by Poppy Parkes
All the while, Duncan’s shadow never moves, never turns away. I wonder if he’s breathing as hard as I am, if he wants me or is disgusted by me.
I know it’s wrong, that Duncan is off-limits, but I don’t care.
I have to know.
I need to if my sexy bodyguard is hot for me.
Still shuddering from my orgasm, I sit up in bed and reach an open hand for him.
Like I broke a spell that was keeping him trapped, Duncan is inside in an instant.
A moment ago my heart was pounding from desire. And it still is. But now there’s fear mixed in with the lust.
What the hell have I done?
Duncan must be angry, furious that I would try to seduce him. What a child he must think I am, a stupid, silly child.
Back stick straight, I clutch the blankets to my chest, trying to convince my throbbing clit that it’s time to back the hell off and take a chill pill for one fucking second.
Duncan strides across my loft, closing the space between us like a carnivore closing in on his prey.
I’d be lying if I said the fear I feel at his approach didn’t make me hornier.
He stands in my doorway, one arm on the frame. When he speaks, his voice is rough, strained. “You wanted me?” He sounds as if he doesn’t believe his own words.
I consider lying, or screaming, or just getting up and running for it.
But then I’d always wonder what could have happened this night.
Besides, my parents would be fucking incensed if I drove away the security they just hired.
So I tell the truth.
“I did.” My voice is a whisper. “I do.”
He enters my bedroom carefully, gait no longer confident. “And what,” he says as he stands over me, breath short, “did you want me for, Aria Mack?”
There’s sadness in his words that threatens to break my heart even though the challenge he’s issuing is perfectly clear.
I tremble as I make my decision and speak.
“I — I want . . . um, well . . . uh, you.” I stutter like the ridiculous teenager I am.
But I’m not just a teen. I’m also almost twenty, and a legal adult who can make her own choices and pursue whatever — and whomever — she wants.
What I want right now is this man.
Even though my voice trembles like a little girl, I peel the bedcovers back like a woman.
“Here,” I say, meeting his wide eyes and praying that I won’t regret this moment for the rest of my life. “I want you here.” I smooth my palm over the bed next to me.
Duncan drops to his knees with a growl that arrows straight to my core. “Are you saying,” he demands, eyes blazing even in the darkness, “that you want me to — to be intimate with you?”
His words show his age. To be intimate with me? It sounds so archaic.
And it lights my fire.
I nod. It’s such an innocent, innocuous movement. Boringly common, actually. But in this moment, it is weighty with meaning and worry and want.
He reaches across the bed for me, his two hands finding my hips beneath the covers and pressing strong fingers into their soft flesh.
“I’m not the man I once was.” He grunts his warning through gritted teeth. “I don’t know that I can give you what you want.”
“All I want is for you to touch me.” My voice shakes but my hands don’t as I push back the blankets covering my bare pelvis. “Will you touch me?”
A guttural sound tears from my bodyguard’s throat as he throws himself into the bed next to me, clasping me to his muscular form. It rips an unconscious bleat of alarm with me, to be suddenly crushed to him so roughly.
But an instant later, his lips are on my throat and his fingers are burrowing into the downy hair of my mound, and I know — I’m his, for the night or forever, to do with me as he likes.
His short, stubbled beard is rough on my face as his lips find mine. He demands as much as he gives, making my hips buck into his touch like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Tugging down the top of my nightie, he finds a pert breast, nipple ready and waiting for him. He takes the whole thing in his mouth with a sigh that tugs at my heart even while he sends me spiraling higher.
His teeth nip at my jaw when he plunges two fingers into my vagina, thumb at my clit. He touches something inside me that I didn’t quite know existed, something that makes lightning strike in my low belly and electricity course through my veins.
My toes arch and my hips lift as Duncan ignites a climax accompanied by gasping howls that I distantly realize are my own.
But I need more. Even while my vulva pulses with beautifully violent orgasm, I peel and push at Duncan’s clothing, aching for his skin to be flush against mine.
“I want you inside me,” I rasp as he assists me with his suit. “Will you? Will you?” I chant the words like they’re an incantation.
Duncan freezes. “I told you I’m not the man I once was,” he says slowly.
“I don’t care,” I hiss.
He shakes his head. “You don’t even know what I mean.”
I scowl. “Then tell me.”
“There was an accident, years ago . . .” He shakes his head, then gestures at his crotch. “It ruined me.”
I follow his gesture with my eyes. It’s true that there’s no discernible bulge in his pants. But I refuse to believe that the man who just gave me the best orgasm of my life with only his fingers wouldn’t be able to give me more.
Moving my hand to his pelvis, I cup my hand over his privates. Admittedly, what I feel is small and short — but there’s still hardness.
Keeping my eyes on his, ready to stop at a moment’s notice, I unbuckle his belt and open his pants. He leans back and helps me to tug them down, fully revealing himself to me. I drop my gaze to inspect him.
There’s a scar, an ugly one, searing across his low belly and down the inside of one thigh. His cock — well, he’s right, it’s not what I would have expected. It bears the scar too, so much so that I flinch to consider what the injury that caused it must have looked and felt like when it was new.
But his dick still stands upright for me, short and mangled as it is. And it’s thick, with a circumference that makes my heart strum with a cocktail of desire and nerves.
I find his eyes again. His jaw is flexed with the fear of my expected rejection even while his eyes remain hooded with desire.
I wrap my hand around his short, fat penis. “Please.” I don’t utter the single syllable as a question, but as a demand. A challenge.
One which he rises to.
Seizing me by the hips, he sits upright and pulls me onto his lap, my legs wrapping around his back. We fumble for a breathless moment, and then I feel him nudging inside me, stretching my lips wide.
He arches up into me, and god, he feels good. I don’t know how or why, but already my next orgasm is cresting as he ruts into me, the bone at the apex of his cock hitting my clit just right.
And sure, he might be short in the dick department. But I don’t miss it, not with his girth forcing me open wider than I would’ve thought possible.
I grind down onto him, meeting him thrust for sweaty, gasping thrust, losing myself to our urgent rhythm.
Finn
I travel the perimeter of the Mack property, every sense straining to pick up any disturbance from within or outside the iron fencing.
But the night is quiet. The paparazzi have dispersed, no doubt because they know Aria never goes out at night anymore — well, at all, really, but particularly in the evening.
It’s because it’s so quiet that I hear the faint noise — something between a scream and sigh. It’s muted, but loud and thick.
And it’s coming from Aria’s loft.
Every nerve standing at attention, I stride toward the garage that’s crowned with her apartment. My heart’s galloping. I wonder what I’ll find inside.
As I move, I scan the area, looking for my partner. But Duncan is nowhere to
be seen.
I frown. This isn’t like him. The man is meticulous, always handling a situation before I’m even fully aware of it.
He’s never just absent.
The fact that he is now makes my blood pump even faster. The perimeter might have been breached, Duncan is possibly compromised, and the safety of Aria Mack is all up to me.
I charge up the stairs to her door, taking the steps two at a time.
Hesitating for a moment at the threshold, I examine the apartment through the door’s window. Nothing seems amiss.
Then I spy movement from the bedroom, and I hear the sound again, but louder.
The time for hesitation has ended. I burst into the loft, drawing my pistol as I cross to the bedroom.
I hear the gasps and mewls as I do, but they don’t quite register until I’m standing in the bedroom’s doorway, watching my boss fuck my client.
I should be shocked, appalled.
I should turn away in disgust and make immediate plans to look for other work.
But instead the sight of Aria riding Duncan, her delicate nightgown hitched up to reveal her sweet ass as she comes down on my boss again and again makes me instantly hard.
I holster my pistol.
The sound makes Duncan’s eyes fly open, his muscles tightening in case he needs to be ready for action. But all he sees is me.
His forehead turns crimson, eyes bugging, and he stops jutting his hips up into our client.
Noticing his alarm, Aria peeks over her shoulder, hair cascading over her shoulder blades.
I’m overcome again by her beauty even as her body’s sheathing my boss. I wouldn’t be surprised to see angel wings sprouting from her back — that’s how exquisite she is.
Her cheeks pink as her gaze meets mine. Those succulent lips part in shock as her hips still.
And then, with a deliberateness that sends chills chasing up and down my torso backbone, she resumes her pelvic motion. She rocks slowly onto and over Duncan, eyes never leaving mine.
If I thought I was hard before, that was nothing compared to what’s happening in my pants now. I swear my cock might burst through my zipper with how angry with need she’s making it — and me.
Slowly, as if I’m trying not to startle a frightened fawn, I slip out of my jacket. Next, I loosen my tie, then unbutton and shrug out of my shirt and let both fall to the floor.
But Aria’s no fearful fawn. She does not falter or flinch as she watches me undress.
So I peel my undershirt off and discard that too. Now I’m standing in just my shoes and tented slacks, watching my middle-aged boss grinding up into our teenaged client.
Why the fuck is this making me so hot? Shouldn’t I be yelling at them to stop and get a hold of themselves, not unbuckling my belt?
Her brown eyes dart over the toned muscles of my chest. A smile curves the corners of her mouth upwards as she watches me open my pants. My dick rockets out, straining against my boxers, demanding that I join in their fun.
Caressing the back of Duncan’s neck, Aria reaches out a hand — for me.
I swear my heart stops beating for a full moment.
This is the stuff that dreams are made of.
And yet it’s happening in real life.
I think, anyway. I might have died and gone to heaven.
Not that I care. Living or dead, there’s only one thing I can do.
I get over my shock and give in to my desire to join these two in bed.
I kneel on the mattress behind Aria. Her back brushes my chest as Duncan pumps into her. His eyes are on me, but I know my boss — his attention is all on her.
Aria leans into me, and both she and Duncan gasp at the new sensations the shifted angle brings. I support her with my torso as my hands explore the velvet-soft flesh of her belly, her breasts, her throat. Her head rocks back onto my shoulder, her ass nudging my cock, when I reach between the girl and the grizzled man to swirl a finger over her clit.
Her voice rends the air as her pelvis juts forward, rolling like the ocean. I drop my lips to her neck and shower her with kisses in reward for how fast she climaxed once I touched her.
A moment later, Duncan growls through gritted teeth and, with what must be the strength and self-control of ten men, pulls from Aria’s cave and blasts her belly with ropes of cum.
I feel my eyes bug at my first glimpse of his dick. I try to force my face into something like unconcerned nonchalance over the state of him.
He told me not long after hiring me about the incident that robbed him of most of his manhood. But of course I’d never seen it.
And while Aria certainly seems more than pleased with his performance, given how roughly she was riding him when I first entered, I can see how an injury like that would mess with a man’s head. I’d be devastated to have to live with something like that. It gives me even more respect for Duncan that he has, with zero complaint.
He’s a stolid sort of man. But I know him well enough that I can see the emotion welling behind his lust. The fact that a sweet young thing like Aria would take him into her bed so enthusiastically must mean everything to him.
Aria turns to me, driving all thoughts of Duncan out of my head — other than the fact, of course, that we’re sharing this exquisite woman. It’s impossible, yet somehow feels inevitable. I first fell for her through her music, and now I get use my body to show her what she means to me.
I take her in my arms, crushing her form to mine as Duncan leans back and watches, toying with his scarred but satisfied dick.
She gives herself to me, melting into me even as she circles her hips against my hardness. I flinch and groan into her mouth at this, and I don’t miss Duncan’s knowing smirk at how ready to blow I am. It only makes me kiss her all the harder, dropping my hand to her soft thatch to bring even more pleasure her already-used but still-ravenous bud.
Aria
There’s not a thought in my mind about what comes after this moment, what my parents will think, if the paparazzi will find out.
There probably should be.
But all I can think about is how much I want these men — my bodyguards, bought for my protection but delivering so much more.
To, like, my clit.
And my vagina.
And every cell in my body.
Finn clasps me to him, draping me backward over his chest. I can feel his pecs, his abs, his dick stabbing into my butt cheek, hot and hungry.
This is all new to me, having two men at once, but it feels so right.
I don’t know why.
I don’t care why.
I just want them, Duncan and Finn, for as long as they’ll give themselves to me.
Finn’s hands fly over my body, plucking at my clit here, twisting at my nipple there. I’m like a cello in his hands and he’s playing me expertly, all while Duncan looks on.
The older man sits back against the headboard, absentmindedly playing with himself. His eyes rove my body as it reacts to Finn’s touch. I gasp and flex and moan in response to his hands moving over me.
And then, just when I’m about to beg for more, Finn’s fingers dive inside me. I arch against him, giving him greater access, allowing him to move deeper. He takes advantage of this. Duncan’s hand moves faster over himself as Finn does so.
Finn’s spiraling his fingers over my clit, urging me toward another dizzying climax. My head swims and my insides clench and he gets me there. My bedroom fills with a cacophony of my screams of pleasure.
Then Finn bends me over so that my face hovers next to Duncan’s, his breath warm and comforting on my cheeks. I know what comes next — Finn’s sword sheathing itself in my hilt.
If I’m going to get fancy about it.
I guess I wax poetic when I’m aroused as fuck.
I wiggle my ass and push back into Finn’s hips. I feel his cock, ready to spear me. Looking back over my shoulder, I meet his eyes and take my bottom lip in my teeth, arching a brow in invitation.
He’s insid
e me in an instant. I’m already so slick with my juices that there’s no resistance, no need to readjust or recalibrate. There’s just Finn, filling me, reaching depths that Duncan couldn’t.
They’re the perfect pairing, some detached part of my mind thinks as Finn takes me from behind, thrusting with abandon.
Duncan is wide and Finn is long.
Duncan is old and experienced while Finn is young and wild.
Together, they give me everything a girl could want.
I’m a lucky girl.
I emit a guttural groan as Finn plunges ever harder into my cavern, working my insides with his cock as he twists both my nipples between his fingers. Duncan rakes his fingers through my hair, both comforting me and urging me higher. The older man’s breath comes in heaving gulps while Finn’s is concentrated, focused on controlling himself until he’s gotten what he wants out of me.
As I hit yet another climax, I wonder what it means that I’ve orgasmed so many times tonight between my two bodyguards.
Am I a whore?
Is this bad?
What kind of nineteen-year-old sleeps two guys at once and loves every minute of it?
I don’t care, I decide. They are mine and I am theirs, for as long as they want me.
As Finn yanks himself from me and spews his seed over my back and hair, groaning in such a manly way that my used gash pulses, I hope that it’s a long fucking time.
Epilogue
Aria
I don’t know how we evaded the prying eyes of the paparazzi. But somehow we did.
And now we’re free, and I couldn’t be happier.
Not too long after our first tryst, I moved in with Duncan. Finn visited often. If he’d met anyone with prying questions, he would have told them it was for business.
But me and Duncan and Finn know his presence at the older man’s home isn’t for business — it’s for pleasure. And love.
Before long, Finn moved in too.
And now we’re a family.
An unlikely family, sure, but somehow it works. Duncan stretches me, makes me fear for my pussy even while I beg him for more. Finn takes me higher, plumbing depths I didn’t know I had.