by Andrea Allen
“You’re sexy, smart, passionate, and make us want to do dirty things and protect you. All at the same time. That is an odd conundrum,” Reese said softly.
I was taken back by the onslaught of feelings in my heart. Jack trailed kisses down my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Having these two men pleasure me never got old.
I tilted my neck to give Jack better access and ran my fingers through Reese’s hair, pulling him closer. They took the signal. No matter how much I kept them on their toes and was sassy with them, I was submissive. I loved when they took control away from me.
All I had to was immerse myself in the pleasure while they did everything.
Chapter 9
Jack
After close to two months, we were never satisfied when it came to Olivia. Each time always felt like the first time.
I pulled my mouth away from her and turned to look at Reese, whose normally calm composure disappeared. He’s staring down at Olivia like a wild animal waiting to breed his mate.
Olivia chose to quiet her moans. But I wanted to hear her cries ring through the room. I knew that wouldn't happen with what she told us about the office’s rumor mill.
The thought darkened my mood. Later, I thought as I continued to trail kisses on her neck. Her neck was one of her most erogenous zones, it turned her on quick.
Reese grabbed her lifted her in a fireman’s hold and I followed. He had the same thought. She wasn’t going to let loose in here.
We had a private elevator installed which opened directly into the ground parking. We were taking her to our shared penthouse across the city.
Reese wanted to move her in with us immediately, but I told him to wait. I wanted to coax her slowly and not run her off. But that wasn’t the way to go with how she thought she was just another fuck to us.
She was so much more than a fuck, I thought, as Reese maneuvered her in his low-slung, sleek matte black Lamborghini. I sat with her in the back, nuzzling her and patting her through the clothes.
“I can’t wait,” Olivia pleaded, her mouth open as the sensations kept building up.
Her moans filled the car. I lifted the hem of her skirt and spread her knees wide. She stopped wearing panties when we started ripping them. Her pussy was on display and, fuck, was that view hot. Her skirt scrunched up, her knees splayed, and her fuck-me-heels still on.
“Don’t let her cum,” Reese warned as he glanced in the rearview mirror at her soaked cunt. He let out a harsh breath and his feet went slightly heavy on the gas pedal.
“I’ll try, but it’s going to be fucking hard,” I groaned when my finger entered her. She was soaked before my finger even entered her. Her juices were leaking on to the leather seat and Olivia tried to scoot up to pull her skirt down so as to not stain the leather.
Reese was waiting at the red light when he pushed his hand back and stopped her. “Don’t,” he commanded. He fingered her, roughly and quickly, pumping faster and faster.
“I’m almost there!” she exclaimed.
The rude honks pulled Reese out of his lust induced haze and he turned back around and speeded the fuck home. “Fuck.” He inhaled her musky scent and tasted her freshness.
“We’ll get to that. We have all night,” I grinned.
Reese
I pulled into the parking lot of our penthouse and dragged Olivia up. I couldn't wait a second longer. I had to be inside her, fucking her.
Jack held the elevator for us and we rode upstairs. This would be the first time Olivia would be in our penthouse and she was going to stay here forever.
We waited too long and moved too slow. I wanted to move her after that first time, but Jack held me back.
There was no holding back.
Come morning, her stuff would be adorning our closet and our lives.
But with what she said this afternoon of her office, I realized taking up her time wasn't working. People started to gossip and fucking with her head. It was hard to stand by the sidelines and watch her get hurt.
We entered the penthouse and I glanced around, critically.
We were two bachelors and I didn’t want her to think we were slobs. The huge TV took up one wall and suede, grey sofa placed in front. The kitchen and the living room was one big open space. Modern, sleek appliances with granite countertops, the kitchen was the best part.
“We don’t t have time for the house tour,” I said as I pushed Olivia into the master bedroom and onto the California bed. It was humongous and perfect for us.
Jack lifted her and through her on the bed and she giggled.
“I love your house,” she said, dreamily.
“Good, it’s also yours now,” I said as I undressed.
Her eyes widened and she looked between the two of us. “W—what? Are you serious?”
“Babe, I don’t joke about having you here. You’re moving in,” Jack ordered in a voice that brooked no argument.
“You got two seconds to be naked or I’m ripping everything,” I threatened. That got her out of her thoughts. She hated having to replace her clothes, which made us want to do it more.
I took my belt out of the belt loops and Jack, silently, did the same. Once we were undressed we both went to the side of the bed and grabbed each of arms and tied it to the bedpost with our belts.
She stared at us, silently. She tested the bonding by pulling. She couldn’t get out.
I stood at the foot of the bed and questioned Jack, “Gag or no gag?”
“No gag. I want to hear her scream.”
I stretched her closed legs wide and open to our view. I placed my knee on the bed and kissed her, hard and fast while tweaking her nipples.
Jack sat behind her and placed her head on his chest and stroking his cock.
A red flush bloomed across her tits. I couldn't resist a taste of them. I, roughly, latched on to one, biting down on the stiff peaks. Her body was so immersed in pleasure that she started begging for release.
I straddled her around her waist and pushed her breasts together and my cock filled the glorious valley. I thrusted into her breasts. I pinched her nipples and grunted.
Her arms strained against the bindings as she writhed in pleasure. Her screams bounced off the walls when she convulsed around me from her orgasms.
Precum coated Jack’s cock and he jerked his hand faster and faster till he came all over her tits. His white seed coated her nipples and stomach.
“You want a taste before we take her, or you just want to get inside her now?” Jack asked.
Jack pulled her hair and kissed her upside down, biting and tugging her lips, swallowing her screams.
“What will it be?” I wondered out aloud. Her writhing body was too much temptation rolled into one.
I reached down and pulled up cock near her entrance. She looked up and bit her lip, waiting. She was sweating and breathing hard. She’s exactly how we wanted her—exhausted with pleasure and impatient.
“Fuck me,” she panted.
I sank into and buried myself to the hilt and her head dropped back. With her mouth open, Jack slid his cock into her mouth and thrusted, matching my motions.
My breath catches as I hold my cock, not moving inside her yet, letting the sensations flow through me.
“Ah,” she moaned, her mouth filled and her cunt fucked.
“I’m cumming,” Jack choked. “Swallow me,” he ordered when she tried to move her head away. Her eyes shone and she took up the challenge.
I was close, thrusting harder and harder. I gushed, my seed flowing into her. Jack spurted into her mouth.
We were all panting and I moved my hand up and untied her wrists.
Chapter 10
Jack
After a few seconds, I gasped out, “My turn.”
Olivia closed her legs, denying me, and whispered out, “I can’t take anymore.”
Reese and I switched positions and I forced her legs apart. “You will.”
“I’m too sore. I’m us
ed up.” She probably thought her body can’t handle another one. But, she’s wrong. I won’t stop until my cock is deep in her cunt. I need that pleasure of her pussy clenching around my cock.
I cupped her leaking cunt juiced mixed with Reese’s seed. “This is never off-limits to us.” I viciously thrusted into her. She was slick and my cock slid all the fuck way home.
She was still tight. And I went brutally fast her pussy clenched around me.
Olivia grabbed my head and pulled my hair. “Harder!”
My arms were threatening to give out with how hard I drilled into her soaking, wet cunt. I bent her knees and continued my furious thrusts. She was my kryptonite. The bed vibrated against the wood floor with each frenzied thrust.
Reese cock sprung up again wanting to play again. I lay across the bed with her, still thrusting. I was face to face with her and I reached behind and spread her ass cheeks. Fingering her there to loosen her up, while Reese stroked his cock and entered her.
She tensed and stop moving with me. I grabbed her hips, pulled my legs over and moved her, while Reese thrusted into her asshole. I placed my finger near her clit and gave it one flick.
She came and Reese and I followed. With our faces flushed and our bodies sweaty, Reese dropped down next to her and wrapped her in his arms.
It was fucking amazing every single time. She was perfect for us. When it came to her, we acted like Neanderthals rather than powerful men who rule with utter control. All that control slips away when it came to her. It was frustrating and exhilarating as hell. We couldn't get any work done when she’s around and when she's not around we, still, can't get any work done.
It was an odd mix.
I glanced at Reese over her head and he nodded. We were on the same page.
“Olivia,” I began.
“Hmm…” she said, lazily trailing her fingers across my chest.
“We’re serious. Move in with us.”
“What do we tell everyone?” She was worried.
I scoffed, “Fuck everyone.”
Unfortunately, Reese was more pragmatic. “If Olivia wants to be accepted and make friends, that won’t work. Society is filled with norms and traditions. We announce she’s going out with one of us and, slowly, when she’s integrated with the employees, we tell them she’s ours. Completely.”
She thought about it and shocked us when she said, “okay.” She agreed with us.
I smiled and kissed her. “God, I love you.”
She froze in my arms.
I froze.
She was supposed to say it back. Did I misread her intentions?
She looked over at Reese and he whispered it to her also.
After the longest seconds of our lives, she said, “I love you, too.”
Then she took both of our hands and placed it on her stomach. Leaving it there. That could only mean one thing.
Shouts and exclaims filled the room. Her stomach soon became inundated with kisses. I cradled her in my arms and placed her under the shower with four jets on each wall.
“Sit here on the bench, babe, and we’ll clean you up.”
“Prop up your feet. Let us clean all of you.”
Reese soaped her body. She, wordlessly, allows us to tend to her and leaned her back against my shoulder as the steam surrounded us. I gently washed her pussy with my fingers.
He breath hitched and she arched her back. “Easy there, love. We’ve got the rest of our lives.” It gave me a pure male satisfaction that we could turn her on with a simple touch.
We had to be careful now that she was pregnant.
Reese filled the bath and we moved into the jacuzzi. I sat behind her, pulling her between my legs. Her legs wrapped around Reese’s as she faced him. We were all connected and joined.
Whole.
She completed us and made us happy. Forever.
Olivia
I never felt more deliriously happy than now in that moment wrapped up in my men’s arms in the jacuzzi.
I felt loved and cherished. My every desire was their goal to fulfill. I never found myself lacking for anything.
When I found out I was pregnant two weeks ago, I was scared. I didn’t know whose baby it was. But when I looked at them, I didn’t need to know whose baby it was. All I knew was I loved them both, equally. Irrevocably.
I knew they would love this baby as their own. It didn’t matter anymore whose baby it was. All that mattered was that this baby was loved by all of his parents.
I couldn't wait for the laughs and cackles that would surround us.
Reese
“You’ve made me so happy,” I murmured, placing soft kisses on her lips. Tendrils of her fair framed her face and she looked gorgeous as fuck.
More so now because she was glowing with her afterglow and pregnancy. It gave me immense pleasure to know we’ve had our seed growing inside her.
She was bred with our baby.
The bond between us kept growing stronger and the love more fierce.
This was wild, insane, and crazy but it worked for us.
Fuck what everyone else said.
We worshipped her body slowly in the bathtub, giving her everything she wants, fulfilling her every need.
THE END
Bonus 8 of 30
His Model
Description
Steven has the idea to invent glow in the dark swimwear for those who enjoy swimming at night time so they could be seen. He doesn’t think that his ideas are going to work because he doesn’t have the models that he needs to advertise the swimwear. He just needs the right woman for the bikinis that he is trying to get off the ground, as his hopes dwindle little by little. He finds out that his sister, Emma, is coming home. He doesn’t know for what reason, but he’s already scratched her out as a candidate because of how she looked when they were younger. After two of his interviews fall through, one calling to cancel and the other not showing up at all, he knows it will take a miracle to find a woman to model for him. Just as he thinks there is no hope at all, Emma shows up at his office door, he doesn’t look at her right away but when he picks his head up, he sees that all his dreams have come true. Now it’s just the matter of convincing Emma to model for him. Success glimmers in his eyes as he tells her what he needs. He keeps the thoughts to himself of what he wants until Emma dangerously makes the first move. Life is full of secrets and Emma has one that she doesn’t admit until Steven comes out and asks her after the hints she has given to him sexually about how long she’s waited.
Chapter 1
Steven was twenty-five years old with short black hair and dark blue eyes. He was a billionaire’s son. He worked with his father at the modeling agency. On day, he was going to run it completely. He owned half the business and it was already in his father’s will that when he passed if Steven knew the business inside and out, then the company would be his.
Steven had his own a new shirt line as a side business. Neon orange shirts that glowed on rainy, cloudy days and they also glowed once they sun began to set at dusk. He had come up with the idea for safety reasons. Joggers, bicyclists, skateboarders, anyone that felt the need to have one or want one.
So far, the business was making a killing. Now all he needed was a beautiful model for the glow in the dark bathing suits for women. In California, he had seen men and women out on the beaches in the middle of the night, enjoying night time parties.
Steven had the bathing suits already available. The only reason he hadn’t advertised was because he needed a female model. He hadn’t found the right one to model for him. He had the male models that he needed but it wasn’t going to be much help since he wanted the swimwear to come out at the same time.
Steven was working in his private office when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Steven called out, putting his pen down.
He sat back in his chair and watched his father walk into the room. His father was an older version of Steven. His black hair was slowly graying, his blu
e eyes looked tired behind the thin gold-rimmed glasses. Mark was dressed up in a suit and tie with a briefcase in his hand.
“Where you going? It’s Saturday.” Steven assumed he was going to work, most times he was right.
“Not today, I’ve been keeping a surprise from you for about a month. I can’t hold it in any longer.” Mark grinned, putting his briefcase down for a moment.
“Well don’t keep me in suspense.” Steven was waiting for the big news and he knew it was big because he hadn’t seen true happiness in his father’s eyes in a long time.
“I’m bringing Emma to the house. She’s going to stay with us for a while. Her plane lands in thirty-five minutes. You want to come with me?” Mark asked, picking his briefcase up off the floor.
“No, I have a few models coming in today. I have to get these bathing suits out for production soon.” Steven didn’t want to waste his time going to get Emma.
Emma was his stepsister who he hadn’t seen in years. She was fifteen the last time he’d seen her. She was heavy set and wasn’t pretty at all. If he was going to waste his time, he’d waste it with interviews. If the interviews failed, he would do it trying to be productive.
“I think it would be nice if the both of us went to greet her.” Mark tried convincing him.
“I would if I didn’t have interviews today Dad. Tell her I can’t wait to see her.” Steven smiled at him and picked up the phone pretending to make a call.
Mark sighed and shook his head. Steven had been watching him for too long. It was a move that he would’ve made himself.
One thing that Mark was sure about was when it was his time to go, he knew that Steven would do great taking the business over.
“Love you Dad,” Steven told him before he walked out of the office.
“Love you too,” Mark replied, a small smile coming to his face.
The two hardly showed affection. So, when the words were spoken, he knew that it meant a lot.
Steven sat back in his office chair and placed his hands behind his head. If he didn’t find a decent model soon, his dreams of the glowing swim suits would be destroyed.