by Madison Faye
When she reached Daniel, rather than jumping into his arms, he caught her hand and pulled her down the hallway. Not that he couldn’t catch her. He wasn’t as powerfully built as Gray but was equally strong. Daddy D simply had a different style. It involved full body contact and losing her clothes, so he usually opted for privacy, like now.
On their way to his office, she had to scramble to keep up in her heels. The sound of Grayson’s footsteps followed as did his low chuckle.
This is how it was most often for the three of them—relaxed and easy. But it hadn’t started out that way. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she’d find this when she walked into their construction company at nineteen to apply for a job.
They’d taken a chance on an inexperienced accounting major in her sophomore year of college, and it had panned out. Especially four years later, when Mona, their office manager, had her fourth child and quit to be a stay-at-home mom. Erica had been ready to step into her shoes—her newly awarded MBA in hand.
But getting them to see her as more than a sweet girl they were fond of and a valued employee hadn’t happened overnight. Both thirteen years older, they had taken a protective role in her life. Like surrogate uncles, Grayson had suggested one day. Her response—although she didn’t have the guts to say it—was fuck that! She didn’t want them to be surrogate anything, and she for damn sure didn’t want them as uncles. She wanted to be with them—both of them, which kind of freaked her out.
Always being a one-man woman, she’d never been with two men at once. She hadn’t even played the field and casually dated more than one at a time. If anyone could get her to change her ways, it would be these strong, confident, gorgeous men.
They found her attractive, of that she was certain. She’d often caught Daniel’s eyes glued to her backside when she bent to retrieve something out of a bottom drawer, and Gray’s gaze would invariably drift to her cleavage when she leaned across his desk to point out where to sign a form. They’d glance guiltily away or clear their throats and go right on acting the part of uncles she didn’t need or want.
Because she’d had plenty of time to watch them, not once did she think sharing one woman between them would be a problem. They both dated a particular type of woman—beautiful and curvaceous, but classy, not blatantly flaunting what she had. Reserved, somewhat shy, and deferential. She began to suspect they were into ménage when a woman would call and ask for Grayson one day, then ask for Daniel the next.
They proved her right, not long after Mona had quit.
Trying to manage one-and-a-half jobs by herself, she’d been working late to keep from drowning. She stayed until almost eight one evening helping the construction foreman finish his inventory. When she returned from the storage yard to lock up for the night, she heard noises coming from Daniel’s office. Giggles and male laughter, then moaning, and the distinct sound of skin slapping skin.
Jealousy speared her heart, making it hard to breathe. She’d hurried to get out of there before she saw the object of her affection with the woman he’d chosen over her—most likely mussed, flushed, and well-loved. After quickly shutting down her computer, she was ready to head out, but as her bad luck would have it, she couldn’t find her keys. Frustrated with the fruitless search of her desk, she crawled under it as a last resort when she heard footsteps in the hall.
She froze, trapped in the cramped space, afraid to move and give herself away, as Daniel and a petite redhead sauntered out. Well, Daniel had sauntered, the woman had more so staggered, clinging to his supportive arm looking flustered, with pink cheeks and a glazed, sexually satisfied look in her eyes.
Erica witnessed all of this through the small seam between her desk and the short filing cabinet beside it. When Gray had called for them to wait and walked out still adjusting his trousers, even though she’d suspected this was how they played, seeing it made it all too real. She’d recoiled, nearly smacking her head on the underside of the desk and giving away her hiding spot.
That wasn’t all, however. The little redhead had turned, placed a hand on Grayson’s chest, and stretched up to give him a kiss. Right before their lips touched, she whispered, “Thank you for my spanking, Daddy. That was the best.”
Lust had shot through her with a sizzling hot, lightning-fast jolt straight to her pussy.
When they headed out, her heart ached because it wasn’t her walking arm-in-arm-in-arm with them. The notion of two sexy daddies spanking and fucking her at once had never occurred to her before. It left her weak in the knees with her panties drenched when she finally crawled out from under her desk.
She sat in the dark listening to car doors slam, and the engines turn over, before switching on the light to resume her search for her keys. Naturally, she found them peeking out from under some papers, where she’d searched at least three times over.
Once home, she’d gone straight to bed with her vibrator. In fact, she’d burned through a four-pack of AA batteries that weekend. The following Monday, she’d returned to work, and redhead be damned, set about winning over her two daddies.
That had been almost a year ago. They’d been living together for half as long, and she had no regrets, happier with them than at any other time in her life.
Her cheeks heated as she remembered being the quivering, lust-filled, gooey center between them last night. She’d come at least three times to their one before they ended their sexual torment and let her sleep.
Now, as she followed her daddy to the big leather couch against the far wall, she grinned in anticipation of orgasm number four in twenty-four hours. When he plopped down, he gave her hand a yank, tumbling a giggling Erica into his lap. She landed sideways, which didn’t suit him at all.
Before she could blink, he lifted her as though she weighed nothing and turned her to face him.
“Legs,” he ordered, which in Daddy D-speak meant ‘spread ‘em.’ She obeyed, and he settled her on top of him once again, this time with her thighs straddling his and her all melty over how easily he maneuvered her any which way he wanted.
Then, like Daddy Gray but different, one hand slid into her long hair and twisted it around and around his wrist, anchoring her with no chance of going anywhere—not that she wanted to—while the other molded across the curves of both ass cheeks. When his mouth came down on hers, his kiss was smoldering hot and demanding as his tongue plunged inside, taking what he wanted and rendering her breathless.
A shift of the cushions pitched them sideways, disrupting their kiss when Grayson settled his big frame on the couch beside them. His hand slid over her shoulder and down her back as he announced, “Dinner at Sapori D’Italia in ninety minutes.”
“Mm, my favorite,” she said, brimming with excitement. “And I have time to go home and change!”
“Wrong.” Daniel’s voice came out muffled against her throat where he was spreading a line of wet kisses down to the open vee of her blouse. “You have time to strip off these clothes for your daddies because you, my darling girl, are about to be the antipasto.”
She giggled, which changed to an indrawn breath when he popped the top button and his tongue licked between the inner curves of her breasts. Her laughter turned to a groan when his hand left her bottom and slid up her side to her chest, catching and rolling an already taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger. That wasn’t enough for him, and he curled his fingers inside the cup of her bra and pulled it and her blouse along with it, down with a sharp tug, such that her breast burst free. His lips latched on quickly, drawing the turgid pink tip and most of her areola into his mouth, sucking hard.
With Daniel busy in front, Grayson eased the zipper of her skirt down in back.
“The door,” she half groaned, half croaked with what clarity of thought remained in her head.
“You know better,” Daddy G growled as he tugged the material up to her waist then delivered a crisp, smarting smack on each bottom cheek left bare by her skimpy thong. That little concession to her modesty and
professionalism was the only form of panties they allowed her to wear, and only at work. “Don’t I always take care of you, Erica? Neither of us would put you in a compromising position, particularly here at the office. I locked both doors on my way in.”
“My two wonderful daddies take exceptional care of me. I’m sorry for doubting you, sir.”
Daniel released her nipple with a loud pop. “I have a better way than an apology for you to make it up to him.” He lifted her once more, this time setting her on her feet in front of him. “Arms up, precious,” he ordered.
Without the slightest hesitation, she obeyed, and before she could blink, Daniel had her blouse over her head while Grayson tugged her skirt and lace panties down to her ankles. She didn’t have time to step out before strong hands around her waist placed her bodily on all fours on the long leather couch, her face in Daddy G’s lap with Daddy D moving into position behind her.
She groaned as his magical tongue licked the length of her pussy from clit to drenched opening, then dove inside for an intimate taste.
Not one to remain idle, her other daddy had his zipper down, his glorious thick cock out of his fly and was guiding the glistening head to her lips. She opened her mouth, wanting to taste him badly, but the hand threaded in her hair held her back for a bit of teasing.
First, he glided the satiny soft tip over her lips. Then, he ordered, “Tongue.”
When she stuck it out, he painted the length with his salty goodness.
“What do you want, baby girl?”
“To suck on your big cock, Daddy.”
“Excellent idea. And what do you want Daniel to do to you while I’m in your mouth?”
“I want him to fuck me hard.”
“Which hole, precious girl?” a muffled voice asked from behind her. “This gloriously wet one?” He paused while he licked and swirled around said hole. “Or this tight, puckered naughty one?” With his big hands curved around her ass cheeks, he spread her wide, and his tongue slid up to circle the aforementioned tight pucker.
“I can’t decide. You’d feel good in either one. You do it for me.”
“Why choose, when we can do both?” Grayson declared. He tugged on her hair until she was kneeling upright then slid down on the couch until he was lying flat. “Climb on, baby.”
Licking her lips, which had suddenly gone dry, she crawled forward, and with her hands on his shoulders for support, swung one leg over. With only a slight adjustment, he aligned himself with her sopping wet opening, and with his hands on her hips, pulled her down hard as he thrust up.
“Oh, my freakin’ God,” she cried as he filled and stretched her as only Grayson could. Long and thick, she’d never taken him in her ass, he was just too big. Daniel always got that pleasure. Not that he wasn’t impressive, but he didn’t quite have the girth.
After several quick hard thrusts, he was fully seated, and his arms slid around her back, bringing her upper body down to his chest. With her breasts mashed to his smooth pecs, his hands slid to her bottom and each cupped a cheek, spreading her for Daniel. She felt something cold and wet trickle slowly through her cleft and over her rear opening. Lube—something they kept conveniently on hand. Next, her daddy’s cock was there, pressing slowly inside.
Two big men taking her at once was as daunting now as it had been months ago when they’d done it the first time. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to the incredible full feeling, and the sheer naughtiness of the act itself. But both Daniel and Gray never rushed it, allowing her time to adjust, before they double fucked the hell out of her.
“Ease out, man, and give me some room,” Daniel muttered.
When Daddy G pulled out, leaving just the tip, Daddy D slid inside her ass.
Erica grinned even as it pinched a little. What she let them do to her body would surely send Beatrice Nolte, her blue-haired, prude-of-the-century Sunday school teacher back in the day, into such a fit of apoplexy—her term—she’d cock up her toes and be on her way to meet St. Peter at the pearly gates.
A firm swat landed on her hip. Her head came up, and she blinked down at a grinning Gray in surprise.
“Mind wandering?” he asked matter-of-factly, like he was inquiring about the weather.
Behind her, Daniel took offense and grunted. “If I’m boring you back here, baby girl, there’s no sense going slow.” He surged forward, filling her ass the rest of the way. He was already half in and lubed up enough that when his hips settled against her backside, her shudder was more about a wonderfully full feeling than discomfort.
Grayson pumping his hips and burrowing deeper made her let out a little squeaking noise, so full of both her daddies now, there wasn’t a scintilla of space for anything more.
His fingers threaded through the hair at her temples and with eyes filled with equal parts passion and concern, he asked, “I’m not even halfway in yet, baby. Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Not daydreaming anymore, I take it?”
“No, and I was thinking about you two anyway,” she replied, leaving Miss Nolte out of it.
“Mm, good to know,” he replied with a little upward pump that slid his cock an inch deeper.
She moaned, her eyes falling shut. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”
“I damn sure hope not,” was Daniel’s groaned response, now bent over her back, his lips pressed to her shoulder.
“We’ll try not to let that happen,” Gray added, unconstrained amusement in his voice. His fingers tightened in her hair. “Look at me, sweet girl.” Her eyes fluttered open. “Are you ready to celebrate your job well done with a good hard fucking from both your daddies at once?”
“Yes, please,” she whispered in a tremulous voice. If they didn’t move soon, she’d come with it barely started.
His gaze shot over her shoulder to the man above them both. Without a word exchanged, Daniel eased back. When he was just shy of coming all the way out, Gray rolled his hips and surged up into her. He paused, his eyes closing briefly, a look of extreme pleasure overtaking his handsome face, then he slid out until only the tip remained inside and waited while Daniel filled her again.
One at a time, they let her adjust to the stretch and fullness of their slow in and out alternating pattern. Before long, she wanted more, undulating between them, thrusting her hips forward to meet one delicious glide, and rocking back to take another. Hands claimed her breasts, pinching and rolling the hard buds. Another slipped between her thighs, and searching fingers found her clit, upping the ante of sensual pleasure even more. She didn’t know whose hands were where, nor did she care.
Masculine groans and grunts mixed with her feminine sighs of delight.
Hovering on the edge of climax, she tossed her head back, her hair spreading in an arc over Daniel’s shoulder and pooling onto Grayson’s chest as she cried out, “May I come, please, Daddies?”
“Not yet, wait for us,” Daddy D groaned in her ear.
“Hurry, I don’t think I can take much more.”
“You will, precious girl,” he ordered as, for the first time, he matched upstrokes with Gray and both her daddies’ big cocks filled her simultaneously.
“Oh, please,” she called to them as she face-planted into Grayson’s broad shoulder, at her limit. “I can’t wait.”
“I’m there,” he growled.
“Me too,” Daniel grunted.
“Come for us, Erica,” Daddy G ordered, and she was more than happy to oblige.
Closed door or not, when her orgasm swept through her and her screams of ecstasy filled the air, anyone outside the office or down the block would have no doubt what was happening in the owners’ suite.
Gray brought her head up and her mouth to his for a ravaging kiss. Daniel’s fingers flexed on her breasts, squeezing as he thrust one last time, then collapsed on her back.
In a pile of melded, sated bodies, they la
y there for several long moments, letting their breathing ease, their pulses settle back to normal, and the sheen of sweat cool on their skin.
Despite the human furnaces squashing her between them, she shivered when the A/C kicked on and blew cold air on what skin remained exposed.
Daniel immediately moved, sliding out of her.
“Don’t go, Daddy,” she whimpered, not wanting him to leave her despite the chill.
“It’s okay, precious girl,” he murmured as he patted her upward aimed backside. “It’s time to clean up and head out for dinner, anyway.”
Her response was to squirm on top of Gray and cuddle deeper in his arms. “Don’t want to,” she said sleepily. “Let’s stay here and nap.”
Daddy G’s hand migrated to her butt and gave her a firmer whack than Daniel’s love tap.
“After that, I need food, not sleep. Up you go.”
When he helped her to her feet, she immediately leaked. With a shriek, she whirled and ran to the private bathroom each had in their suite, or as best she could with her thighs pressed together. She ignored her daddies’ amused chuckles behind her.
“Are you sure we don’t have time for another round?” she heard Gray ask. “All that creamy bare skin, those bouncing breasts with that cute little duck walk and seeing my handprint on her backside has made me hungry for something else.”
“Daddy!” she protested. “You’ve only just finished.”
“Then you shouldn’t jiggle so temptingly and give me ideas.”
At the bathroom door, she aimed a pout over her shoulder at him. “You’re insatiable, and I’m only human; I need time to recover. Besides, you promised me a celebration dinner.”
“Weren’t you the one wanting to skip it for a nap, darlin’? If you come back to the couch, we’ll do all the work—again.”
With her intimate parts still tender from their well-endowed possession, she decided dinner was definitely a better idea. “I’m starved all of a sudden, and I have this incredible craving for tiramisu.” She glanced over her shoulder at Grayson with a little pout. “You know Chef Antonio’s is my favorite. You wouldn’t deprive your baby girl of sustenance, would you, Daddy? Not on the day I submitted a one-hundred-fifty-two-page proposal with twenty-three attachments all on my own.”