by B. B. Hamel
Ryan picks up one and inspects it. “You were not cute,” he says.
“Give me that.” I snatch it away. “You jerk. I had acne.”
“Not cute,” Henry echoes.
“She really blossomed, though,” Ryan says.
“She sure did,” Henry agrees. “I mean, look at her now. You’d never guess that ugly little duckling would turn into… this.”
I roll my eyes. “I wasn’t ugly.”
“Not cute,” Ryan says again, shaking his head. He picks up another picture and I try to grab it away, but he won’t let me. “Oh, man, look at this, Henry. She’s in her soccer uniform.”
“That’s kind of cute,” he admits.
“A little bit. But I definitely prefer the adult version.”
“I hope so,” I say, finally getting the picture. Ryan laughs and the guys start hitting the ping pong ball back and forth.
“Stop!” I hiss at them. “You’re going to wake up my parents.”
Henry rolls his eyes. “What a good girl,” he says. “Worried about getting in trouble.”
“You know you’re an adult, right?” Ryan asks.
“This isn’t my house,” I point out.
Ryan and Henry share a look, but they stop playing ping pong at least. I don’t know what that look meant, but I’m not going to ask about it. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know.
Ryan finishes his champagne and pours some more. Both the guys stare at me silently, grins on their handsome faces.
“What?” I ask.
Ryan shrugs. “We can’t look at your silly pictures. We can’t play ping pong. What else is there to do in a girl’s basement?”
Henry sighs. “He’s got a point, London.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know I was so boring.”
Ryan rolls his eyes. “It’s not that. It’s just…”
“We want the high school experience,” Henry says suddenly.
Ryan perks up, grinning. “Right, exactly. What would three high school teens do in a basement late at night with their parents home?”
Both guys hesitate before slowly looking at me. I blink at them then groan. “Guys,” I say. “Hold on now.”
Ryan grins and throws back his drink before walking toward me. “I know,” he says.
“I think we’re thinking the same thing,” Henry says, following him.
Both guys advance on me as I back away from them. “Guys,” I say. “Come on. My parents are right upstairs. They could come down at any minute.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Henry says.
“It’s like she’s begging for it.”
I groan again. “Guys.” I back up against the wall and Ryan comes right up to me. “I don’t think we should.”
“You don’t think we should, or you don’t want to?”
I groan again, but this time it’s not with exasperation. I can feel the nascent desire starting to well up inside of me again, bubbling over my edges, and it feels so freaking good.
But we’re in my parents’ basement. I need to keep myself under control. If they wake up and come down here, wondering why the light’s on, they’ll find me with two older men and they’ll freak, understandably. I’d freak too if I saw something like that.
But I know I can’t stop when Ryan kisses me. I feel Henry pull the hem of my shirt up and over my head, and soon both of their hands are on my body, teasing my breasts, kissing my lips, my neck, my chest. I groan, losing myself in their touch, and I feel one of them drop to his knees and look up at me.
He slowly pulls my jeans and my panties down. Ryan kisses me as Henry kisses my inner thighs, slowly finding my soaking wet pussy. He tongues me, licking my clit, teasing me, sending pleasure through me.
“Don’t be so loud,” Ryan chastises me, smirking. “You’ll wake up your parents. Is that what you want?”
“No,” I groan. “But I can’t help it,”
“Hear that? I think she likes it when I suck on this fucking clit,” Henry says.
“Don’t be crass, Henry,” Ryan says. “But he’s right, you do like it when we tongue your little cunt.”
Both men laugh and Henry goes back to licking me while Ryan kisses my chest, sucking and biting my nipples, teasing me. I groan as he kisses my neck and puts one hand up over my mouth, stifling my moans, which were getting louder and louder as Henry kept doing his job.
I want to struggle but I know I can’t. I let him cover my mouth, and it makes me even hotter. I don’t know what that means, but Ryan smirks down at Henry.
“I have an idea,” he says. “I think we need her down on her knees.”
Ryan slowly presses me down as Henry backs off. Ryan takes off his belt and his jeans, taking out his thick, hard cock.
“Instead of a hand,” Ryan starts.
“She needs a nice dick,” Henry finishes. “Brilliant.”
I take Ryan’s cock in my mouth, sucking him fast. Henry gets down on his back and slides my ass up over his face. It feels even more intense when he starts to eat and suck me as I basically ride his face. I’m moaning, but Ryan’s right, his cock in my mouth keeps it from being too loud.
Ryan groans but keeps himself under control. “Fuck,” he grunts. “Now I want to get loud. This mouth feels so fucking good.” He presses me down deep. “I want to make her fucking scream with pleasure, you know that?”
Henry says something muffled by my pussy. I gag and pull back, stroking Ryan’s cock, riding Henry’s mouth. Henry’s hands cup my ass and hips and he slaps me, teasing me, working me, pleasure riding all the way through my core. I can barely control myself, but I focus on sucking Ryan to keep myself from moaning too loudly.
I go deep down on Ryan’s cock again when suddenly Henry pulls back. “Fuck this,” he says. “I can’t help myself.”
Ryan grins and tips my chin up. “Hear that? I think you’re about to get fucked.”
I bite my lip and take Ryan’s cock in my mouth. A second later, I feel Henry behind me again, getting down on the floor. He pulls me back and I feel his hard cock between my legs.
Slowly I lower myself down on him, sliding myself down his length. I gasp but Ryan stifles it with his cock in my throat. I start to ride Henry reverse cowgirl while I suck Ryan’s cock.
Henry feels so fucking good buried deep inside my pussy. I work my hips, riding back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper as he slaps my ass. I lean forward, hands on Ryan’s hips as I suck his cock, tasting him and letting him fuck my mouth. I’m nearly completely filled, two cocks inside of me, and it’s driving me insane.
It feels so fucking good when Henry pulls my hair back, Ryan’s cock popping from my mouth. I gasp and have to bury Ryan’s cock between my lips again to stop the moans. Henry thrusts into my tight pussy, fucking me harder, making me sweat. I’m working hard, sucking cock and riding it at the same time, and the guys are groaning quietly, keeping themselves controlled.
“I’m fucking close,” Henry says. “I want to come in that pretty mouth of hers.”
“It’s all you,” Ryan says, pulling back. Henry slides out from under me, and together they drag me over to the couch on the other side of the basement.
They put me on my hands and knees on the cushions, Henry in front of me, Ryan behind. I feel Ryan’s thick cock stretch me open as he slides deep inside me. I gasp but Henry makes me suck him fast, not giving me a second to rest. I suck and jerk him, one hand on the cushions as support, while Ryan slams into me from behind. He’s rougher than Henry, pulls my hair harder, slaps my ass harder, and I like it. I love having a cock in my mouth and a cock in my pussy. I don’t know how much longer I can take this without coming, and I know I’m close.
Henry groans though, fucking my lips fast. “Swallow it all,” he commands, and a second later I feel his hot cum in my throat. I do what he says, swallowing every drop of him, making sure I don’t miss a single bit.
Ryan grunts, fucking me faster, and I know I can’t wait anymore. I come as I swallow Henry’s cum, my
whole body orgasming, shaking, twitching as pleasure floods me. I nearly choke on Henry’s cum but that just makes me so much fucking hotter as I swallow and come at the same time.
Ryan rocks into me, not stopping, pumping away into my pussy. He grips my hips and grunts, thrusting deeper and deeper, and I can feel him fill me. He comes hard inside my pussy, thrusting deep, making me groan. We’re all sweating by the time we’re finished, and I let them hold me, collapsed on the couch, not giving a shit about my parents.
We’re lying there together, breathing deep, sweating and happy in the post-orgasm haze, when suddenly there are footsteps upstairs. We all freeze, and slowly the basement door opens.
“Honey?” my dad’s voice calls down. We sit there, dead still and silent. “London?” he calls again.
I stare at the guys, and realize they’re both laughing, but keeping it quiet. I want to kill them so badly, but I can’t risk getting caught. We sit there for what feels like an eternity, when finally my dad sighs, turns off the light, and shuts the door.
“Assholes!” I hiss at the guys, and they both laugh quietly. I hit them both, which only makes them laugh more.
“Shouldn’t have been so loud,” Ryan says.
“I was practically choking on Henry’s cum while I was getting off!” I say.
That makes them laugh even more. I can’t help but grin along with them before getting up and getting dressed.
We drink more champagne in the dark, using our cellphones as light. It’s nearly two in the morning when they finally leave, but I didn’t want them to go. I felt so good with them, and aside from nearly getting caught by my dad, that was an incredible night.
16
Ryan
You sure she’ll go for this?”
I shrug a little bit. James crosses his arms, eyeing me from the doorway. I know he didn’t approve of this idea, but he’s not our fucking leader. I don’t have to go to him for everything I do.
Okay, he’s our leader, but still. I think this is a good idea, even if he’s skeptical. I mean, nobody is against this. In fact, I think it’ll make all our lives easier, including London’s.
“I’m sure,” I say to him.
He sighs and walks into the room. He goes over to the large bank of windows in the empty living room and looks out at the tree line.
“You know she’s leaving, right?” he says after a minute of silence.
I grunt in response. “I know.”
“Is any of this smart?” he says.
I hesitate. I run my hand over the granite countertop and look at the pristine oven for a second. I always liked the way new apartments looked. They’re empty, waiting for the personality of a person to come fill them. It’s all pure potential, ready and waiting to be whatever you want it to be. I’m excited to find out what London wants to do with this space, assuming she wants it to begin with.
“None of this is smart,” I say finally. James looks over at me and I grin at him. “Since when did that stop us?”
He smiles, but I can tell there’s a real worry in his eyes. “I just don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“You’re always trying to protect us,” I say. “Sometimes you gotta accept that you can’t save the whole fucking world, James.”
He laughs a little. “Well, there I respectfully disagree with you.”
“Respectfully disagree with this, asshole.” I flip him off and he laughs.
We finish the little tour of the empty apartment. James is worried, but I do get a hint of excitement from him too. I know he wants London around even more, which is why he wanted to hire her to begin with. He couches it all in this noble desire to save her from the judgmental townsfolk, but that’s bullshit. I can see through him, and he just wants London’s tight little pussy around in the office all day long, ready and dripping wet for him. Hell, that’s what we all want, he just has to go and pretend like it’s noble or some shit.
Well, there’s nothing noble about this apartment. While it was fucking hot to get her off in that basement, when her father almost came downstairs I knew something had to change. We’re not kids anymore, even if it’s fun to pretend like we are. There are reasons adults don’t live with their parents, and getting double-teamed by two hot guys is one of them. If I want to keep fucking London when and how I like, she has to stop living with her parents.
I figure she’ll want to live here, even if it’s just for another couple months. I bought the apartment outright, hell, I bought the whole damn building, so she can stay as long as she wants to. And when she leaves, I can rent it out to someone else, no big deal. This just happens to be an investment that benefits me in a few different ways.
“Want me to be there when you show her?” James asks.
I shake my head. “I’d rather do it alone.”
He nods. “Good.”
We leave the apartment and head back downstairs. It’s one of the nicest units in the building, and fortunately I didn’t have to evict anyone. I’m keeping on all the same employees and tenants, so this place shouldn’t change too much, and it’ll start making a nice profit in a year or so.
“I’m glad you bought this place,” James says as we head outside, out toward our trucks.
“I’m kind of surprised to hear you say that.”
He stops and cocks his head. “Why?”
“I mean, you don’t usually want us investing in anything without you?”
“That’s just because I don’t want you to make a dumb fucking decision,” he says. “But it’s time for me to stop being so protective.”
I raise my eyebrow at him. “You really are starting to grow up, huh?”
“Fuck off,” he says, laughing.
I wave and we head in opposite directions. I get in my truck and drive back to the office, a little bit nervous, but mostly excited.
London’s working in a little corner office in the back of the building, away from everyone else, close to our offices. I don’t bother her, since I know James is actually giving her work. This job thing is an excuse to have her around, but he’s not going to let her just sit around doing nothing. She’ll either be using that nice little cunt of hers, or she’ll be doing actual work.
At the end of the day, I walk over to her office. She’s just shutting down her computer when I knock and lean in the open doorway.
“Hey,” she says, looking up.
“How was it?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Not too bad. Pretty easy first day.”
“Easy boss too, I bet,” I say.
She laughs. “Not really. James is kind of a hard-ass?”
I laugh, remembering the early days. “You have no idea.”
“But it’s good though. I mean, part of me thought this job was just an excuse to keep me around, but I think it’s real.”
“It’s definitely real,” I confirm. “And it’s also definitely meant to keep you around, or at least nice and close.”
She laughs a little. “I should have known.”
“James doesn’t give out free rides. Well, in your case he does, but you still have to work for it.”
She laughs again and finishes packing her stuff up. “Walk me out?” she asks.
I nod. “Actually, I want to show you something.”
She smiles, clearly in a good mood. “Okay, I’m all yours then.”
“Perfect.” We head back out, down into the parking lot, and we get into my truck. I let her pick the radio station and we talk idly about her first day at work. I make sure she’s comfortable, that everyone’s treating her right, but mostly I’m just trying to hide my nerves.
I have no clue how she’ll react to this. I’ve never offered a woman an apartment before as a gift, and I know it’s a little crazy and intense, but I hope she can take it for what it is. I totally mean well with this, and I think she’ll be a lot happier in this town if she has her own space.
“So, what’s this surprise?” she asks me as we pull in to the apartment building parking lot.
“You’re not taking me in there to murder me or something, are you?”
I grin at her. “You wish.”
She stares at me. “I wish you’d… murder me?”
I nod. “Pretty corpse, famous killer. That’s a recipe for infamy.”
She strokes her chin thoughtfully as I park. “Good point. I always did want to be in a bunch of made-for-TV movies.”
“Don’t forget the documentaries.” We climb out of the truck together and I lead her in through the front.
“And the obsessive weirdos,” she notes as we push into the lobby. “They’ll love me, right?”
“Tons of guys would jerk off to your corpse,” I say, nodding. The guy at the front desk does a double-take and I just smile and nod at him.
“Are you sure you’re not killing me?” she asks as we get to the elevator. “I’m starting to rethink the whole thing. I’m pretty convinced.”
“We’ll make it a murder-suicide. Does that work?”
“Sounds good.” She grins at me as we step into the elevator.
We ride it up to the top floor, and I lead her around toward the back of the building. This side overlooks the trees, and the view is much, much nicer. Her potential apartment is a corner unit, so it’s nice and large. I stop in front of the door and I face her.
“Listen, London,” I say, clearing my throat. I feel nervous again like a fucking little kid. “So I don’t want you to read too much into this. It’s more… selfish, than anything else.”
“Okay,” she says, smiling uncertainly. “what’s going on?”
I open the apartment door and we head inside. She follows me, looking around.
“Nice, an empty apartment,” she says. “What’s the…” She trails off when she looks back at me.
“If you want it, it’s yours.”
She stands there in the living room. It’s pretty spacious, blending into the kitchen off to the left, with two bedrooms down the back hallway and a nice, large, modern bathroom at the very end. It’s a pretty typical apartment, except everything is new and perfectly done, and the view is fantastic.