Standing up, I ease her fitted skirt up and over her hips to gather at her waist. Her sweet pussy is covered by thin scrap of red silk, and she’s so wet I know that virgin or not, she wants me.
My hands are trembling as I pull at her panties, unable to get them to come off with her ass planted against the desk. With a growl of frustration, I rip one side and then the other, which makes her squeal in protest before giggling.
The panties out of the way, I get my first sight of her pussy, soft, pink, fuzz neatly trimmed. I lower my head closer and inhale the sweetness, which makes my mouth water.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispers.
“I’ll take care of you.”
She squirms underneath me, lifting her hips higher to press against my lips, my tongue. My tongue can’t resist her bare, rose-petal colored opening. She tastes salty, decadent, sweet, and as I run my tongue around her sweet lips, she flexes again to be closer to me. Finally giving her what she doesn’t even know she wants, I suck and lick gently at her clit. She let out a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a whimper, and I’m glad that the party is off the main lobby. No one would hear her cry out unless they were right outside the door.
As my tongue circles around the little nub, I love the way she writhes, and I love to earn each gush of honey from her. More than anything, I want to see her come, so I decide to rock her world the first time, and then draw it out more each time I went down on her. I could spend the whole night doing this, as long as my cock doesn’t explode from anticipation.
When she starts to shake underneath me I know she’s close, and I hold the fluttering bits in my mouth as I run my fingers inside her, curving them just right. She whispers something and strains her body against me before bucking her hips when I slowly start licking her again. I could get addicted to the taste of her sweet pussy and even though I never want to stop, I need her to come like I need my next breath. Then I’ll fuck her. Slide my cock into her wet sheath and take her for the first time, ever.
She’s on the edge of coming again when there’s a knock on the door. Cursing softly under my breath as the doorknob turns, I shield her from view as the door starts to open. If it’s Trent from marketing, I am going to kick his ass.
But it’s not. Liam crosses his arms over his chest and stares at us for a moment, a disapproving scowl on his face.
“You got started without me.”
Chapter 11
Chastity
I sit up with a gasp, shocked. It’s Liam! “What are you talking about?”
Blair shrugs. “I’m not sure.”
“I think you know as well as I do that it’s time for her to decide, Blair.” Liam locks the door as he closes it like I wish Blair had. He stops at the desk near me, his hand reaching out to trail down my bare back.
His next words drive everything else from my mind. “Who’s going to be, Sugar? Which one of us gets to have you?”
I look from one to the other. “I’m sorry. I can’t decide.”
Blair and Liam share a glance and though I couldn’t interpret it, they seem to come to an understanding. It must be that twin-tuition thing. When Blair nods, Liam turns back to look at me, and his dark expression makes my stomach flutter with nerves.
“In that case, we’re just going to have to share you.”
I frown. “You mean like you have been with the shadowing?”
“No,” Blair smiles. “He’s saying we’ll both have you tonight. When you think of that idea?”
A menage with the twin brothers? Both of their sets of hands all over my body, their lips to kiss me, and their cocks to claim me? I’m more than ready. It’s not the sort of thing I ever thought I would do, but with these two men, I haven’t been able to think of anything else. I can’t imagine saying no. I nod, and Blair grins while Liam immediately kisses me, his tongue filling my mouth. He’s so dominant, I submit to him while Blair’s mouth moved to my breast, sucking in the taut bud and making me squirm. I arch my back when Liam’s mouth trails down to cover my other nipple, and I tangle my fingers through their hair, holding them both against my breasts as I hitch and shake in deep pleasure, my pussy already twinging with need.
Someone’s finger presses into my slit, pressing and withdrawing before pressing slightly deeper inside. Soon I’m opened up and loose enough for two fingers to enter me. Another hand strokes me and twirls gently round my sensitive clit, still throbbing from my first orgasm. It doesn’t take much for me to come again, and when my walls clench and a gushing wetness drips from me, the two fingers inside my furrow thrust all the way in.
I let out a startled gasp as I feel a gentle stroking at my ass, before something slips inside the tight star. I’m so wet, it’s easy to get inside. It’s all dripping -- my pussy, my crack, and at this point, probably Blair’s antique desk. I didn’t think I would like anyone playing with my ass, but it takes me by surprise when a pulse of pleasure shoots through my pussy a moment later. As the finger carefully explores me, parting me before sliding in another to spread me open, Blair’s mouth ventures between my legs and the feel of his tongue fluttering between my lips makes me almost overwhelmed with pleasure. As that tongue flutters over my clit, another finger presses into my pussy, soon joined by a second. I’m more filled up in my pussy and my ass than ever before, and while Blair sucks gently on my clit and Liam bites my nipple, I burst into another orgasm. I’m a screaming, sopping wet, mess as I writhe against them, half straining for more and half trying to escape.
The next orgasm crashes over me with an intensity I would never have believed possible, and consumes my whole self. The pleasure swells in every cell of my body and I tremble under the force of it.
When I finally open my eyes and find them both looming over me. My hands are still in their hair, and I stroke them both gently and manage a small smile. “Oh my God, you guys. That was amazing.”
“It certainly was.” Blair leans down to kiss me on the lips, and my hand falls from his hair. A moment later, Liam did the same.
“Did you like having us both inside you?” asks Liam.
I nod. “I never thought I’d like the ass thing, but it felt really nice.” For once, I didn’t feel self-conscious or embarrassed by saying such a thing. It’s impossible to feel awkward around the two of them when all three of us are bonded like this.
“I can’t choose.” I say once more. Fear fills me at the idea.
“That’s okay,” says Blair, softly. “We’ll both have you.”
I nod, and look at Liam, who kisses my cheek.
“I’ve got to get the party, and if you’re smart, you’ll show your faces too,” Liam says, opening the door to Blair’s private restroom and going inside. “After you get yourself cleaned up,” he calls from inside.
I look down at my dress. “I’m not sure I can look like I haven’t been ravished,” I smile.
“You look beautiful, actually,” Blair says, and something in his eyes tells me he believes it. “You’re the most beautiful woman here.”
“Thank you,” I answer softly, happily. When Liam comes back out I go in, and do my best to primp myself up before we go back to the party to show our faces, before going home to what I hope is going to be a wild night.
Chapter 12
Liam
As we’re all driving home a few hours later, I brush a strand of her hair out of her face, being careful not to awaken her. I’m still reveling in the sensation of her pussy clamped around my fingers, the taste of her arousal and on my tongue.
“I can’t give her up.”
Blair seems startled by my words. Almost as startled as I am myself.
“Seriously, man? You always said you’d never settle down, and that women are better when they come in a variety of colors, sizes, and flavors.”
I half grimace, half grin. “That does sound like some jackass thing I would say, but I guess I’m turning over a new leaf. I can’t let her go.”
“I know. I can’t either.” B
lair sounds possessive. “I need her, Liam.”
“She agreed to be with both of us.”
“I need to keep her if she’ll let us. Is that how you feel?”
I don’t even have to hesitate to think about it. I’ve done nothing but contemplate the idea of a future with Chastity since that day in my office when she went down on me. I’m not afraid, and I can’t imagine holding back. “That’s exactly what I want. Marriage, kids, and the works. I want to take care of her.”
Blair sighs. “Me too. So what are we going to do?”
I shift on the seat, holding her softly, but not so tight that she wakes up. “Remember when they said we were too young to start a company, and that the investors would never have any faith in us?”
Blair nods.
“They were wrong, weren’t they? Since when did we ever listen to what other people say or think? Why do we have to make her choose?”
Blair scowls. “I don’t want to share her like alternating nights and weekends. She’s not a kid we have custody of. I want to be with her all the time.”
He’s getting riled, so I have to make it clear to him. “No, don’t worry. That’s what I want too. We already share a business. We can share a house, so I can’t we share a wife? And if we have kids, our kids will be really be both of our kids, since we have identical DNA. It won’t matter who truly fathers them, will it?”
Blair looks blown away for a moment, as though he hadn’t even contemplated the idea. Which I guess makes sense. But considering how shocked he seemed by it, he comes around quickly. “So how would that work?” he muses. “I guess… One of us could marry her, and the other one could get her pregnant for the first time. After that, we could leave it up to fate?”
I nod, liking the sound of it. “Do you think she’ll agree?”
Blair gives me a sly smile. “I think we just have to make sure she wants to. Which means we have some planning to do.”
I’m about to throw out some ideas when I see a jewelry store out of the corner of my eye. I snatch up the phone and call our driver. “Turn around and take us back to that jewelry store we just passed. The one that’s still open.”
As the car turns, Blair arches a brow at me. “What are you doing?”
“Remember, it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow morning, and she needs a gift. I have something in mind, but you’d better help me pick it out since it’s from both of us.”
Chapter 13
Chastity
I wake up feeling refreshed and without a headache despite the glasses of champagne I had at the party. I also wake in an unfamiliar room. Judging by the luxury, it has to be someone’s room. Someone with money, and someone whose arms I was in last night — Blair’s or Liam’s.
I shiver as I think of the way they touched me last night, and I wonder if they regret what we did, or if they’re still as into the idea as I am. The thought of having them both again, but going even farther this time, makes me tingle all over. I want them, both. Completely.
Somewhere along the way in the last few weeks, I fell madly and completely deeply in love with both brothers. It’s impossible to choose between such amazing men, and I dare to hope that I won’t have to. I’d hate to lose either. I don’t know if they want me as a short-term fling, a bucket-list sexual experience, or something more permanent. Whatever it is they want to give me, I plan to accept even if I end up with a broken heart later. I never thought I’d be a YOLO girl, but it is true. You only live once. When life gives you your dreams, even just a little happiness, it would be absolutely crazy to say no.
I slide from bed and find the bathroom easily enough. Since I’m already naked, I slip into the shower and wash away the traces of makeup from the night before, and scrub my skin with heavenly-smelling body wash.
There’s a thick terrycloth robe hanging on the back of the door that I shrug on and belt around my waist after drying off. I pad from the room in bare feet and marvel at how at home I feel in their house.
“Liam? Blair?”
“In here,” answer the voices in tandem. Following the voices, I slide open the door that leads to a comfortable family room.
The first thing I notice is the huge tree that dominates the room, decorated in a homey way, rather than designer. It looks and smells like a real tree, like the kind we would have in a real home.
The next thing I see is Liam and Blair sitting on the tweedy sofa near the tree.They’re both wearing Santa hats, which makes me smile.
“Merry Christmas Eve,” I say with a grin as I run over to them. There’s a spot on the couch that looks to be reserved for me, and I snuggle myself between both of them. “I wasn’t expecting to see Santa up so early,” I grin, looking pointedly at the bulge at Liam’s crotch. I reach for it but Liam nudges my hand away.
“But I want--” I pout.
“No way. This is our plan, and you are going to derail it,” Liam says sternly.
“Absolutely no distractions, Chastity.” Blair wags his finger at me.
I sigh dramatically. “You two are no fun.”
“Oh, don’t worry, we’re going to be a lot of fun in just a little while, but we want to talk about something first.” Liam’s voice gets gruff and I realize he’s serious.
“What?” My breath catches in my throat, and I suddenly feel nervous. Are they going to ask me to choose again? Just last night they agreed to share, and if I had to choose, I would have to walk away from both. Which frightens me so much that it nearly destroys me.
“Liam and I did some talking last night, we both came to the conclusion that we don’t want to let you go. That we really are happy to share you.”
“But not like alternating days,” Liam says. “We want all of our time with you, and together.” Liam takes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the backs of my fingers. “Do you think that could work?”
He’s asking me? How am I supposed to know? “Um, I’ve never even had a real relationship with one guy, let alone two. I don’t know how it works! But I do like the idea.”
“Do you like it enough to marry us?” asks Blair in a deceptively casual sounding voice.
I gasp, and my hands tighten around theirs as I stare first at Blair in shock, and then at Liam. “Both of you? How does that work?”
“Of course you could only legally marry one of us, but we thought whoever got the honor of being your husband is one lucky bastard. And the other will be the father of our first baby.”
My eyes widen even further. “Baby? When?”
He puts his hand on my stomach. “As soon as you want, love.”
“Who do I marry?” I can hardly believe myself, but I am seriously entertaining the idea. Hell, I had already made up my mind before I entered the room to accept whatever they offered me. Who knew they would want to give me more than I could ever dream of?
“We figure there’s only one way to settle it,” says Liam.
“It’s a time-honored tradition,” adds Blair.
I raise an eyebrow. “Which is?”
“Rock Paper Scissors,” says Liam.
I burst out laughing. “So are going to use Rock Paper Scissors to decide which of you is my husband, and which one fathers the first child?”
Blair looks calm. “It seems as democratic as anything else, don’t you think?”
I nod, amused as I watch the two men I love play a playground game to determine what our future will be. A moment later, Liam groans when Blair’s paper covers his rock. “Best two out of three?”
“No way,” says Blair happily. “I won fair and square.”
Liam shrugs his broad shoulders. “Aw well, I still win, since I get you.” He covers my hand in his. “And I’ll get to try to make you conceive.”
I lick my lips. “You want to try to make a baby today?”
“Seriously? I’m ready whenever you are.” He gazes at me with desire, but something else there too. Is it love? It must be.
I look at Blair, and he nods. They seem so utterly certain and confide
nt, without a hint of doubt. It makes me feel confident too. I may be young to be a mom, but I’ve always wanted kids. And it’s not like I’d be doing it all on my own with no money or support. I would have two husbands,and I had a feeling they would love me and hover over me, allowing me to do nothing that might put me or the baby at risk. It’s an opportunity I’ll never get again.
“Okay, let’s try.”
“Right now?” asks Blair with a grin.
I nod and lean back, as they each begin to kiss my neck. When I reach for their cocks this time, they don’t try to stop me, and I slowly stroke them through their clothes before they each undo their pants. When their taut, bare flesh is in my hands, it feels so right. Almost as good as their hands moving over my body. Their hands and lips teasing and tantalizing me, I feel like I’m in heaven, but when one of their fingers strokes my pussy, I know I am. Teasing my opening, when they enter me their fingers, I lift my hips off the loveseat couch, wanting more. Taking charge, they move me around, bending me over across the coffee table. I’m completely open to both twins as they play with my pussy, and when I feel the unmistakable sensation of a tongue on my ass I nearly faint with pleasure. The soft strokes make me want to come immediately, but before long, they’re stretching me carefully with their fingers, and I know they’re preparing me to take me both ways. Blair there, and Liam filling my pussy in a few minutes. I’m nervous but excited, and I can barely concentrate due to how good it feels.
Clinging to the coffee table, I can feel the pleasure building. Waves of pleasure sweep over me as they continue to finger me, both of them in each of my holes. When I come with a loud cry, I can feel them moaning with me,
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