My 5 Bosses
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“You are the sexiest woman we’ve ever seen,” Anthony murmurs against my neck, and Vin’s lips part against mine, his tongue brushing my mouth, parting my lips until our tongues are entwined. Then I forget about the rest of the world. I forget about everything but their mouths, their hands, their bodies pressed against mine.
“We want you, Cassidy,” Vin breathes as our lips part for a moment.
Before I can recover or even catch my breath from that kiss, though, Vin is gone, pulling away, kissing the other side of my neck. Anthony cups my face in his hands, turning me toward him, and then his mouth is on mine instead, all heat and fire, his kisses harder than Vin’s, almost rough. I wrap my arms around them both, one around Anthony’s neck, the other around Vin’s, my hands splayed against their strong, muscular backs.
“Don’t stop,” I murmur, my eyes half closed, lost in the feeling.
“Never.” When Anthony breaks our kiss to grin at me, his hands sliding down my waist, wrapping around my hips, it’s all I can do not to gasp at the rush of sensations flooding me. I can feel my pulse beating in my fingers, my toes, all the way down to my clit, which feels swollen and on fire just from the boys’ kisses alone.
I can’t imagine what more would feel like.
“Cass…” Vin’s voice is low, almost a growl.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Anthony adds, his own voice tense with desire.
Vin’s hands join Anthony’s, both of them gripping my hips tightly, sliding one hand each over the front of my jeans. They’re so close my pussy practically pulses with need, burning for them.
“Are you wet for us yet, Cassidy?” Vin whispers, and fucking hell, am I ever.
But before I can gasp out a response, their hands slide over, past, down my legs… Anthony’s hands return, tracing up my inner thigh, but Vin shifts his grip, tracing up over my waist to my chest, both hands circling my breasts.
“It feels like you might be,” he adds, his fingers pinching my nipples gently. “If these are any indication.”
“What a dirty girl we have on our hands, Vin,” Anthony adds, smirking. He catches me in another deep, slow kiss, and I feel full, bursting with need. I am on fire between them, and they are stoking the flames hotter. With every touch, my nerves feel like they’re about to explode. All I can think about is their hands, their mouths, as Vin cups my breasts, massaging, and leans over to kiss me just seconds after Anthony’s lips leave mine.
“Yes, right there,” I groan. My nipples harden beneath my bra, and for a second, all I want is for Vin to rip off my shirt, my bra. I want them both naked, and me caught between them, feeling their warm skin on mine, their strong muscular bodies pressed against my soft curves.
“You like that, dirty girl?” Vin trails his tongue along my neck, his hands still relentlessly grasping my breasts.
I lose track of who is where. All I feel are their mouths, their lips. Something rough brushes against my back and I realize we’ve moved deeper into the park near our dorms. I’m pressed against a tree now, pinned as Anthony sinks to his knees in front of me, kissing my stomach through my shirt. Vin cups my chin in his hands and traces kisses along my jawline, even as Anthony starts to lift my shirt, his stubble brushing the sensitive skin of my stomach as he kisses me again, his mouth hot as a brand.
Fucking hell. I want them both. Right here, right now. I don’t even care that this is my first time; I just need this to never end.
I grab Vin and kiss him roughly, arching my hips up against Anthony’s face, gasping into Vin’s mouth as Anthony’s tongue swirls around my navel, his teeth grazing my skin ever so lightly.
“Fuck me,” I gasp faintly, too lost in their bodies to think straight.
The boys pull back ever so slightly, and panic floods my brain for a second—did I do something wrong? Did I get the wrong idea?
But when I open my eyes, they’re just having a silent glaring contest at one another. Vin breaks it first. “I thought you said you had some.”
“I forgot.” Anthony’s grimacing like it’s the worst mistake ever.
I frown, not liking to see either of them upset. “What’s wrong?”
“We left the condoms back in the dorm,” Anthony admits with a wince.
“I can’t believe you didn’t bring some.” Vin rolls his eyes. “You had one job.”
“It’s fine, there’s a corner store half a block away. I’ll just run and grab them.”
“Thanks,” I interject, still frowning a little. I was enjoying the moment—and as much as I didn’t want it to stop, now that it has, my brain has started to catch up again. All I can think about is my virginity. The guys will notice, surely, as soon as we start taking this any farther, that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. And I didn’t want to get involved with anyone this year—am I really willing to give up on that promise so fast?
Especially here, in the middle of the park, pushed up against a tree in a dark pathway that anyone could stumble down at any moment. Is this really how I want to experience my first time?
And yet, the boys feel so right. Being with them, both of them, feels natural… Safe.
Anthony jogs off toward the corner store, and I watch him go with a frown of regret. That is until Vin brushes my hair back from my forehead and kisses my neck, my jawline, the corner of my lips. He’s trying to distract me again, draw me back into the moment. It almost works. I turn to kiss him, but it’s different now. I’m too nervous—all I can think about is Anthony’s trip to the store, and what it means for the immediate future. I’m about to lose my V-card. In the woods. With two guys at once.
“Are you okay?” Vin asks softly, breaking away from the kiss to study me, his dark eyes thoughtful and serious.
“Yeah,” I answer, way too quickly. “Fine. I just mean, this is… different.”
He smiles, his hand cupping my cheek. “Being with two guys? Don’t worry, Cass. It’s the same as being with one. Better, though, I’d say.” He winks, and my cheeks flush.
“Not that I’d know, but sure,” I laugh. Then, realizing what I just said, I freeze, my eyes going wide.
Vin’s smile vanishes. He tilts his head, a confused furrow between his brows. “What did you just say?”
“I mean… Er…” My cheeks could start a forest fire right now. “Just that, I don’t know what it’s like with one guy, let alone two.”
“You’re a virgin?”
The way he asks it, it sounds like an accusation. I shut my eyes, wincing. “Yes. So?”
“You never mentioned that before.” When I open my eyes again, Vin has backed off, his expression completely different. Calm and controlled again, no longer full of lust or desire.
Shit. I fucked this up.
“Never mentioned what?” Anthony asks as he jogs back up the path toward us, just close enough to catch the tail end of our conversation.
Vin is in the process of picking up his bag and Anthony’s, slinging them both over his shoulder. “We’ve got to go, Anthony.”
Anthony glances back and forth between us, to the store bag in his hand. But when he meets Vin’s eyes, something passes between them, a kind of unspoken code. The boys know each other too well by now, and Anthony must know whatever Vin is trying to tell him. Because he pockets the bag and turns to leave as well.
“Thanks, Cass,” Anthony is saying, but Vin’s already walking away, fast, toward the dorms. I just lean back against the tree watching them go, fighting back tears of frustration and confusion.
Why the hell did I admit that to them? Of course they don’t want to sleep with a virgin. They want a girl who knows what she’s doing, who’s experienced enough to handle them. AKA, not me.
I shut my eyes and bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself not to cry until the boys are out of sight, and I’m finally alone in the woods.
Five
It’s been almost 12 hours since the guys left me in the woods. I haven’t been able to bring myself to go back to the dorm room we share—
I spent last night sleeping in my stupid car out on the edge of campus. I have one text from Anthony around midnight asking if I’m okay and to please let them know. I replied to say I’m fine, then I turned my phone off and curled up on my back seat under the beach towel I found in my trunk.
Luckily it’s not too cold out yet, but I obviously can’t keep sleeping in the car. I need to get my shit together.
Besides, what the hell is wrong with them, leaving me alone in the forest just because it was my first time? Judgmental much?
All throughout my morning classes, I swing wildly from anger to sadness to anger again. They have no right to judge me for not having slept with anybody yet. It’s not my fault they assumed I was more experienced than I am.
After bio, which Vin didn’t show up to, I finally decide that I need to head back to the dorm. I can’t hide from my own room. When I get there, though, the place is empty, and Anthony even cleaned up the usual mess on his side of the room. Maybe they’ve been avoiding coming back too because they don’t want to have the talk with their roommate about how they can’t hook up with a virgin. The ache in my chest starts up again as I think about what could have been, the way they kissed me, the way they touched me…
The whole time I shower, I think of their hands on my body. I touch my breasts, my hips, my stomach, pretending my hands are Vin’s or Anthony’s. But it’s not the same. Not without their heat, their passion. When I touch my pussy, fingers circling my aching clit, all I can think about is the sudden change in Vin’s expression. The moment when he went from hot and lustful to turned off, cold.
I leave the shower without reaching an orgasm, and it only makes me more hot and bothered than I was before.
I spend my afternoon classes distracted, texting Nita under the table. I leave out a few details, like the whole two-guys-at-once part, but just say I got shunned last night when a guy who was kissing me found out I’m a virgin.
What a douche, Nita replies immediately. Screw him! Or rather, don’t. Find someone who will appreciate your first time, not be afraid of it.
She’s right, I realize. I shouldn’t be sad at all. I should be glad I dodged a bullet, not sleeping with these guys. In fact, I should tell them just how shitty they’ve been.
Tonight, I decide. When I get back to the dorm room after my last class, I’m going to give them a piece of my mind.
I stand outside our dorm room door, fists clenched. You can do this, I tell myself. But if I’m honest, I’ve been procrastinating. Taking forever to eat dinner, spending some time in the library afterward to get a jump-start on homework. Anything to avoid coming here and confronting the guys. I don’t want them to team up against me again, talk me into feeling ashamed of myself. Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of and how dare they try to make me feel that way.
I square my shoulders. I’m right. I can do this.
I shoulder open the door.
Then I freeze in the entryway, gaping.
Because our room has been completely transformed.
Candles light every surface, from the desks to the edges of the boys’ beds. The floor is strewn with rose petals, which make the whole room smell amazing, and there’s soft music playing from a speaker set in the corner. For a moment, all I can do is stare and wonder how long this all took to put together.
Then my fists tighten.
Figures. I’m gone for one day and they decide to set up the place to seduce their next mark.
I’m only in the doorway for half a minute before I hear footsteps behind me. I step inside the room, turn to watch Anthony and Vin enter. They’re both in full on suits, which makes me take another step backward involuntarily to get as far from them as possible. Because the animal, instinctive part of my brain wants to grab them both and drag them inside right now. Damn them. Why do they have to look so fucking hot right now?
“Cassidy,” Vin starts, but I launch into my speech over him. The only way I’ll get this out is by blurting it now, before they have time to distract me again.
“I can’t believe you. Both of you,” I say. As I do, they step inside and close the door behind them, so at least the whole hallway won’t hear our shit. “It was a big deal for me to go along with your idea, you know.” My fists tremble at my sides, and it takes every ounce of effort I have to keep my spine straight, head held high.
“I wanted my first time to mean something, to be special, and I was afraid if it was with you guys—both of you—it would just be another hook-up. I mean, who the hell has a ménage à trois when they lose their virginity?” I can’t help the way my voice rises, as I get more and more angry at the situation. At what they made me feel.
“But you guys kept asking, and the more I got to know you, the more I thought that maybe you were right, maybe it could work, and it could mean something. But then the second you find out that I’m a virgin, you toss me aside like I’m nothing?” My eyes burn with unshed tears. I refuse to cry in front of them, not now. But damn, this hurts more than I expected. “You treated me like I was nothing except sex for you, and—”
That’s as far as I get. Because before I can finish, Vin strides across the room and cups my face in both hands, kissing me long and hard. I freeze, confused, even as my body kicks into gear, leaning into him against my will.
When he breaks away from the kiss, I’m breathless, lost. I don’t have any time to recover before Anthony is right beside Vin, running his hands through my hair gently as he kisses me too, his lips softer, gentler. The room spins around us, and I can’t focus, can’t seem to find my balance.
What the hell are they trying to do to me?
Anthony pulls away, and both guys are gazing at me, frowning, hands on mine, our fingers tangled together.
“We never meant to hurt you,” Vin murmurs.
“We’ve never been with a virgin before,” Anthony adds. “And it didn’t freak us out or make us judge you,” he points out when I open my mouth, anticipating what I was about to say. “We were just afraid that, well…”
“That deflowering you in the middle of a public park at night was a bad idea,” Vin finishes.
My cheeks flush red-hot. “But—”
“I’m sorry, we might have handled that badly,” Anthony admits with a sideways glance at Vin.
“I knew if we stayed there we would have risked losing control.” Vin brushes my cheek gently, his fingertips hot as flames on my skin. “We didn’t want that. We want your first time to be perfect. To mean something.”
“We needed time to think. To be sure we could do this right.” Anthony steps aside, so I can see the room again. I look at it in a new light, realizing they did this for me. The music, the candles, the roses all across the floor, some petals spread across my bed too, I realize now.
“Will you let us try?” Vin finishes, and the way they’re looking at me, both of them, eyes so deep and sincere, I can’t refuse them.
Especially not when the stir of lust is kicking up inside me again. I want to tear those suits off them. Let them pin me between them and pull off my clothes. Finish what they started in the park last night…
“Yes,” I say, my eyes jumping back and forth between them.
The moment the word leaves my mouth, Anthony’s lips are back on mine, and Vin’s hands are wrapping around my waist, pulling at my shirt.
“We’ve waited too long for this, Cass,” Vin breathes against my skin, even as Anthony’s tongue entwines with mine. He draws my shirt up and I lift my arms to let him slide it off. Anthony wraps his hands around my waist, traces the edges of my hips, while Vin kisses his way across the line of my bra, his tongue hot on my skin.
My body tingles with every touch, and I can tell from the tightness in my pussy that I’m already getting wet for them.
Anthony's grip on my waist tightens, and next thing I know he's lifting me onto the bed. Vin is right there to catch me as we reach the bed, and pulls me on top of him, into another long kiss as Anthony slides onto the bed with us.
Vin runs his hands across my stomach, toying with the waistline of my jeans. "I want to taste you, Cass," he whispers in my ear, even as his fingers slide lower, lower, under my jeans, brushing the edge of my thong.
Behind me, Anthony runs his hands over my ass, gripping me hard through my jeans. "Are you ready for this?" he asks, his breath hot against my cheek, lips brushing my ear. "For us?"
"Fuck yes," I exhale.
Vin undoes the button of my jeans, Anthony shoves them down my legs, and I gasp at the sudden shock of the cool air against my skin. My pussy feels wetter than ever, especially when Anthony grips my thong in his fingers and winds the fabric through his hands.
"Someone dressed naughty for us." I don't need to turn around to hear the grin on Anthony's face. And I can see it mirrored in the dirty smirk Vin aims my way now, as he starts to kiss his way down my neck, my chest, past my breasts, over my stomach, pausing now and then to suck and nibble at my skin. His mouth and teeth send sparks through my nerves every time he touches me, and Anthony keeps running his hands across my ass, squeezing tightly.
"You have a perfect ass, do you know that?" Anthony's lips brush the back of my neck, right at the nape, and every nerve in my body catches fire. "I want to claim that," he adds, which sends a shiver through me, one I can't control. He laughs softly, lips still against my neck. He nips me lightly, then kisses the same spot. "Don't worry. Not yet."
I glance over my shoulder at him, and those innocent baby blue eyes of his wink at me, devilish now.
"Later," he promises, and a thrill runs through me, not just at the terrifying yet oddly intriguing idea of Anthony fucking me in the ass, but also at what that word means. Later. He wants this to happen again.
Then I'm pulled back to the present as Vin kisses my mound through my thong, his lips rough and his tongue licking the fabric. "Wet already, Cass?" He glances up at me, eyebrow arched, and it is hot as hell to watch him between my legs, grinning. He turns to kiss my inner thigh, and his stubble grazes my sensitive skin, making me gasp and tense.