“I… um, I’m giving you two some privacy.”
“Why?”
I stepped in. “Do you want him here?” She nodded. “Confess your dirty little fantasies. Tell me exactly what you want from us.” She licked her lips. “Tell him what you want him to do to you.” This time it was a command.
“I want him to eat my pussy.”
Her inner slut was coming out to play. I nodded at Ian. He put his pen down and prowled over to her. When he kissed her, I had to pocket my hands. Jealousy sparked deep in my gut, but I would give her anything she wanted, including this. But only because we’d already shared her, and I trusted him with my life. I wouldn’t let any other man touch her.
He fisted yards of fabric in his hands to get to her gorgeous cunt. His fingers stroked over the silky fabric between her legs. I let the beast out to play, fisting my cock as I watched. He pinched her nipples through the dress and her head fell back. Then he was on his knees, his head buried between her legs.
“Ryan,” she cried out as he added a finger or two.
“Yes, baby.”
“Where are you?”
“Watching.” I ground my teeth together.
“I want you to fuck me while he eats me out.”
I didn’t care she was calling the shots, I needed inside her. “I’m going to fuck that pretty ass of yours,” I said.
I held my pants up as I locked the office door then positioned myself behind her. I lifted her dress and gratefully saw her underthings were gone. Ian had taken care of that.
I bent her forward a little and slipped my fingers in Ian’s mouth for lube. Then I used my slick finger to work her rim so she’d be good and ready for me. Her muted cries of pleasure only made me harder.
“Ready, baby?”
She nodded and I started to work myself inside her. It was a tight fit, but damn, I was determined to inch my way in. I squeezed her tits as I rocked in and out.
“Push out, baby, and let me in.”
She did as I asked, and I slipped in further.
“I’m going to come,” she cried.
Ian’s probing fingers worked her pussy as I got all the way in. He stood up, dick straining against his fly.
“Ian’s hard, baby. What are you going to do about it?”
“Let him fuck me?” She wanted my approval.
“No, baby. You’re going to suck him off.” I pointed at the desk. Ian, used to my direction, went and sat on it bare-ass, dick in hand. We moved as one unit. The desk wasn’t that far. I bent her over and let her go to town.
Watching her suck him off as I buried myself balls deep in her ass brought me closer to the edge. I tweaked her breasts some more before sliding my hand between her legs and tunneling inside her wet pussy with my fingers.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpered around his cock.
“That’s right, baby. This pussy is mine and only mine. There will be no mistake who got you pregnant.”
Though she stiffened, it was too late for all of us. The veins in Ian’s neck strained as he came. She spasmed around my cock as spurts of cum filled her ass. When I pulled out, I watched my cum drip from her hole. She was limp, but her eyes were filled with questions. Shit, how would I explain myself? Should I lie or tell the truth?
Eleven
Chloe
Had I heard him correctly? After all, we’d all been in the throes of a pre-climax. Had he really said what I thought he’d said? I knew I was his. He was totally possessive about me in that way and I was all in for that. But the pregnant part? That was a completely different story. I was not all in for that at all. Besides, I was on the pill so it wasn’t even a remote possibility. I hadn’t missed a day since I’d been taking those things. And that had been years. I had nothing to worry about, right? Maybe I needed to clarify that with him.
“Ryan, what exactly did you mean by that bit about knowing who got me pregnant? I’m more than a little curious about that.”
He was currently more interested in cleaning his dick up and wouldn’t look at me.
“Ryan? I think the after-sex clean-up can wait. Will you answer me?”
“Um, I’m going to grab some lunch,” Ian said from behind me.
I turned around to face him. “No, you don’t. You aren’t going anywhere.” My finger jabbed him in the chest. “You two evidently share everything, including me. What do you know about this?”
“Chloe, I don’t… I think Ryan should explain.”
“Ian, I want you to tell me because the other person in this room has lost his ability to speak.”
Ryan’s voice finally came to me over my shoulder. “Ian can leave, and I promise to explain everything.”
It only took a second for Ian to hustle his ass out of his own office.
After taking a deep breath, Ryan said, “Chloe, please have a seat.” He gestured over to a chair. I gave him the stink-eye before I sat down.
Then he started with, “I guess I got carried away and I’m sorry. But the thing is, when I’m with you I want to own all of you and that sounds as crazy as it is. I shouldn’t have said that. But I don’t want Ian to have that part of you. He can do everything else, but when it comes to sticking his cock in your pussy, that’s off limits.”
What was he saying? Ian and I had already been together so what difference did it make? But then I thought back to our weekend together and… “Ian and I never…”
“No, never. He did other things but not that. I was too possessive of you even then. I told him that first night it could be us three, but he couldn’t have your pussy, except for his mouth.”
“But why?”
“I just told you. I’m a little possessive with it. That’s a part of you I refuse to share. And since we’re on the subject, he’s the only man I want to share the rest of you with.”
“Wait. Don’t my feelings count for something?”
“Not where your pussy is concerned.”
He had just crossed the line. I jumped to my feet and my finger came out. “One, it’s my pussy, not yours. What I do with it is my business, not yours. If I want to fuck Ian, I’ll fuck Ian, thank you very much. You don’t own me, Ryan, and you never will. Are we clear on this?”
He stepped in my path. “No, we are not clear on this. You and I have an understanding. I asked you who this belonged to”—he grabbed my pussy—“and you said it was mine. I claimed it and now I own it.”
“You can’t be serious?” I asked.
“Why can’t I? I told you this over and over. And you said it back to me. I’m dead serious.”
“Because. It’s absolutely crazy, that’s why.”
“Not to me.”
“Yes, it is. You don’t own anything of mine. Period.” I had to get out of here. His possessiveness was past believability. Yes, I had said those things, but I hadn’t meant for him to take me literally.
As I walked toward the door, he asked, “Where are you going?”
“Back to work. Back to the world of reality and away from all this fantastical make-believe crap.”
He stalked me like an animal would his prey. “This is no fantasy, Chloe. It’s real and I’m not make-believe.” Then he cupped my head with both hands and kissed me. It was raw. It was wild. He demanded and I gave. He was too hard to resist when he dominated me like this. I was the clay and he molded me into whatever he wanted. But the strange thing was I wanted him to. I would’ve begged him to if I had to.
My back slammed against the wall as his greedy mouth took control of mine. I was reminded of how he sometimes fucked me, hard and brutally. I wanted him like that. But he pulled away. His hand lifted my dress, and his fingers probed my opening.
“This. Is. Mine. Remember that, Chloe.” Then he stepped away and left me alone, hot and panting. I was dripping with need and I knew a few rubs of my clit would take me where I needed to go, but the emptiness afterward wouldn’t be worth it. Instead, I straightened out my clothing, smoothed my hair, and left Ian’s office, stopping in the
first women’s restroom I could find.
Thankfully, the place was empty, so I went into the first stall and leaned against the partition. I was trembling and needed to calm down. Ryan had gotten to me. But the things he’d said bothered me. He wasn’t joking about owning my pussy. If I was going to continue seeing him, I had to decide if I wanted this type of man. I loved how he made me feel and the kind of hot sex we had. But that didn’t give him the right to say the things he’d said. Admittedly, he’d freaked me out more than a little. I didn’t want him to go all stalker man on me.
But then when I’d seen him with that other woman, I’d been more than a little jealous. It had burned me up but good. I sort of got that ownership thing because I’d wanted to slap that bitch and then him for being that close to her.
What the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t usually act this way.
Checking the time, I realized I needed to get a move on. I quickly checked my makeup to see if it needed touching up and then I went back to my own office.
It didn’t surprise me to get a call in the afternoon from Ian, checking up on me.
“If you want answers, you need to ask your boss.” And I hung up. I wasn’t going to play this game any longer. If Ryan wanted to talk to me, he could call me himself. And he did.
“Chloe, I want to see you tonight.”
“That’s nice.” I gloated with my response.
“I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“You will? What if I’m not in the mood to see you?”
“Stop playing these games.”
“No, you’re the one who’s playing games. Don’t bother picking me up. I won’t be home tonight.” I hung up. If he wanted to go out, he needed to ask. Yeah, I was down with the dom/sub roles, but only when we were in the bedroom. Right now, that didn’t suit me. He needed to show me that he respected me and didn’t take me for granted. That ownership crap crawled all over me and I wasn’t going for it at all. I was going to make him work for it… that was if he wanted me.
And if he didn’t, well then, I’d just write it off as a great time with two amazing guys.
That was harder than I’d thought it would be. Ryan avoided me at work. At first, I got phone calls and texts, which I ignored. And then… nothing. I had expected him to crawl back and beg after that show of possessiveness. But he didn’t. He dropped off the Earth, or so it seemed. For over three weeks, I never saw him at work, even when I went to the floor where I knew his office was located. I made excuses that I needed to go up there for one thing or another, but he was never around. He’d ghosted on me.
I had royally screwed up. I was sure he had moved on and found someone else. And that was when I figured it out. My feelings for him were more than something casual. I had let my stupid heart get involved. And now I was paying the price.
At night, I would lie in bed remembering all the delicious and sinful things he’d done to my body. Even my favorite vibrator failed to satisfy me. He had ruined me. My pussy ached for his cock, his tongue, and his fingers. I longed for them to probe and lick me. I was certainly one hot mess.
Even my friend Molly had disappeared on me. I tried calling her, but she didn’t even return my texts. By this time, I was worried about her, so I hopped in my car and drove to her place. When I arrived, her car was in the parking lot, right outside her apartment. Why wasn’t she answering her phone?
I pounded on the door with my fists, yelling, “Molly, open up. It’s Chloe. Let me in.” I stuck my ear to the door and heard all kinds of noises, like voices and someone running.
“Hang on a sec,” she yelled. “I’m coming.”
A few minutes later, she opened the door wearing a robe, and her hair was all rumpled like I’d just woken her up. But it was only six-thirty in the evening. I pushed past her. “I’ve been calling you and you haven’t answered your phone. I was worried about you. What the hell is going on?”
Her mouth flopped open and closed a few times and then she said, “I’ve been kind of busy.”
“Busy? With what? You look like you’ve been sleeping.” Then I heard a crash and an Oh, fuck coming from her bedroom. “Oh, my God, you have a man in your bedroom, don’t you?”
“No, I… uh, that’s to say, I, er…”
“Just tell her the truth, Molly.”
I knew that voice. When I saw who was standing in my best friend’s apartment, I nearly died. “What are you doing here? And not wearing a shirt.” And then it hit me, and my eyes flicked to Molly. “Oh, shit, oh, hell. You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you? Tell me I’m seeing things.” My accusatory glance penetrated hers as she squirmed.
“I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid.”
“Yeah, because you knew how much it would hurt me.”
“Chloe, please let us explain,” Hugh said.
I stuck my finger out at him. “You don’t get to say a word about this. You hear me? This is between Molly and me.”
“Chloe, I knew you’d react this way if I told you, which was why I didn’t,” Molly said.
I went to respond but stopped. She was right. But she was supposed to be my best friend and have my back. And this was not having my back. This man was no friend of mine. “You know, you’re right, Molly. I hope you two have fun together.” I hurried out of her apartment as she called out to me. But to hell with her. It seemed like the world was currently conspiring against me.
As I drove home, embroiled in my own pity party, I let the last few weeks replay in my head. What the hell had I been thinking? I was usually super levelheaded. Apparently, my brain had flown the coop when I’d seen a penis. Make that two. That shit was over. I know, I’d said it before, but this time I really meant it.
When I got home, I went to bed and cried. Molly had been with me through thick and thin, only now I felt like she’d betrayed me. Who could I trust anymore? My heart ached with loneliness and I wasn’t sure how I was going to get over this.
In the morning, as I was getting ready, I reached for my pack of birth control pills. I swallowed my one for the day, but then I mentally calculated when my last period had been. I was on my last pill of the fourth week. I should’ve gotten my period by now. I never missed it. Ever. I picked up the pack and stared at it. Then I picked up my unopened one just to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. Nope, I should’ve gotten my period. I knew some women skipped them, but not me.
I ran to my computer and Googled it. Everything I checked said it was common for some women to miss a period here or there. But I had a really bad feeling about this. I checked my pill pack again, just to make sure I had taken them all. I hadn’t missed a single one. I never missed taking them. I was super diligent about it. The only time I’d messed up was the weekend I’d spent with Ryan, but I’d made sure to double up on Sunday.
It was getting late, so I left for work. All day long the only thing I could think of was my stupid period. I even Googled how soon you could check to see if you were pregnant. This was crazy. And the worst part of it was I couldn’t even call Molly and ask for her advice.
For two days I obsessed over this. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, and I couldn’t concentrate on a single thing, other than being pregnant. What the hell would I do with a baby? I could scarcely take care of myself. Fuck my life. A couple of weeks of fun just had to turn into this, didn’t it?
On the third day, I finally gave in and bought a pregnancy test. If it was too early, it would show negative and I would happily wander off in a world of make-believe until serious symptoms developed, which was perfectly fine with me.
I hurried home from work and tore the stupid kit open. It seemed like it took forever as I waited for the results. I stared at that stick for those two minutes and didn’t breathe. As my eyes were locked on the thing, I knew that silly piece of plastic held so much power over me. It would either set me free or change my life forever.
Twelve
Ryan
Ian walked into my office with a smug smile and sat across fr
om me. “Are you finished with hiding?”
“I’m not hiding,” I snapped.
He chuckled. “You have been absent for the last couple of weeks, ever since that lunch mishap with Chloe.”
I turned my back to him, reaching for a file on my credenza behind me. I schooled my features, knowing he could read me like a book. When I turned back, his brow was lifted.
“She doesn’t want to see me,” I admitted. “And I can’t see her without wanting her.”
“So this is more than you wanting to get her pregnant?”
I stared at my best friend. His smile was gone, and he looked like he was upset on her behalf.
“I’m not using her,” I snapped.
“But you were.”
I rubbed my jaw where it ached from clenching my teeth. “That’s how it may have started, but once I decided on her it was more than that.” It was such a relief to admit it. “Is there anything else? I have a plane to catch.”
“You might want to rethink leaving so soon.”
I sat back in my chair. “What now?”
“Chloe called out sick.”
I sat up straight. “Is she okay? Should I send my personal physician?” Panic laced my gut. My worry for her was an indication that I felt things for her on a level I hadn’t for anyone else.
Ian’s eyes narrowed. “Are you forgetting something?”
“No, damn it. What do you know?”
His smile returned. “You love her, don’t you?”
I leaped out of my chair, that word sending a frightening chill down my spine. The last person I’d loved had died. When Mom had passed, I’d sworn never to love another thing because my love hadn’t saved her.
I fisted my hands and paced. “I don’t know what this is, but I need to know Chloe’s okay. You have to go to her.”
“Why don’t you?” he asked.
I glared at him. “Because she won’t see me.”
“Maybe she will now. You do realize according to our information she should either be on her cycle or finding out she’s pregnant.”
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