Fake it Baby

by Tia Siren

I sighed, although I was smiling.

  “Are you actually going to make them buy you cakes to earn your approval?”

  “Hell yeah, I am,” Karly said with a giggle, “You can tell them I’m dead serious. If these guys are really into you and are as rich as you say they are, then a cake or two should be no problem. Actually, switch it around—have Mark buy the two cakes. Since Jake did take you out on that nice date.”

  “Isn’t it a bit pointless, though?” I asked.

  She let out a peal of delighted laughter, as if pleased I had caught on so readily.

  “Brooke. Come on. The hot docs are crazy about you—why not have a bit of fun with it? Anyway, when did a little cake hurt anyone?”

  “You’re crazy,” I told her, giggling myself.

  “You love it,” she said.

  Jake was mouthing at me “We have to go,” so I told Karly, “We gotta hit the road— you and your cake obsession are going to make me late for work.”

  “Tell them I’m 100% serious!” Karly was saying as I hung up.

  Once I did, both Jake and Mark were looking at me expectantly.

  “So,” Jake said.

  “Was she actually serious?” Mark said.

  “Yes,” I said, “Well no. I mean, she was serious, but you guys don’t have to do that. I mean, buying cakes for my best friend—it’s stupid. She’ll approve of you either way.”

  Silence. I could almost see the gears turning in both of their heads.

  “Well, I’m stopping by a cake shop before work,” Jake said, after a minute, “You two can do what you want.”

  “Fuck you,” Mark said, “If you’re going, I am. No way am I letting you get the upper hand via some bullshit cake bribery.”

  “Guys,” I said, “This is stupid. Seriously, we’re arguing about cake.”

  But their minds were made up.

  Smirking at each other, they started bantering about how many layers their cake was going to have—what message would be on it, and how many sprinkles.

  Despite myself, I couldn’t help but laugh at the crazy situation I was in. Not only did I have two sexy surgeons basically fighting over me—they’d taken it to the level of trying to one-up each other in impressing my best friend. And yet, my smile fell as fast as it had risen. Because I didn’t want them to fight over me—I wanted them to agree to share me. Karly’s ridiculous cake demand had only exacerbated the dynamic that was already there—two best friends, each determined to have me as theirs alone.

  We finished the whole bag of donuts on our way out of my apartment building. As we walked to our cars, it was just like before. I had one man on each arm, all three of us chatting easily. It had me brimming with happiness—and trembling with fear. Because, while we were getting along now, we hadn’t talked about the subject at hand yet.

  What if an open discussion about becoming a throuple ruined this temporary truce?

  Chapter 23

  Mark

  The whole day at work, my brain buzzed with what was to come. All through the various surgeries, procedures, and consultations, I wondered. What was Brooke going to say? Or Jake? Hell, what was I was going to say? Were we actually considering this throuple thing—or would this talk confirm that both of us being with Brooke couldn’t work—not now, not ever.

  By the time it was 3:45 p.m., I cornered them in the office.

  “So, how about we do it at my house?”

  They agreed with nervous nods, while I faked an easy laugh.

  “Hey, how bad can it be, right?”

  An awkward silence gave me the unfortunate answer.

  “Anyway,” I continued, “Seriously, how about we have the big discussion at my place?”

  Brooke glanced to Jake, who nodded.

  “Yeah, he does have a pool. Hey, why don’t we pick up a pizza on the way home while we’re at it?”

  “Good idea,” I agreed, latching my arms in theirs, “For old time’s sake.”

  They chuckled, and I continued “When we were so young and innocent.”

  Brooke gave me a playful hit.

  “Hey, we haven’t done anything yet. I’m not sure I even want to, okay? As far as I’m concerned, I am still innocent.”

  I put my hand on her head and patted it.

  “Oh, my dear Brooke. You’ve never been innocent.”

  Over her head, I saw Jake’s face go immobile.

  “And don’t give me that look, Dr. Teller. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that time you punched me in the shoulder.”

  Jake shrugged, smiling in spite of himself.

  “What can I say? You deserved it.”

  I smiled back.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  Then I left to go to the bathroom. What had just happened made me think. If we were going to make this work, we couldn’t do things the way we’d done them before. We couldn’t concentrate all our energy on Brooke and then get pissed when the other one did something with her. But if we did what I just had, joked and included everyone—if we kept the atmosphere fun and light, maybe we could find a way to make this work.

  Back at my place, Brooke actually had to stop to get a good look at my mansion. I stopped beside her, trying to absorb her wonder as my own. Truth be told, seeing the building’s massive white brick exterior, the thick white stone columns, day in and day out had made it seem mundane, not nearly as impressive as it had been those first few weeks.

  “This,” she said, her voice dripping with awe, “This is no house.”

  “Yeah, you’re right,” I said, casually, “It’s just my summer cottage. Like for getaways mostly.”

  “What?!” Brooke cried.

  Passing by, Jake punched me in the arm.

  “He’s full of shit. This is his main house—and his nicest.”

  I chucked my keys at Jake—who caught them.

  “Why do you always gotta go and ruin things?” I asked.

  For a second, Jake paused and I was afraid he’d taken my joke the wrong way. But then he turned and flashed a pearly white smile.

  “That’s what best friends are for, dude.”

  He was the one who opened the door. Brooke glided in, her head on a swivel as she let out a series of impressed exclamations.

  “The ceiling,” her head went up to take in the vaulted trellised ceiling, “and the floors,” her head went down to gaze at the opal-like finish on the marble floors.

  “Mark,” she said, finally turning her gaze to me, “This is, this is like a fairy-tale!”

  “Yes,” Jake said, tossing back my keys, “Mark has quite the taste—although he did have a certain best friend help him decide what to put where, which curtains to choose, that sort of thing.”

  “Ah, you’re right!” I exclaimed, slapping my palm against my forehead, “How could I have been so stupid? I almost forgot all about how much Dake had helped.”

  Brooke giggled. I blew a kiss to Jake’s glaring face, while he gave me the finger.

  “Maybe I should just eat this pizza myself,” he said, indicating the pizza box tucked under his arm.

  Brooke pouted.

  “At least share with me.”

  Jake smiled, draping his arm around her.

  “That could be arranged.”

  “Hey, did I mention what a great friend you’ve been to me?” I told Jake, going over to Brooke’s other side and draping my arm around her.

  He paused, eyeing me just as I was eyeing him. It felt weird, the way Brooke was sandwiched between us. Right now, I wanted to take to her smiling face and kiss it. I wanted to strip off that silky emerald green blouse and pin her there, right on the floor, pin her there and show her just what she meant to me. Or even just kiss her. But Jake was there eyeing me, maybe thinking the same thing.

  My gaze flicked to Brooke’s face. It looked rosy, and happy, like I’d seen it only a few times. That was the inconvenient truth of it—both of us, together, made Brooke happy. I glanced at Jake, whose gaze was still on Brooke, but whose expression was n
ow thoughtful. Maybe he was thinking the same thing. That together, we made her happy in a way that neither of us could manage by ourselves.

  “Pizza time?” Brooke said, looking from me to Jake with a grin.

  I snatched the pizza box out of Jake’s arm and dashed into the kitchen.

  “Last one in the kitchen doesn’t get any pizza!”

  As it turned out, Brooke was the last one in, so I had to forgo the whole claim. Instead of sitting on the stainless steel artistic table and chairs Jake had helped me pick out, I got some luxurious pillows from the salon and heaved them on the floor. Then I plopped the pizza box in the middle of them.

  “This seems like it’ll be a kinda floor sort of conversation.”

  Grinning, Brooke flopped down onto a purple satin pillow.

  “That sounds good to me.”

  Jake flopped on a pillow beside her, and I flopped onto the one on the other side. After I flipped open the pizza box, we methodically began devouring the pizza.

  I was halfway through my second piece, when I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “So, are we going to talk about this?”

  Brooke paused, her eyes lowering in worry.

  “Guess so.”

  Jake stopped eating with a sigh.

  “We can’t keep avoiding it forever.”

  He turned to Brooke, “So—”

  “So,” she said, looking at her pepperoni and olive slice as she spoke, “Yeah, like I said, I have no idea if this could actually work. But I do want to at least try. But first—I want to try a threesome.”

  “Oh hell yeah, I’m down,” I said, excitedly, “So which one of your friends were you thinking?”

  Brooke directed her glare my way.

  “Mark. You know what I mean.”

  I froze. Suddenly, I found I couldn’t swallow. I’d kinda known what she’d meant, to be honest, I just hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. Sure, I’d dreamed of threesomes—what guy hasn’t? But it had always involved me and two girls—not me as one of the men.

  “Do you think we could try that?” Brooke said.

  “I don’t know,” Jake said, “I mean, we can try—like you said. I’m willing to do that. But I can only imagine that it will be a boner-killer seeing you with Mark between your legs.”

  Brooke took his hand.

  “You two leave the turning on part to me,” she said.

  I grabbed her hand, lifted it to my lips.

  “No, you leave the turning on part to us,” I said.

  Her gaze shot to my lips.

  “Oh yeah?”

  And with just a look, I was getting hard already.

  “Yeah,” I said, pressing my lips to hers.

  We’d only kissed for a minute, when Jake had ripped her away, and pressed his lips to hers. It was fucked, but watching them like that both angered me and fueled me, and now my cock was swelling even more.

  I ripped her away and lifted a slice of pizza to her lips.

  “But first—eat,” I said, “Eat and let us enjoy you.”

  As she bit at the thin piece I held, I snaked my other hand down, over to her breasts. I glanced over to Jake, who was watching with an uncertain expression. I nodded, and with one hand he grasped her other breast. Mouth full of pizza, Brooke groaned. As she ate and moaned, Jake and I caressed her in time.

  I nudged Jake and, together, we slipped our hands under her shirt, onto her bra. Her chest was heaving already. I looked up to see that the pizza was finished.

  I grinned at Jake. There was an excited fire in his dark eyes. The same excited fire that was probably in mine.

  “Looks like it’s time,” I said.

  Chapter 24

  Brooke

  As Mark said the words, I felt a heat rush to my pussy. Oh fuck—we were actually doing this— right now.

  “Come on, Brooke,” Mark was purring in my one ear, pulling at my arm.

  “Come on, Brooke,” Jake was growing in my other ear, locking his lips around the edge of it.

  Next thing I knew, the two of them were lifting me easily, carrying me up the stairs somewhere. We passed towering vases that were like works of art, stunning paintings that looked like Jake had done them, endless rooms, one after another. Then finally, at the end of the hallway, we reached the bedroom. The men tossed me into a huge bed of red satin. Then, they paused. They shot each other a nervous look, as if remembering what they were doing for the first time.

  Now it was up to me. Luckily, I didn’t have to fake how turned-on I was already—the dual breast fondling downstairs had taken care of that.

  So, my eyes going from one of them to the other, I clambered up onto my knees. Then, my lips parted, my eyes half-lidded, I watched them watch me as I played with the hem of my blouse.

  There was music playing—maybe there always had been. It had the perfect sensual easy beat for this. Because really, this was fun—and I felt horny as fuck already. There was no rush taking off this filmy little blouse. I could just drape it over my shoulder like this, whack myself with it like that. The same went for my work pants.

  I got off the bed, and played with the zipper—up and down, and up and—this time I took the pants with it—all the way down. At the bottom, my butt stuck up behind me, and as I looked at them, they seemed seconds from pouncing on me. I held up a finger and shook my head.

  “Not yet, boys,” I purred, “Not yet.”

  Now I was just in my bra and panties, which were matching black lace. Jake and Mark were like panting dogs before me. My hands flowed up and down my curves. Up and under my bra. Until one strap was off. And the other. And then, with a little shake, my bra flopped onto the floor in front of me. Now I was braless and they were on their knees. I walked up to them, gave Mark one tit and Jake the other. Together, they sucked moans out of me, while their hands found my pussy. I slapped them away, then, as pleasure throbbed through my breasts, shoved their heads away.

  I wasn’t finished yet.

  Next, I latched my fingers into my lacy little thong, running them back and forth. Then, slowly but surely, my eyes flicking from one dick to another, I pulled them down. Really, I couldn’t decide who I wanted in me first. So, I let my mouth decide.

  First, I worked on Jake’s pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. By the time they were half-way off, Mark’s bare cock was already ready for me—he’d pulled his pants off himself. Good boy. He clearly wanted it bad—so I gave it to him. I spit on his dick and spread it up and down with my tongue. My hands caressed his balls. Fuck, I was wet already and they’d barely touched me. Now, Jake was clasping my breasts insistently, so I threw my face over his dick to shut him up. That sent him falling back into a seated position, while I eagerly gulped down his cock. Jesus fuck it was big—and so hard, too. Mark was tugging at my head, so I shoved my breast his way. He took it in his lips eagerly, and seconds later I was back at his dick, finishing what I had started. Up and down, and all around, I worked him with my mouth and hand, while he grunted and groaned in pleasure. My nose burrowed into his happy trail as I sucked him off eagerly, gulping him down so far that I practically choked. Somewhere, Jake was grasping my tits, but I barely noticed. I had to finish what I started—it was too hot to leave Mark like this now. I had to finish him—not for himself, but for me. So up and down my hand and mouth went in tandem, pumping him harder, faster, and deeper. It felt good, really fucking good—almost like I was the one being sucked off.

  Mark was just fucking loving it. His head was thrown back, while grunts were spilling out of his lips. When his legs started shaking, I knew he was near the edge. So, cupping his balls in my other hand, I sucked him with all I had. Slurp up, slurp down, and around with my tongue and my mouth, bending my lips in, sucking with all the pressure I could, fast and faster. More and more, his full body was shaking now and he was groaning. I didn’t let up in the slightest, and slammed his cock deep in my throat as far as it would go, and that’s when he exploded into me, hot grunting spurt after spurt. I sucked him
clean, then turned to Jake with greedy eyes. He was looking at me uncertainly, but I didn’t care. My pussy was vibrating with demanding want. I hadn’t gone this far just to stop now.

  So, I threw my face over his dick, stopping halfway. Fuck. Jake was just so fucking big. And hard. And weird as he may have felt about this—he was turned on, there was no denying that. Feebly he tried grasping my tits, while I slapped his hands away. I was sucking him. Right now, I was in control of his pleasure—and mine.

  While I swirled my tongue up and down his shaft, he groaned, pawing at my head in ecstasy. I let him guide my head to his dick, shove it all the way down until I was gagging. My body shook with it. This was crazy-hot and I was so wet. Now Jake was starting to finger me, but again I smacked him away. That gave me an idea. I was so fucking horny now—I wasn’t sure I could take making Jake cum too without getting off myself. So, I returned my head to his dick, and pressed my fingers into my clit. Oooo yeahhh.

  While I sucked him hard, shallow and fast, I mashed my fingers into my already-throbbing clit. Already, Jake’s dick was trembling and I was trembling with the oncoming release, the un-fucking-bearable pleasure coursing through both of us. Up and down I sucked with my mouth, around and around I swirled with my finger. And—oh—fuck—yes, he was there and I was there. And oh—a bit more—faster, harder, deeper, faster now—and we were both there—more than there—we were it— we were fucking it! Yelling with it, shaking with it, overtaken by it, over and over again.

  When we’d fallen still, I lay there for a moment before opening my eyes. I sat up, looking from Jake to Mark, back to Jake again.

  “So,” I said, “What do you guys think?”

  Mark grabbed my hair.

  “I think I wanna fuck your mouth.”

  A flash of heat ignited in my pussy. Next thing I knew, my head was being thrust back onto the floor, while Mark was shoving his semi-hard dick in between my lips. My eyes went to Jake, who was watching with round eyes. My gaze flicked to his dick, while I assumed a pleading look. Nodding slowly, he spread my legs and eased his own semi-hard dick into me. Pleasure trembled into me. Oh fuck.

  Mark pulled my lips apart farther, while I opened my mouth as far as I could, so he could get his dick in deeper. He thrust himself into me. My moans from Jake fucking my pussy were half-gargled with Mark’s dick in my mouth. In and out he thrust in my mouth, in and out Jake thrust into my pussy. Both of them moved slowly, in the same gradually building rhythm. Mark thrust himself until the head of his cock was burrowing into the back of my throat. When I started gagging, he patted my head.