His Secret Baby

by Ashlee Price

  “Yup.”

  “And what about you, Jace?”

  “Well babe, I am a military man, and as that goes, I don’t see too many women, you know? So yeah, I guess you could call me bisexual as well. I have found the odd man appealing, although my orientation leans more towards women. Besides, I see nothing wrong with sex so long as there is a mutual attraction and understanding between those involved, know what I mean? So States side, if there is no woman around, Drew is my preferred choice of, let’s call it, partner.”

  “Holy shit. You both like women!”

  At this stage my head was spinning, the headache relegated to a thudding throb at the base of my skull, while my brains tried making sense of it all. The fact that they were bisexual, the fact they liked woman, and the fact that I was there, looking for trouble, with two, let’s face it, men who were sexy as sin and after whom any hot-blooded female would throw her soaking panties after. Except I don’t wear panties, I wear g-strings – I happen to find them much more comfortable, but that’s just me, and I don’t judge, especially when it comes to underwear; I wear my spanx when needed, I’m not too proud to admit it!

  The silence between the three of us, at that point, was so thick you could cut it with a knife, a sharp one, at that. I became aware of the heat permeating from them, their mingled smell coming at me in waves. Damn why am I horny all the fucking time! I tried my best to cover my growing awareness in flippant conversation, changing the topic of discussion to anything I could think of: the weather, sports, politics; hell even our respectively, very much fucked up, parents were discussed. Yet all the time, I was very much aware of the fact that both of them had seen me, every nook and cranny, hill and dale. And the thought, although embarrassing, was also…titillating. I couldn’t help but wonder at what they thought of the ‘goodies’. Strangely enough, it was also at this point that I realized that my headache had disappeared. It would seem a little shock was an excellent way to cure a hangover.

  After a while, my repertoire of small talk dried up, and a silence ensued. An uncomfortable one, I might add. I don’t know whether Jace felt sorry for me or uncomfortable, but he suddenly announced he needed to go out for a while, which left me and Drew alone. We were totally isolated, the two of us, within the confines of his penthouse apartment.

  Not knowing what to do or say, I started gathering the dishes and put them in the sink, intending on washing up. Drew stood and watched me for a while, took up a dish towel, and started drying while I washed.

  “Drew…” I turned towards him, only to come up against his chest. I was unable to turn away. His arms went around me and he pulled me even closer.

  I looked up, and his mouth came down on mine, hard and insistent. His taste, oh hell his taste! I couldn’t help myself. A part of me that had been buried for so long that I had forgotten it existed, burst free, and I found myself splaying my hands through his hair, pulling him closer. My senses seemed to be flooded by him, his smell, taste, and essence. I was totally unaware, on a conscious level, of his hands on my body, under my shirt, exploring, until one sneaked around the front between us and started massaging my breast through the thin lace of my bra. My involuntary gasp of pleasure when he rubbed against my nipple made him pull back slightly.

  “Relax, Mel. I know what you want. I know what you need. Relax, let me give it to you. You know I can give you what you want, don’t you?”

  “And what is that, exactly?”

  “A good fucking. It’s why you came to Vegas, isn’t it? Sex? Wanting to be needed, wanted, and used. Your body is screaming for it, I can tell. We can give you what you need. Besides, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, remember?”

  “We?”

  “Of course. Drew and me. Between the two of us, by the time you go back, you will have absolutely no doubts as to your sexuality. That’s what the idiot you are divorcing did to you, isn’t it? Make you doubt your sexuality? Your womanhood? Your sexiness? We can give it back to you, and more. Are you up for it, Mel? Are you up for me? Can you handle it? The question is, do you want to handle it?”

  “I’m not sure, I…”

  “Alright, but you want me right now, don’t you? I can feel it in your body.” His hand travelled down to my crotch, which, I have to admit, was telling him exactly what he wanted to know. I was wet. Wet and hot and horny as hell and yes, I wanted him to fuck me, badly.

  “See?” he said with a smile.

  “Your body can’t lie, can it? You want it.” His mouth swooped down again and kissed me. It felt so good! His hands were exploring me again, pulling me closer, so that I could feel the force of his arousal just above my crotch. Oh, I wanted it, alright. I wanted it badly.

  Our lips were momentarily parted when he unceremoniously pulled my t-shirt of me, allowing my bra-less breasts to hop free, bouncing slightly. His head dipped down, and he caught a nipple in his mouth, on which he started suckling. His other hand moved down the front of my sweatpants and found my wet pussy. After rubbing at the clit, he dipped in a finger and swirled it around. He was driving me insane. I had been on tender hooks since arriving, and the anticipation of what was to follow was working me into a frenzy for which my body demanded relief.

  “Drew, please,” I managed to gasp as he slowly worked me up to an orgasm.

  Drew hoisted me onto the kitchen counter, the same one where we had earlier sat and had breakfast, and pushed me down. He stood for a few moments and looked at me, as if he was studying every nook and cranny, every bump and dip, in short, every inch. The desire and lust in his eyes made my inner woman, the one which had for so long been broken down, revel in the look. It made me feel beautiful, desirable, and yeah, let’s face it, sexy.

  “I can’t wait, Mel.” Drew parted my legs and plunged his cock into me, to the hilt, and immediately started pumping into me, his movements hard, fast and frenzied, like a man who was about to have his last fuck before going to the gas chamber. His eyes never left my bouncing breasts, and if possible, he picked up his speed, as if his cock and my tits had to move to the same rhythm.

  I felt my orgasm build again, slowly, yet incessantly, and I knew that whatever happened, I needed it, wanted it, yearned for it. And then I had it. It hit me in waves, running from my pussy to every nerve ending in my body, making me shudder and scream (I did mention I was loud, didn’t I?) while my nails tried finding something to dig into, yet all it found was the cold, marble counter top. Drew’s orgasm followed after a few more thrusts, an incomprehensive, guttural cry accompanying his seed as it shot into me. There we both were, me on my back, and him standing between my legs, gasping for air.

  “You okay?” Drew managed.

  I nodded. “Yeah, more than okay. That was bloody marvelous!”

  “Good. Do you want another round? Jace said to let you know he is willing and able and only waiting for my phone call. You up to being our plaything for the few days before you leave? It’s your chance to say so now.”

  I licked my lips in anticipation of the large, rock-solid marine.

  “Hmm, let me take a quick shower and send him right on in.”

  “Good girl,” I heard from behind my back, as I made my way through to my bedroom, trying to walk elegantly while stark naked, hoping my wobbly bits weren’t jiggling around too much.

  I got into the shower, enjoying the warmth over my aroused body, and wondered at my own audacity. And Drew’s. Hell, I never knew he could make a girl feel that way. And take charge of things the way he has. I knew he was successful, but I never, in my wildest dreams, thought he would turn out to be such a… well…. Such a stud.

  ***

  I was standing under the shower, rinsing off the suds, when I felt a pair of large hands encircle me from behind. I was pulled flush against a hard, muscled body, Jace’s. His hands roamed over me, touching, stroking, the warm water adding to the sensation. He started nuzzling my neck, nipping at the soft skin carefully, while his hands kneaded my overly sensitive breasts.

  “
Relax,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath on my wet skin cooling and heating me at the same time.

  One arm pulled me against him even more firmly, if possible, and he plunged two fingers into me, while his thumb circled my clit. I squirmed in his embrace, but he would give no quarter. I was held fast, and toyed with, helpless beneath his onslaught. He picked up his pace, left my clit alone, and drove into me, faster and faster, causing my orgasm, when it came, to be both painful and wonderful at the same time. He kept on at me, refusing to withdraw, until my last shudder and moan had left me. I was spent. Or so I thought.

  Jace turned me around, picked me up as if I weighed nothing, pushing my back against the cold tiles, pulled my legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and shoved his cock right on up into me, again. He forced my chin up so that he could look me in the eyes.

  “Hold onto me and don’t let go.” I wasn’t planning on doing so.

  The first thrust went deep, filling me to my limits, and then he picked up the pace, faster and faster. I was pinned between him and the wall, being taken, used, and loving every moment of it. I came with a scream, he with a grunt, and then his arms were around me, holding me.

  “You okay?”

  Not able to say anything, I merely nodded my head, my body satisfied, my mind struggling to think coherently. It had been that good!

  Jace left me to towel off and get dressed in my own time. Naked, I walked through to my bedroom, and crawled into bed. I was asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I slept like a baby.

  I woke a few hours later, got dressed, and walked through to the living area. Nobody was in sight, but propped against a vase, there was an envelope with my name on it. I opened it and had to sit. It was from Drew.

  Mel,

  It’s wonderful having you here. Jace and I are out for a bit. We’ll bring some takeout when we get back. Hope you have a good rest. We both want you tonight, at the same time. Are you up for it? Think about it, and let us know when we get back. We promise, if you say yes, you won’t be sorry.

  Drew

  I have to tell you, I was worried. I’ve been with men, but never two at the same time. My sexual experiences at college were varied, and yeah, I had done anal, but never, ever with two men at the same time. The thought was disconcerting on the one hand, although on the other, I have to admit that it has been a fantasy of mine. I think I might have mentioned that. No? Well now you know. Anyway, there I was, all alone, with nothing to do except wait on their arrival. I looked around, and wondered what I could get up to so as to pass the time, but honestly, nothing came to mind. I could watch some T.V., of course, but hey, I was in Vegas! Who watches T.V. while in Vegas? I went back to my room and put on some make-up and got dressed to go out, leaving a note of my own for them in case they got back before I did.

  ***

  The place was packed. Slot machines were ringing, and there was the occasional whoop of joy as someone won. The slots, however, was not my aim. I got some chips and wandered over to a blackjack table, it was a game that had always held my fascination, and took a seat. I was soon engrossed in the game, and had won some and lost some. It was about 30 minutes later that a cocktail was put at my side, blue in color, garnished with an umbrella and a slice of lime.

  “It’s from the gentleman at the next table, ma’am,” I was told. I looked over.

  I did a mental “Ugh”.

  The guy looked like a real sleaze ball. You know the type, right?

  Older, trying to look young by growing out his thinning hair, combing it over the bald patch, and tying it into a ponytail at the back of his head, his hair obviously dyed, clothes one size too small as if it would hold in the belly he was so desperately trying to suck in, the gold-plated jewelry aimed to impress but failing to do so, and the greasy smile! Hell no! I promptly waved the drink away, telling the waitron to say thank you, but no thank you. The lady was not interested.

  I was back into the game again, landing a Jack and an ace, the perfect number, and hoping the house didn’t come up with a better hand, when I had another drink plopped down in front of me. Another cocktail, something minty by the smell of it. I once again waved it away, hoping the guy would get the message, and won the round. I felt proud of myself, for the hand, not the guy.

  The cards were dealt again. I asked for a third, and landed with a total of ten points. I kid you not, but I felt this presence settle in beside me. You guessed it, Mr. Sleeze.

  “Hi baby. Seems you doin’ alright” came the Texan drawl, although I had to wonder at the fakeness of it, as no Texans I had ever met had exaggerate their accent the way this guy did. I decided to ignore him. The idiot then proceeded to put an arm around me, and lay a fat, pudgy, sweaty palm on my thigh.

  “Excuse me, please. Let me go.”

  “Oh come on baby, a hot girl like you needs some lookin’ after!” He flashed me a toothy, over-white grin.

  I needed looking after alright, but most definitely not by this sour-breathed wanna-be Texan with the fake tan, which I noticed on closer inspection; the inspection not of my own volition, but due to his close proximity. I tried shrugging out of his embrace and getting up, my game and winnings forgotten in the bid to get away from him, but he held me down, forcing me to sit next to him.

  “Let me go!”

  The dealer and other players, at this point, noticed what was going on, but, as is the want with people when they see something distasteful, looked away. The dealer, I have to mention, did nod in someone’s general direction. The next thing I knew, Mr. Sleaze was pulled to one side and smartly escorted outside, while Drew and Jace looked at me, a mixture of fury and concern on their faces.

  “Did he hurt you, Mel?” Drew managed first.

  “Want me to kick his ass to the ground?” it came from Jace.

  ‘No I’m fine, and no, leave him alone. It’s over. Thanks for saving me.”

  “Yeah well, we got back and found you gone but saw your note and decided to come looking for you.”

  “Mel,” Drew interjected before Jace could say more, “I suggest we go upstairs and have something to eat, okay? Pizza is going to get cold, and I hate cold pizza. And no, it’s not from room service but from a place down the road that makes the best damn pizza in this town.

  Come on. Let’s go.”

  And there I was, walking through the crowd, squired by two gorgeous guys, aware of the admiring or withering glances of many a female; the withers being in my direction, the admiring ones being aimed at my two companions. I smirked. A girl could get used to this kind of thing. I liked feeling their jealousy, after all, it’s not every day you have two males like these two paying attention to you, is it?

  We got into Drew’s private elevator, but the next thing I knew, I was drawn into Drew’s arms and soundly kissed.

  “Don’t do that when I am around! I don’t like it. Understand?”

  Before I could answer, Jace had grabbed me from behind, one hand kneading my breast while Drew watched. “And that, babe, goes for me as well. Got it?” I felt his breath in my neck. It was hot and moist and minty.

  Well now, what was a girl to do? I nodded silently, smiled to myself, and kept my mouth tightly shut.

  Drew was right, the pizza was good. Damn good! The base was thin, the way I liked it, yet not hard at all, and the cheese and toppings were cooked to perfection. Yummy! I have to mention, the chardonnay we had with it hit the right spot as well. I was well satisfied. Almost. The taste of Drew and the smell of Jace in the escalator had wet my appetite for sex once more, and I wondered what they had in mind.

  I excused myself, had a quick shower, and changed into a revealing negligée which I covered with a robe; a girl doesn’t want to be too obvious about these things, and joined them in the lounge area. The lights, I noticed, had been dimmed, and both were seated on the couch with a space open between them.

  “I take it, Mel, you have made a decision? An irrevocable one? You are willing to be our toy for the next few days? To
do with as we will, with your consent, of course?” Drew was lounging back, his pristine white shirt undone to the navel, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of abs and a light smattering of hair to be drooled over.

  “Yes.”

  My answer sounded timid, although my excitement was reaching its maximum level. I was both scared and worked up. I had come to Vegas for sex, to put it frankly, in an attempt to regain my confidence in my sexuality after the breakup of my marriage, and it would seem I had found a double dose of it. I was not complaining, and the idea of both of them taking me…well, it added the extra bit of spice I needed.

  “Come here, Mel,” Drew patted the empty spot between him and Jace, “come sit down. But before you do, take off the robe and let us look at you.”

  I licked my suddenly dry lips and undid the robe, allowing it to slip off my shoulders and puddle at my feet. I stood facing them in my transparent sexy little outfit.

  ”Now take off the panties underneath.”

  I hooked my fingers around the elastic, pulled the small scrap of material down, and kicked it aside.

  “Turn around, Mel,” Drew’s soothing voice commanded.

  I did as he bid me.

  “Now bend over, Mel, we want to see your ass.”

  By this time, my sexual need had reached fever-pitch, but I said nothing, turned and bent over, as far as I could. I felt someone’s presence behind me. It was Jace.

  “Stand still, babe. This won’t take long.”

  I felt something shoving at my pussy and up my channel. I almost fell over.

  “Keep the position, babe,”Jace’s honeyed voice purred, “this is only the beginning. Now, don’t move, and take it, you hear?”

  The next moment, my pussy was empty, and Jace was forcing a large butt plug into my small puckered ass, driving it in, inch by inch. I grasped my ankles, and bit on my teeth. It was not as much painful as it was uncomfortable, even though it had been lubricated by my own flowing juices.

  “I’m readying you ups for some serious fucking. And you are going to like it, I guarantee it.” Jace kept on pushing and pushing until, unexpectedly, he stopped.