okay?” She was laced with concern but I still couldn’t process.
If someone knows about it us it can get bad. I am just about to graduate, my name has to be flawless if I want to get anywhere. I can’t be labeled as…someone who sleeps with their professor. I mean, I have never taken a class from him and he isn’t my professor, but he does work for the school and I am a student. It’s bad.
“I’m…I’m fine. Thanks for telling me. Do you know anything else?” I asked, hopeful she had heard at least something else.
“No. Just that they heard people talking about it around his office building.”
I nodded. “Okay.” I glanced at my watch. “I have to get going. And I have to talk to Logan about this.” She nodded.
“I’ll walk you out.” We paid the tab and then headed to my car.
“Are you calling him?” She asked me and I simply nodded.
I called him and it rang twice before it ended. I called him four times and didn’t get an answer, maybe it was obsessive but I was freaking out. I stood by my car as I left a voicemail saying it was urgent, and he needs to call me back. I sent a follow up text too.
“No answer?” Sarai asked.
I shook my head, my throat lumpy. I felt cold inside, like I was watching this all from a different view. Watching myself. How could I be so stupid anyway? I knew school was almost over and I had to stay focused so I could do well with the internship.
Should I have sold to them that first day? Then I wouldn’t be around them, and I would have money for a new start-up or something to float me until I settled in with a company. Though I knew I always wanted to run my own business. Still, I was regretting getting involved and I felt so torn because I already have feelings for them.
I knew their tells and they knew mine. We…fit. Somehow, and I didn’t want to let it go. I wanted to explore it. But not at the expense of Logan’s career and my reputation.
I went back home and buried myself in a book. I called his assistant and told her I fell ill and would be back Monday. I studied even though I knew the information from the inside out. It was nice to go back to my old days before two men paraded into my life and left me in cahoots.
Sarai came home and we had a nice girls’ night. We watched movies and ate alfredo pasta. I told her how I really felt about the two of them and it was nice to talk it out.
“You don’t feel like you like one more than the other?” She asked me.
I tugged my sweatshirt tighter.
“No. I guess it is a little weird. But when I think about them I get the same level of excited and I kind of never think about them alone, always together. Maybe I am crazy and they are the same person.” I laughed nervously.
I was annoyed and angry at Logan for not calling me back or answering my text. So technically, Jake was higher on the list but still, it affected them both. If a scandal ruined Logan, it would ruin them. So I had to talk to him. I wanted to give him a heads up incase these rumors were strong and could actually do something to him. I did not want to tell him over text because that would be…wrong, in some way.
But he didn’t answer, still.
“Wow. That must be a rush. I wonder what it’s like.”
“It’s insane. Right now it’s frustrating because I don’t know what I want to do. If I leave the internship, he’d only be involved with a student and not both his employee and student. If I break it off with them I don’t know how well I could focus on work. I just feel like I can’t really…have it all.”
“Aw,” she came over to me and hugged me on the couch, “you can. Just, give it two days. Men literally need a day to reread the message and then reply. He probably thinks you have some big news to tell him, like you love him or something.” She laughed, but it was too plausible to ignore.
I stiffened and she felt it. She moved back and tilted her head.
“Wait, you don’t…are you in love with them both?”
My heart was in my throat, and I couldn’t find words. But I knew what I wanted to say. I stared back at my friend. My dear friend who was the only thing keeping me together at this time.
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
13
Jake
I beat the bag like it had personally wronged me. I went until my knuckles were numb and I sweat through the wraps. Then I tied a new set and kept going.
I hit the weights pretty hard when I was done. I was in the gym for hours. Frustrated. The market is flux, work is killing me and I hadn’t seen Madeline in a week.
It worried me and confused me because I didn’t know why I was even so worried in the first place. I mean I like her, but I always had a problem separating liking a woman versus liking her body. This was different because I couldn’t separate.
I like Madeline’s body. Her pert breasts and that round ass, so luscious and smooth and the way her hair falls over her shoulder and neck in the sexiest of ways. And I like her. She is intelligent, and driven. She knows what she wants and she goes for it, and I respect that about her. She can be a shark in business.
I couldn’t get her out of my head and I wasn’t alone in it. Logan and I revel in her even after she’s gone, talking about her like she has the key to life. The key to our dicks, maybe.
But since I hadn’t heard from her I thought she had run or something. Maybe we moved in too fast, and she got cold feet or got scared. I didn’t imagine her doing that without her talking to us first, she wouldn’t just leave her work. And she does work for us at the end of the day. I had to believe it was something else.
I finished up the gym and headed to the sauna. I must have sat in there for nearly a half hour, because I downed almost a gallon of water when I got out. I headed back to my place and got ready for work. I thought about Madeline in the shower, I think about her all the time but it was bad today, I didn’t know why.
I thought of her voice, like bells and fucking Christmas because she was always so sweet and enthusiastic. And her face, so soft and sweet but those lips were like a drug to me.
The way they grip my cock and coax my lips. Halfway through my trance I had my hands on my cock, imagining her face. Her body. Her pussy, so tight and wet, gripping me, drawing me in. I was trapped in her, I want her.
I needed her. So, where was she?
I pumped myself harder and faster as I imagined her, taking another cock as she got ready for mine. Her breasts bouncing, her hips rolling as she took every thrust. Her moans, so sexy and uninhibited. Natural, loud, yet sultry. I let it ring in my ears as I pictured her. Looking up at me with those wide eager eyes. I focused on her lips and then I came with a hard shudder and jerk of my cock. I should stop doing this, that shit clogs the drains.
I finished up and dried off. I barely even had an appetite, so I just had my coffee. I wandered around my apartment in my boxers for a while before I talked myself into getting dressed. I kept imagining when Madeline was her, on the bed and elsewhere. I refused to realize it for a while but I miss her.
I wanted to call her, but every time I tried I couldn’t bring myself to. I didn’t even talk to Logan about it, I didn’t want him to think I was trying to take her for myself. In a way, I didn’t think I could keep her alone. It was something I thought about. Us, together. But somehow not her with either of us.
I dressed in an actual suit, which I almost never do. With everything going on in the office I felt like I had to at least look the part of a businessman.
Madeline’s startup might just put us back on, and get us in new markets. If she was even still with us. That’s it, I have to figure it out today.
I drove to the office and said my polite hellos before I got in my office. I sent Logan a text, telling him to meet me. I helped myself to some scotch from my bar, it would be one
of those days.
Moments later he was in the office, brooding in his suit like he always is.
“Why do you always look so pissed off?” I asked him. He made a face and then sat on my couch. I went around my desk and sat on the edge, passing him a drink.
“Any change?” He pointed to the screen I had with Nasdaq on it.
“No. Nothing. What was it?” I asked him.
“Tech9. The new technology start-up. They bought a ton of apps and then stacked the sales.”
“Fucking cunts, are you serious?” I downed my drink. I needed another one. Five more maybe.
“Yeah, man.” He gave me a look and we both knew what we had to talk about.
So, I grabbed the whole bottle and sat down across from him.
“What’s going on with Madeline?” I asked. “I haven’t seen her in a week. She hasn’t called.”
“I don’t know.” He was lying, because he fidgeted with his fingers as he blinked at me.
“It doesn’t seem like her. She missed the meeting the other day. We don’t have any of her paperwork on file, she is still an intern here. Well, at least I thought she was.”
His eyes widened at that and he ticked his jaw as he shook his head. “I didn’t know that.” He graveled.
“Yeah. So what is the deal?”
“She called me last week. A couple times and I…I never responded because I had to see for myself.”
“See what?” Had he been alone with her? Was I jealous? I had no idea. I had trouble even thinking straight. But I knew he wouldn’t do that.
“I heard students talking about me at school.”
“They’re always talking about you. You’re their eye candy.” I shrugged. He shook his head.
“What? No, they were saying they heard I was seeing a student.”
“Oh fuck.” I ran a hand through my hair. Maybe it was serious.
“Yeah. So, I had to keep my distance until I got to the bottom of it. But it was just talk, nothing more than a rumor started by an angry sorority girl. I think she came onto me and I rejected her.”