Only Me

by Vivian Ward

  Grabbing Logan’s hair, I pull him into me, longing to feel his lips planted firmly against mine as Oliver’s fingers occupy my tight space, bringing me closer to the edge.

  Feeling each of their stiff cocks pressing against me, I know that they’re both aching to be released much like I am.

  I break my kiss with Logan and suck in a deep breath of air, willing my body not to come.

  “Oh, we’ve got a fighter, huh?” Oliver purrs in my ear.

  He’s very good at manipulating my body, and the two of them can tell that I’m completely turned on.

  “I need you inside of me,” I say to both of them as I lean my head back against the edge of the hot tub.

  Logan knows exactly what to do, and I’ve never been more grateful for our amazing sex life and the fact that he knows my body so well.

  Letting go of me, I’m free to move about as Oliver reluctantly slides his fingers out of me. I use this as my opportunity to mount Oliver as I climb on top of him, facing him as the two of us begin a deep, passionate kiss.

  I’ve never felt so wanted by two men in my entire life.

  Lowering myself onto him, I allow him to slowly enter me and take his thick cock one inch at a time until he’s completely inside of me.

  “Fuck,” he hisses as soon as my hips grind his pubis.

  Even I can’t believe that he’s all the way inside of me. He’s a good eight to nine inches, and slightly larger than Logan who I sometimes have trouble taking.

  I’ve heard of stories where women had very low thresholds as far as how much of a cock they could take until their senses were extremely heightened. I always thought it was bullshit but now that I’m here—in this situation—I see how it’s completely possible.

  I begin slowly riding him, testing my limits until I can’t hold back any longer. I’m surprised Olly’s giving me anytime to get used to his size, but it doesn’t take long until he grabs my hips and begins thrusting himself into me, deeper and harder with each movement.

  From the corner of my eye, I glance over at my fiancé and watch his face as he watches me ride his managing partner. We remain in complete eye contact with every whimper and plead that escapes my lips.

  For the most part, he just strokes himself as he watches Oliver take me and have his way with my body—something that we all seem to be enjoying. But Logan isn’t a bystander for very long.

  He soon approaches me from behind with his cock in his hand when he and Oliver nod at each other, communicating an unspoken language between the two of them.

  Oliver slows his movements beneath me, allowing himself to be still inside of me. It’s only at this moment that I feel Logan spreading my cheeks apart, lining himself up with my ass.

  My eyes grow wide in fear as I’ve never had anal sex.

  I’ve read so many magazines where they’ve featured dozens of articles about how painful it is and ways to help ease the pain so that you and your partner can enjoy it, but right now I don’t have a way to prepare.

  Taking in a long, deep breath, I try to relax my body—one of the tips that I remember from one article in particular. The column said if you relax your body, your anus won’t be as tense or as tight as normal which is supposed to help ease the pain.

  Logan must feel my body loosening up as he holds onto my waist and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my opening.

  It hurts, and I want to say stop, but I refuse to unless it becomes too painful.

  Slowly, he begins to push himself inside of me, which increases the pressure and the pain.

  Oliver quickly begins kissing me before I can say a word and begins to slightly buck his hips beneath me. Somehow, the sensation of him fucking my pussy lessens the pain that I feel from Logan entering me.

  Before I know it, they’re both buried deep inside of me, and there is no pain. There’s just a complete sense of fullness, and it feels so good.

  “Ohh,” I cry out in pleasure as the two of them begin moving inside of me.

  They begin to work in a rhythm that allows one to push into me as the other pulls out of me, working both of my holes opposite of each other.

  It’s better than any feeling that I’ve ever had from any vibrator or toy on the market.

  And just when I think my pleasure can’t get any better, Oliver reaches down and takes my nipple into his mouth; sucking it and biting it which sends ripples of pleasure coursing through my body as both of them continue fucking me.

  “Faster,” I say to both of them.

  Logan digs his fingers deep into my hips and begins to fuck me faster from behind while Oliver presses his hands down on my shoulders, forcing himself deeper inside of me.

  “Oh, God,” Oliver says as I feel his cock beginning to swell.

  I know that he won’t last much longer; not with the way his cock is throbbing inside of me.

  “That’s it, fuck me good,” I hiss.

  I had no idea that those five words would send both of them into overdrive, but it does.

  Within minutes, Oliver’s cock begins to twitch and jerk inside of me, and I can feel his warm seed spraying inside of me while Logan’s cock begins to pulsate as well.

  Both of them come at the same time which is enough to push me over the edge. Unable to hold back any longer, I allow myself to let go and come all over Oliver’s cock.

  Completely spent, I collapse on top of Olly while Logan eases his way out of me and leans back against the edge of the hot tub, panting and breathless.

  “My, we have quite a naughty one tonight, don’t we?” Olly laughs. “You’re a lively one,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

  “Oh, you have no idea how good that felt,” I admit as I glance over at Logan.

  He can’t take his eyes off of me. They’re filled with lust and love, and it’s this moment when I know that we both enjoyed it.

  Chapter Twenty

  Logan

  We didn’t get to sleep until after 4 AM this morning because when we finally came home, we had sex twice before going to sleep.

  Something about last night set off something deep inside my brain, and I couldn’t get enough of her. It’s like we’d had sex for the first time even though we’ve been sleeping together since we were in college.

  I just wanted to make her mine, over and over again. There was just this constant need to be inside of her, to feel her wrapped around me, and to come inside of her.

  Ever since last night, all I want to do is imprint myself on her and let her know that she still belongs to me and that she’s my girl. Nothing will ever change that.

  And now that we’ve had our night of fun, I can honestly say that I’m glad that it happened. The sex that we had when we got home was so passionate and raw. I can’t speak for her, but I think she felt it, too. There was so much neediness from both of us, the complete desire to reunite and strengthen our bond.

  For a lot of other couples, something like this might have ripped them apart or ended their relationship, but not us. I could never end our relationship for something like that. Piper is my true love and means too much to me.

  As I lie here next to her, all I can do is think about how lucky I am.

  She’s an all-American beauty, and her heart belongs to me. I feel privileged to be her fiancé. We have the most amazing relationship that any couple could ask for.

  Stroking her back with my fingertips, her eyes flutter open, and she dons the biggest smile. Even with smeared makeup and messy hair, she still looks beautiful to me.

  “Good morning, gorgeous,” I smile back at her.

  “Morning,” she replies. “How long have you been staring at me while I slept?”

  “Not nearly long enough,” I kiss her cheek. “Are you hungry?”

  She moans as she rolls over and rubs her eyes.

  “Oh, I don’t know. I guess a little.”

  I playfully slap her leg as she tries to pull the sheets up over her head.

  “Well, get dressed. We’re goin
g to go out to breakfast and take Deb with us, unless you want to ditch your friend again,” I tease her.

  She pops up out of the bed with her mouth hanging open.

  “Shit! I forgot about her. I’m such a terrible friend,” she scrambles out of bed trying to find her clothes.

  I genuinely dislike when she puts clothes on. Her body is so perfect, regardless what she thinks.

  “And a terrible fiancée. I’m so sorry,” she starts to apologize, but that’s when I stop her dead in her tracks.

  I climb out of bed and wrap my arm around her waist as I use my free hand to put a finger over her lip to silence her. She couldn’t be more wrong. She’s perfect.

  “Shhh,” I hush her. “I don’t ever want to hear you apologize for last night. We both had quite a bit to drink, and I don’t regret it one bit.”

  Her lip begins to tremble as her eyes become watery and it kills me. I won’t let her regret it. She did—we did—nothing wrong.

  “Hey,” I cup her chin. “Babe, what happened last night was magnificent. It was so hot, and I don’t want you to feel bad about it. Ford has a way with the ladies that no man has any right to, but somehow he can make himself look more appealing than he actually is. Last night was just a bit of fun, okay?”

  She shakes her head and pulls close to me, forcing me to embrace her.

  I know that right now she might feel bad about what happened, but I don’t want her to feel that way. If it takes me standing here holding her against me all day to assure her that I still love her and that we’re okay, then that’s exactly what I’ll do. To hell with her friend and the rest of the world. I’m going to give her exactly what she needs.

  “But—but it was your boss. For fuck’s sake, it was your boss. I can never show my face around him again.”

  “No, don’t you dare talk like that. He’s probably already forgotten about it. It’s water under the bridge.”

  I don’t dare tell her that I’m pretty sure this is the initiation process for becoming a partner at the firm. I don’t want her to feel cheap or used. I want her to remember it as a night of fun because that’s how I remember it.

  Holding her against my chest, I pet her head and kiss her hair. She’s the most precious thing in the world to me, and I won’t let her feel any other way. I’m determined to convince her of this.

  “But Logan, I told you how attracted to him that I was and how we had that secret meeting and everything. How can you not be mad at me?”

  A chuckle escapes my throat before I can make myself stop. Sometimes she can be so dramatic about things.

  “Pipes? Are you kidding me? Come here,” I pull her against me, holding her tighter. “Do you for one minute think that I believe that you only came to that party for him? For his benefit? None of what happened last night was planned. It just kind of….happened. You did what mattered to me—to us. That’s what you need to remember.”

  She looks baffled and relieved. Staring up at me, her big doe eyes slowly begin to register that everything is okay and how much I love her.

  “Did you know that I have the best fiancé in the universe? How did I get so lucky and get you?” she kisses my chest and nestles her head against me.

  “Funny, I was going to say the same thing.”

  I hold her for a few more minutes before the rumbling of her stomach breaks our silence and we both laugh.

  “So, are you ready to grab your friend and go get some breakfast? Your stomach sounds like it’s going to eat itself.”

  “Yeah, let me throw on some clothes and go see if she’s awake.”

  On Monday morning, I walk into the office to find my desk completely empty. My computer, all my files, my mug, everything is gone.

  “What the hell happened? Where did all of my stuff go?” I ask Lester and Pardo.

  They both ignore me with scours on their faces before turning their backs to me.

  It might be a hot day in August, but a chill runs down my spine as I stand in the center of the air conditioned room. Nobody will answer me and tell me where any of my things have gone.

  I turn to our team of paralegals and ask them if they know, but everyone just shrugs and gets back to work. They’re all acting like I don’t exist.

  Panic and anger set in.

  I wonder if Ford got what he wanted and is getting rid of me? Is that what this is? Maybe they’ve all been instructed not to speak to me if they’re going to let go of me.

  I want to turn around and punch the wall, but I decide it’s best if I keep my composure. If that is the case and they’re letting me go, the last thing I want is for them to tell other law offices that I’m a hot head because I’m not.

  Just as I’m about to walk down the hallway to Ford’s office, his secretary appears and stops dead in her footsteps as soon as she sees me.

  Her eyes grow wide, and then a smile slowly creeps on her face.

  “Mr. Kraft, you’re here,” she says, clearing her throat. “We weren’t sure what time you were coming in today. Could you come with me, please?”

  My blood is beginning to boil.

  I begin to follow her as I make my way past the icy common area that I once shared with the other senior associates, and still, none of them will give me the time of day.

  Lester and Pardo refuse to even look at me as I continue following Kelly.

  When we near Ford’s office, she stops and spins on her heel as she turns to face me.

  “Mr. Kraft,” she begins. “I just wanted to say congratulations!”

  She grabs the door handle on her right and opens the door where I find my brand new office. My computer, files, mug and everything, are neatly displayed on the desk which sits in front of a large, open window that has the blinds drawn.

  “Yeah, congratulations,” Ford walks in and pats my back. “I’m proud to announce that you’ve officially made partner and had Kelly put your office across from mine old boy. If you need anything, let Kelly know. We’re hiring you your own legal secretary just like the other associates, but Kelly is still working on filling that position. In the meantime, feel free to use her if you need to.”

  I’m completely stunned.

  But it does explain why Lester and Pardo refused to speak to me when I came in. They’re pissed that I made partner and they didn’t.

  Well, fuck them.

  “Thank you, Mr. Ford,” I say, shaking his hand. “I appreciate it.”

  “Call me Oliver,” he winks at me and pats my arm. “Welcome aboard.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Piper

  As we stand in front of the altar, I can’t believe that I’m marrying my best friend.

  He looks so handsome in his tuxedo, and everything has turned out so perfectly today. Deb and Meagan made sure everything was under control and handled any and all problems. In fact, they didn’t even tell me if there was a problem.

  All of my bridesmaids look fantastic in their gorgeous lavender dresses, and Deb looks absolutely stunning in her royal purple gown. Her dress is a bit different from the rest of the girls so that she’d stand out more.

  And all of the groom's men look very handsome. Even my niece and nephew look adorable as the flower girl and ring bearer. This day couldn’t be any more perfect.

  “Do you, Piper, take Logan to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health?”

  I’ve never heard a better question in my entire life, and next to being proposed to, I’ve always wanted to hear those words.

  “I do,” I answer.

  The minister turns to Logan and repeats the same question.

  Beaming down at me, he also responds with, “I do.”

  Once we complete the ring exchange, the minister continues on until the ceremony is complete and announces to Logan that he may kiss the bride.

  Both of our friends and families cheered us on and eagerly greeted us outside of the church by blowing bubbles where we made our escape in a limo.

  “How does
it feel to be Mrs. Kraft?” Logan asks, sliding his arms around me in the backseat as the driver takes us to the reception.

  “It feels good,” I kiss him. “How does it feel to have a wife?”

  “I’m getting used to it,” he hugs me. “But I’ll let you know what I think in about a year or so.”

  “Hey!” I punch him in the arm. “You take that back.”

  He laughs and hugs me again. “I take it back.”

  Everyone is having so much fun at our reception. After we do our toast and our first dance together, we mingle in the crowd to thank everyone for coming.

  Oliver came to both the ceremony and the reception and even brought a date. She’s a cute little thing and about 20 years his junior!

  Logan had mentioned to me that Olly was dating a woman, but I had no idea that she was even younger than I was. It’s kind of crazy when you think about it, but I don’t blame her. She’s smart.

  He’s a good looking man with quite a bit of money and has the kind of reputation around town that nobody in their right mind would mess with you. I guarantee that if either of them got pulled over and the cop figured out who they stopped, it would be a warning and an apology.

  Hopefully, Logan and I can be in that position someday. He’s a hard worker and an excellent attorney, so I have no doubt that he’ll get there. Everything takes time.

  “May I have this dance?” Logan’s dad asks me.

  “Why sure!” I take his hand and stroll out onto the dance floor.

  “I’m proud of you kids,” he says to me. “You’ve put together the perfect wedding. Everything is so beautiful, and now that you two are finally married, you’re officially my new daughter.”

  I love Logan’s dad. He’s a very good man to have as a father-in-law. He’s so warm and inviting, and you can tell that all he wants is for us to both be happy.

  “Thanks, dad,” I say to him. “I’m glad you like everything.”

  “Oh sweetheart, I love it. Oh, by the way,” he pulls away as the song comes to an end. “We want you kids to have this.”