Their Proposition

by Charisma Knight

  She bit her bottom lip squeezing her eyes shut. “Uh, you’d better not stop!” she demanded. “Fuck me like you used to,” she pleaded. Pete kissed her passionately while pinching her diamond-hard nubs. Her legs trembled slightly as Nick stroked deep inside her, like a madman seeking redemption. It turned her on to no end, seeing the expression on his face. His heavy-lidded eyes became narrowed slits, his lips parted slightly. Each time she contracted her pussy muscles, he groaned.

  “Ah, so sweet,” he moaned. “Yeah, baby,” he whispered while kissing the inside of her knee. “Oh, my beautiful cinnamon girl,” he exclaimed, as his thrusts quickened.

  “Oooh-ooh uh!” It got her off when he called her that. “Don’t stop, baby, please don’t stop!” She could scarcely breathe as her pussy convulsed clenching around his thick cock, making him pump her harder. Her clit throbbed as she stroked it. She so enjoyed the tortured expression on her lover’s face.

  “Yeah, honey,” Pete murmured. “Play with that clit, stroke it harder, yeah, like that! Now pinch it,” he demanded through clenched teeth. “Yeah, yeah, ooh baby,” he groaned, before bending down to nibble on a dark nipple.

  “Fuck me, harder, faster, more!” she demanded, as the feelings centered around her clit.

  Releasing her nipple, Pete looked up and narrowed his eyes.

  “Fuck her harder, man.” Then he looked at her with a cold stare.

  “Work that clit, baby, work it!” The Viking pressed his thin, wet lips together. “Yeah, honey, I want you to cream on his cock.” She mewled. He stroked her cheek lovingly, speaking to her in a hushed voice.

  Breaking out in a sweat, Nick slammed into her, making her tits jiggle. With each thrust, she brought her hips off the bed to meet his cock, wanting, needing it buried deeper inside her, as though her life depended upon it. She wrapped her legs around his chiseled body, as he picked her up. She clung to him tightly as she slid up and down his pole.

  “Get her ready now,” she heard Pete say, as he rose from the bed ripping open a condom. “It’s time to make a sandwich out of her. Been too long since I’ve had that tight ass,” he said, almost in a growl.

  Her body tightened in reaction to Pete’s words, her juices releasing all over Nick’s cock.

  “Man, you just said the magic words,” Nick breathed. “She’s so wet, her juices are dripping down my balls!”

  “Perfect, time to switch,” he said eagerly.

  Nick released her laying on his back. “Get on all fours, baby,”

  he commanded.

  “I want Pete’s cock in my ass,” she said, situating herself over Nick. She rubbed her aching cunt against his hardness jumping when smacked her ass. “Yesss, baby,” she hissed. “Smack it again.”

  She threw her head back when Nick gave her another slap on the ass before impaling her on his cock.

  “Ride it,” he demanded. “Yeah, like that,” he groaned as she slid up and down his thick tool. His hand slid to her breasts, fondling them gently. “Ah, girl,” he breathed. “I love those fucking tits of yours.” Her pace quickened as she cried out at the pleasure she was receiving.

  From behind, she felt Pete’s hard cock teasing her rear entrance. “Oooh, careful,” she whispered. He slipped a finger inside, making her buck against it.

  “Shall I add another?” Pete asked.

  “Please,” she said through sheer breaths. Her pussy convulsed around Nick’s cock as he held her still. “Uh!” she cried out when Pete slipped a second finger in her tight rear. “Yesss, baby, please,”

  she howled as she came hard. “I want your cock in my ass, now!

  Give it to me!”

  “She’s gonna snap my fucking dick in half,” Nick grunted.

  “Fuck, I’m close, but don’t want to come,” he said.

  “You don’t have to ask me twice,” Pete said, easing himself inside her tight crevice. “Ah, fuck!” he exclaimed. Melanie turned around just in time to see the priceless expression on his face. It turned her on to see him biting his lip. His muscles flexed with each movement of his cock. Chiseled biceps worked hard to hold her in place, as he picked up the pace, pumping his needful cock into her tight ass.

  “Yes, oh, yes,” She moaned, bucked, and squealed in pleasure as Nick’s dick drilled her. She shuddered as the intensity of being filled in both entrances overcame her. After several more minutes, they came, collapsing in a sweaty, tangled heap.

  Melanie sighed in satisfaction as she reveled in being

  sandwiched between her two suitors. Physically, she was satisfied, but still wanted more. Mentally, she was on top of the world. Her heart raced and she smiled.

  Pete rose peeling the condom from his dick as she lifted herself from Nick’s sweaty body. After washing, he called for their attention.

  “Now, time to seal our deal,” the blond said, as he wrapped a blood-red towel around his large frame and retrieved his checkbook from the drawer of his computer desk.

  “What do you mean?” she asked while toweling off. She

  narrowed her eyes as Nick dug into his wallet too.

  “Payment,” Pete said, after filling out a check. He folded and handed it to her, and Nick did the same.

  A sick feeling drilled her gut as she snatched the checks out of their hands while flashing them hard looks. “So, you both are serious about this arrangement, huh?” she asked.

  They nodded, and the knot in her throat grew.

  “Okay,” she muttered, as she collected her clothes. She needed some air, and to be as far away from them as possible.

  “You cool with the amounts?” Nick asked, with a smile.

  She hadn’t bothered to look at the checks, nor did she answer as she dressed.

  Pete frowned. “Now what’s wrong?” Deep down inside, he

  seemed to be laughing, at her expense. Even though she’d agreed to take money from them, there was something that just didn’t set well with her.

  “Nothing,” she snapped. “I—I gotta get out of here, need to go home,” she choked out as she fought back tears. She’d thought she could play this game, but she was wrong.

  “Okay, let me get dressed, and I’ll take you home,” Nick replied as she walked past him.

  “Melanie!” Pete called.

  She ignored them both as she snatched her purse and leather coat from the living room and flew out the door.

  *

  She paid the cab driver and exited the vehicle. She was finished with both men and the entire situation. As soon as she entered her house, she hurled her keys against the wall in a fit of anger, and slammed the door shut.

  The entire ride home, they’d both simultaneously blown up her damned phone until she turned the gadget off, and dropped it into the bottomless pit she called a purse. Now she paced back and forth, and cursed even louder. She was so pissed, she’d thrown on her sweater dress and boots, and left her friggin’ suitcase at Pete’s.

  She flopped down on the sofa to gather her thoughts. Why did they see fit to insult her the way they had? She’d never thought of herself as a call girl, but in the past, they’d never offered her money in exchange for her company. Why had she agreed to the monetary arrangement? Did they consider her a whore for bedding them both at once? Had they always thought of her in this way? They all shared an open-minded view on their situation, and weren’t judgmental. What the hell had changed?

  Both men had written her checks in the sum of four thousand a piece. Sighing, she looked at them both. Tomorrow, she could march straight to the bank and deposit them, if she so chose. Hell, back in the day, it would have been cake to do something like this.

  Now, she discovered resentment and heartache coiling her insides.

  She bit her lip hard, pushing back the overwhelming desire to cry.

  Why should she care what they thought of her? It was only a harmless arrangement, right? After all, she was the one who’d called it off months ago when things got too heavy. However, this weekend had brought them much closer than
she’d expected. She couldn’t deny the strong emotion any longer. She loved them both, with all her heart and soul, she’d discovered, but she’d never admit to it. She wasn’t supposed to fall in love, not with them. After all, they were players, and could have any woman—she knew that.

  “Pffft,” she spat, rising from the sofa, and flinging the checks to the floor. “Love!” she sputtered, as though the word sickened her. Never in her life had she believed in the word. It was bad enough falling in love with one man, but two? What the hell had she gotten herself into now? She went against her better judgment and slept with the fools. Why didn’t she follow her original instincts?

  The undeniable ache in her chest wouldn’t go away so soon; undoubtedly it would take time. These were the same feelings she’d experienced before deciding to call off their relationship, but much more intense. She swore she thought a hole was being ripped through her chest.

  She jumped slightly when the phone rung. She didn’t have to look at the caller ID to know who was on the other end. She didn’t want to speak with anyone right now. Unplugging the cord of the phone, she retreated to the bedroom and prepared for her shower.

  She needed to wash everything away.

  Chapter Four

  Monday morning approached like an impending storm, giving her just cause to contemplate calling out. Turning to her side, her gut clenched, because she knew the bastards would be there today.

  Sitting up on the edge of the bed, she bowed her head for a few blessed moments. No way—she couldn’t let those clunk heads control her. After all, her job was her main source of income, plus she needed the healthcare benefits. “Shit, fuck ’em both,” she cussed beneath her breath, as she stumbled off to the showers.

  While preparing for the office, she wondered what the big deal was in keeping the checks. She should deposit them during her lunch break, just for the hell of it. But the money really didn’t matter. There was something much more valuable at stake.

  She’d hold her head up high if it killed her, she thought before barging in. No man should have this much control over her, she told herself, as she strolled over to her cubicle and turned her computer on. As soon as she gained that flash of self-confidence, the conference room door opened and Nick popped out. Dammit!

  She wasn’t expecting them to be here this early. Since he was here, she knew Pete wasn’t too far behind.

  “What are you doing here?” she snapped, suddenly feeling her temper rise.

  He looked at her with piercing green eyes. “Pete and I are holding a meeting with our teams,” he replied while looking around. “Listen—about Saturday, um, we—”

  “Save it, jerk,” Melanie sneered. “I don’t want to hear it.”

  Suddenly, a few guys from Conklin’s team arrived and Pete emerged from the conference room. “We need to talk,” he demanded in a quiet voice.

  “Go away!” she whispered as she logged into her computer.

  “Pete.” Nick tapped his old friend on the shoulder and shook his head. “Now’s not the time,” he insisted.

  “We

  will talk later on, I promise you that,” Pete mumbled before leaving the lobby. “You didn’t have to storm out the way you did,” he added. “We called your cell and your landline, but you never picked up. That was a pretty rotten stunt you pulled,” he growled.

  “Well, it was a pretty rotten stunt you both pulled on me!” she shot back, suddenly uncaring of what anyone thought.

  She didn’t blink twice when Leslie Jenkins, one of the district service managers, strolled past and arched a brow. “Everything okay here?” she asked them. “We’ve got customers coming in soon, so please take this to a guest office or something,” she added before exiting the lobby.

  Pete pounded his fist against the ledge before leaving. She couldn’t help but feel his pain. Biting her lip, she looked over at Nick who, as always, maintained his cool. She studied his eyes and picked up on the sadness lingering in the green depths.

  Getting up, she decided to take a stroll into other parts of the office and grab her morning coffee. She sucked in her breath when she discovered other available conference rooms. Why the hell did they have to pick the one closer to her? Were they trying to make her life miserable?

  Other office personnel greeted her, and she knew immediately she’d have to put a mask on, so her feelings wouldn’t reflect on her face. Damned men! They did it to you every time, made you swoon and open you heart up, then, bam! They pulled a fast one on you and stuck you in the heart with a dagger. At least, that’s what it felt like to her.

  The entire day seemed to drag and she discovered how hard it was to be in the same room with them. A few times, Nick came out and asked her to print out a few spreadsheets for the meeting, and she did, without looking him in the eye. It was too hard to look them in the eye.

  Once the day was over, she turned off her computer and hauled ass to the car. She sent up a silent prayer, thankful that they were still caught up in meetings. She knew, though that sooner or later they’d corner her, and she wasn’t looking forward to it.

  Once again, her phone rang a few times, and she picked up.

  “What now!” she exclaimed.

  “We’re coming over tonight, and you’d better let us in,” Pete blurted out over the phone.

  “Oh, like hell I will, you bastard,” she sneered into the phone.

  “Just leave me alone, okay?”

  “I still have your key—don’t make me use it, Melanie,” he shot back. “I know damned well you never changed the locks.”

  She cringed. He knew her all too well. When she’d called the relationship off, it hadn’t dawned on her to change the locks. Why?

  Because she’d trusted them with her life. Too bad they were too irresponsible to hold the key to her heart.

  “If you come here, I’ll call the police on you both,” she threatened. She wanted to smack herself silly for being so stupid.

  “Hello!” Pete had hung up, and she knew she would have a hard time making them go away. She prayed Nick would try talking some sense into his buddy, but her gut told her she was wrong.

  Ten minutes after she spoke to Pete, she heard a vehicle pull up out front. She didn’t have to peek out the blinds to tell who it was. She already knew. A hard knock came at the door, and she froze in her tracks. Maybe if she was quiet, they’d go away. She crept away from the door and out into the kitchen.

  Another knock came, along with Pete’s voice. “Melanie, open the door, now,” he demanded. She continued to ignore the knocks, but they increased. “Melanie, please! We really need to talk with you.” Please? Had she heard right? Pete had said “please”. The man was so demanding, it wasn’t funny. Something must be up for him to use that word.

  Without hesitating, she walked to the door and opened it. Her heart fluttered when she discovered both men with strange looks on their faces. She unlocked the screen door, and they let themselves in.

  “What do you want?” she asked in a dry voice.

  Nick strolled over to her. “You,” he said.

  “You’re confusing us,” Pete said, taking her hand in his, and escorted her over to the couch. “Sit down, woman, please,” he asked. He’d said please again. Her chest tightened, and fire ignited within her loins. Whatever they were about to lay on her was pretty heavy, she knew.

  “Look, about those checks,” Nick started, as he nervously scratched his head. “We only wrote them so you wouldn’t leave us.”

  “How could you think I wanted to be treated like some call girl?” she asked angrily.

  “Whoa! We didn’t think that,” Pete blurted out. “We don’t think of you in that way. When you broke it off, you clearly said you preferred have a monetary relationship over an emotional one.

  You were the one who said you wanted a no-strings-attached relationship, remember?”

  “What?” she asked in a hushed tone. She cringed. It suddenly dawned on her that she’d definitely said that. She really hadn’
t meant it, but was protecting her heart. Back then, she would have told them anything to save face.

  “Yeah,” Nick chimed in. “We figured we’d call your bluff. We know how you are, girl. We aren’t idiots, but just because we’re men, you think we lack emotion.”

  “I never said that!” she snapped.

  “You never had to—your actions proved it,” Pete mumbled. “I mean, do you want us to continue on the physical aspect of this relationship, or are you ready for the emotional?”

  She looked at them simultaneously. “You guys are losing me,”

  she said, holding up her hands.

  “We know how you were feeling and why you broke things off,” Nick said. “You developed feelings for us, and well—to be honest, we did too.” Nick exhaled sharply. “We never asked for this, and we realize you didn’t either. This is something that just happened,” he volunteered. He closed his eyes and shook his head.