by Abby Angel
Fuck, it should be mandatory for every woman to be fucked like this at least once in their lives. And, now that I’ve tried it, I’m completely hooked on it. I don’t want this moment to end; I want it to last forever! I want to remain frozen in time, Lucas’s cock inside of my mouth and Ares’s deep inside my pussy.
I don’t even feel it coming; the moment I realize what’s happening, fireworks are already going off behind my eyelids. I fall into pleasure’s web like a tiny defenseless fly, my arms flailing as the most intense orgasm I have ever felt explodes inside of me. My pussy is spasming around Ares’s cock and, even though I feel the urge to moan and scream like a banshee, I simply can’t bring myself to take Lucas’s cock out of my mouth. As it is, I go even deeper, Lucas’s cock scratching at the back of my throat as my pussy is consumed by a raging inferno. My unconscious mind takes the wheel, kicking whatever was left of my rational mind to the curb.
"I’m not the only person in this room," I whisper to Lucas as his shaft pops out of my mouth, not fully understanding the meaning behind my own words. But Lucas has understood them well enough, it seems. He looks at Ares, pent-up desire bubbling up to the surface, and then goes around Ares and I.
I look back over my shoulder at the two men, my heart racing so fast I wouldn’t be surprised if it simply stopped altogether. Are they really going to do it?
"Ares…" I hear Lucas’s voice, its tone hesitant. My eyes go to Ares and I see him pursing his lips; I can almost feel the gears turning inside his head. In the end, he simply throws his arm back and grabs Lucas by the cock. He starts stroking him backhandedly, his cock still deep inside of me. With each stroke of his, Lucas seems to draw closer; it doesn’t take long for Ares to let go of him, and for Lucas to be kneeling right behind his sworn enemy.
Yes, they’re going to do it. Oh God, it’s really happening. I’m completely hypnotized; I don’t even blink.
Lucas runs both his hands down Ares’s back, resting them over his ass cheeks. He squeezes Ares’ ass eagerly, and I see his forearm moving in a way that leaves no space for doubts: he’s brushing his fingers over Ares’s crack. The other man grits his teeth and closes his eyes, and I just know that Lucas has slid one finger inside Ares’s ass.
Then, Lucas takes his hand to his mouth and spits into it, placing it once again over Ares’s ass. As his fingers hook themselves on Ares’s waist, I have to bite my lower lip as I anticipate what he’s going to do.
"Fuck," Ares groans, closing his eyes as Lucas feeds one inch of cock into his ass.
I thrust my hips back, forcing Ares to focus on me. As his eyes open up, I grin at him, my heart pumping lust through my veins once again. What, did you think I was going to let these two have all the fun? No way. I want in on the action.
"More, Ares, I want more," I whisper at him. The moment I say it, he starts to thrust once again as I buck my hips at him. I look over his shoulder at Lucas and I exhale sharply as I see him thrusting hard.
With a perfect flow, we thrust into each other as if we were one. And we are one … right now, Daphne, Lucas and Ares have faded away. All that’s left is this rope of pleasure that ties us together, making it impossible to know where one body starts and the other ends.
As I feel Ares’s rhythm stalling, I lean forward and pull his cock out of me. I roll to the side and, now facing him, place my arms over his shoulders as I lay down on the floor. I move closer to him and grab his cock, guiding it toward my pussy. Bending over and into me, it doesn’t take long for us to be slapping our hips against each other again, Ares’ body pinned between mine and Lucas’. With a heavy sigh, I start to rock my body against his, matching the sway of Lucas’s thrusts. In a way, Ares is the luckiest one; he gets to fuck and to be fucked. Now that’s some serious privilege, if you ask me.
My throat is sore, but the urge to moan is so intense that I just have to do it. The sound of my voice fills the whole room, blending in with the sound of Lucas’s thighs hitting Ares’s ass. Even though the two sounds are as different as they could be; they're a perfect match.
We keep fucking feverishly, thick drops of sweat pooling on my forehead and temples. I feel the salty drops slide down my cheeks and over my lips, the flavor of my own effort like a vicious perfume.
"I’m close," Lucas suddenly says, his face framed with self-control and a desire to let go. I smile at him, telling him that it’s okay, that I want him to come and that I want him to do it right now.
And that’s exactly what he does.
He grits his teeth and thrusts as hard as he can inside Ares’s ass; Ares lets out a harsh moan, burying his cock inside my pussy with a brutish thrust of his hips. Lucas closes his eyes then, succumbing to a vicious orgasm. I can only imagine what’s going through his mind right now. Ares is probably the first man he has been with … it’s actually a funny and endearing thought, to realize that these two are actually virgin when it comes to men.
In the end, Lucas pulls out from Ares, stumbling backward. In a fraction of a second, Ares starts fucking me with an uncontrollable ferocity, his cock coming and going in and out of me so fast that I’m sure Einstein’s theorems don’t even apply anymore.
I throw myself back on the floor, simply trying to breathe as Ares demolishes my body as no one has ever done before. Trust me, I’ve fucked both men the past few days, and this intensity is unlike anything I have ever experienced.
I just have to open my eyes and take one good look at him to know why; after having Lucas’s cock inside his ass and now feeling cum dripping down his own legs, Ares’s body has unleashed a raging river of lust. And I’m it’s recipient.
He fucks me relentlessly until I simply can’t take it anymore. I claw at the floor, flailing my arms as my brain turns into mush and my body surrenders to Apocalypse. I scream loud enough to shatter glass, all of my limbs feeling the deep stabs of pleasure as Ares gives one final thrust and explodes at the same time as me.
I go from screaming to moaning, my inner walls taking in the warm fountain of cum that Ares unleashes inside of me. I arch my back, Ares’s cock pulsing furiously and gushing an endless stream of semen. It doesn’t take long for his cum to start dripping out of my pussy and onto his cock. Even so, he only moves when that violent wave of ecstasy recedes back.
Breathing hard and unable to speak, all I can do is watch as Ares kneels between my legs; Lucas moves forward as well, kneeling next to Ares, and I open my legs wide so that I can accommodate both men.
I shiver as Lucas leans into me, his tongue darting out of his mouth and licking Ares’ cum as it drips down my folds. He scoops a thick strand of it and, following his lead, Ares leans forward and does the same, taking his own cum into his mouth. He presses his lips against my pussy, licking it dry, and then turns to Lucas; the two men kiss, their lips glistening with cum, and I feel my heart tightening up inside my chest. As their tongues dance around each other, I watch as semen flies from one’s mouth to the other.
Ares pulls back then, swallowing the cum he has inside his mouth, and sits down on the floor. He throws his head back, his eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath.
"This was…" I start, but soon realize that there are no words to describe what has just happened.
"Yeah…" Lucas nods, an easy smile on his lips. "It was."
Looking from him to Ares, I can’t help but smile as well. Perfect—that’s the word I was looking for.
This was perfect.
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Frantic negotiations took place this weekend behind closed doors, sources reported as the various parties embroiled in the acquisition fight for Union Airlines attempted to come to a resolution.
Complicating matters was the United States Government, which upped the ante substantially late in the weekend, raising the price for making Union Airlines a nationalized airline to $1.1 trillion.
Offering $100
billion more than either Carter Jeffries or Strong Capital sent shares of both companies plummeting on Wall Street as investors began to realize that both Lucas Blake and Ares Strong were beginning to tussle with the United States Federal Reserve.
"It’s one thing to be the big dog on Wall Street," a source close to the negotiations commented on the condition of anonymity due to his proximity to the current negotiations. "But when you’re going up against Uncle Sam, you gotta remember that the government doesn’t die. They’ll fight you forever, one President after another. One SEC Commissioner after another. The individual people will die, but the crusade will live on. You really want that kind of enemy?"
Sources were quick to point out additionally that both Carter Jeffries and Strong Capital were at the point where they were close to extending the full range of their credit facilities.
"I mean, there may not be much more left that either company can borrow to match the Government," a banker close to the negotiations commented under anonymity. "There literally may not be enough money left in the marketplace to take on the level of risk that Ares Strong or Lucas Blake are proposing. And if there were, the interest rate on such loans would be astronomically high; it would make borrowing money prohibitive."
No company in the history of organized takeovers has ever been valued at the level that Union Airlines is currently seeing. The highest to date prior to the buyout negotiations was Apple, and then Alibaba, which were both valued at $575 billion and $600 billion dollars. Both lost the market capitalization with normal downturns in the stock market.
Indeed the artificially high valuation of Union Airlines is due in part to the unique nature of the relationship between Ares Strong, Daphne Kane, and Lucas Blake. Two men, driven and focused on always getting what they want, have carved out respective kingdoms in different corners of Wall Street. But when they go head to head, neither man knows how to lose graciously. Complicating matters even more is a possible romantic entanglement between Ms. Kane and one or both of the gentlemen in question.
"Money and sex have never made for good criteria for making decisions," the banker commented. "And in the case of these two men, with such powerful appetites and even more powerful egos who have literally never lost at anything, all it does is cause a situation where things get escalated until they explode."
It remains to be seen how much farther the escalation will continue until the inevitable explosion.
Ares
Dirty Destiny—swear to God, this is the best fucking place in New York. It’s like my second home. And, really, can you fucking blame me? More hot girls per square meter than any other place on Earth, and every single one of them eager to get in my pants; it’s like Heaven on fucking Earth.
I stroll inside the place with my head held high, and a few of the girls nod my way as they see me come in. The club is packed (as it always is), almost every single table and booth taken, and there are three women up on the gigantic stage, each one of them dancing around a tall pole. Exactly the kind of show I fucking love.
I make a beeline toward the stairway that leads to the VIP floor, and the bouncer nods at me and pulls the red rope cordoning the stairs. I don’t even need to say a fucking word; everyone in here knows who I am, from the strippers to the bouncers and bartenders. If you think that’s worthy of note, think again; I’m a fucking billionaire, and one of the most eligible bachelors in the U.S.—of course everyone knows who Ares Strong is. Of course, the fact that I’m a regular helps matters considerably.
Climbing the stairs two at a time, I glance around the VIP floor, squinting my eyes as they try to adjust to the dim lights in here. Lucas is sitting in one of the spacious booths and, as soon as I see him, I start walking toward him.
"Punctual as always," I grin, sitting down by his side on the leather couch that lines the wall and pulling the booth’s red curtain, sheltering us from prying eyes.
"And you… Late as always," he says, a light frown on his face.
"That’s my modus operandi," I shrug and, with a sigh, he allows an easy smile to replace his frown. Good.
You’re probably wondering what the two of us are doing together, right? And in a strip club, of all places. Well, I was the one suggesting Dirty Destiny as a place where we could meet (offices fucking bore me to death), and as to the reason why we’re meeting… Well, let’s just say that it’s time we bury the hatchet. I mean, after what happened in Daphne's’ office, it’s the logical thing to do, right? We’ve been holding a grudge for too fucking long, and I guess that we needed Daphne to act as a bridge between the two of us.
"So, you’ve heard," he starts, forcing us to dive straight into business.
"I’ve heard," I nod. I mean, who hasn’t fucking heard? Ever since that fucking asshole Seymour said that the government was willing to pony up a $1.1 trillion that the press has gone fucking bananas. No wonder, an offer of that size is completely fucking insane. It’s something completely unheard of.
"There’s no way we can top that." Lucas leans back against the couch and crosses his legs, looking at me as if he expects me to have the fucking solution to all our problems. Well, lucky for him, I might have it; yeah, I’m fucking awesome like that.
"No. There’s no way we can afford a price tag like that."
Except we can. And that’s why I decided to meet with Lucas.
"What’s on your mind, Ares?"
"It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? We have to work together," I tell him, and my heart starts racing the moment the words leave my fucking mouth. I can’t believe I’m actually suggesting we work together. I mean, just few days ago we were willing to almost kill each other over Daphne, and now… Now Daphne has turned the chessboard upside down, and now we’re all playing in the same fucking team.
Besides, how can I hate him after what happened between the three of us? Because, fuck it, it wasn’t just about sex (although it was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had). No, I’m not about to turn into some fucking pansy and start writing poems and love songs and shit, but I gotta tell you, what happened between us forged a connection. Or, more than that, it brought to light a connection that was already there.
"Me and you, working together," he muses, a slight smile on his face. "Now that’s something I wasn’t expecting to hear from you…"
"Why? Is it that fucking surreal? We used to be friends, Lucas. We used to trust each other." I lower my voice then, memories of long ago flashing behind my eyelids. Memories that I’ve tried to bury for years.
"That was a long time ago, Ares… And you remember what happened then," he says, sorrow tainting his words.
"Of course I remember. How could I ever forget?" I whisper and, holding my breath, I reach for him and place my hand on top of his. "But it’s time we move on. It’s time we trust again." I squeeze his fingers in mine, my eyes locked on his. "Trust me."
He squeezes my hand, and I can almost feel the air around us growing warmer. My eyes fall down to his lips and my heart starts kicking fast against my ribcage, a sudden urge to just fucking kiss him taking over me.
Fuck, why do I feel like this? Why am I holding his fucking hand? I’m not gay, bisexual, or whatever is the right fucking label for this… God, I just hate fucking labels; why do you have to put a name to everything? That’s bullshit. It doesn’t matter what I am; all that matters is that I’ve missed Lucas for too long and now, after we crossed paths with Daphne, that longing I felt for him turned into something more. Something I can’t control … something I don’t want to control.
"I trust you," he finally whispers to me, placing his free hand on my knee. His touch makes my blood boil, a high voltage current running through my muscles. I can’t even think straight right now.
"I’ve missed you," I say, the words fucking escaping my lips before I can do anything about it.
"I’ve missed you too," he replies without a moment’s hesitation.
Leaning in, I close my eyes and kiss him.
And, fuck it, it feels perfect.<
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Lucas
"What the fuck are we doing…?" Ares asks me as he pulls back, the taste of his lips still lingering on mine. I look into his eyes, not knowing what to say, but fully understanding that his question is a rhetorical one. He doesn’t want an answer and, really, neither do I.
"Does it even matter?" I ask him, hot blood rushing toward my cock and making it pulse in a kind of frantic anxiety. The memories of what happened between the two of us and Daphne well up in my mind, and that does it for me; there’s nothing I can do but to surrender to my instincts. And my instincts demand the man right in front of me.
"No, I guess it doesn’t." With that, he leans into me again, his lips looking for mine. We kiss in abandonment, our tongues dancing softly around one another as the madness of lust takes over us.
Resting one hand on my knee, Ares lets his fingertips slowly trail all the way up to my crotch; I hold my breath as he flattens the palm of his hand between my thighs, my cock hardening fast. Rubbing his hand back and forth, he drives me to the point of insanity, and I realize that there’s definitely no going back now. This is a one-way road.
He curls his fingers around the bulging shape in my pants and squeezes it; pulling back from our kiss, he looks into my eyes with an expression of pure hunger. I look back at him and, for a moment, it’s as if time has stopped around us. Only now do I realize (or accept) what has been the truth for a long time now; I want Ares. No, more than want him—I need him.
I never imagined that the thought of another man’s naked body would leave me in such a state, but that’s how it is. I take a deep breath, remembering the perfect curves of Ares’ body as he fucked Daphne, his huge cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. The way he moved, the way he sighed in ecstasy ... and more than all that, I remember how it felt to have his cock in my hand, my body pressed against his… This is madness, sweet madness.