Bought By Two_MMF Bisexual Romance

by Elle Everton

  I do as he says, reclining back onto one of his huge fluffy pillows and slowly spreading my legs so that my pussy is fully exposed to them.

  Bennett climbs on to the bed and Sam follows. My heart is still thudding in my chest, but somehow I feel completely safe here with them. I know they won’t hurt me.

  And sure enough, their first touches are incredibly tender. Bennett strokes my inner thighs gently, while Sam comes to lie next to me. He runs his hands over my stomach, across my breasts, along my throat.

  Bennett positions himself between my thighs and his head dips towards me. His tongue strokes across my pussy and I gasp. It’s so warm and soft, especially after the cool water from the pool.

  He dives in, running his tongue all across my lips, around my clit, tonguing my channel and the thin skin just behind it. Sam bends his head to my breasts and gives my nipples the same delicious treatment.

  My muscles are already starting to tense. When I’m with Sam and Bennett, I always seem to be on the brink of orgasm, even when we’re not touching each other. When they both lavish attention on me like this, it’s hard not to explode.

  Bennett lifts my hips and pushes my legs up towards my chest. With this new angle, I know my ass is exposed to him. I take a deep breath, wondering what he’s going to do, if this is it, but instead he sweeps his tongue over my tight puckered ring.

  I make a noise that’s something between a gasp and a moan, and Bennett chuckles. He dips his head in again, circling my asshole with his tongue, nudging the tight muscle.

  “Fuck,” I pant. It seems to be the only word I can think of right about now.

  Sam chuckles next to my ear. “I think our dirty girl likes that, Bennett,” he growls.

  “I think she does,” Bennett agrees. “I think she wants me to make her come this way.”

  Before I can answer he brings his hand to my pussy, rubbing my clit as he keeps tonguing my asshole.

  The combination is mind-blowing, and when Sam puts his lips back to my nipple, twisting it between his teeth, I lose it completely.

  “Fuck,” I say again. I clutch the sheets. My body arches, my hips bucking against Bennett’s face. I let out a wail that’s so loud I’m glad Bennett doesn’t have neighbors.

  Bennett still doesn’t stop though, even after my body starts convulsing against his mouth. He pinches my clit, pushing me over another precipice and into the great abyss beyond.

  He finally stops when my body has effectively turned to jelly. I lie there panting for a minute. There’s no rest for the wicked though — not tonight.

  Sam reaches for my hips and rolls over onto his back, pulling me on top of him in the process. I can feel his cock nuzzling at my ass as my pussy soaks his lower abs. I lean forward to kiss him, crushing my breasts against his chest in the process.

  His tongue fills my mouth, claiming me. The kiss leaves me breathless. Bennett is stroking my back, keeping me comfortable and relaxed.

  “Here,” Sam says, panting. He grabs my hips and shifts me lower on his body, so that his cock rubs against my pussy. My walls clench around nothing — I want him inside me so badly.

  I shift again, lining up his cock against my entrance, and he holds me as I sink down on to him. Immediately I feel the tight glorious stretch of his cock filling me. I’m wet enough that he sinks in easily, but I still feel every inch of his huge dick.

  Sam groans as he fills me. His eyes fill with adoration and something like wonder. He pulls me towards him and kisses me again. My hair spills over his face but he doesn’t seem to mind. His hands roam my back, kneading my muscles.

  Bennett is moving around beside us, and then the bed shifts as he climbs back on. I hear him open something, and then I realize he was getting the lube. I suck in my breath.

  He must hear me, because his hands instantly go to my back. He strokes me the same way Sam does, relaxing me.

  “It’s okay,” he says softly. “I’m just going to start with a finger. Is that okay?”

  I nod. “It’s okay.”

  Bennett moves his hands away again and then a few seconds later, a drop of cold lube hits my ass. I gasp.

  “Sorry,” he chuckles. “I should have warmed that up first.”

  His fingers slip through my crack and then he’s massaging my asshole with his finger, working the lube in.

  Sam tilts my head down, kissing me again and drawing my attention away from what Bennett’s doing down below.

  But then Bennett pushes his finger against my pucker. It breaches the tight ring of muscle, and he puts his hand on my back.

  “Breathe,” he says softly. “This shouldn’t hurt.”

  I breathe, as Sam showers me with kisses. Now that I’m getting used to the sensation, I realize Bennett’s right — it doesn’t hurt. It actually feels kind of nice.

  He moves his finger gently in and out and then switches to moving it in gentle circles, stretching my tight space. Sam’s cock is still inside me, and even though he’s being completely still, there’s something about the combination of having them in both holes that’s making me feel almost light-headed. I breathe through it, willing myself not to pass out. We’re just getting started, after all.

  “I’m going to put another finger in now. Is that okay?”

  “It’s okay.” Breathe, Lila. Breathe.

  Bennett adds more lube and then plunges a second finger into my depths. There’s more pressure now but it still isn’t unpleasant. I squirm against Sam, which makes his cock twitch. He chuckles and tightens his arms around me.

  Bennett keeps fucking his fingers in and out of my ass. Eventually he adds a third finger, increasing the pressure even further. He spreads his fingers apart slightly, stretching me. There’s a little pain now, but it’s still okay.

  “You’re doing so well,” Bennett says appreciatively, leaning over to kiss my back again. “I think you’re ready.”

  My stomach clenches. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. You just have to remember to breathe. It will hurt a little, but the pain should subside pretty quickly. I’m going to go as slow as you want, okay?”

  I swallow. Sam smiles up at me. I look into his eyes and nod. “Okay.”

  I hear Bennett squeeze out more lube, and then the slippery sound as he strokes his cock with it. This is really happening.

  He applies a little more lube to my ass, massaging it in with his fingers, and then I feel the head of his cock pressing against me.

  I suck in a breath, but Sam rubs my back. “Breathe, baby.”

  I focus on breathing in and out while Bennett pushes his cock up against me. I feel the ring of muscles start to stretch.

  “I’m going to push in, okay, fox? It’s going to hurt for a second but then I’m going to stop and let you get used to it.”

  “Okay.” I bite my lip and brace myself.

  Bennett pushes, and the head of his cock breaches my asshole.

  “Shit,” I moan. It does hurt, but not terribly. As soon as he’s passed that wall of muscle, he stops, as he promised, letting me get used to the feel of him. The size of him.

  “I’m okay,” I finally say. “Keep going.”

  “Good girl,” Bennett says. I can practically hear the grin in his voice.

  He pushes in slightly and then pulls back. Pushes in and pulls back. Each time he goes a little deeper. Every time I think he’s all the way in, he pushes a little further.

  Finally he stops. This time I can feel his balls against my pussy, and I know he’s in up to the hilt.

  “Okay, fox?” He asks. His voice is strained, and I try to imagine how this must feel for him. I also wonder if part of him is wondering the same — how it feels for me, and what it’s going to be like when he lets Sam do the same thing to him.

  For that reason alone, I want to be brave for him.

  “I’m good,” I say. “Fuck me, Bennett. I want you both to fuck me now.”

  Bennett groans. He grips my hips and starts thrusting. Slowly at first, while we find a
rhythm. Sam is starting to push his hips up into me too, and I rock against both of them.

  Sam tenses his jaw, and I can tell he’s trying to focus on not coming too fast. The thought touches me. I kiss his lips.

  “Can you feel him?” I ask.

  “Fuck, yeah. It feels different. Good. Tighter. I didn’t think that was possible,” he chuckles.

  I stroke his cheek with my fingers as I gaze into his dark eyes. He’s such a beautiful man, and beneath the arrogance and his rivalry with Bennett, Sam is an incredibly sweet person.

  I squeeze my pussy tighter around him and he groans. Behind me, Bennett picks up the pace, thrusting into me harder. I rock against Sam, and soon, the three of us are moving at a frantic pace. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life, having two men inside me at once. It’s indescribable.

  The orgasm feels like it’s been building since Bennett first stuck a finger in my ass, and now what’s been growing finally explodes. I buck against Sam, my body convulsing like I’m having a seizure. Lava pours through me, red hot, pulsing, uncontrollable. Everything in my body squeezes and tenses.

  “Fuck, Lila,” Sam pants as I rock on top of him. He grabs my hips and thrusts up deep inside me. His cock pulses and then I feel him filling me with everything he has. I try to hold my body up so that Bennett can finish, but I feel like a rag doll.

  Bennett grabs my hips, keeping them upright as he pummels into me. His dick slams into me, reaching depths I never even thought possible.

  “Come in my ass, Bennett,” I pant.

  He growls and slams into me again, but then he lets go, unleashing wave after wave, thrust after thrust.

  When it’s over, we all collapse into a heap. I desperately need a shower — I’m covered in lube and come is starting to drip from my ass and my pussy — but the feeling is so fucking erotic that I don’t want to move just yet. Instead I curl up between Sam and Bennett and sigh happily.

  Well, I think I can safely say that is not going in the article.

  Chapter 22

  Bennett

  My email pings again and I glance down at my laptop. There it is — the email confirming my reservation. This is really happening.

  The email is from Orchid, where I’ve made a reservation for this Friday. One of the deluxe private rooms. Nothing but the best for Lila.

  And Sam, I remind myself. After all, that’s the whole point of this — Lila’s wild hair of an idea that since I got to fuck her up the ass, I had to let Sam do the same to me.

  And I had agreed. That’s the part that keeps boggling my mind. I, Bennett McCardiff, had agreed to let Sam Baines fuck me in the ass. It’s completely fucking absurd. I must be mentally ill.

  Except that doesn’t stop my cock from surging with blood every time I think about it. Every time I imagine Sam breaching my virgin hole. Every time I imagine sinking into Lila while Sam sinks in to me.

  It’s fucking hot, crazy or not.

  I’d decided Orchid would be the best place to do it. Somehow, it feels different there. Safer. It had been the same way when we were there the other day, when I had first gone down on Sam — it was like we were out of time, out of space. Like we could be anyone we wanted.

  I file the email away just as someone knocks on my office door. Blake, most likely.

  “Come in,” I say. My voice catches and I clear my throat.

  Blake pops his head in the door and waves around a thick manilla envelope. “Contracts from the city,” he says. “You said to bring them in as soon as they arrived.”

  “Fan-fucking-tastic,” I say, grinning. The City Commissioner had called me the other day to let me know I won the bid, and I was still riding the high. Another win over Sam. And despite our current arrangement, I didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty about kicking his ass again.

  Blake drops the envelope on my desk. “Are you going to want to send the signed copies back over today?” he asks before he leaves.

  “Nah. I’m going to savor these babies for a while. Maybe roll around in them a bit.”

  Blake chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m just going to go ahead and close your door, then.”

  “Good idea.” I wink.

  Blake’s been my assistant for over five years now. I know you’d expect me to have some sexy twenty-two year old girl who begs for my cock on the side, but Blake is my age, gay as they come, and efficient as fuck. I love that guy as if he were my own brother.

  For a second I think about asking him if he has any advice for me, but I decide that would be too weird. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea, that I’m gay or something.

  I cock my head, suddenly considering the idea for the first time. Jesus. Am I gay?

  I don’t think so. I mean, I still love being with Lila. Fuck, do I love it. There’s nothing better than sinking into her tight wet pussy, than nuzzling my face in her huge tits. I love everything about her — her scent, her taste, her voice, her laugh.

  But, despite my best efforts to the contrary, there’s something I enjoy about Sam too. The way his body is hard, like mine. The way my cock surged in his hand the other day. The way he tasted when I took him in my mouth. The way it felt to have his come hit the back of my throat.

  I stare out the window for a minute. Maybe it’s better not to analyze it too much. I’ll just ride this wave — whatever it is — for as long as I can. Right now we’re all enjoying ourselves, and that’s all that matters.

  On Friday, I head to Orchid straight from work. I want to make sure everything is ready before Lila and Sam arrive. I had asked Sadie to provide a couple of bottles of their best champagne, and once in our private room, I find those nestled in ice buckets on the center table. There’s fruit and chocolate too, and even fluffy bathrobes, and extra towels. The deluxe rooms have private bathrooms with jacuzzi tubs and everything, just like a five-star hotel.

  I reach into the shopping bag I brought in with me and pull out the industrial-sized bottle of lube I bought. If I’m going to get fucked in the ass, I’m going to be fucking prepared. I set it on the small ledge next to the bed. Something in my chest clenches. Nerves? I push the thought aside.

  I meet Lila and Sam at the restaurant a few doors down, where we’d decided we’d have dinner first. In retrospect, that may not have been the best idea. We’re all strangely quiet and tense, all of us just waiting for what we know is about to come after.

  Before we’re half way done our meals, Lila sets down her fork. She looks back and forth between Sam and I. Bites her lip in that adorable way she has.

  “I don’t know about you guys, but this is not what I’m hungry for.”

  It takes a second for her words to sink in, and it isn’t until she coyly bats her eyelashes that I realize what she’s talking about.

  I sneak a glance over at Sam and find him watching me. His brown eyes look dark in the dim lighting of the restaurant. His lip twitches, and I think he’s trying not to smile.

  I ball up my napkin and throw it on my plate, then reach into my wallet and add a few hundred dollar bills to the pile.

  “Let’s go.” I push my chair out so fast it almost topples over. Lila and Sam stand up just as quickly, and then the three of us are rushing out of the restaurant.

  We silently make our way back to Orchid, and then I use my access card to open the door to our room. Sam and I step back to let Lila enter first.

  I see her jaw drop as she takes in the room. I hadn’t really noticed much this afternoon, except to make sure all the necessities were here, but now I look around and try to see it the way she does. The high ceilings, the long velvet curtains, the crystal chandelier. The California king-sized bed. The play table in the middle of the room.

  Wait till she sees the bathroom, I think, chuckling to myself.

  Lila turns back around to face us. She looks absolutely radiant — her face is glowing, and the slim-fitting silver dress she’s wearing is accentuating every amazing thing about her flawless body. Now she’s grinning ear to ear as
she takes in everything about the deluxe room. I’m glad I get a chance to spoil her a little bit. I should have done this earlier.

  Sam slips his suit jacket off and folds it over the back of the chair. He’s just wearing a white button-down shirt now, and a silver tie that matches Lila’s dress almost perfectly. Silver cufflinks glint from his wrists as he folds his arms across his chest.

  I take a deep breath. “Champagne?”

  Lila is still staring around the room in awe, and Sam looks lost in his own thoughts, so I go to the desk and grab the bottle out of the ice bucket. It’s still plenty cold, so I rip off the foil, twist off the wire cage, and then pop the cork out.

  The loud pop draws Lila and Sam’s attention back to me. They make their way over and I pour us each a glass of champagne.

  “Should we toast?” Lila asks, pausing before she takes a sip, the glass pressed up against her pretty pink lips.

  I try to think of something clever to say, something that will somehow encapsulate all the thoughts running through my head, but I come up blank.

  It’s Sam that steps in.

  “To … expanding horizons,” he says. I don’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes.

  I meet his eyes and clink my glass against his, and then we both tap Lila’s glass.

  I take a long swallow, and then another, draining the glass. Then I slowly begin to unknot my tie.

  Chapter 23

  Sam

  Bennett slowly unknots his tie. My heart hammers in my chest. This is really happening. He’s actually going to let me fuck him.

  I’ve been thinking about this all week — what it would finally mean if we went through with this. Part of me was sure Bennett would shut it down. After all, that’s what I would do. Isn’t it?

  I wet my throat with a swallow of champagne. Bennett takes a step towards Lila and wraps his arms around her, kissing her passionately. Lila responds as she always does when one of us kisses her — she melts against him, sighing softly. It’s hot as hell knowing we both have such an immediate effect on her.