I want to see her like this every day – totally unraveled, moaning and pleading, her cheeks flushed with desire and need.
We don't let her touch either of us, not once, even though it would be so easy to tell her to wrap her lush lips around our cocks and suck us dry. Instead, we focus entirely on her until she's begging over and over for release.
"Please," she says again, her voice a cross between a whisper and a whine. Noah looks up from where he is, bent with her breast in his mouth.
"I don't know, Aiden," he says. "What do you think?"
"I think," I start, my voice trailing off as I run my tongue up her wet slit, "that Grace should tell us exactly what she wants."
"Yes," she breathes, as I pull her clit into my mouth. Her hips arch, and she squeezes my head between her thighs, but I pull away, causing her to moan loudly in frustration.
"Is this what you want?" Noah asks, guiding his cock toward her lips. She opens her mouth, but he pauses just above her tongue.
"Tell us exactly," I demand, pausing to tear open a condom and roll it onto my hard cock.
Her eyes flicker over me as I apply lube to the butt plug and show it to her. "Yes," she whispers.
"Yes, what?" I ask.
"Yes to everything."
Yes to everything.
But that's not enough for Noah, who growls his response. "Tell me just how much you want to wrap your lips around my cock," he says, as I push the butt plug right to her entrance and pause there.
"I want your cock in my mouth," Grace moans. "I want to swallow you while Aiden fucks me."
"And you want this?" I ask, pressing the lubed-up plug against her hole and pushing to slide it slowly inside.
"Yes." She tenses initially, then relaxes, groaning as it settles inside her. Noah grabs her hair and guides her mouth to his cock. She's lying on her back on the desk, her head turned so that Noah can fuck her mouth, and her ass nearly off the end of the desk so that I can fuck her.
And I'm definitely going to fuck her.
Now, there's no more foreplay, no teasing strokes or gentleness. My hands under her thighs and pulling them against me for leverage, I slide easily into her wet cunt. "Oh, fuck, you're tight," I groan, my breath catching as her tightness envelops me.
"Her pussy is fucking perfect," Noah agrees, fisting her hair as he pumps his cock inside her mouth.
Noah and I quickly fall into a rhythm, one at each end of Grace, her body jostling back and forth as we fuck her. She makes little muted moaning sounds that get quicker as our rhythm builds in speed. Noah is right; her pussy is fucking perfect. It's warm and tight and so damn wet, I can't get enough. I want to feel her bare on me, with no barrier between us.
I have no idea how long we fuck her. It seems like forever. Each thrust of my cock inside her pushes the butt plug into her ass, and her moans turn into little grunts. Her pussy swells around my cock, and it takes everything I have to wait until she comes, her body convulsing and her pussy squeezing my cock so tightly I can't help but let go inside her.
I pull her tightly against me, holding her thighs around me as I come in a white-hot explosion. Then Noah groans loudly, his hand still gripping her hair tightly as he pumps into her mouth. She's moaning and swallowing and I can't fucking believe I'm inside her, her pussy muscles milking me of everything, as I watch Noah come in her mouth.
Everything about it feels incredibly wrong. Grace was right to freak out and run when she did. Even I know this is a disaster waiting to happen. We can't just keep fucking the President's daughter. Someone will find out – and that would ruin all of us. I'm supposed to play it clean… and this is exactly the opposite of playing it clean.
This is playing it really fucking dirty.
But then I look at Grace, her head tilted back against the surface of the desk, hair mussed and eyes smudged with mascara. She probably thinks she looks like a train wreck – Grace is nothing if not totally put-together – except she doesn't. I just stand there for a second practically gaping at her because I want to memorize what she looks like right now.
I want this picture permanently etched in my brain – Grace on her back on the desk, flushed and breathless after Noah and I ravished her.
Grace's hand goes to her hair and then to her lips, and she breaks eye contact, looking suddenly self-conscious. "I… don't know why I keep doing this," she says, her voice soft.
I grin, playing it more casual and confident than I really am. "Yeah, you do, sugar. Because for the first time in your life, you're having toe-curling sex and you don't want to stop."
She lets out a loud exhale. "I don't want to stop, but I think about someone finding out, or –"
"Less thinking, more fucking," Noah growls. "Can we all agree on that?"
"I told you that if I got you in bed, I wasn't letting you out for a week," I remind her.
"Double that time frame, since there's two of us," Noah says, his lips turned up at the corners. "I hope you didn't have plans for two weeks."
Grace's eyebrows go up. "We have to leave here tomorrow."
"Well, it's a good thing we're very friendly neighbors."
30
Noah
Later, in my bed, Grace sits naked with her knees pulled protectively up to her chest and her back against the pillows. For a few minutes, Aiden and I sit there on either side of her and none of us say a damn thing.
It's really fucking awkward. The things we've done with her are some of the filthiest and intimate I've ever done. We've come in her and on her, and now we're all sitting here silent.
Fuck it. I might be all right with hanging out here at the ranch and stewing silently, but that's when I'm alone, not when I'm with Grace. I slide my arm around her shoulder, pulling her against me, and as she stretches out her legs, Aiden reaches for them.
I exhale as she settles into me, her legs overlapping Aiden's. That's more like it.
Then Aiden breaks the silence. "What's that lock on the closet for?"
Grace giggles.
"Dead bodies," I say.
"Oh, God, it's all your yarn, isn't it? All of your knitting bullshit?"
"Fuck off."
Grace slaps me lightly on the chest. "You told me it was a big secret, that no one knew about it."
"I thought no one knew about it," I grumble.
"I just want to know how you've been knitting stuff for years, and I'm your best friend and I've never even gotten a damn scarf," Aiden complains.
"I'd like to put in another request for an ugly Christmas sweater," Grace suggests.
"When you retire, this could be your second career. Knits by Noah Ashby. Ashby Knits. Nah, the name needs more testosterone. Can you do anything other than scarves?"
"Like knit men's sweaters?" asks Grace.
"That's not more manly," Aiden protests. "Cock sweaters. Now, that would be more manly."
I groan. "Cock sweaters?"
Grace's hand goes to her mouth and she giggles again. "Or little penis hats?"
"Like Christmas stockings," Aiden says. "For your dick."
"Both of you are assholes," I growl, but I don't really mean it, especially not when Grace's shoulders are shaking against me as she laughs.
God, I fucking love her laugh. It sounds so different from the way she is normally, so serious and focused. It feels so damn good to have her in my bed that I want her to stay in bed with us for as long as we can keep her.
"Socks for cocks?" Grace asks.
Aiden slaps her leg lightly. "You're a fucking genius. That's brilliant. They'd be like dickwarmers. Dick cozies. I wonder if anyone has a patent on those."
Grace snorts. "I think it's highly unlikely."
"You snorted again," I point out, half to change the subject and half because it's adorable. Damn it, I can't believe I'm thinking of anything as adorable. I can't believe I'm thinking the word “adorable”.
"Did not."
"Uh, yeah, you did," Aiden concurs.
"I don't snort when I laugh,"
Grace protests.
"We told you before that you totally snort."
Grace lets out a hmph. "This is coming from the guys who snore like freight trains."
"We'll get you the best earplugs money can buy," I assure her.
"Or Noah can knit you some earmuffs," Aiden chimes in.
Grace laughs. "So you think I'm going to keep staying the night?"
Suddenly the room is still.
"Uh, didn't we literally just say you were stuck with us for two weeks?" Aiden asks, breaking the silence
"Yeah, I think we said two weeks of not letting you out of our bed," I add. It's suddenly become our bed, like this is a normal thing.
"Is that right?" Grace asks, her voice light.
I slide my hand down her side to her ass cheek, grabbing a handful. "That's right."
"Do you regularly just kidnap girls and keep them in your bed for weeks?" Grace teases.
"I'm pretty sure Noah has to resort to that, but most women are chaining themselves to my bed and refusing to leave."
Grace laughs. "I'm sure."
"There was the girl who handcuffed herself to your car," I recall.
"Oh yeah," Aiden groans. "That was really not my fault, either. I didn't even know her. She cuffed herself right to the door handle."
"That's dedication," Grace says.
"No one's ever chained themselves to a car door for you?" I ask.
Grace sighs dramatically. "Not even once, sadly. Two guys did send a drone with a blow-up doll into my yard, though."
"That was one guy," I point out.
"It would have been a winning plan if your Secret Service agents had a better sense of humor," Aiden points out.
"They don't," Grace informs us. "No one does, when it comes to me. Which is why I don't date or… Look, out here at the ranch, it's risky enough being with you. But at least there's a plausible reason for us being in the same house. There's no reason for you to be in my house or me in your house when we're back in Denver."
"Do your security people report to your father?" I ask.
"No," Grace says quickly. "Not really. I mean, I don't think they have. It was part of the deal when I agreed to protection. But they could."
"And then they'd be out of a job, right?" I ask. “Or at the very least, out of this position guarding you, which honestly seems like a pretty cushy one.”
"That's true," Grace agrees.
"Well, it's not like we're trying to broadcast what we're doing to the world," Aiden says.
"What… What are we doing?" Grace asks.
"Well, you see, when two guys think a girl is hot and she won't choose between either of them…" I start.
"I mean, this is crazy," Grace protests. "I don't know how this is supposed to work."
"I don't know how this is supposed to work, either," I tell her. "It's not like Aiden and I have ever done this before."
"Well, you seem to know exactly what you're doing."
Aiden grins and reaches over to high-five me. "We're naturally skilled."
"And modest," Grace adds.
"Why be modest when you're this good?" Aiden replies.
"I've never done anything like this before," I reiterate.
"Neither have I," Aiden says quickly. "Not even with any cheerleaders."
Grace laughs. "That's… good to know."
"The point is, we don't know what the damn rules are either," I tell her.
"We should make our own," Aiden says.
"The only rule we need is that you don't grab my fucking ass," I grumble. "Or try to cuddle with me."
"And no crossing swords," Aiden says. "I don't want to touch your…"
"Throbbing manhood?" Grace suggests.
"Neither of us touch each other's junk," I interrupt. "That should be assumed."
"And in the case of accidental touching, there's no mention of it again," Aiden says.
"Total silence," I agree. "Also, you're ours."
Aiden nods. "I think that's a given."
"Excuse me?" Grace asks.
"You heard me," I say, squeezing her ass cheek again. The gesture sends arousal coursing through me and my cock twitches. "You’re ours. We claimed you."
"All of you," Aiden reiterates. "In the shower."
Grace face flushes scarlet. "I remember," she says. "I'm not some kind of toy, you know. Or your property."
"I guess now isn't the time to bring up the 'Property of Aiden and Noah' tattoo we wanted you to get?" Aiden asks.
"Property of Noah and Aiden," I say.
"Alphabetical order is only fair," Aiden argues.
"Bigger dick goes first," I reply.
"Oh, so it would still be me."
Grace sighs loudly. "Are you two finished?"
"Not quite," I tell her, sliding my hand between her legs and pushing her thighs open. Aiden holds her right leg so that she's wide open between us, and I slide my fingers between her legs. "Rule number one – the real one this time - is that this is ours and only ours."
"The two of you are pigs," Grace whispers, but her breath catches when my finger begins circling her clit.
"We're possessive," Aiden says and Grace laughs. "Is there something funny about that?"
"I haven't been with anyone in two years," Grace says. "And now I'm hooking up with two men."
I'm hooking up with two men. The way she says it, casually like it's no big deal, sends a pang of irritation through me. Except it isn't a big deal. It can't be, not with who she is, and who we are – and the fact that I'm negotiating with teams outside of Colorado. But when I hear her say it that way, it sounds wrong somehow.
It also feels wrong that I haven't told her I'm taking offers from teams outside Colorado. But I shove that thought aside.
"Well, you can hook up with just one of us if you want to," Aiden says. "Obviously, I'd be the better choice, especially since I'm stay—"
Staying in Colorado. That's what that fucker is about to say. I interrupt him. "Or we can just pass you back and forth," I joke.
"Wow, I can't imagine why either of you are single," Grace says. "First you own me, now you're talking about passing me back and forth? You really know how to sweet-talk a girl."
"I'm better when I'm not talking," Aiden admits, grinning as he pulls himself up and moves between Grace's legs. I watch as he dips his face to her pussy and drags his tongue up the middle, stopping suddenly to look up. "Wait. Can we?"
"Can you what?" she asks, already distracted. My cock hardens at the sight of Grace like this, her back arched and her breasts in the air, nipples erect like perfect little buttons.
"Can we proceed if one of us isn't around?" Aiden asks.
"Uh-huh," she moans, her hand on Aiden's head as he buries his face between her legs. She reaches for my cock, wrapping her hand around my shaft as Aiden eats her. "If you and Noah want to fool around with each other when I'm not around, that's fine."
She yelps, the sound turning into a long moan as Aiden thrusts his fingers inside her. "Just for that, I'm not going to let you come until both of us do," he says, and I agree.
We're true to our word, too. Aiden brings her to the edge over and over until she's panting and breathless and wanting. She sits upright against a mountain of pillows with his face between her legs, and I kneel in front of her. When she wraps her lips around my cock, it's all I can do not to thrust my length down her throat. I hold back, even when I'm pulling her hair and fucking her mouth. I hold back even when the moaning sounds she makes send vibrations up my cock that make me want to come that instant. I hold back because I can't get enough of her warm wet mouth on my cock. I can't get enough of the way she looks up at me as she sucks me, the way her eyes try to close as she heads towards climax, the look of frustration on her face when Aiden pulls away and doesn't let her come.
It's the look of frustration that does me in. I let go, filling her mouth, and she swallows every last drop.
Then we switch places, Aiden's cock in her mouth and me between her
legs. The ultimate good girl – prim, proper, raised by the President - arches her hips up and squeezes my head between her thighs, trying desperately to fuck my face as she sucks another man's cock, right after I just came down her throat. There's something about how filthy, forbidden, and crazy this is that makes it impossible to resist.
And I'm done with resisting it. I want Aiden and I to fuck the hell out of this girl and I just don't want to stop.
31
Grace
"Aren't there secret tunnels under the White House and shit?" Aiden asks, spearing another forkful of pancake. We're sitting at a long farmhouse table in the kitchen with a ridiculous amount of breakfast food on platters in the middle of the table – not plates, but platters. The kind you'd use to serve a large family. Noah scrambled a dozen eggs, fried up a pound of bacon, and made a stack of pancakes a mile high. It's one in the morning, and both of them insisted they couldn't possibly sleep on empty stomachs, so here we are, sitting around the table. Noah and Aiden are in shorts and t-shirts and I'm wearing one of Noah's shirts that's approximately twenty sizes too large for me. Sitting here with them is familiar and comfortable and… so damn easy.
Noah rolls his eyes. "Strippers aren't coming into the White House through secret tunnels."
"Just saying. There had to be a way for Marilyn to get in to see JFK," Aiden says, pointing at us with his fork.
"You literally know nothing about politics, but secret tunnels and Marilyn Monroe, these are the things you retain in your brain?"
Aiden grins. "It's a gift."
"It's something." Noah snorts.
"The Playboy mansion had secret tunnels under it too," Aiden points out. "In the seventies. True fact – I read it on the internet."
"When did you learn to read?" Noah asks.
"Wow, Noah. Sex really makes you funny," Aiden replies. "Wait, nope, it doesn't."
"Have you two always been like this?" I ask.
"You mean brilliant and charming?" Aiden asks.
"She means you're annoying," Noah chides.
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