by Piper Trace
For her.
She groaned, gripping her fingers to Charley’s chest muscles. Charley winced but continued touching her, murmuring words of lust, words of encouragement for what seemed like an impossible task. While Ford held her from jumping away, he placed the head of his cock against her slickened hole and pushed just a little. His cock was much bigger than his fingers, and the difference was obvious. She relaxed and tried instead to concentrate on how good his fingers had felt stretching her out, and how this hard length would feel even better.
“I’m going to leave it just like that Evie, so you can get used to the sensation.” His voice was tight with the effort of his control, and she felt safe in his instruction. He reached around her and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples to take her mind off the large cock pressing into her ass. She moaned and bravely pushed back against him, realizing that as long as he didn’t force it, he would not gain entrance until she was ready. Her muscles there were quite tight.
He ran his hands over her back and shoulders, murmuring sensual things to her, complementing her skin and her shapely body. Charley did the same in front of her, rhythmically stimulating her clit with his thumb. All the while Ford kept a constant pressure between the head of his cock and the entrance to her ass, not to be deterred from getting what he wanted.
Panting with the pleasure growing in her over this taboo act, she wriggled against Ford, hoping her muscles would relax enough to allow him entrance. She wanted to please him. As she worked to open herself up to him, his excitement at finding himself so close to being inside her tight hole seemed to war with his control.
He leaned into her in an impatient, bossy move, tilting her over Charley’s chest and causing her breath to catch. “Let me in Evie,” he whispered. “I want to fuck your virgin ass.” He pressed slightly further into her and she moaned at the overwhelming feeling. She wanted him inside her, wanted him to have sex with her there, but she couldn’t seem to do it. “Let me, Evie,” he commanded, his tone growing hard. “You will learn to make your ass available to me.”
“You can do it, Evie. Just relax. Ford will feel so good in your ass, trust me,” Charley whispered and pressed up into her, flexing his cock in her with his own memories of Ford fucking him there.
Between Charley’s expert technique on her clit, her pussy still stretched full of his cock, and Ford’s raw, dominant words, she was close to climaxing. But she wanted to experience an orgasm while completely filled with the two men in her life. She wanted both Charley and Ford inside her at the same time.
She suddenly couldn’t wait any longer to feel what it was like to have Ford in her ass. Pressing herself backwards she let her head fall back, begging the man behind her in a hoarse voice, “Fuck my ass, Ford. I want you to be the first man inside me there.” She closed her eyes and made one last heroic effort to will her muscles loose.
“I want to,” Ford said, his voice betraying a hint of anguish at the control being asked of him.
“Just take it,” she ordered through gritted teeth. It was all the permission he needed. Ford grunted and pressed hard into her taut opening, now demanding admission and finding it. Her muscles finally allowed him to slide past and he was in. Eased by the lubrication, he slowly worked his hard length into her impossibly tight bottom until his balls pressed against the skin of her ass cheeks. All the way in.
The act was intensely intimate in a way that transcended the simple physical closeness of their bodies, their sexes. When they moved, they could each feel it, inside and outside. When Ford pulled back and then thrust, all three of them were rocked by the force of it. They were truly, all three, making love to each other, together as one.
Charley groaned. “I can feel you moving inside her,” he whispered. Then his tone grew purposeful. “Take her, Ford, I want to feel you stroking against me inside Evie. I want to feel you come inside her there.”
Gasping at the sensation of having a man in her virgin hole, Evie reached for Charley’s fingers on her clit, moving them like she needed them. “Oh god…oh god…” It seemed to be the only words she could remember how to say, drowning as she was in the deluge of sensation the men were creating in her. Ford pulled his cock shallow and then thrust into her bottom again, making her call out with pleasure.
He didn’t hesitate any longer. He buried himself in her over and over, sending her screaming and quaking past the point of no return. Her orgasm exploded through her as Ford took her ass just as he’d fuck her pussy. She cried out, her body pulsing against both men inside her in a climax more intense than she’d ever had. She bucked between Charley and Ford, feeling both enveloped by them and completely possessed by them as they enjoyed her body, and she begged them not to stop.
Wrapping his hands around her hips, Ford pumped his cock into her ass hard enough to drive her flat against Charley’s chest. Charley’s moved under her, grunting animal sounds as Evie was jostled with Ford’s rhythm on Charley’s cock. She squeezed her fingers against Charley’s chest, holding on, relishing every wave of intense sensation that Ford forced into her.
“I can feel you, Ford. I can feel every stroke against my dick. It feels— Oh god, I’m there!” Charley gritted his teeth, a guttural noise of release coming from deep in his throat.
Ford finished too, at that pinnacle of heat. “Ah, fuck yes! That’s it—” Ford grunted that sound of pleasure that Evie heard in her dreams. “God, I’m coming so deep in your ass…” Ford and Charley both emptied in her, not stopping until they’d spent every drop, filling her with their cum.
The trio collapsed to the bed, the men’s softening cocks slipping from her. They were tangled together, arms and legs wrapped into each other like a complicated knot she had no interest in undoing. She felt completely full and empty at the same time, in the best way. Happy, content, without complication. The intensity of the act had cleared her mind—the adrenaline and pleasure burning the worries from her brain like cobwebs against a candle flame.
The act had confirmed what she already knew—she trusted and believed in these two men. The safety and belonging she felt as she lay there wrapped into them was what she’d longed for all her life. Sighing, she tried to memorize the feeling of being cocooned in total bliss, held between these two gorgeous men as the trio recovered from the pleasure they’d all shared.
Evie didn’t have much experience in the feeling of belonging, but she imagined it felt much like she felt now, nestled between Ford and Charley. Not because they’d just fucked her in every way a man could fuck a woman, but because she had what felt like a rock-solid footing with the two men—a surety of inclusion in their threesome. They felt like a family to her. Ford and Charley had been friends for a long time, but Evie sensed that the pair hadn’t truly solidified into a comfortable union until they’d become a trio, body and soul, with her.
Shifting her body to snuggle deeper into the hollow between the two men, she thought about what Ford had said and now understood it to her soul. Wrapped in the two men’s arms felt like home to her too. The home she’d never had, the friends she’d never kept. Even when she’d been with other men, even in bed, even when she’d thought she was in love, she’d always felt alone. But for the first time, she no longer felt alone, not when she was being held by Ford and Charley.
She couldn’t imagine them moving on without her, but a wisp of sadness crept through her, because she knew Ford would want to do just that. Neither she nor Charley would be able to stop him from trying to move on at the end of the year, of that she was sure. Her gut twisted. Was Ford even capable of having the same feelings she did? Could he embrace them? She wasn’t sure he was could. But, maybe.
No. Stop it.
Her heart was breaking even as she was letting herself think it. She couldn’t torture herself for a year. And it would be torture, because she could see the future, stark and clear. She’d have to learn to live without them both. As much as she’d tried to prevent this from happening, it had happened anyway. And so fast. Her he
art had recognized its fillers even if she hadn’t, and it had filled its empty spots up to bursting with Ford and Charley.
Ford sighed and untangled himself. He sat up, stroking her head. “Evie. You never cease to amaze me.”
“Mmm.” She was exhausted. “Stay with us.” She grabbed his wrist and looked up at him, hoping to see her feelings reflected in his face. She knew Charley would stay if Ford would let him, and she wanted to spend the night held in both men’s arms.
“Yeah, stay with us Ford.” Charley added, wrapping his arms around Evie and snuggling against her.
For a long moment, Ford didn’t respond. The dim light painted his face in shadow and Evie couldn’t read his expression. Finally he sighed deeply. “Evie, your bed is a mess.” He picked at the sheets. “All wet. So much cum.” There was a moment more of silence where Evie’s heartbeat kicked up. Finally Ford finished, “You can’t sleep here.”
Ford stood and began gathering his clothes. “Well, c’mon. Both of you. You’ll have to sleep in my bed tonight.”
CHAPTER THREE
EVIE PADDED DOWN the dark, silent hallway toward Ford’s room. The men were already in bed. Evie was the straggler, needing more time in the shower than either man. Nervous and excited about the invitation into Ford’s room, she’d freshly shaved her legs and after the shower had made sure her hair was completely dry. She had a hunch Ford wasn’t as cavalier about wet pillows as she was. Wearing only a robe and panties, ready to crawl into bed nearly naked and curl up with the two hot men, Evie hesitated with her hand on the doorknob.
She couldn’t bring herself to open the door.
Heart hammering with anxiety, she turned and paced to a nearby chair, set in a hallway alcove. What was wrong with her? There were two gorgeous men in that room probably spooning each other right at that moment, and she had an invitation to snuggle in between them for the night. Her toes curled in pleasure at the thought, yet she couldn’t go in.
Sinking into the chair, she pulled her legs onto the seat and hugged her knees. She’d never been in Ford’s room. She’d never slept with Ford.
She laughed silently as soon as she had the thought. She’d slept with Ford but she’d never gone to sleep with Ford. She’d been bedded by Ford but she’d never been in Ford’s bed. Smirking, she dropped her head back until the hard, top rail of the chair supported her neck, and stared blankly into the dark corners of the ceiling where no light reached.
She waited…waited for the blazing thought she hoped would come—the one that would provide the clarity that would organize all the confusion swirling in her head. The thought that would allow her to open that door to Ford’s room, and to those two men…but it never came. Closing her eyes, she felt another wave of unease and realized her heart was still pounding. She was having an anxiety attack.
Great.
She was supposed to be throwing caution to the wind, indulging her decadent side—no shame. But it was all just making her more anxious. Throwing caution to the wind required a certain amount of cavalierness to consequences, and Evie wasn’t made that way, at least not in matters where her heart was at stake. Mashing her lips to a thin line, she cursed Ford silently for his charm, his mysterious magnetism. If she could just bring herself to like him a little less every day, things would be perfect. But the balance wasn’t heading in that direction.
Why was she surprised? Some small part of her knew she’d been falling in love with the man a little bit more every day since she’d started working for him way back he was just her beautiful, eccentric client at the law firm. Though back then, the only thing at stake had been her job.
Now it seemed everything was in danger—her heart, Charley’s heart, and with the threat of John lurking in the background, maybe even her life. She unfolded out of the chair, and her robe fell to cover her knees again. She stared at Ford’s door. Imagining crawling into bed between those two big men and their hard bodies and warm, muscular arms nearly overcame her self-control, but she hung her head for a moment before resolutely turning back toward her room.
A quick search of a hall closet netted a set of crisp white sheets. Back in her room, she stripped the ruined sheets off her bed, and along with them, the wonderful smell of the two men and the raw scent of the sex she’d had with them. After remaking the bed neatly with the fresh linens, she crossed back to her bedroom door and threw the bolt on her lock, feeling her stomach settle when she heard the heavy rod slide solidly home. Safe, for now. With a tug she double-checked the security of the door, and satisfied, crawled into her bed alone.
*****
The next morning she dressed slowly, feeling sullen and sore, even though she’d soaked for a long time in a hot bath. She’d never had this much sex in her life, and last night… “Geez, god,” she said out loud, shaking her head at her reflection in the mirror. Her pussy was already waking up again at the memory of what she’d done the night before.
Knowing she was going to have to answer for not joining the men in bed as she’d been instructed, she made her way slowly to Ford’s office. Might as well get it over with and hear what he had to say.
Ford glanced up from his work long enough to give her a quick smile, and then in his “all-business” voice he said, “Evie, good morning. Take off all of your clothes and leave on your heels. I’d like to get started right away this morning.” She hadn’t even had coffee yet.
Feeling uneasy, she did as he said.
Without even sparing her naked form a glance, he gathered the work in front of him and put the pile into a desk drawer so that his desk was completely cleared off. She couldn’t remember if there were normally items on the desk, like a clock or paperweights, and she had an unsettling feeling he’d cleared it off just for this occasion.
He patted the desk in front of him. “Bend over.” Being on the opposite side from him, she leaned over it towards him, keeping a wary eye on him.
“All the way over, Evangeline.” He grabbed her wrists and pulled them to the front corners, forcing her to lay the upper half of her body flat on the huge desk’s surface. She gasped, as much in response to the treatment as to her naked skin being suddenly plastered against the cold wood. Her bare nipples puckered hard at the feel of the cool, dark mahogany. Wondering what was going on, she lifted her head and looked at him to read what she could in his body language. He seemed matter-of-fact, cold, and she knew he was definitely not happy about her choice to disobey him the night before.
“Have I done something wrong?” she asked, hoping to gauge how angry he was.
“Many things,” he said simply, and her stomach did a little flip-flop. She stayed still, waiting, her heart now pounding with anxiety. Ford opened the top right drawer of the desk, extracting long, thin strips of leather out of it. He took one of her hands and tied a strap around her wrist, then opened the heavy, top desk drawer and dropped the excess into it. He slammed the drawer shut, trapping the lashing and pulling it tight. He did the same for her other hand.
She tested the slack. He’d effectively immobilized her hands. Her pulse fluttered and she felt her hands grow slick on the wood as her palms began to sweat.
He came around the desk behind her and spread her legs with all the care of an arresting officer. He wasn’t gentle, and without meaning to, she let out a small whimper that exposed her fear. He didn’t react—he just used the lashings to tie her ankles, just above her heels, to each of the corner legs below her on her side of the desk. He stepped back, she assumed, because she couldn’t feel him touching her anymore. She couldn’t turn her head enough to see directly behind her.
She wriggled, but due to the size of the desk and the technique of Ford’s bondage, she was firmly secured across the desk, her ass facing the door, her pink, flushed pussy lips exposed to anyone who might come in.
She could lift her head, but otherwise couldn’t move. Ford was still behind her somewhere. Her heart pounded in her ears as she strained to hear a clue of what was coming. She had no idea what Ford wa
s doing or planning. He strolled back around the desk, stopping right in front of her. Though she couldn’t lift her head up high enough to see his face, she could see the crotch of his pants in front of her nose.
This also meant that she couldn’t miss how the fabric of his trousers stretched over what was obviously a massive erection. Ford was ready to go, and she was…well, he could definitely have his way with her, whether she was ready to go or not. She couldn’t stop him, or anyone else for that matter, from taking her any way they liked, for as long as they wanted, or as many times as they wanted, until Ford chose to let her go. She shivered.
With some shock Evie realized her utter helplessness and humiliatingly exposed position was making her very wet.
“Evangeline,” Ford started quietly, and his voice sounded neutral. She hated not being able to see his eyes—read his body language—especially when she was stuck in such a vulnerable position. He stroked her hair gently off her shoulders and let his hand trail down her back. She had her chin resting on the desk and when he leaned over her, the crotch of his pants, and thus his large erection, pressed against her cheek all the way to her forehead. As disconcerted as she was, she had an urge to nuzzle her face against his cock, but she wasn’t ready to let on how much she was enjoying what he was doing to her.
He leaned back. “Why didn’t you come to my bed last night?”
“I felt more comfortable in my own bed.” She felt awkward trying to talk while tied chest-down on his office furniture.
“It was not a decision I made lightly. I’ve never asked anyone into my bed before. Ever. It was very rude of you.”
She felt her cheeks flame, but it was anger—sudden and hot—that made her blood rush. She’d really wanted to come to his bed last night, and damn him for making her feel as though she couldn’t—for making it mean something. She’d missed out on spending the night with the two men, and it’d been Ford’s fault, not hers.