by Abby Angel
Seymour Lee snarls at me and I swear to God it sounds like a wild beast.
"You have no proof of this, Mr. Strong!" he shrieks! "I could sue you for libel!"
I shrug.
I knew he was going to say that.
I hope you remember Elliot Wright. The fucker who was trying to convince Daphne to sell the company to the government when this all started blowing up.
"You can try," I say and then I smile to the audience that's watching me. "But you'd have to sue both of us. Want to stand up, Elliot?" I ask into the row of faces in the audience.
And sure enough, up stands the old Board Member.
"All it took was some convincing that his fortune is better with me than with me as an enemy, you see?" I turn and ask Seymour who looks like he's going to faint. "After all, everyone knows the fucking Shark of Wall Street. I think they fear me more than the Chinese, or the U.S. Government. Go figure."
I swear to God Seymour starts sputtering. But I stop paying attention because the room literally explodes in a sea of sound. People are up. The photographers are snapping pictures of anything they can—Seymour, me, Daphne, Lucas—you name it.
But only one couple is in my head now.
I turn to Lucas and Daphne.
"Guys," I say, but Daphne takes a step over toward me and places her finger on my lips.
"Shh, don't say anything," she says softly. "You saved us."
Lucas looks at me. I look at him.
"I love you both," I say softly, oblivious to the chaos around me. "So fucking much."
The three of us embrace together.
"Nothing will ever part us again," Daphne says to us. "I know."
Lucas nods. I nod back.
We have unfinished business, and Daphne sees that. She steps back. He steps close to me. He sizes me up.
Finally, he says, "Come here, you," and takes step close to me and before I realize what's happening, he's kissing me.
It's a deep, probing kiss and we obviously could give a fuck about the people around us because as soon as Lucas kisses me and steps back, Daphne comes forward and I wrap my arms around her and kiss her. I wonder if she can taste Lucas on my tongue and the thought starts getting my cock hard.
I can feel it press against the soft flesh of her crotch.
She can feel it too, because she pulls back and looks at us both.
"Lets get out of here," she commands.
We both nod and turn and walk toward the door.
The chamber is still going crazy. Guards may have come and escorted Seymour out; I can't tell because I don't care.
I'm leaving this place with the people I love.
And I'm starting the first fucking day of the rest of my life with them.
Daphne
Love. It’s such a simple but elusive thing. You hear about it every day—in movies, books, music—and yet, even though it’s seemingly all around us, it remains one of the hardest things in the world to find.
I thought I knew what love was. In my arrogance, I thought I not only knew what it was, but I also thought I didn’t need it. But, oh, I was so wrong.
"You sure look thoughtful," Lucas says. "Everything alright?"
I turn to him, a gentle smile brightening my face. He looks so perfect in his suit, the tailored fabric hugging his bulging muscles in a way that makes his frame look even stronger.
"Yeah, you okay?" Ares asks, appearing behind Lucas and placing one arm around his waist.
I smile at them, one of the most genuine smiles of my whole life dancing on my lips. When I first assumed my position as CEO, I thought that my life would never be the same. But I never thought that I’d end up with two guys like them by my side.
Who knew that, right now, I’d be heading toward my apartment with Lucas Blake and Ares Strong? The two most eligible bachelors in the United States, and now they’re mine. Who knew that they would be the ones to show me the true meaning behind the word love?
"Yes. Everything’s perfect," I finally tell them as the elevator doors open and I step into the hallway. I stroll toward the door and, with trembling fingers I open it and almost stumble inside the apartment, eager to get out of my dress. They follow after me quickly, and I close the door the moment they’re inside. Turning on my heels, I walk toward them and run my fingers across Lucas’s jawline and, as my eyelids start to droop, he leans in and kisses me. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel Ares’s hands on my lower back, pulling me closer into them.
Lucas pulls back from our kiss and, an easy smile on his lips, turns to Ares. My heart beats warmly inside my chest as they lean into each other, their lips brushing eagerly.
Placing my hands on Lucas’s chest, I press myself against his body and look up as the two men kiss in abandonment. This, ladies, is perfection. If you’re jealous, I get it. I really do.
"Come here," Ares says, pulling back from Lucas. Quickly, he grabs my hand and pulls me into him. He pulls at my hair and starts kissing my neck, laying soft kisses on it and climbing up. Chin, cheeks, forehead, and then down: nose, cheeks, and lips.
For a second, I almost believe all this is just a dream: it’s simply too perfect to be real. But Ares's touch anchors me down to reality; he places one arm around Lucas and the other around me, and we lock lips.
Ares's hands go for my ass and, cupping it, he pulls me hard into him. Looking eagerly at his once upon a time rival and, unable to restrain himself, Lucas leans into him and starts kissing his neck.
Ares is kissing me, and Lucas is kissing Ares’s neck. To think this is actually happening—and to see it happen—is enough to make my heart speed up, a wild drumming growing inside of my chest, a furious song that screams of desire, lust and, most importantly, raging happiness.
God, I’m wet as hell. I already feel my thong becoming drenched, my wet pussy aching for their touch.
I join Lucas and start kissing Ares’s neck, tracing the contour of it with my mouth. My face is so close to Lucas now that I do the logical thing and start kissing him. I run my tongue over his lips and then slip it inside Lucas's mouth. I surrender to the moment, Ares’s hands on my body, his long fingers going up and down my side.
We don't need to say a word. The three of us, we are one. Forget all the bullshit media has printed. Forget all prejudice. Perhaps you don’t believe it to be possible, but it is. Love has no boundaries or limits; love is eternal and boundless.
As my kiss with Lucas grows fierce, Ares's hand slides down my stomach to between my legs, bunching up the front of my dress and pressing there in a kind and gentle rhythm. Lucas's hands go to my breasts and I stop kissing him; I just throw my head back, delighting at the way their touch makes delirious with excitement. They touch my body as if I were something more, something divine and worthy of worship. Take note, men: this is how you make a girl feel special between the sheets. You look at her as if she is beauty incarnate.
Lucas’s hands dart to my shoulders and, grabbing the shoulder straps of my tight black dress, he tugs on them and makes them fall down my arms. The front of my dress droops loosely, revealing the black lace bra that covers my breasts. I’m not one to brag, but I’m really proud of the dress I picked for tonight: it accentuates my curves perfectly, fitting me as if it were a second layer of skin. Of course, both men seem to appreciate me more when I’m naked. I can’t say I blame them; the feeling is mutual.
As I bare my chest, Ares's fingers deftly start running up my leg. I tremble at his touch and grab the scruff of his shirt; pulling on it with both of my hands, I tear his shirt open. I smile devilishly as the buttons pop out abruptly and Ares’s torso comes into view, his skin almost glowing with desire.
I lean into him and we kiss once again. Lucas isn't one to stay quiet and his lips trace a straight line from my neck to my breasts, and with one hand he pushes on my bra and reveals one rosy hard nipple. He plants his lips on it and, as I let out a slight moan, he starts sucking, holding my breast under his fingers.
Without seeing what
I’m doing, I let my hands hit against his chest and, delighted with the task, make my fingers slide down his body to his hips until they meet the hem of his dress pants. I unbuckle his belt and pull it out, and then start unbuttoning his pants with trembling fingers. His cock is tenting his boxer briefs, throbbing and pleading to be set free. I push the pants down, my skin prickling as the back of my hand brushes against the bulging in his underwear.
My senses are bursting with joy; Ares on my lips, Lucas on my breasts, and my hand on his cock. I’m officially drunk on pleasure.
I curl my fingers around Lucas’s throbbing member, jerking him over his boxer briefs, and then push both his pants and underwear down his legs. He kicks off his shoes, stepping out of his clothes, and I immediately start to stroke him, my hand going as fast as humanly possible. I close my eyes, enjoying the way Lucas’s cock fits against my hand, pulsing warmly with aching desire.
I feel Lucas’s hands going around to my back, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of my bra. It doesn’t take him long; a flick of his fingers and he opens it, the cups becoming looser over my breasts. Grabbing the shoulder straps, he pulls them down my arms and throws the bra to the floor. His eyes fall on my breasts, his fingers gently squeezing my soft flesh and caressing my hard aching nipples.
I pull back from Ares just so that I can let a tepid moan tumble out of my lips. As I do it, Ares places one hand on top of Lucas’s, the two men caressing my breasts. Then, without any kind of warning, they let go of my breasts and, grabbing my dress harshly, pull it down my legs. I grin as the fabric slides down my skin and falls in a heap at my feet. I pick it up with the tip of my feet and then kick it off to the corner.
Ares goes to his knees then, his fingers going down my side and finding my thong. With the tip of his index finger, he traces the contour of my tiny underwear lightly, gently caressing my skin as he goes. As his fingers go all the way up to my hips, he hooks his fingers on the sides of my thong and, changing gears, pushes it down my legs with a sudden jerk.
As my thong flies down my legs, Lucas's hands immediately go down my back to my buttocks, his long fingers settling on the round curves of my ass.
Ares starts by kissing my inner thigh, his lips laying soft kisses across my groin and moving dangerously close to my soaking wet pussy. When he finally presses his mouth over my pussy, I have to grit my teeth as high voltage starts to run through my brain. He laps at me with his tongue, the tip of it brushing against my drenched pussy in a maddening way.
Mad with lust, I hook my fingers in Lucas’s hair, and I start kissing him crazily as Ares licks at my pussy. I start thrusting with my tips, but Ares takes his time; with one hand on my waist and the other grabbing my ass, he controls my movements, stopping me from moving at a crazy pace.
He takes his time, licking the whole length of my pussy, his tongue gently nestled between my folds and moving up and down. Each time he hits the top, he circles around my clit, the way he does it driving me completely crazy with burning lust. He doesn’t torture me much longer; a few seconds later, he places both hands on my ass and pushes me into him, my pussy pressed tight against his mouth. He devours me like a mad man consumed by an insatiable hunger, his tongue flicking at me with a fury and quickness that makes my whole body buzz with pleasure.
Focusing only on my clit, he starts sucking eagerly, flames of ecstasy kissing my entire body as his lips wrap tightly around it. As he does it, I kiss Lucas with such a fury that my instincts drive me to the edge of insanity. I start biting down on his lower lip, a throaty moan rolling over my tongue. I throw my head back as spears of pleasure pierce my mind, a supernova of pleasure carpeting all of my senses.
I scream, oh God, do I scream. And even though I’m screaming, the painful stabs of sweet pleasure hitting me over and over again, Ares doesn’t relent; he keeps on sucking eagerly, as if that was his ultimate purpose on this Earth. He takes one hand and places one finger over my pussy, slowly sliding it in. He penetrates me with it gently, pressing it against my G-spot and not allowing my orgasm to subside.
With one trembling hand I grab Ares’s wrist and guide his hand toward Lucas’s cock. He wraps his fingers around it eagerly and, placing my hand over his, we both start stroking, our hands moving at a matching rhythm.
Even though he’s stroking Lucas, he doesn’t ease up on me; on the contraire. His fingers start going in and out of my pussy at an anxious pace, sliding almost all the way out before meeting my G-spot again. He does it time and time again, and soon enough I’m cresting the peak of pleasure’s mountains again. My whole body trembles, my muscles twitching as waves of infernal pleasure hit my mind with the sweet brutality of ecstasy. I come again, this second orgasm scorching my nerve endings and coating all of my senses. Only then does Ares pull back, taking his lips from my clit and sliding his finger out.
I look down at him, grinning as I see him leaning toward Lucas; he parts his lips and, in an instant, his mouth is wrapped tight around Lucas’s cock. I let go of Lucas’s cock and place both my hands on the top of Ares’s head, feeling him sway as he slowly allows Lucas shaft to roll over his tongue and fill his mouth.
I bite Lucas’s lips one last time before going down to my knees; there, side by side with Ares, I lean forward and start kissing the side of Lucas’s shaft as Ares sucks on him. We take our time savoring his thickness, our eyes closed as we feel it pulsing against our lips. As Ares starts to kiss down Lucas’s shaft, I exchange roles with him and open my mouth, taking the hard throbbing member inside my mouth. I bob my head back and forth as fast as I can, one of Lucas’s hand disheveling my hair as he guides the sway of my mouth.
I keep going as Ares wraps his lips around one of Lucas’s balls, sucking and moving it around his mouth as he laps at it with his tongue. When I feel the hard cock inside my mouth starting to pulse, I immediately pull back; after all, we’re only starting.
This is why it’s so good to have two men: there’s always two cocks at any given moment. As such, I let my hand fall on Ares’s crotch, my fingers pulling on his belt and tugging his pants down. Trembling, I slide my hand under his boxer briefs and pull his cock out, immediately starting to stroke him with the same intensity I used on Lucas.
Ares closes his eyes, savoring my touch as Lucas kneels next to us, laying his hand on top of mine as I stroke Ares. We guide the Prince—our Prince—into pleasure, the rhythmic movements of our hands his only guide. God, I want more. So much more.
With a fierce growl, I attack Lucas’s shirt, pushing it down his arms and shoulders. I turn to Ares, doing the same and then pressing my hands on his chest and forcing him to lie down on the floor. He goes down willingly as I grab the hem of his pants, pushing them down his legs; I take his shoes off and throw his clothes on top of the bed. I look from Lucas to Ares, my heart pounding like a jackhammer as I take in the sight of both their naked bodies. Sweet Heaven, I’m the luckiest woman in all of existence, make no mistake about that.
With Ares sprawled on the floor, a sudden urge rises on my mind; I climb on top of him with cat-like movements, grinning while my eyes never leave Ares’s. I sit on top of him as Lucas moves to our side; as if he has read my mind, he grabs Ares’s cock by the root and points it straight at my pussy. I bite down on my lower lip and look at Lucas, smiling devilishly as I ease myself down on the hard cock he offers me. I let it slide in me to the hilt, its thickness filling me up and straining against my inner walls. Slowly, I start to bounce up and down; each time Ares’s cock slides out of me a moan of pleasure cascading out of my mouth.
Wanting to go faster, I place my feet next to Ares’s waist, sitting up on top of him; then, I lift my ass up and start jumping up and down, his shaft piercing me with the intensity of an exploding star. Lucas leans into Ares then, kissing him as I fuck him. There’s a synergy to the way we do things, an unspoken desire to share pleasure without fighting over it. And it’s just perfect.
God, just looking at them is enough to make me come. Kneeling close to A
res’s face, Lucas grabs his cock and presses it down; Ares grabs it immediately and, raising his head, starts kissing and sucking as I keep bouncing on top of him.
I go up and down until my pussy starts to tighten around Ares’s cock like a vice; I force myself to keep going, my limbs already aching under the constant threat of sudden ecstasy. I come hard, pressing my body down on top of Ares, his cock buried deep inside of me with a harshness that I simply can’t stop loving.
"Fuck…" I growl, my eyes closed shut as I fight back against tears of utter ecstasy.
"We’re just getting started, love …" Ares says gently, taking Lucas’s cock out of his mouth and running his hands over my breasts. I roll to the side, sitting on the floor and trying to catch my breath. "There’s more to come."
"You’re right about that," I tell him with a grin. I stand up, my legs trembling, and take two steps toward the wall. I place my hands there, at shoulder-height, and jut my ass back. Lucas goes to his feet and, positioning himself behind me, runs his hands down my side and rests them over my ass. His fingers go over my crack and then he moves them under, his fingertips touching my wet folds.
I close my eyes as he presses his body against mine, the tip of his cock replacing his fingers. I sway my ass from side to side, almost begging him to enter me. Which, of course, I didn’t need to do—with one quick thrust his cock parts my inner lips and pushes back against my inner walls as it penetrates me. He fucks me wildly, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again as his cock goes in and out of me at a relentless pace.
"You two look lovely like this," I hear Ares saying as he leans into the wall next to me. He smiles at me, his eyes going down my body and then focusing on Lucas’s cock as it ravages me. He kisses me, flicking his tongue against mine as Lucas thrusts drive me to the edge of oblivion. Caressing my cheeks with the back of his hand, Ares whispers at me, grinning. "Come, love…"
Just like that, I come. My pussy spasms around Lucas’s cock, waves of pleasure crashing against my mind as my body tries to survive the throes of a violent orgasm. I press my forehead against the wall, breathing deeply as Lucas pulls his cock out, each inch that slides out of me sending shivers down my spine.