Sugar Daddies

by Jade West

  He put his tablet down as he caught sight of Rick, his eyes full of questions.

  And then he saw me. There was shock as his gaze met mine, a long moment of amazement as I stepped into the kitchen. And then there was a smile, a nervous smile that made my heart do a weird little flip.

  “Katie,” he said, as though I’d been gone a million years.

  “Surprise,” I said, and it sounded so dumb.

  Rick slapped his arm as he walked by, gave him a playful smile. “Couldn’t keep her away. I tried to ditch her in Much Arlock, but she was having none of it.” He flicked the kettle on and gave me a wink. “I guess we’ll just have to put up with her.”

  “Guess you will.” I poked my tongue out. “Tea for me, please.”

  “And she expects hot beverages.” He mock groaned. “So demanding. I don’t know why we put up with it, Carl.”

  But Carl wasn’t listening, wasn’t buying into our stupid banter. His gaze was intense and constant, green eyes eating me alive. My heart did another weird flip, and I felt like I was falling. I stood still, watching him right back.

  “Hey,” I said, just like that. One stupid little word and I felt my cheeks burning.

  I didn’t know what he’d say, but he didn’t say anything at all. He put down his mug and closed the distance between us in a couple of quick strides. He folded me in his arms, and kissed my hair and held me tight. He smelled of bodywash and citrus, and him. My cheek pressed to his chest, his heartbeat against my ear, and it was warm there, safe there. Everything felt so right there.

  His chin rested on my head, his arms solid as they gave me a squeeze.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry for what I said, I’m sorry about the yard.” He breathed into my hair, kissed me again. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

  I felt as though I was melting into him, my body sinking into his. I held him right back, my arms around his waist, squeezing him just as hard as he was squeezing me.

  “Thanks for coming back,” he said, and there was such sincerity there it caught in his throat.

  I wanted to say so much, but the words were catching in my throat, too. I couldn’t shake the sadness, the pain in my heart at Rick’s story.

  “I stink of Samson.” I tried to laugh, but it came out all goofed up, and there was a pathetic little sob, one I couldn’t stop, and tears pricked even though I didn’t want them to.

  “I like the stink of Samson,” he said, and sniffed me.

  I fought him a little as he took me by the shoulders, prised me away enough to look at my face. I tried to blink away the sadness before he noticed, but I was too late.

  “What is it?” he said. “The yard?” He sighed. “I’m so sorry you’re losing the yard. We can still try and rent… we can talk to Jack…”

  But I was shaking my head. “I’m fine,” I said. “It’s not the yard. I’m ok with the yard. It’s not even that important, not in the scheme of things. It’s just some land.”

  Carl’s eyes dug into mine, and I looked away before he could dig my thoughts right out of me, but I was too late, he’d already seen.

  He looked towards Rick, a half-smile on his face. “Had a little chat, did you, Richard? Spill all my dirty secrets?”

  Rick stepped over, handed me a mug. “Don’t even think about telling me off for blurting out shit I shouldn’t, mister.” He jabbed Carl’s shoulder with a finger, but he was smiling. “Pot fucking kettle springs to mind.” He pulled his tobacco from his jeans, rolled a cigarette. “Smoke time. I’ll leave you two to do your little kiss-and-move-the-fuck-on.”

  He stepped in the direction of the back door, but Carl gripped his arm. He yanked him close, wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him into a headlock which didn’t look altogether comfortable. And then he kissed him, a big wet kiss, right on the cheek.

  “I love you, Rick,” he said, and my heart thumped.

  Rick stayed put, snaked his arm around Carl’s waist before Carl let him go.

  “Urgh,” he protested, wiping his cheek. But his eyes were sparkling, they said so much.

  I waited until the door closed behind him before I went to speak, but Carl cut me off.

  “You don’t need to say anything,” he said. “I was wrong to put you under pressure. There is nothing to talk about, nothing you need to say.”

  “But I want to…” I sighed. “I wanted to say thanks, for the offer.”

  He held up his hands. “The offer stands, no conditions. It’s there if you want it, Katie.”

  I shook my head. “No,” I said. “But thank you.”

  “If you change your mind…”

  “I won’t,” I said. “Not about the yard.”

  His eyes widened. “And about everything else? Are you planning on staying with us? For the rest of the six months? Is that what you want?”

  I sipped my tea. “No.” I shook my head. “That isn’t what I want. Not for six months.”

  His face dropped instantly, his shoulders heavy. “I see.” He paused. “I do understand.”

  “You don’t,” I said, and then I waited, watching Rick pacing and smoking through the window. “I don’t know what I’ll want forever, but I know what I want right now.”

  “And what’s that?”

  I smiled. “Let’s wait for Rick.”

  We moved to the living room, and I took the armchair. Carl took the sofa, and Rick took the pouffe between us both.

  “So,” Carl said, ever the straight-talker. “Where do we go from here? What do you want from us?”

  I took a second to organise my thoughts, still not entirely sure where they were heading. “Our arrangement is off,” I said. “I don’t want any more payments, I don’t want any more money.” I looked between them. “I don’t want any three weekends out of four stuff, not that we’ve ever had that yet. I don’t want sugar daddies, I don’t need sugar daddies. Not anymore. Not now the yard is off the table.”

  Carl nodded, and so did Rick.

  It was Carl who spoke next, predictably. “Alright,” he said. “If that’s what you want. What now? Friends?”

  “I hope we’re a little past that.” I smiled. “I want to see how this goes. I love being with you guys, I love spending time with you, I love what we have.”

  “I think it’s safe to say we all feel like that,” Rick said. “You won’t get any arguments from this end.”

  I sighed. “I’m not saying I can be that person, the person you want. I’m not saying I’m going to change my opinion on wanting kids, or that if I ever do, that it’ll be soon.” I looked at Carl and he looked right back at me. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t promise that. I just don’t know.”

  “That’s ok,” Carl said. “We understand.”

  My hands twisted in my lap. “But I do want this. Whatever this is we’re doing. I really want this.” I looked at Rick. “I love the way you guys love each other, and I love the way you’ve been with me. I love the way you’re so supportive of me and Samson. I love the life we have here.” I smiled. “And I love having sex with you. I love that a lot.”

  “Amen to that.” Rick smirked.

  “So, what I’m asking,” I began. “What I’m asking is that you give me the six months you were planning on. Before we make any long-term decisions, I mean. I’m not sure I’ll even know then, not for sure, not what I want. But we’ll have had time to try this out, to see how it goes.”

  “Sounds fair,” Carl said.

  “Sounds really fair,” Rick said.

  “I’m not having the yard now, so I’ll have to relocate Samson. I might not have a riding school, but I’ve still got a horse I want to event for the next few summers.” I sighed. “I’m gutted about the yard, I really am, but my dream was about more than that. It’s about Samson, it’s about how far we’ve come. I just don’t think I can sacrifice that.”

  Carl held up his hands. “You don’t need to justify anything, Katie. It’s ok. We understand.” He paused. “We support you, with Samson, wi
th whatever you want to do.”

  My heart was beating so fast. “I know,” I said. “That’s part of the reason I’m not sure what I want anymore.” I looked at my hands. “It’s always seemed so simple, what I wanted. Samson, riding school, no kids, nothing to hold me back, just me and horses and a dream.”

  “Things change,” Rick said. “Just give yourself a break, see where things go. No pressure, pretty lady. I mean it. We both mean it.”

  “Ok.” I let out a breath. “So, we do this? No sugar daddies, just us, just seeing where this leads?”

  Carl nodded. “We see where this leads.”

  Rick smiled. “We do this.”

  The relief flooded me, relief and happiness. “Great,” I said. “That’s really great.”

  The guys looked at each other, then Rick spoke. “Are you gonna… move in? Is this… official? I dunno… are we… in a relationship?”

  I shrugged. “I guess so, if that’s what you want.”

  “It’s what we want,” Carl said. “Official. We’re official.” His eyes were intense and it made me blush. “As for the future, we’ll decide in six months.”

  Rick shot him a look. “Or whenever Katie’s ready to decide.”

  Carl held up his hands. “Yes, whenever you’re ready to decide.”

  “Six months,” I said. “I’ll know. I’ll make sure I know.”

  “Fine,” Carl said. “That’s all we can ask for. All we’d ever ask for.”

  I smiled. “I don’t know how my mum is going to react to all this.” I caught myself. “I mean… if that’s ok… if that’s what we’re planning? That this is official?”

  Carl nodded. “It’s official. You can tell your mum when you want to tell your mum. We’d like that.”

  Rick grinned. “I want you to meet my folks, they’ll love you. And my sisters.”

  Carl shrugged, smiled a little. “I don’t have anyone. There’s nobody for you to meet.”

  “You do. You have my dad,” I said, voicing the unspoken. “I couldn’t give a shit what he thinks about anything… but you…”

  His eyes crashed into mine. “I would like to tell your father, yes. I don’t do secrets, and I respect David. He’s important to me. I’d like to be honest with him.”

  “I don’t know him, I don’t know how he’ll react. He probably won’t give a shit,” I scoffed.

  “He’ll give a shit,” Carl said.

  “He’ll definitely give a shit,” Rick said. “You’re his little girl.”

  “I’m his mistake,” I said. “What difference will it make to him?”

  Carl shook his head. “You’re not a mistake, Katie. David would never call you a mistake, I can assure you of that.”

  It made me feel sick inside, sick and small, and fragile. Weird. It made me feel weird.

  I shrugged it off. “Maybe hold off from telling him, just until this internship thing is over. To be safe.”

  “That’s a long time,” Carl said. “I’m not sure I can wait that long. People will find out, he may ask me directly. If he asks me, I’ll answer. It’s how I work.”

  “Don’t we pissing know it,” Rick groaned, but he reached out a hand, squeezed Carl’s knee.

  “Ok,” I said. “If he asks, you tell him, but if he doesn’t, we just wait awhile, just until… it’s time. I dunno.” I shrugged. “Does that work?”

  “That works,” Carl said. “For now. Anything changes, I’ll let you know before I tell him, give you the chance to do it for yourself. He’s your dad. It’s your call.”

  “He’s not my dad,” I said. “Not like that. He’s never been a dad to me.”

  Neither of them spoke. It sat uncomfortably in the air, our difference in opinion about David Mr Perfect Faverley.

  Rick slapped his knees, called us to attention. He got to his feet, held out his arms. “Group fucking hug,” he said. “Seal the deal.”

  I took his hand, pulled myself up, and as my body moved towards theirs, their bright smiles, their kind eyes… the way they were so happy, the way they wanted me… I felt my skin prickle, from head to toe, this need in my belly, lower than that… this want…

  I wanted them. Both of them.

  I wanted them both so much I couldn’t stand it.

  They pulled me close, wrapped me in strong arms that held me so tight, and I said it. I just said it. Because I could say it, because I could say whatever I wanted now. Off the script, a proper relationship.

  They weren’t paying. Not anymore.

  “I was hoping for a bit more than a group hug,” I said.

  “Wait.” I laughed as two sets of hands came straight for me. “I didn’t mean right this second. I stink of horse. I’m muddy!”

  “But we love it when you’re dirty.” Rick grinned. “That’s how we like you best.”

  He hooked his fingers inside the waist of my jodhpurs, and I shunted towards him as he pulled. He kissed my neck, slowly, softly, tickling me with his tongue bar as Carl’s hands snaked around my waist from behind.

  “I’ve really missed this,” I said. “I think I’m addicted. It’s official, I’m a sex addict. Good job I have two of you to give me my fix.”

  Carl’s breath was hot against my cheek. “Twice the pleasure. For all of us.”

  I reached back for him, pulling him closer, until I could feel the swell of his cock against my ass. His hand slipped under my t-shirt, climbing my ribs, and I held my breath as he felt his way inside my bra. He found my nipple, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes and moaned into him.

  Ricks palm pressed between my legs. “Gonna take you,” he said. “Carl’s cock against mine as we open you up.”

  My clit pulsed and sparks danced through me. “Fuck yes,” I said. “That’s what I want. Both of you inside me.”

  “That’s our beautiful girl.” Carl hitched me against him, grinding against my ass, and I groaned as Rick pinned me there, his fingers working at my jodhpurs. He tugged them down roughly, and Carl wriggled my top off over my head. Between them they stripped me as I squirmed and gasped as warm hands explored me, squeezing at my tits, pulling at my nipples. Rick’s fingers slipped between my pussy lips, pushed their way inside and my head fell to his shoulder. I bit into his skin and his fingers fucked me.

  “Dirty wet girl. She’s so fucking wet, Carl. She can take more. Give her more.”

  Carl trailed his hand down my belly. He worked two fingers in next to Rick’s, and I grunted and worked my hips, and moaned as I heard the wetness. Their knuckles stretched me, pressing the spot inside that made me squirm. Heat travelled through me. Sweat on my brow. And the smell, of horse and mud, of two hot men. I just wanted fucking.

  “How do you want us?” Carl whispered.

  “I don’t fucking care. Just fuck me.”

  “How?” His hand was at my throat, squeezing, and shit I could almost come right there.

  “Both at once. Both holes. Fill me and fuck me.”

  “Good girl,” he said and kissed me.

  “In the shower,” Rick said. “All hot and steamy.”

  They pulled their fingers from me, and it squelched. My thighs were slippery as Carl walked me backwards, Rick’s fingers wet in mine as he positioned my hand on his belt. I undressed him as we moved, pulling his belt loose and unzipping his jeans. He kicked them off as I unbuttoned his shirt, following Carl’s lead into the hallway.

  I turned to face him as we reached the bottom of the stairs.

  “You have too many clothes on,” I said.

  “Far too fucking many,” Rick agreed.

  Rick took Carl’s jeans as I took Carl’s shirt, and we stripped him a heartbeat, casting his clothes back along the hall with ours. His cock stood proud, and I took hold of it along with Rick’s, worked the two of them in tandem with greedy hands.

  I dropped to my knees, gave them both a lick, one after the other, feeling like some kind of porn star, opening wide for two big dicks. I just needed some pigtails and false lashes
. I found myself grinning as I worked those dicks.

  “Our little miss is getting demanding.” Rick took hold of my hair, guided my mouth to Carl’s dick. I sucked him in, and Rick was rough, pushing me onto Carl’s cock until I gagged and spluttered. “Take him,” he said. “Swallow him down. All the way.”

  But there was no way. It hit the back of my throat and I retched a whole load of saliva down my tits. It made Carl groan, made his cock jerk. I wanted it more. Wanted to swallow it all the way down.

  “Upstairs,” Carl growled. “Both of you. Before I shoot my fucking load down someone’s throat.”

  He pulled me to my feet, sent me ahead, and I squealed as he slapped my ass hard as I went. He slapped Rick’s, too, chased us both up. And I was giggling by the time we reached the top, heady and horny and desperate for cock.

  Carl turned on the water and we stepped under the torrent before it had even warmed up. I didn’t even care, just let out a squeak as cold water hit my skin and my nipples pulled to instant hardness. Too cold, and then too hot, but it didn’t matter. Rick’s mouth was open wide on mine, his hand straight down to thumb my clit, and Carl was behind, his hand reaching between my legs, his big fingers opening me up.

  The water temperature evened out, and it was bliss, raining down on my skin as the guys brought me to climax between them. I wrapped my arms around their shoulders for leverage, working myself up and down on their fingers, and my clit tightened and pulsed, quickened and sent me over the edge. I tipped my head back and came for them, a wriggling mess of moaning breath and a host of expletives. My legs felt weak as I came down, but it didn’t matter, they had me.

  Carl grabbed a tube of something from the toiletries rack, and I figured he was going to soap me, but he didn’t. “It’s lube,” he said as he squeezed some out into Rick’s hand. He did the same in his own, and I watched him work it all over his cock. He took me from Rick, guided my arms around his neck and lifted me by my waist. I knew what was coming. I gripped him with my legs, holding myself up as he positioned his cock against my pussy. I lowered myself slowly, taking him an inch at a time.