by Daphne Dawn
I cry out when he penetrates me, slipping into me easier than Scott because I am already prepared, open, wet with lube and Scott’s sex.
When I sit on Kevin, I shudder, the feeling of him in my ass so different than sex, still. He moves a little, and I gasp and moan.
Scott doesn’t waste much time. He kisses me, crawling into me and Kevin. His dick finds my entrance, and he pushes into me in one stroke. I cry out, and Kevin groans as Scott’s cock slides home inside of me. I am sandwiched between them yet again, with Kevin’s dick in my ass and Scott’s in my pussy.
They start their rhythm again, moving in and out, countering each other. At this angle, with Kevin beneath me and Scott on top of both off us, both dicks rubbing against each other and against me, an orgasm starts growing.
It starts deep at my core. I am completely helpless, unable to move much or do anything other than cry out with every thrust. The men are fully in control, using me, pushing me to my limits. I love it.
It brings me closer to the edge, faster. They fuck me, and I cry out and moan. Scott picks up the pace, pumping into me harder still. His fucking creates my movement on Kevin’s cock. Scott strokes my G-spot again and again, and I shudder and convulse, creeping closer and closer to orgasm.
Kevin reaches around and grabs my breasts, pinching and tugging. The pain bursts into pleasure, and I scream as the orgasm shatters through me. My body contracts, forcing the air out of my lungs. Sandwiched between the two men, I fall apart.
It doesn’t take long before Kevin groans and jerks inside of me. He grabs my hips and shoves himself into my ass as deep as he can go. I am still orgasming, and his grip on my hips, his cock so deep inside me, brings me again and again. Scott does the same, shoving himself into me. They are both so deep I struggle to breathe, struggle to move, struggle to do anything but moan and cry out.
Scott comes inside of me, pulsating, emptying himself inside of me while Kevin fills up my ass. My orgasm crashes over me, one wave after the other, until I feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, my body on fire with all the sex, the dicks buried inside of me.
The men breathe hard. I am a sweaty mess, slick where we lay skin on skin.
Finally, Scott pulls out of me, already going soft. He helps me off Kevin, who slid out of me, too, and I collapse on the bed. I am spent. My whole body feels like it is made of jelly. Kevin rolls onto his side, spooning me, his knees pulled up behind mine. Scott lays down in front of me, facing me. He pushes one leg between mine so that we touch and his face is close enough to kiss.
He presses his lips against my forehead in a strangely intimate way before I close my eyes.
“That’s my baby girl,” Scott says in a low voice. His hand trails over my breasts, touching, feeling. He is gentle about it, and it is soothing after so much was taken out of me. Kevin caresses me, his hand tracing the contours of my body.
Sex is always messy, and the result of their orgasms inside me began to leak out of me. My ass and my pussy are both slick with sex, but we lay together, none of us moving.
I start drifting off. I become vaguely aware of someone pulling a blanket over us. Much later, weight shifts on the bed, and I am under the impression the men are getting up. I am aware of them moving around the room, but I keep my eyes closed.
They leave the apartment quietly. I hear the front door click, and I realize I am alone. I don’t mind. My eyes are closed, keeping myself wrapped in darkness. I focus on my body, on the echo of both cocks in my body.
God, what a ride.
Kevin
The contrast between real life and all the things we do behind closed doors gets bigger and bigger the more I slip into my fantasies. Fucking Carly with Scott has been more than a dream come true and the image of her, naked, her mouth around his cock and her pussy clamping down on mine, keeps me perpetually turned on. Or that shit where we double penetrated her, Scott in her ass while I am buried deep inside of her.
The images of that night are enough material for me to get myself off to for a long time, if I must. Of course, with someone like Carly around I won’t need something like that anytime soon. I can just fuck her when I feel like it. God knows she’s willing and she’s a hell of a lot more satisfying than my own palm.
Speak of the devil, Carly knocks on my door and pops her head into my office, attractive as always. I’m just starting a slow descent with my eyes all over her body when she speaks.
“Mr. Hull wants to see you,” she says.
I snap my eyes back up to her, her body forgotten.
“Now?” I ask.
“He says it’s urgent.”
I sigh. If Hull says it’s urgent it’s not something I want to deal with right now. And that’s exactly why I will have to do it. The man’s money is a great backing – I need the funding to bring the company onto the level I want it. But God, it comes at a great cost. As it is, he’s basically in charge of the whole board.
“Where does he want to see me?” I ask.
“Anywhere,” she says. “He’s in the waiting area right now.”
The man doesn’t fuck around. I nod.
“You can send him in here, I’ll speak to him.”
Carly nods and disappears. A moment later, Franklin Hull walks into my office. He’s dressed in a light gray three-piece suit and his hair is slicked back. His presence spills into the room until I feel like there’s no space for me. He’s in a bad mood.
“Please, sit down, Mr. Hull,” I say, gesturing to the chair opposite me.
Hull sits down with the air of a man that owns everything. He’s confident and overpowering and I feel smaller than him in my own office. I don’t like it.
“What’s on your mind, Franklin?” I ask.
“I’m going to come straight out and say it, Kevin,” he says. “I heard a rumor that you’re sleeping with your secretary.”
I blink at Hull. He looks at me, face serious, stare unwavering. I must fight the urge to look away, to squirm. Instead, I look right back at him.
“Where did you hear it?” I ask. I sound a lot calmer than I feel. Point for me.
“It is an anonymous tip. That makes me think the source might be correct.”
My stomach turns to stone. My blood is cold and I struggle to think past the sound of blood rushing in my ears.
“So, you come to me to ask if it’s true?” I ask.
“Is it?” Hull shoot back at me.
His stare is like steel. I swallow, trying not to look like I’m panicking.
“Of course, not,” I say. “This is a professional operation, Franklin. You wouldn’t have chosen to invest in it if it isn’t.”
Hull looks at me with a face that’s void of emotion. I have no idea if he believes me or not.
“You realize how quickly I can withdraw,” he says.
I nod. “And I can assure you that won’t be necessary. I will launch an investigation into the allegations. Of course, we can’t have these rumors doing the rounds, even if they’re false. I’ll make sure it’s all straightened out as soon as possible.”
Hull doesn’t look satisfied, yet.
“Let me be honest with you, Franklin. Everyone in the office can see that Miss Brown and I have a good working relationship. We get along and that is exactly what I need in a personal assistant. But she is a personal assistant and no more. I assure you, I’ll get to the bottom of this and in no time at all, we’ll look back and laugh at this.”
Hull blinks at me. He doesn’t look like the type to laugh at anything in hindsight.
“See that you take care of it, Kevin,” Hull says, standing up. “It can become very nasty if it goes any further.
“Of course,” I say, standing too. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”
I watch Hull walk to the door, open it and walk out. The moment he turns the corner out of sight I let out a breath I don’t realize I is been holding.
How the fuck did it come out? God, I think Hull is going to withdraw right then and there. I can�
�t afford losing the funding. The company is hanging by a thread and without Hull and his money I’m going to fold. It’s the only reason I put up with his antics. I don’t care for the way he considers himself to be God’s gift to mankind.
I turn to my window and look out over New York. How the hell am I going to reign this in? Surely, Scott and Carly don’t talk about what they are doing? They know as well as I do that it will sabotage everything we do and everything we have.
I turn around and pick up the receiver, calling Carly.
“Will you come to my office? I’m getting Scott in, too.”
She agrees and a moment later I have Scott on the line, too.
Five minutes later they are both in my office. Scott closes the door behind him, the last to arrive, and they both look at me. How different this is from the last time we are in the same room together. We are naked, worked up and completely comfortable with each other, then. Now, I am unsure of where we stand, of the relationship we’re building.
“Franklin Hull is just in my office.” I say to Scott, filling him in. “He wants to see me for an emergency meeting.”
“What about?” Scott asks.
“He got an anonymous tip that Carly and I are sleeping together.”
Carly gasps. Scott’s eyes widen.
“What the hell?” Scott asks, putting his hands on his hips. “Where the fuck did that come from?”
When I look at Carly she looks pale.
“Just that you two are fucking?” Scott adds. “Not the three of us?”
I shake my head. “Thank God, no. I think he will has withdrawn if that is the case.”
“He didn’t withdraw?” Scott asks.
I shake my head again. “He didn’t, but he’s unhappy, and I don’t blame him. Did either of you say anything to anyone?”
Scott shakes his head. Carly did, too, but then she stopped.
“I spoke to Emma about it,” she says.
I blink at her. “You told your sister you are sleeping with your boss?”
She shrugs and folds her arms over her chest, looking defensive. “We tell each other everything.”
Now, I understand why Emma is so unhappy at the club when the four of us are together on the dance floor.
“And you don’t think she may have said something out of spite?”
Carly shakes her head. “No,” she says firmly. “We get stuck and she can be a bitch, but she wouldn’t do that to me.”
Scott and I both look at her. I wait for her to show she might be unsure, but she looks as certain as it gets.
“Okay,” I finally say. “I hope you’re right. If this goes wrong, we all stand to lose a lot.”
Carly nods. “I understand.”
I nod, Scott nods. We are all in agreement. Except, I don’t trust it. Emma doesn’t look like the type of person that will be loyal. She wasn’t exactly nice at the club that night. Sure, I don’t know her at all, so I don’t know how capable or how loyal she is, but I don’t trust her.
It seems perfect for a scorned sister to call in a juicy little fact like that.
“I’ll speak to her, if that will make you feel better,” Carly says, pulling me out of my thinks. “I’ll find out if she said anything.”
“Do you think she’ll just tell you, if she did?” Scott asks. He was very quiet until now. He isn’t quite as involved, considering the rumors only involve the two of us. But if whoever leaked the information knows more, he can be implicated as well. That will be very bad for all of us.
Forget about the VP bet. If this thing goes sideways, we’ll all become unemployed soon enough.
Carly glares at Scott. She is on the defense. It is a touchy topic and I am aware we sound accusing, but the fact is that we are in trouble and I’m stressing because the rumors are true.
“I’ll find out if she said something. I know Emma well enough to be able to tell if she’s lying or not, you know.”
“We’re just worried,” Scott says.
Carly sighs and nods. “I know,” she says. “It’s just… nothing like this has ever happened to me before.”
I nod, too. “Well, we’re all doing what we can. As soon as we get to the bottom of this we can sort it out.”
Scott sits down, the first sign that we are starting to relax. I sit down behind my desk, too.
“Talking about sex and forbidden things,” Scott says. “When are the three of us arranging another play date?”
Carly giggles and blushes. It’s cute when she does. I love it when she blushes.
“Should we really talk about this right now?” I ask. “We’re already in the shitter.”
“Come on,” Scott says. “You know you want to do it again. Wednesday was fucking fantastic.”
Carly grows redder and Scott looks damn satisfied with himself. And I want to do it again, Scott is right.
“We’ll arrange something, soon,” Carly says. “I’m down for round two.”
Scott grins at me. We completed our pact by fucking Carly together. Doing it again is a whole different story. This isn’t about doing something we said we would do anymore. This just becomes so much more.
And I want it. I liked it. God, I fucking loved it.
“I have to get back to work,” Carly says. “I have an actual job to do.”
She smiles at both of us before she leaves the office. When she closes the door, I look at Scott. He is still smiling, looking smug and content.
“You have to admit, this is a hell of a lot more than either of us think we’d get when we set out to do this,” he says.
I nod. “Absolutely. I’m just unsure about this rumor… you don’t think that if we keep going it will bite us in the ass?”
Scott shakes his head. “Don’t stress about it so much,” he says. “It’s probably a rumor created by a disgruntled employee or something. The fact that it’s true is a coincidence. It will blow over and we can happily carry on fucking her without worrying about who will find out.”
I chuckle. “You’ve really got a thing for this, don’t you?”
“What, a threesome with my best friend and the hottest woman that’s walks the face of the earth? That will be a resounding fuck, yeah.”
I laugh. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s a wet dream come true. I’m just stressing about this.”
Scott nods. “I know. Which is what makes you so good for this job. But it will be okay, I swear.”
It seems like a promise Scott is in no position to make, but I accept it and let him persuade me. I need to believe that it will be okay. And the truth is, I want to do another threesome, too.
Of all the reasons, I can think of why not to do it, I can only think of one reason why we should do it.
And that is because I want to. Good enough for me.
Carly
“Do you want something to drink?” I ask Emma when she sits down on my couch.
“Just water,” she says. I nod and walks to the kitchen. I fill two glasses with water from the pitcher in the fridge. I walk back to the living room with both glasses. Emma sits on the edge of the couch, looking like she would rather be anywhere but here. I sigh and pass her glass to her before sitting down on the arm chair to the side.
I invited her over to talk. She won’t reach out to me, so I must do it. Usually, Emma is so quick to sort things out between us. That she hasn’t tried yet, worries me.
“What did you want to talk about?” Emma asks.
I blink at her. “I was hoping we can fix whatever went wrong between us.”
Emma just looks at me, her face unreadable.
“Come on, Em. We never fight for this long. Why are you so angry?”
Emma sips the cold water before shaking her head.
“You can’t tell people that I’m jealous of you and expect me not to get angry. Especially if it’s your boss, the same guy you’re fucking.”
I sigh. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I was a bitch.”
Emma nods. I don’t completely mean what I is s
aying – Emma was the bitch that night, not me, but we all must bend a little, right?
“Besides, you’re throwing your life away, Carly. What do you think will happen if something like this comes out? It can ruin your career. Sleeping with your boss…”
I shake my head. “If you’re worried, say so. You’re my sister and we do that for each other. But I’m an adult, I can make my own choices. And I told you before – I don’t intend to be a secretary for long.”
Emma narrows her eyes at me. “This is exactly what I mean,” she says. “You’re not even willing to listen. You dream, and you dream! But it’s always the same thing, over and over again. God, you never listen!”
“That’s because I don’t have to,” I snap. “Not only am I older than you, but I don’t have to do what you say to me, anyway. You’re not mom.
Emma shrugs. “No, but at least I’m not throwing my life away.”
I put my glass on the coffee table. I don’t drink any of the water.
“That’s a matter of opinion and I resent you saying that.” I glare at Emma and she glares back at me. “I called you to fix things between us and you’re just going right back onto that track. Why don’t you try, too?”
“Are you still sleeping with him?” Emma asks.
I frown. “You’re going to be a bitch about this unless I stop screwing him?”
“So, you are,” she says.
I roll my eyes. “I regret telling you that. I can’t believe this is becoming such a big thing! We’ve always told each other everything. Did I come down hard on you when you were sleeping with Ron?” I ask.
“That’s different,” she says.
“How?”
“We’re in a long-term relationship. We don’t sleep together until six months in, and most of all, he’s not my boss.”
I groan. “What happened to us?” I ask.
Emma shrugs. “I don’t know,” she says in a soft voice.
I have my theories. She’s settling down and she’s dating – something neither of us said we’d do after our dad left. And now, I’m living the life, partying and sleeping around, and she’s stuck being an adult. I’m sure it’s jealousy, but I’m not going to say that to her, again. Once already caused her not to speak to me for a few days.