by Trace, Piper
“One more finger Charley, but gently,” Ford warned.
Evie’s heart pounded at a dizzying rate as she waited for the extra pressure of Charley’s second finger. As soon as she felt it, she jumped again, and Ford shoved his cock hard into her mouth, catching her off-guard. She choked and he pulled back.
“You’re okay, love,” he soothed. “Just focus on my hard dick in your mouth and on the pleasure Charley’s giving you, and soon you’re going to have an orgasm different from any you’ve ever had. No orgasm is as good as one borne from pleasure and pain.”
She gasped at the intense feelings, thinking there was no way Charley was going to get that second, big finger into her. Everything about Charley was big. Fruitlessly she tried to concentrate on sucking Ford off during the ordeal—trying to make him come—but she couldn’t keep her mind on the task.
“Concentrate on my cock, love,” Ford said patiently. “Don’t forget you’re here for my enjoyment. You’re going to come only because I’m allowing it.”
Charley flicked her clit as he twisted his fingers gently against her bottom entrance, not letting up on his efforts to breach her. It didn’t hurt so much as it just felt impossible—so much pressure. She called upon her kung fu training, nearly laughing as she did it. Never would she have guessed she’d use it for this. She settled her straining body, relaxing, believing she could do it—when suddenly her barrier muscle yielded to Charley and his digits slid in deeply.
“Oh!” she cried, her words muffled around Ford’s dick in her mouth. “Mmm!” She squirmed under Ford and he held her face more firmly against him, not releasing her from what he wanted from her, no matter what she was feeling. She pressed her hips up, actually trying to draw Charley deeper into her ass.
The feeling was the most intensely erotic thing she’d ever experienced. Reaching her hands under Fords kneeling legs, she tangled her fingers into Charley’s shaggy hair, clutching Charley’s head between her thighs much like Ford was holding her face against his cock. She pressed Charley to her, ensuring she didn’t miss one perfect ministration of his tongue while he finger-fucked her ass.
And then finally, screaming in deliverance, she came, her desperate cries muffled by the hard-on still filling her mouth. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, convulsing through her, drawing joyous relief from the most primal parts inside her.
When her shuddering was done, Ford climbed off her without finishing himself, and stood next to the ottoman, grinning at her.
“Oh my god!” She struggled for any coherent word as Charley pulled his fingers out of her. “What did you do to me? That was incredible!” She swiped her hand across her forehead in disbelief. “That was the best. The best!”
Ford beamed. “Stimulation balanced with distraction. Add in a bit of pain and you might find a masterpiece of sexual satisfaction.”
“So you were distracting me with your dick in my mouth? Is that what you call that?” Evie grinned back at Ford as he helped her to a sitting position.
He licked his lips, heat glowing in his green eyes. “I was certainly enjoying it, but I can honestly say, I was doing it for you.” He pursed his lips, looking sinfully handsome. She shook her head at him and turned to Charley.
“Really,” Evie touched Charley’s arm. He was still kneeling next to the ottoman, looking at her shyly. “That was incredible.” His smile was genuine and proud.
“No more incredible than what you’re about to do to us,” Ford growled, fisting his hand in her hair again and reminding her of the obvious fact that she had two big, naked men in front of her whose hard cocks were now waiting on her attention.
She’d had an incredible orgasm and she was ready for more, and staring at Ford and Charley, she knew she was about to get all she could handle. But could she get Ford to allow Charley to touch him? She didn’t know, but she’d promised Charley, and she was going to try.
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~DEEPER~
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
EVIE LOOKED BACK and forth between the two men, both sinfully handsome…both naked. Things had gotten a little crazy after dinner. Were they ready for things to get a little crazier? Particularly, was Ford ready?
Ford prided himself in pushing Evie past her comfort zone. Maybe it was time for her to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Ford stood in front of Evie, and from her position seated on the ottoman, Evie’s face was in line with Ford’s erection. Charley knelt on the floor next to her. She caught Charley’s eye and looked meaningfully at Ford’s cock. So close to the man. Right in front of his face. She saw Charley’s chest expand as he breathed in deeply, eyes locked to Ford’s naked body.
She steeled herself. Time to help her new friend.
Reaching out, she grasped Ford’s hard shaft with one hand and pulled down on his balls with the other. He sighed. Stroking, she watched Charley’s eyes follow her hand along Ford’s dusky skin, his hardness so ready for release. She looked up at Ford and noted his eyes were on Charley kneeling in front of him. This was the moment.
“Ford, I know you like what I can do with my mouth, but you’d be surprised what Charley can do.” She kept her voice soft, soothing. “His tongue is so strong.” She felt Ford’s cock twitch in her hand and knew he was turned on by the idea. She was too.
She pressed further. “You should let him show you.”
Charley sat forward, his eyes pinned up at Ford’s. Ford didn’t agree, but he didn’t refuse either. Evie continued stroking him and nodded to Charley in encouragement. Slowly, the other man tilted forward until his full, soft lips were inches from the engorged head of Ford’s erection.
Evie felt Ford grow even harder under her palm and saw a bead of precum glisten on the end of his dick. She tugged Ford’s shaft gently forward, toward Charley’s waiting mouth, and found Ford didn’t need any more encouragement than that. Without breaking eye contact with his friend, Ford wrapped a hand lovingly around the back of Charley’s tousled head and allowed Evie to guide him into his best friend’s mouth.
Charley made a noise between a whimper and a sigh and covered the hand Evie still had wrapped around the base of Ford’s cock with his own, peeling her fingers away from the cock he craved, as if he needed his mouth on every inch of it. Charley held her hand in his, squeezing as he took Ford fully into his mouth. Evie felt him trembling, and he gripped her like he was drowning and she was his lifeline.
Ford reached for the arm of the couch, suddenly unsteady, as Charley flexed his jaw, sucking Ford hard. “Fuck, Charley.” Ford’s voice sounded confused, astonished.
Ford collapsed onto the couch and Charley moved with him, never releasing the dick he’d wanted for so long from his mouth. He finally pulled off Ford’s erection with a pop, immediately lifting the other man’s balls with his free hand and drawing them both into his mouth at the same time, burying his head in Ford’s lap. Ford closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath before Charley gave his best friend’s sac a break and returned to Ford’s hard-on, engulfing it again in his eager mouth.
Ford lifted his hands out of Charley’s hair and allowed them to hover in the air above the man’s bobbing head as if he was at a loss for what to do. “Charley. Goddamn,” he breathed, amazement ringing in his voice.
Charley paused long enough to chuckle, the sound reflecting pure joy. “You’ve never been sucked off by a man before, have you?”
Ford shook his head, his eyes wide. Charley looked at Evie. “Evie, I think we rendered Ford speechless.” The look on Charley’s face made Evie’s heart bound. She’d helped her new friend get what he wanted most.
“Don’t you stop.” Ford practically choked the words out, as shaken as Evie had ever seen him. Charley grasped Ford’s hardness in his large hand and squeezed, stroking the man’s dick like only another man would know how. Ford’s fiery eyes were locked to Charley and he whispered urgently, “Can I come in your mouth? Will you swallow it?”
“God, yes. I can’t wait to swallow you.” Charley’s v
oice was hoarse. “As much as you can give me.”
Ford closed his eyes and groaned, tangling his fingers into Charley’s hair again, pulling him back onto his cock, guiding him.
“Evie,” Ford grunted. “Take care of Charley. I’m not going to last.”
Charley, who was still holding Evie’s hand, pulled her fist between his legs. He took his mouth off Ford long enough to instruct her. “Just wrap your hand tightly around me and let me do the work. I won’t need much.”
She nodded, doing as he’d explained, happy to continue watching the two men. The sight of the naked men, both corded with muscles—one heart-stoppingly handsome and the other ruggedly sexy—wrapped against each other in a sexual embrace was shockingly arousing.
She watched Charley’s jaw flex as he sucked deeper and deeper on Ford’s erection, the scruff on Charley’s face a tactile contrast to Ford’s clean-shaven balls. Ford’s hips came off the couch to meet Charley’s mouth, a look of near anguish on Ford’s refined features as he kept his eyes screwed tightly shut, as if he was straining to memorize every stroke of his first blowjob from another man.
Her hand could barely wrap completely around Charley’s large cock, but Evie didn’t let go, knowing he was counting on her to help him finish with Ford. Charley had given her a kind of orgasm she didn’t think was possible, and she was going to do her best to make this just as good for him.
Charley thrust into her hand as he began making greedy, virile noises in his throat. The look on Ford’s face gave Evie no doubt he was close to coming.
Ford grunted, letting go of Charley’s head and digging his fingers into the man’s shoulders, pulling him nearly into his lap, as if he couldn’t get him close enough.
“Going to come.” Ford words were faltering. “In your mouth. Suck my cock, Charley. Swallow my cum.”
Ford threw his head back and shouted an incoherent word. Every muscle in his body stood out in relief as his orgasm stripped him of his graciousness and left him savage, a beast sating his basest desires in his masculine friend’s willing mouth.
Charley’s throat worked and Evie knew he was relishing Ford’s hot cum for the first time, drinking it like it was nectar from the gods. Charley thrust into Evie’s hand three more long, deliberate strokes. She could see the man’s hard muscles working in his buttocks—clenching, releasing, like a machine—as he rocked forward and back. She knew that must be what he looked like when he was fucking. He’d look like that if he was draped over Ford, fucking him. The thought made her lightheaded.
Charley paused his movements, snapping her back to the moment, and then his body seemed to turn fluid, and he was coming, shooting a white, hot mess onto the front of Ford’s couch. Ford grunted, his stomach muscles clenching like a steel cage. Evie saw Charley’s throat still working as he groaned into Ford’s lap, a primal sound of a conquest hard-won rising from his chest as he swallowed the last of Ford’s seed. Charley shuddered as his own cock spent, each wave of bliss seeming to grip him and release. Grip and release.
The way Charley cradled Ford’s thighs when it was over, lapping at every drop of spunk he could coax from the man might have looked like love, but to Evie it was even more epic. Like two titans after a battle of lightning and hurricane in which both had finally surrendered to the other and collapsed to the earth, wound forever in each other’s arms.
Evie unwrapped her hand from around Charley’s now-sloppy cock, pulling slowly away from the two men. The only sound in the big room was their labored breathing. It had been the most passionate thing she’d ever witnessed, and she realized she was shaking. She saw Ford’s eyes open and flutter down to Charley’s shaggy head in his lap. Saw his body stiffen ever so slightly, and alarm bells blared in Evie’s head.
He’s going to panic.
Evie kicked off her shoes and crawled onto the couch, squeezing Charley’s shoulder and wiggling in between him and Ford, her breasts pressing against Ford’s bare chest. She laced her arms around Ford’s neck, signaling with her eyes for Charley to pull himself up next to her. His eyes flicked to Ford, and he too seemed to have sensed the change, because Evie recognized the pain she saw flash across his face. The pain of questioning whether you are enough to be loved. She was too familiar with the feeling.
But Charley was enough. He was plenty. More than anyone would need. And even if she had to do it without Ford’s help, she’d somehow make Charley believe that. Charley tucked himself next to her, curling his beefy naked body onto the couch, snuggling against her as if she was all he had. He rubbed her bare back and kissed tenderly down her spine, and Evie wondered if he was putting on the show he knew he should—the show that said what he and Ford had just done was for Evie, because of Evie, because she’d asked for it. Not because it was what Ford or Charley wanted.
Evie hated that Charley had to pretend what had just happened wasn’t perfect and complete without her. Charley lowered his forehead against her bare back and pressed his face to her, and Evie felt his eyes wet. Her chest ached for him and a question flickered through her head—was she so moved because she felt such a connection to Charley, her new friend, or because she understood what he felt for Ford and how much that kind of hopelessness about being loved by him hurt?
She wasn’t going to think about that right now. Shoving all her thoughts aside, she concentrated instead on the new and amazing feeling of being sandwiched between two gorgeous, naked men, deciding she could definitely get used to this.
Ford relaxed under her feminine touch, and she moved her hand to his chest, caressing his muscles and just being there with the men. Breathing against Ford, under Charley. How had she gotten where she was? Between these two complete opposites—these complicated and devastatingly desirable men—hiding from a madman and living the life of an unabashed sexual plaything-for-hire in the mansion of a billionaire?
An eventful couple of days, to say the least.
Evie yawned, feeling completely spent and Ford stirred beneath her. “Let’s go, love. You’ve had quite a busy first day. Off you go to bed.”
Charley peeled himself off her, reaching for his tee shirt and jeans. No underwear, Evie noticed, smiling. That sounded like Charley—free spirit, free-balling.
“Thank you for dinner, Ford. It was nice spending time with both of you,” Evie said as she collected her clothes, tugging her dress back over her head.
“Mr. Hawthorne,” Ford corrected.
“Huh?” She looked at him, her head feeling fuzzy from exhaustion and wine.
“I’m your employer, Evangeline. You work for me. I expect you to address me as Mr. Hawthorne.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say. It felt wrong. Like she’d just had a completely different experience than he’d had. She looked at Charley, who met her eyes with fully-understood sympathy and then looked away, down at the floor.
Suddenly her throat felt tight. She couldn’t get out of the room fast enough. Mumbling her goodbye again, this time to Mr. Hawthorne and Charley, she hurried out, the rest of her things crumpled in her arms. She raced up the stairs to her bedroom and slammed through the door, closing it behind her and locking the click-lock before she collapsed against the frame.
Sliding to the floor she dropped her head into her hands and waited for the tears, but they never came. She took a deep, shaky breath and got to her feet, dragging herself into the bathroom to clean up for bed. She was so confused, she didn’t even know if she was supposed to cry. Did she care that Ford was keeping her at a distance? What he’d said made sense—she was his employee. This thing she’d gotten involved in was just so complex, she’d need time to get used to the emotions she had to learn to control.
Realizing she still had nothing to sleep in, she crawled under her covers naked. Ford had kept her damned underwear again! Did the man collect women’s panties? She thought of her new lacy thong, crumpled on the dining room table for the staff to find. A half-eaten platter of grapes and cheese, a nearly-empty bottle of four-hundred dollar wine,
and discarded women’s panties. Oh, and cum all over the front of the couch in the living room. And probably a wet spot on the ottoman.
Dinner had really gotten out of hand.
She giggled despite her malaise. Maybe the panties would somehow get washed and discretely returned to her room. She had really liked them.
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Evie?” It was Charley’s voice, concerned and pleading. “Evie, can I please come in?”
“The door’s locked.” She called. She didn’t need any more men tonight. She just wanted to drift off to sleep.
“Can you unlock it please?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m in bed!”
“Please, Evie?”
“I’m naked!”
“I promise I won’t come in until you’re back in bed under the covers. Please?”
She growled. “Fine. Just a second.”
Throwing off the blankets, she padded to the door. “Now you count to five before you come in, okay?” Just ‘cause he’d just seen her naked, didn’t mean she wasn’t entitled to her privacy.
“Okay.”
She unclicked the lock and had no sooner turned around than he opened the door and entered the room. She squealed, running and diving back into the bed, her naked breasts jostling. “Charley! I said count to five!”
“Sorry.” He grinned. “I’m not very good at following directions.” He closed the door behind him, blocking out the light from the hallway, and locked it again. “All safe! And nice ass, by the way. Your ass looks great when you’re all skittish and jumpy like that. It jiggles.”
“I don’t think it’s supposed to be a good thing to have a jiggly ass.”
“Yours jiggles in a nice way. Besides, I like a woman with some ass.”
Though there were no lights in her room, she could sense his smile cutting through the darkness as if it were a beacon. She smiled too, hiding it in her pillow. “Go away.” She tried to sound angry. “I was sleeping.”