Vi screamed in pleasure, trembling and clawing at us both. I growled, feeling her asshole clench at my glans, spasming around my thick shaft as I fought to hang on. And slowly, both of us began to drive all the way in. I grunted, feeling her hot little ass milking my cock, gripping it tight as I throbbed inside of her. I pulled back, Adam doing the same, before we both drove back in, filling her up once again.
We started to move faster, her moans filling the small kitchen as we fucked her back and forth between us. Adam’s mouth found her tits, sucking at her nipples while I raked my teeth across her neck. I pushed her leg higher, wrapping it around my friend’s waist, and when I gripped her ass tight in both hands and lifted her, she knew what to do.
Adam held her tight, both her legs wrapping around his waist as the two of us started to fuck her harder, and faster. We both groaned, muscles clenching and rippling, bodies coming together wetly. Sweat poured down our skin, her breathy moans mixing with ours as we plunged our big cocks into her over and over.
We tumbled back into the baking table, and seamlessly, without even missing a stroke, we moved back onto it. Adam slid onto his back, her legs spread on either side of his hips while I climbed on top. Vi went wild, grinding into him as I started to claim that tight little ass. My heavy balls slapped against her with every thrust, every inch of my swollen cock pounding into her tight little butt on each stroke. I gripped her hair tight, pulling her head back and kissing her savagely. Adam’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her open for me as he hammered his big dick in and out of her dripping wet, tight little cunt.
None of us were going to last much longer, and we knew it.
“I’m gonna — I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” she gasped, crying out and moaning into my lips.
Adam leaned up, his mouth finding her neck as she kissed me, his cock and mine driving in and out of her over and over again.
“Come for us,” he hissed. “Come for our big cocks. Make that pussy drip your sweet girl cum all fucking over my balls. And then I want to feel him fill that tight little ass with cum. I want it dripping out of you after we’ve gone. Marking you as ours. I want my cum all over your skin, so the whole world knows you belong to us.
She moaned wildly, trembling, panting, her muscles clenching as she tumbled towards that edge.
“Fucking come for us, angel,” I growled into her ear. “Be a good girl, take those big cocks nice and deep in your tight little holes, and fucking come for us. Come for us, come away with us, and be our Queen.”
She screamed, and suddenly, everything was exploding.
Vi’s orgasm slammed into her, her whole body tensing up and then melting into us as she moaned out her climax. Adam roared, rocking his hips hard into her as his balls emptied deep inside of her slick little cunt. And that was the last I could take.
I plunged in balls deep, and when I came, it was like all of me was blasting out of the swollen head of my cock. I groaned, pumping rope after sticky rope of my seed deep into her ass, until I was panting for breath. Until all three of us were groaning and melting together.
Slowly, we pulled out of her, and I rolled onto my back next to both of them right there on the baking table.
…I made a note to let someone know it needed to be thoroughly cleaned before being used to bake again.
Vi rolled off of Adam, nestling between us as we both held her tight, stroking and kissing her skin.
And right then, the timer went off.
I grinned.
“You’re shitting me.”
Vi turned, arching a brow at me. “What?”
“The cake.”
Adam started to chuckle, knowing where I was going with this.
“What about it?”
“Looks like we get to have it and eat it too.”
She rolled her eyes, snorting a laugh as we pulled her close, losing ourselves in her all over again.
Chapter 12
Adam
“Well, believe it. This is happening.” There was a sternness to Rian’s voice as he glared at his advisor, Tomilson. Neither Shane nor I had much liking for our friend’s weasel-faced advisor. I knew he’d basically taken care of Rian since he was a boy, but he always looked like a schemer to us.
At the present, he was still trying to convince Rian that marrying a girl he’d just met, and one who wasn’t technically royalty — the Lady Emilia — was a bad idea. But then, he was also trying to convince him to look into marrying this Princess Jin girl, who Rian knew far less than he knew Emilia.
“Sire,” Tomilson frowned. “I really must —”
“It’s happening, Tomilson,” Rian hissed, eying his advisor. “You’ve always been loyal, and you’ve had my back for more than most even know, but I need you behind me on this one.”
Rian had just “filled us in on the news” about him and Emilia. Oh, and that he was marrying her the very next fucking day. Neither of us had the heart to tell him we already knew — well, not about the wedding, but about the girl. But then, we also hadn’t told him about Vi.
Actually, aside from Marius and our security detail, we hadn’t told anyone about her. That thought soured in me. I didn’t want her to be this little secret. It felt tawdry. But then, all three of us knew that this not being a secret wasn’t going to be easy. For one, people would talk. Not that we gave a shit what people said about the two of us, but the thought of some tabloid running its mouth about Vi with the both of us made my fury rise.
And by that same token, what exactly could be done on our side of things? Our father had discussed the idea of stepping down from his throne and passing it to us. The idea of two Kings ruling a country wasn't unheard of, but, it’s not exactly like two kings sharing one queen was a popular idea.
Truth be told, it had scandal written all over it.
Fuck, I hated that thought though. What we had with Vi — well, that wasn’t scandal. That wasn’t some dirty little affair, as dirty as it was. No, it was real. It was real, and deep, and something I wanted to hang onto forever. But how would our kingdom see it?
Rian clearing his throat dragged me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see him looking at Shane and me.
“So, thoughts?”
“My opinion?” I shrugged. I’d tuned out just now, but before then, I’d listened as our friend had emptied it all about this girl Emilia, and how fucking crazy he was for her. And hell, if she was Vi’s best friend, I couldn’t see how she could be anything less than amazing.
“My opinion is if you don’t marry this girl, you’re an idiot.” I smirked, glancing at Shane. “Also, we’ll kick the shit out of you for being an idiot.”
Rian’s stern face crept into a smile. “Perfect.”
“Sire, I know you’ve made up your mind, but —”
“I have,” he muttered, glaring at Tomilson.
“Princess Jin and her family have a lot to offer in terms of royal alliances, not to mention trade deals, and political —”
“Tomilson,” Rian snapped. “My word is final, and I don’t want to hear another bit about Princess Jin. Please thank her and her family for attending the ball, and if they’d like to speak on trade deals that are not attached to marriages as if we live in the middle ages, I’m happy to sit down with them. If not, that’s their decision.”
He shook his head.
“Emilia is the only one I want, and I’m making her my Queen tomorrow. That is final. Understood?”
I watched, grinning as Rian’s sour little advisor said goodbye and turned on his heel to march away.
Shane laughed once he was gone. “Dude that guy would drive me nuts.”
“Tomilson is… He has my best in mind, he just gets stuck in his ways.”
“Well, too bad for Princess Jin,” I snickered.
“You want me to put you in touch?” Rian joked. “I can see if she’s interested in douchebags from Nessa who someone mistakenly gave a crown to?”
“Har har har.” I flipped him the middle finger as my
brother laughed. “Not interested.”
“Hey, she’s very pretty.”
“I’m sure she is. But I’m fine.”
Rian turned to my brother. “Shane? Want a date? Apparently it comes with trade deals.”
Shane rolled his eyes. “Nah, I’m good too. Thanks.”
The grin faded from Rian’s face as his gaze darted between us, suspiciously.
“What’s going on with you two?” His eyes narrowed, his fingers raking over his jaw.
“Nothing,” I muttered hastily.
“Yeah, what the fuck are you talking about?” Shane mumbled. Damn, too quickly. We’d answered way too quickly, like we were hiding something. And we were, even if I hated it not being out in the light. But before it was, and before we told anyone, we had to know she was okay with that. Shane and I, we could take the heat. We could take the public eye turning its nose at us for sharing a girl. But Vi? No. She hadn’t grown up in the spotlight reading about her own life in tabloid magazines. She had more at stake here, even if we were the ones with crowns.
Rian glared at us. “You disappeared the other night, and now you’re both turning down dates?”
I glared right back at him. “We found some people we knew the other night. Hell, you were off fucking around with —”
“You’ll watch how you finish that sentence,” he snapped.
I smiled. “Fair enough. But you know what I mean. You were gone. You disappeared at that ball of yours, and we found other ways to amuse ourselves.”
“And Princess Jin?”
Shane snorted. “Sorry, is us turning down the dates you passed on a crime in Bandiff now?”
Rian sighed, sinking into the chair behind his desk. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Just tired.”
“Up late?”
He looked up sharply at Shane, his eyes narrowing. “She’s going to be my Queen, asshole.”
Shane laughed, stepping around to Rian’s side of the desk and clapping him on the back.
“Hey, we’re happy for you, man. We’re just giving you a hard time. Honestly, I’m fucking proud of you man. If she’s as incredible as it sounds like she is, even coming from living in a basement under that stepmother of hers, we can’t wait to meet her.”
“Thanks.” Rian nodded at both of us.
“Alright,” I sighed, standing. “We gotta run.”
The fantasy of Emilia’s promise of a bath had played out for far too long in my head, and my cock was aching for it. It’d been good to come talk to our best friend face to face like this about his plans to marry the girl he’d just met. And we were happy to be there for him. But now? Well, now it was time to go claim what was ours.
Now it was time to go run my mouth all over her again. Maybe in the shower, hot water cascading down all three of us as we took her together. Or maybe a bath, her soft, slick skin rubbing over mine as I drove inside of her.
I shook my head. Fuck, I needed her. Now. I glanced at Shane.
“You know, we’ve got that thing we have to go do.”
“Oh, right, that,” he growled, the fire sparking behind his eyes. And I knew he was thinking the same thing as me — that he couldn’t wait to get his cock into Vi again.
Rian glanced at us, raising a sharp, skeptical brow.
“Later on, man. Call us if you need us.”
Shane and I turned and made for the door to Rian’s office, when his voice stopped us.
“The fuck is that?”
I turned. “Huh?”
“That.” Rian’s brow furrowed as he stood, pointing to something in my hair. My hand went up, and when I brushed it through my temple and saw the white baking flour tumble from my hair, I had to hold back the laugh.
“Nothing, man.” I shrugged. “No idea.”
Rian walked over to me, touching a finger to my head before I could jerk it away.
“Dude, what are you —”
“Is that fucking flour?”
Shane and I froze, glancing at each other.
“It’s baking flour.” Rian’s eyes narrowed on the side of Shane’s head. “Dude, you’ve got some in your hair too. Were you two fucking around in the kitchens or something? Suddenly into baking?”
More like suddenly into BAKERS.
I glanced at Shane, and I could tell we were both trying to figure out if now was a good time to tell him about the girl we’d met when Rian suddenly spoke again.
“I never mentioned that Emilia lived in the basement.”
Shit.
The room went silent before I cleared my throat. “Can we, uh… Can we discuss this later?”
“We can discuss this right fucking now.”
Shane sighed. “Okay, okay. You’re right. There’s a girl, alright?”
“Yeah? Well who are they, and how does that make you know where Emilia liv —”
“I didn’t say girls plural,” Shane said quietly.
He frowned in confusion before suddenly, his brow shot up.
“Whoa, what?”
I sighed, clapping him on the shoulder.
“Rian, we’re proud of you, and we’re happy for you. And of course, we’ll be there tomorrow for you marrying this girl. But for right now?”
“For right now we gotta go find our own princess,” Shane said quietly.
Slowly, Rian grinned. “This sounds insane.”
“Oh, it is,” I snorted. “Trust me, it’s fucking crazy. We’ll fill you in tomorrow, I promise. Now go get ready for that wedding.”
We hugged our friend, congratulating him again before we turned and all but ran out the door.
There was a desperation in our run as we bolted back to our own guest quarters. Hearts racing, muscles clenching, cocks aching to feel her slick heat slide over them.
We were obsessed. Driven. Addicted to her, and it’d been way too long since our last hit. And now it was time to find her, tear her clothes off, and make her scream for more.
Chapter 13
Vi
“Holy shit, whaaaaaat?!”
Okay, so, I knew about Emilia and King Rian. But when your best friend told you over the phone that the King himself came to the house you lived in with her and stole her away from her evil stepmom and sisters, and that now she was getting married to him, tomorrow, well, you freaked out a little.
Or, a lot.
I squealed, my grin stretching across my whole face as my pulse skipped a beat.
“Tomorrow? You’re seriously fucking marrying King Rian tomorrow?!”
Emilia giggled in pure joy through the phone, and I could just imagine that huge grin on her face. God I was so happy for her too.
“This is so crazy!”
“I know! I just…” she trailed off, like she was looking for the right words. But, trust me, I knew what she meant.
“You just know,” I filled in the blanks.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “I know I don’t really know him, and I know this seems so sudden. But it just makes sense, Vi. It just clicks.”
Tell me about it.
I wanted to tell her. I wanted to just let loose and tell her all about the whirlwind romance I’d been having with the two Princes of Nessa. But, I held back. Partly because I wasn’t about to hog her spotlight, what with the wedding news and everything. But also, because I guess I was still nervous about what she’d think of that. I was nervous about what anyone would think about me and two men. And not just two anybodies. Two extremely well known, in the public eye men. Men who were going to be Kings of an entire kingdom someday soon.
I mean, it was a little different than the fairytale about the royal guy sweeping his un-royal love off her feet and carrying her into the sunset. Different in that I’d have four hands sweeping me up in this particularly dirty happy ever after.
“Trust me, I get it,” I said quietly. “Em, I’m so fucking excited for you!” I laughed. “Oh my God, Marta and the bitches must have lost their shit earlier when he came to the house and left with you.”
She paus
ed. “Well, you tell me. How were things after I left?”
Shit.
This was the part where I remembered that I hadn’t been home since the night of the ball. Because I’d snuck out with Shane and Adam and hadn’t actually been back since.
“Yeah, I’m uh… I’m not sure.”
Crap. So much for keeping this a secret for now.
Emilia kept going, though. “No, I just mean were they extra awful to you or anything?”
“Oh, yeah, I…” I cleared my throat, searching for an excuse. “I called out of work yesterday. Mrs. Smith took over meal prep.”
Great. Blame the part-time groundskeeper. Great excuse, self.
“Weird, you don’t sound sick.”
I coughed violently, pretending to blow my nose. Judging from the silence on the other end of the line, it was as shitty a performance as I was worried it would be.
“That sounds super fake.”
Crap.
I swallowed thickly. Fuck, I hated lying to my best friend, but I just wasn’t ready yet. I wasn’t ready to get into it with her, when I didn’t even know how Adam and Shane and I could even be what we wanted to be.
Emilia sighed. “You totally ditched for the guys from the other night didn’t you?” She sighed again. “Why is this still such a secret with you, Vi? Like, I already know it’s two guys, and obviously I’m not judging or anything. It sounds hot.” She paused. “C’mon, why are you playing this one so close?”
“Because…” I said quietly.
“Because you made out with two guys at the same time the other night?”
I laughed quietly. “I mean, yeah. Maybe.”
That and they’re both heirs to a throne. That and because if this got out, it would be the talk of the tabloids for pretty much ever.
“It’s still going on, isn’t it? I mean it wasn’t just some random making out was it?”
“Emilia —”
“Tell me, Vi,” she said gently.
“It’s scandalous,” I whispered.
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