Double Stuffed

by Natalie Knight

  Chapter 11

  Seth

  Semper paratus. Always prepared.

  I’m prepared. I’ve got handcuffs.

  Quickly, before she can object, I put the cuffs around her wrist and tie her arms to the bedpost. Now she’s completely at my mercy—well maybe our mercy.

  Her eyes widen in disbelief, shock, anticipation, and lust. Fucking pure unadulterated lust is written all over her face.

  She squirms.

  “What the fuck?” she says, but I can see she’s up for it.

  Blake says nothing.

  I take my time. I’m fucking ready to explode, but I want to get the most of fucking this little hot slut.

  First, I let my lips move over her neck, down to her chest and then onto her belly. My fingers play with her wet and wanting pussy. My index fingers pushes on her clit and moves away again.

  Leila cries out something I cannot make out. My mind is too busy lapping up the intensity of the mounting pleasure.

  I take my hand away.

  “Let me touch your fucking cock,” she whispers, her eyes begging.

  I shake my head.

  “I’m in control and I’m going to say if and when you can touch any part of my body.”

  She closes her eyes and moans. I can see her bite her bottom lip.

  I kneel over her and let my cock draw over her body. It’s so fucking hard and ready to enter her waiting pussy that I can barely control myself. My cock circles around her breasts and I can see her opening her lips in anticipation.

  Slowly, I move toward her tongue and half open mouth. Just out of reach, I hover. She stretches her face up as high as she can, extending her tongue like a snake. It darts in and out of her mouth. I give in a little and her moist tongue connects with the tip of my hot cock.

  This time, I groan in pleasure. As her tongue darts over my cock, ripples of electric shock wave start at the base of my skull and work down my neck and back, right into my feet.

  Fucking bitch knows how to turn up the heat.

  I give in a little and her mouth hungrily sucks on my cock, her tongue working its magic by flicking around it.

  For me, electric shock waves of pleasure turn to explosions, which threaten to rip me open from the inside.

  My cock plunges further into her mouth and down her throat. Now her body is writhing from side to side, animal-like, begging for more.

  Just as I can feel my orgasm build deep within, I pull out.

  “No,” she yells.

  But I don’t want to come in her mouth. And I’ve got more planned.

  I reach onto the bedside table and retrieve a small container. I take the top off and gently drizzle soft molten chocolate onto her breasts, belly, and all the way to the wet opening of her pussy.

  Now it’s time to lick it all up. My tongue works in slow, rhythmic motions. My hands play with parts not covered in chocolate. I make sure I take my time.

  Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Blake crawl over to us and start to help me clean up the mess I’ve made.

  My fingers find her pussy and cup it. I let my index finger glide over her clit.

  Leila is unable to keep her hips from moving. She’s desperate to be fucked. Blake puts his hands on her lower abdomen and roughly shoves her back onto the bed. He leaves his hand there, so her movement’s severely restricted.

  She’s now whimpering. I’ve almost finished cleaning her up.

  With a few more licks, the chocolate’s gone. I can see her muscles tense a little as my fingers continue to play with her clit.

  I motion for Blake to release her from the cuffs.

  Then, I command, “On all fours, fucking slut,” and she obeys instantly. Her dark locks fall over her back and down past her shoulder. She lifts her head to turn toward me, eyes wide open, and waiting for what torturous pleasures await her.

  She points her ass at me and wiggles it from side to side, inviting me to touch it.

  I let my eyes feast on the sight of her open pussy. I can almost see her juices dripping already; that’s how wet she is.

  My mouth is drawn to it, and I allow myself to feast on her juices. I’m not sure what Blake’s doing, but judging from Leila’s body position, he’s sucking on her tits.

  I cup my mouth over her juicy pussy and let my tongue dart in and out. I find her sweet spot and push against it.

  Her ass is pushing down on me as I keep sucking. My hands find and squeeze those cheeks of hers. In my own body, a raging fire of pleasure is ripping through me, and I fear I might melt with the intensity.

  I stop sucking and use my fingers to lube her asshole. It’s time for some real serious fucking.

  I rarely enter a chick’s ass, but this one’s begging to be taken.

  Slowly, I ease my over-eager cock into her, my hands gripping her ass cheeks and massaging them. She throws her head back and moves her hips.

  I push right in. It’s fucking tight, but my fucking cock’s loving it. Gently, I move in and out.

  “Is that all you’ve got?” Leila groans, and a combination of rage and lust grips me.

  My fingers dig into her flesh and I start to ram her like a pole digger.

  She’s breathing hard.

  Blake slides in under her and I can see his intention. He wants some of her fucking hot pussy.

  I help lower Leila onto Blake’s waiting cock. It’s a strange sensation to feel his cock so close to mine, but I’m so fucking turned on, I can’t and don’t want to think about it.

  Blake’s moving Leila up and down on him by holding on to her hips. I keep pushing in and out.

  It does not take long for us to get into a rhythm. I can feel her arch her back. Little beads of sweat have formed in the dimple she has just above her luscious ass. The heat between us could power an entire city for a year.

  Blake’s grunting and judging from the way his muscles are starting to tense. He may be just about ready to come.

  Leila also feels as if all of her muscles are starting to spasm in anticipation of an almighty orgasm.

  I know that once these two come, I won’t be far behind.

  “Fuck, you’re hot,” shouts Blake and shoots all of his cum into her pussy. I see Leila’s fingernails dig into his back.

  She is now riding her own climax. Her back arches more and her hips thrust back against me.

  As she’s pushing into me with all her power and might, I fall off the cliff and tumble into the abyss of absolute and total fucking pleasure. My spasm starts at the base of my spine and builds into a powerful crescendo as I shoot my load into her ass.

  As each wave of my own orgasm overcomes me, I grip her ass tighter and tighter until I’m spent.

  And still, I don’t want to pull out of this familiar spot. I feel like I’ve come home.

  From what I can tell, Blake’s still in her pussy as well.

  “Fuck, you know how to have sex,” mutters Blake, and I see him kiss her breasts.

  Finally, I pull out of her and lay down next to her after she rolls off Blake. Instinctively, my fingers find her pussy. It seems to still be pulsing. I push on her clit and enjoy the little vibrations I can feel. Leila’s riding her orgasmic wave. Her body is still shaking from the experience.

  Her hand travels down to my cock and rubs it gently. Her touch is so soft and tender.

  I lean over to kiss her. I take my time. Gently, my lips press down on hers and my tongue probes for entry.

  Our tongues meet and entwine. I use my free hand to travel up her back and push her into me. I feel her breasts against my chest, and I revel in the burning sensation from where her skin touches me.

  Time stands still and all I notice is her naked body against mine.

  It’s only when Blake speaks that I remember he’s still with us.

  Reluctantly, I let go of Leila and watch her turn to Blake.

  He might have said something about it being his turn, but I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention.

  I watch her kiss Blake and
play with the loose strands of her hair falling down her back.

  As I share the tender moment between her and Blake, I wonder how this will end.

  A Robertson and a McDaniel vying for the same prize—the girl.

  Tempus narrabo . Time will tell.

  Chapter 12

  Leila

  Seth’s limo is top notch and fully stocked. I pour myself a drink. Some aged scotch that I’m sure connoisseurs can tell a detailed story about. I rarely drink the hard stuff, but I’m celebrating.

  I stretch my arms to the ceiling and I find and press the button for the moonroof. I hear the gears turning as the thing slides open and cool fresh air pours down on me. This is the life .

  I kinda don’t want the drive to end, and I consider asking the driver if he would circle the block a few times, but I don’t; I have work to do.

  Beans & Moore is lit up. It’s after hours, and Chase is no doubt waiting for me there. He’s going to say he’s there to help me prep, but I know he just wants to hear the juicy details. I may give him some. Not all. Some.

  The limo comes to a stop outside my café. I finish my drink and take a deep breath. I straighten my dress, grab my clutch, and make sure my cell phone is there. I’m ready, I think. Ha. That’s what I told myself before .

  Chase opens the front door of the shop for me before I’m even half way there. His slouchie looks crooked on his head. He does that when he’s pretending to be hard at work. It’s a surprise he didn’t sprinkle himself with flour, too. Chase is such a character.

  I try not to, but I’m smiling ear to ear. Chase smiles back.

  He knows.

  “So…”

  “Yes?” I play coy.

  “Well… look at you. Looks like you had a good time on your date .”

  “Chase, it was a business meeting, remember? You booked it. It just happened to be at a fine restaurant is all. With two amazingly handsome men.”

  “Is all…” he says, crossing his arms and shooting me a look.

  I repeat. “Business meeting.”

  “Sure,” he says, drawing out the word. “Sure, it was.”

  I giggle . He knows. And I know he knows.

  “I need to get the last few batches in the oven. Then we can go home, okay?”

  “You sure you don’t need a shower first?”

  “Chase!”

  I walk into the back. It feels funny to be in the café dressed like this. I’m glad I keep an extra pair of tennis shoes here and plenty of aprons. It feels good to get out of my heels, and as I rub my arches, memories of the night flash in my mind.

  My body starts to tingle. It’s clear that I want more. I need more.

  Standing, I arch my back. I don’t need a shower. I need a long soak in a hot bath .

  “Chase, do we have any aspirin up front?” I shout.

  “Sure thing, boss. I’ll get you some.”

  “Thanks.”

  I put the new scones in the oven. It doesn’t even feel like work. Nothing does. I’m so happy, I can’t imagine feeling down again.

  I see Chase. He has a glass of water and my Motrin. He’s smiling, too. This feeling—it’s contagious.

  “You all right?” he asks.

  “Never better.”

  “Great.” He looks around. “The front looks great. Clean and ready for tomorrow morning.”

  “Excellent.” I smile. “I’ll be up front in a moment to check everything out. Tomorrow is going to be a great day.”

  Chase leaves, and I finish my work in the back. As soon as these are done baking, I can head home. But this is my home, too. This café—my café—it holds a special place in my heart, unlike any other.

  I walk to the front. Chase is right. The place is sparkling clean. I tear up. I’m just so happy.

  RING. RING. RING.

  “Hey, your clutch is ringing, Leila,” Chase says, and points at it vibrating on the counter.

  “I got it,” I say as I fish out my phone. “Hello?”

  It’s my dad. He normally doesn’t call this late at night.

  “Sweetie, just called to offer you my congratulations. I’ve been hearing and seeing your name all over the TV tonight. Turns out your little treats are a hit.”

  “Yes, Dad, my little treats are a hit.” I smile as I repeat it for Chase. “Thank you.”

  “I’m very proud of you, Leila. You’ve worked hard, and your business is growing because of all the effort you put into it. You really got the stuff, kid.”

  “Thanks, Dad.” Here come those tears again. I fight them off. I have so much to tell my father…and Chase. “Hey, more news. I met with Jacobs Worldwide and the McDaniel Corporation today. They both have offered partnerships. Can you believe that, Dad?”

  There’s a pause on the other line. I know my dad; he’s thinking. “Well, honey, you need to be careful.”

  “I know.”

  “I spent a lot of years as an accountant. I used to see this kind of thing all the time. A small business gets in bed with a big business and then loses all its rights.”

  “I’m not in bed with them.”

  Chase smirks. I know what he’s thinking so I point and wag my finger at him.

  “Well, in this partnership, make sure you don’t lose your rights to your scones. This deal could lead to you losing ownership—”

  I interrupt him there. “I’ll send all the paperwork to you first, Dad. I won’t sign anything until you’ve had a chance to read it.”

  “Good idea, honey.”

  “Anyway, I guarantee that’s not their goal. They just want to support my business and help it grow. I assure you, I want what’s best for this business and so do they.”

  “I hope you’re right. I trust your judgment.”

  “Thanks, Dad.”

  “Still…”

  I smirk. “Yes, I promise to send you all the paperwork first.”

  “Good girl.”

  “Night, Dad.”

  “Night, sweetie.”

  I hang up the phone. My dad means well, but my mind is set. I’m ready.

  I’m about to embark on a partnership with Blake and Seth. The possibilities are limitless.

  Chapter 13

  Blake

  My mind is not on the job.

  She’s everywhere.

  And my cock definitely remembers her pussy. Her tight, delicious pussy.

  Yesterday was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a long time.

  Maddie is typing on the computer, the tapping noise of the keyboard an annoying irritation in my otherwise blissful morning.

  Instead of asking her to leave, I decide to make a phone call.

  “Leila here,” her melodic voice is music to my ears, and I feel my insides start to burn with desire. Fuck she’s a turn-on.

  “Leila.” I smile. “How lovely to hear your voice.”

  I’m not sure, but I think Maddie raises an eyebrow into a perfect arch.

  “Just seeing how your day is going.” I cringe at my own words. When had I started to sound so fucking lame?

  “Busy. Thanks.” She sounds breathless. “How about you?”

  It could be better , I want to say, but I don’t. Should I say something like my cock is missing you? My eyes glance at Maddie, and I dismiss the idea as stupid.

  “I just wondered if you’d like to come and meet me later today?”

  There’s a brief hesitation, before she replies. “I’d love to.”

  “Great.” I breathe a sigh of relief. For a microsecond, I thought she was going to say no. “I’ll send a car to pick you up.”

  When I hang up, Maddie is looking at me with a furrowed brow.

  I shrug and give her my innocent ‘What did I do wrong?’ look.

  “What about your work ethic, Blake Jacobson?” Her voice is stern, as is her gaze.

  With a wave of my right hand, I dismiss her comment. “Life can’t be all work and no play.”

  Instead of a reply, she shuts the laptop and grabs her bag. “I
guess it’ll be short-lived then, like the rest of them.”

  Ouch, right below the belt. Who knew Maddie was keeping score?

  “This one might be different,” I counter and rub my hands together.

  This only earns me another raised eyebrow look. Those eyebrows are performing gymnastics routines this morning. Maddie ought to be careful or she’ll pull a muscle or something.

  “Really?” Maddie emphasizes every letter in the word. “I doubt it, particularly since I don’t think you’re any good at keeping relationships―and this one also happens to be a trio.”

  How had she heard already? Fucking staff must have blabbed about our meeting. Who will I need to fire, the cleaner or the wait staff?

  “Well, Maddie, you might just have to wait and see.”

  I dismiss thoughts of sacking anyone; it was bound to come out eventually, anyway.

  “I’ve got work to do.” Maddie makes for the door, where she turns toward me one last time. “Unlike some,” she says, and then she’s gone.

  With a shake of my head, I rummage around my desk. Fuck Maddie. I’ll show her how serious I am about Leila.

  And I know just how I’ll spoil that little vixen and get her to be fucking putty in my hands.

  When I find the stained, slightly ripped piece of paper, I put it in my pocket and head for the door. Time to hit the shops.

  I want to do right by Leila. And if there’s one thing going to impress a girl who’s into baking, it’s my grandma’s secret recipe.

  First, I make my gnocchi. I prepare my work surface. As I pour flour onto the marble, I picture the icing sugar on Leila’s face and my cock hardens.

  I lick my lips as I add the egg, and when my hands start mixing the ingredients together, my mind turns to Leila’s wet pussy, erect nipples, and her deliciously soft ass.

  With my eyes half-closed, I mold my perfect dough into bite-sized balls. Fuck. The way she had sucked on my balls the other night had been fucking out of this world.

  Quickly, I chop the chorizo sausage into smaller pieces before chopping tomatoes. I’m drooling as I’m working away.

  How many men had grandma seduced with this delicious meal? I wonder as I grab my large frying pan. Thank god she left me the recipe.