She gurgled around Maverick’s cock until he pulled out of her and kissed her instead. Neither of us were ready to come yet and finish this.
Henley quaked again, her body squeezing and shuddering as she tried to stay upright. But I didn’t care. I kept her riding the bliss of orgasm until I just had to have my cock inside of her. I stood, pulling my hands from her as she moaned deeply.
“You seemed to have forgotten the terms of our agreement, Henley.” I said to her. I surveyed the puckered flesh of her pussy, open to me and her ass hole begging to be claimed—soon.
I heaved my breath, my anger fading away into uncontrollable desire. I had to have this woman over and over or I would die—that’s what it felt like. The alcohol flooded my brain and travelled through my blood, giving me the right tingle.
“You belong to us. You don’t get to defy us.” I smacked her supple ass and watched her perfect flesh pucker with my touch.
I squeezed her and pressed the tip of my cock to her ass hole and she gasped against his mouth.
“We are going to claim every inch of you Henley. And you are going to like it.”
I leaned down and kissed the small dimples on her lower back as I fondled her breast in my hand, her nipple pressed against my palm and I teased her nipple between my fingers. Pulling it until she cried out in pleasure. Maverick did the same to the other as I pulled her up, to be kneeling between our bodies.
“You like being touched by us Henley, your body at our mercy?” I pressed my hard cock between her legs and she clenched in response.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I turned her head and kissed her, coaxing apart her swollen flesh until my tongue was dancing with hers. I clutched the smooth skin of her cheek as I deepened the kiss and squeezed her breast tighter. When I pulled away she gasped, breathing heavy like she had just run a mile. I kissed her again and her tongue twitched when Maverick started on her clit again. I kept my mouth on hers, sealing her mouth in my kiss as she tried to breath shallow through her nose. She reached around and gripped my hair, pulling with her lack of air until I felt her body go slack with her climax, and then I released her. She sucked in air in huge mouthfuls and I shoved her down to impale her with my cock seconds later.
Henley cried out and I started to fuck her without abandon. All the waiting and anticipation fueled me to go faster and faster, I clutched the supple skin of her ass and fucked her until I was balls deep inside of her, my cock hitting her very core every time.
“Jesus—fuck; your pussy is so tight.” I grunted.
Henley was full of cock with mine inside of her and her mouth around Maverick’s. I used my leg to hold myself steady as I pummeled into her. I needed to come inside her so badly I didn’t even care how fast it would be. Henley made me crazy for her, made my cock so hard it had a mind of its own and it was focused on being inside her.
Pressed between the two of us, Henley was coming apart in seconds. The position had to be my favorite because I could see everything. I could see her cheeks flushed as she sucked and moaned and her ass jiggling with every move she made.
It didn’t take much more before I unloaded my cum inside of her, squeezing her plush ass as I did. I pulled away and left a hand print on her that made me smile, I leaned down and kissed her ass cheeks and her cute little dimples.
Maverick and switched places, letting her take a breath. I met her gaze and kissed her softly as I cupped her cheeks. I moved my fingers through her soft and long hair, loving the way her lips felt against mine. Her hands, still shaky, covered my own and deepened the kiss. I felt when Maverick entered her from the way she froze and moaned against me.
I pulled away from her, watching her eyes loll into the back of her head. “You like getting fucked by us, don’t you?” I smirked smugly. Her eyes glistened as she nodded slowly, her lips quivering with the slow thrusts stretching her out. My cock hardened again at the sight of her. I grasped her full breasts and pinched her puckered nipples.
“Say it, Henley.”
“I like it—I like it a lot…” she trailed off with a deep moan as the thrusts got faster.
I grinned and gripped my cock, stroking myself in her face as her eyes watched raptly.
“You want to taste my cock with your pussy all over it?” I grinned at her.
She licked her lips as she glowered up at me.
‘Hmm?” I pressed the head of my cock over her lips, swollen and peachy, smeared with my pre-cum.
“Jude…” she groaned, and gasped when Maverick really started to go to town on her pussy.
I pumped myself faster as she watched, somehow her watching me was a fucking turn on. Knowing she was dying to suck me off instead, looking at me like I was torturing her by not giving her my cock.
I held off until I felt my balls tighten before I buried myself inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as I came. She sucked the last of me out as her pussy was filled with even more cum. Her body went slack and I pulled out of her as did Maverick. I leaned in and kissed her softly before I laughed to myself, feeling the last of my buzz fade away and my satiation take over. I moved her to the side and sat down as I stroked her hair. Maverick sat on the other side of her and he kissed her too.
Her breathless pants went away to steady breathing as we all basked in the moment. The room smelled of our sex and Henley looked like she did after that first night. When she shivered we both moved to help her get dressed as we found all our clothes. Once we were all decent again we ignored the tension in the room—of why our weekend plans went awry and everything else that had taken place.
I didn’t care though. I knew I wanted Henley again and so did Maverick. Our car escorted her home, and we both kissed her before departing.
“Sleep well, Henley.” I laughed. She smiled softly and disappeared inside her building.
Maverick and I shared a look as we settled into the car for the ride back home. That was unexpected.
17
Henley
I laid back on my bath towel and sunk further into the hot liquid, almost too hot. But I felt like I was burning away all the naughty things I had done. With Maverick and Jude, there was no one else to even talk about or compare it to. I was so angry, and I felt so… so—I couldn’t even find the right words.
They were supposed to make plans with me and didn’t, then they decided to show up at a night club with two hot women all over them? What the hell was I to them, a game? I was so annoyed, and on top of that they ruined my night with Denton. And now I had to find a way to explain to my best friend why I was towed away by two angry men. Maverick, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but Jude was all over the place and clearly pissed off. Taking it out on my body.
I never thought watching a guy jerk himself off to me would be so arousing. I never thought anything they did to me would be so damn hot, but it was. And even in the tub, miles away from them and hours later, my pussy was still throbbing for them. It wanted more—the traitor. Mentally, I was so tired of their games and their… whatever it was they were doing. Because after signing their stupid contract I still didn’t have a job, I was only more sexually satisfied for it.
I began to wonder if their company was even as reputable as it seemed. Maybe they were just good at pretending, at lying—it definitely worked on me.
Once I began to prune, I got out of the tab after an hour of being in it to clean up and got dressed in jeans and a sweater even though I knew I would be sitting around the apartment all day. Once I made an early lunch, trying to be healthy with a taco bowl, I just ended up making it with tortillas anyway and settled in for trash television.
I was trying to take my mind off everything with Maverick and Jude. At first glance, they were charming and sexy. Two men who run their own powerful business and have every important person in the investment market on their side and tucked into their finely tailored pockets… but there was something else about them most people don’t see and it’s what they’ve showed me. Their part
icular sexual tastes and prowess… I knew that was the private part of their lives, I just didn’t think I would get sucked into it. It didn’t matter how powerful or beautiful they were, they shouldn’t have told me they would make plans and then not speak to me for seven days. Only to show up when I was enjoying my own private life, and whisk me away.
Though it wasn’t like I protested, it wasn’t like I said no. And once I knew what they had in mind, there was definitely no way I was saying no. I was in a permanent weird horny limbo since the first night we were together, and I was still feeling it that night at the club. Not even dancing with my best friend helped—I wished he was here so I could tell him everything, or as much as I was allowed to. But that night at the club… God it was so intense. I had no idea two men could be so infuriating and addicting at the same time. The way they could so easily get my body thrumming, my body singing for more of their rough touches and sinful simulations.
Maverick just had a way of making me his prisoner—making me submit to anything he would want. The way he was so kind and relaxed as a person, and then kissed me like he owned every part of me and didn’t care was a mind trip. And Jude too, his crass behavior and short personality was nothing like the way he kissed me; all soft and sweet like he wanted to coax me into doing anything he wanted. Which I would.
But just as I expected, his sexual demands were just like him. The way he would throw me down, and did throw me down; then get me to say the naughty things I was thinking that I never thought I would ever say out loud. And his words too, so dirty and unbecoming but it suited him. I could still feel the way he would whisper in my arm, and bark his dirty commands to me and I would follow willingly. I was barely versed in having sex with one man, let alone two. But they didn’t care, they knew how to train me in the moment and get me where they needed me to be.
My body was still sore from it. That chair wasn’t the biggest thing in the world and I was on it for quite some time, hence the long soak I had to take. And after our little escapade was over, when I was just sitting between them I felt something. Jude was coming down from his alcohol and anger, while Maverick was just enjoying my presence. Why would they enjoy me when they ignored me for an entire week? Getting mad about me being out with a friend whilst they were entertaining two other women didn’t make any sense at all. Men didn’t make any sense at all to me and they weren’t normal men, so it was even worse.
It didn’t change the fact that at this point, I didn’t trust them. I didn’t trust their methods or their reasons for having me to agree to this weird relationship. Because even after another three days, they hadn’t spoken to me at all. I was nothing to them, and it sucked, but I expected it. Men like them don’t settle for women, don’t feel the need to keep women happy because they knew there was another at their disposal.
I didn’t realize I had navigated away from Facebook on my laptop to my google search, and was typing in the name of their company. Maybe I would see it in a different light then from when I was in law school and just admired the company so much and wanted to work for them so badly, that they could do nothing wrong. But I knew the people behind the company, and could see things differently. Maybe the two of them just weren’t as honest as they seemed. I didn’t want to believe it, but no one was perfect.
I read through so many articles about their early days and how they started and I had seen it before. They were roommates in college, how original. And had been in different majors at the time but once they had the idea for the company, they submitted it to numerous contests and grant submissions, when their university itself finally accepted their proposal. They took the money and started their first business model, a simple investment holding company that specialized in personal assets. Their first few clients lasted them up until graduation and they branched out to bigger accounts, something more serious. I was impressed with how ambitious they really were at the time, and now too. They got small office space to operate and this was only a few years ago, before they branched out into company holdings. These larger accounts netted them more capital and they used those few investments to grow. Then they started to tap into the bigger markets, and bigger companies. Everyone described them as cutthroat and ambitious, smart, and cunning. They weren’t lying.
For the past few years they had pretty much risen from the dust to become what they were today. They invested in nothing less than ten million dollars, with nothing less than that same amount and they always profited more than double, sometimes triple. Their own worth of the company was large on its own, they could invest it ten times over and still break even. I thought that was insane. And so when I looked at their stock, I was shocked to find it so low. The lowest it had been. There was a recent article on it even. So I wasn’t the only one noticing.
I was surprised to find it highlighting their only rival company of the same size, some Hatchett something. I personally had never even heard of them, but apparently they were important. They never invested together, but their stock went down as soon as they did a joint investment in some tech company. But I thought the problem wasn’t coming from Jude and Maverick at all, as much as I wanted to hate them.
I did more digging on this Hatchett company, run by an old man way over his time limit. I wondered what he was even doing still working, he was beyond retirement years. Once I checked his credentials in a different tab, I found out he didn’t have much experience either, the company seemed to come up out of nowhere. I realized this was all a little obsessive, but I had no job, and this was something to do.
So I found out this guy wasn’t on the up and up and another article, more speculation, led me to believe he was in fact, unqualified. Not only that, but a lying schemer. I couldn’t believe Maverick and Jude were in business with him. Did this firm up my belief they weren’t good guys? Or had they been duped? Is this why they hadn’t called?
So I called Maverick first, because Jude honestly wasn’t that approachable. I realized I could have called them before when they were ignoring me, but how would I ask when our next sexual appointment would be? Right, that sounded super low key and sexy.
He took three rings before he answered, “Hello Henley, I’m surprised to see you calling. How are you?”
God his voice was distracting. “Right, I’m fine. Look, I have a question for you.”
“Yes?” I could hear the smile in his voice and I ignored it as I went on.
“What do you know about Hatchett Enterprises? I know you’re in business with them on this latest investment.” I cut right to the chase.
“Um. Okay. I don’t know, we’ve had some smaller deals with the owner before. Why?” I could hear the question in his voice and I was sure he was wondering why the hell I knew about it, but I didn’t care. I was going to figure this shit out.
I also didn’t want to come off too strong so I thought about my words carefully, but there was no easy way to say anything about this. What I found would be horrible if it were true, and I knew it was already. So it was all left to Maverick, and for me to grow some courage and ask him. I was suddenly glad I hadn’t called Jude instead.
“Henley? Are you there?”
“Yeah, I’m here.” I inhaled sharply as I closed my laptop and thought deeply to myself. I had to help them, if they didn’t know. I just had to be the bigger person here and hope they didn’t think I was being spiteful. “I think you’ve been involved in a Ponzi scheme.”
18
Maverick
I settled in for the first relaxing night in a while, before I realized I had no reason to be relaxed, because my mind was racing with so much shit. Work, yeah. But for the first time, a woman.
Henley.
I wasn’t as pissed as Jude was and I still wasn’t sure if it was just the alcohol that made him all aggressive. He still hadn’t even talked about it and it had been a few days. We went to work as usual, going over everything we usually did, and hadn’t said a word about her. We weren’t sure where our agreement stood, and it wasn’t
like a specific time clock was written into it or anything. I just knew we should have been more forthcoming with her, but it wasn’t like I could turn back time or anything.
And if I could, I would turn back to that night at the club, where we had her so roughly I was still feeling it in my nerves. I never had sex that was that good, that connection so undeniable that it couldn’t be ignored. Henley and her luscious body were too much for my mind to handle.
And I spent the night trying to get her out of it. I ate dinner alone in my wing of the estate and took my scotch to my room for more stewing when my cell rang, not many people had that direct number. I saw the caller ID come up as Henley, and I was pleased to say the least. I could only imagine what she would have to say, I knew she would speak her mind at some point about how she had been treated.
We tended to her, and she enjoyed it. There couldn’t have been much else to it. I gave the phone three good rings before I sat at the desk in my bedroom and answered.
“Hello Henley, I’m surprised to see you calling. How are you?” I smiled to myself, charming her with the ease in my voice.
“Right, I’m fine. Look, I have a question for you.” She snapped. I frowned slightly, noticing the shortness in her voice. I had never heard Henley sound like that, and I immediately wanted to know what was wrong, but she seemed to have a different urgency in her voice.
“Yes?” I smiled, intrigued by what she could have to ask me.
“What do you know about Hatchett Enterprises? I know you’re in business with them on this latest investment.” She cut right to the chase and didn’t waste time. But I immediately wondered how she knew that. It wasn’t a matter of public record yet, and I thought only Jude and I knew about it.
“Um. Okay. I don’t know, we’ve had some small deals with the owner before. Why?” I gave her a simple answer, not disclosing much. I realized again that Henley was a smart and educated young woman, a licensed lawyer who could probably find out anything with just a little digging.
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