by S. J. Smith
As soon as we got into a hallway where we were alone, I pulled her in for a kiss, not bothering to waste another second. I started off slow, tender and kind of romantic, but as soon as she started to respond, moving her body closer in to mine, I began to move faster and more passionately.
She felt great pressed against me – all petite and adorable – and I never wanted her to leave. But just as we were really getting into it, she jumped backwards as if she’d been shocked.
“I’m sorry, I…” she stammered, he hands waving about in a panic as she stepped backwards. “I can’t.”
“Why?” I snapped, feeling angry. I’d done all of this for her, I’d been so sure that it was going well, so what was the problem? Why was she rejecting me now, when we were so damn close?
“I just…”
And then I realized.
“It’s Guy, isn’t it?” I nodded before she even answered, of course it was. “It’s because of Guy.”
“How do you know about him?” she panted breathlessly, turning white with the realization that I knew what she’d done the night before.
“I saw you,” I answered simply, half shrugging one shoulder. It was bad enough that she’d slept with him, but did she have to like him too?
“Why him?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking. “Why not me?”
The guilty expression that filled her face, showed me that she didn’t totally want to reject me, which I struggled with a little.
But then, as if by magic, another genius idea filled my mind.
“Wait here,” I muttered. I stomped out into the garden, informing everyone that they needed to leave immediately. I was done with them now, they’d served their purpose.
Then, once I was alone in my garden, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed an unexpected number…
*****
Guy
“Hello?” I asked in a confused voice, speaking to a man that I hadn’t for a while – Hugh Bounty.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like Hugh. I did, a lot, but things had become difficult for us over the years.
We’d been friends for a very long time. We were particularly close in business school, but when we’d both gone into the same industry to raise our billions, and things had started to become strained.
It was difficult to maintain a friendship when such a strong competition was in the equation.
We hadn’t fallen out or anything, it was just… different now. Both of us were equally successful, but we couldn’t quite get our old friendship back. We ran in the same circles, and were civil to one another, but I wasn’t sure that we could ever be us again. It was a shame, but I couldn’t see what could be done about it.
“Guy?” he said. He sounded a little distressed. “I need you to come over.”
“Why?” I asked, bemused. He never invited me to his home anymore – this was too out of the blue not to be something strange.
“Just come,” he begged. I sat in silence for a few moments, waiting for him to speak again. I wasn’t about to be tricked into something stupid. I needed at least some information before I agreed.
There was silence, but then he conceded.
“It’s Marceline.”
Those words sent shock racking through my body. How the hell did he know Marceline, and what was he doing with her?
And why did he need me?
“What do you mean?” I asked, running my fingers through my hair, totally and utterly stressed.
“Just come,” he repeated. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I simply got into the car and drove to his townhouse as fast as I could.
*****
Marceline
In that hallway, Hugh had asked me to stay, even though everyone else was leaving, and for some reason I had agreed. But I had no idea what we were doing here. We were just sitting, awkwardly looking at one another. He wouldn’t say anything to me, and it was getting a little weird.
“Can I…?” I started, moving out of my seat, but he quickly shot me down.
“Just wait,” he said, interrupting me. I shifted backwards once more, feeling like moving would be a huge mistake.
Luckily, at that moment, there was a knock at the door, breaking the tension that was heavy in the air. As he walked out of the room, I blew out some air, wondering what was about to happen next.
I wasn’t scared by all of the oddness, I was just confused. What was Hugh planning?
But then he stalked back into the room with Guy in tow, and my heart started to dance all over my whole body, the fear finally creeping in. Whatever I’d expected, this wasn’t it. Sure, I’d acted a bit out of character – sleeping with one man one night, and kissing another the next – but I hadn’t expected any comeuppance from it. Just a bit of guilt maybe.
Now, I was being confronted with the pair of them, in what was quickly becoming the most awkward moment of my entire life.
“Erm…” I was panicking now, wondering what I could say to make it alright.
“Now, Marceline,” Hugh started in a serious tone, as if he were about to begin a business meeting. “You like me – I know you do – and you like Guy too.”
“Errr…” What did he expect me to say to that? Humiliation radiated through me and I began to feel extremely uncomfortable. This was edging further and further away from normal, and I had no idea how to bring it back.
“We both like you a lot too; I think that much is obvious,” he continued, completely stunning me into silence.
They did? It was?
“So, it’s time that you choose.”
“Choose?” I gasped, throwing my hand over my mouth in surprise. “What do you mean?”
Could he possibly mean what I thought he did? He wanted me to choose which one of them I liked best? These two men were hot, wealthy businessmen who could have anyone in the entire world. Why did they seem to be fighting over me? I was just a plain Jane nobody, worth nothing!
What the hell was going on?
“I mean we don’t want this to become a fight,” Hugh clarified, trying to help me understand. “Let us know which one you like and that can be the end of it. We’ve known each other for a long time. Yes, we’ve had our ups and downs, but we’re adult enough to not fall out over this.” He sent Guy a look, who nodded curtly as a reply.
Hugh was saying all of this as if it was simple, and maybe it should have been. I knew that I should just say Guy – I did like him and we’d already had sex – but there was something about Hugh that intrigued me too, and I wasn’t sure that I was ready to dismiss him yet, either.
“I… I don’t know,” I finally admitted in a stammer, looking up at them both, hoping that one of them had a solution. Because I sure as hell didn’t.
*****
Hugh
As soon as she said the words I don’t know, I knew I had to up my game. It meant that she was interested in me as much as Guy, and that was enough to excite me.
This may have started off as something of a competition in the beginning, but now it had become something more. Marceline wasn’t just any girl. I liked her a lot, and I was getting the feeling that Guy did too.
Okay, admittedly there was a part of me that did want to win over Guy, but I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t just use this woman and toss her aside. I wanted to date her, to wine her and dine her; I wanted her to be mine. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since I’d first laid eyes on her, and now I needed to act on that.
I stepped forward boldly, and kissed; wanting Guy to see that he didn’t totally have the upper hand over me. She stiffened up at first, but soon relaxed in my arms once more, melting into me the way she had in the hallway. As soon as she responded to me, I stepped back smugly. But Guy was not one to be pushed aside – I knew that about him He kissed her too, but ran his hands over her body at the same time, exploring her curves in a way that I hadn’t.
Marceline looked bewildered by all the attention, but also a little turned on. That flicker of excitement behind her eyes
was all that I needed to continue. I stepped behind her as Guy continued to kiss her, and traced my fingers up the inside of her thighs, getting dangerously close to the outline of her underwear. She squealed and jumped at first, but she didn’t pull away…
*****
Guy
I had no idea what Hugh’s game plan was, but I was intrigued enough not to back down. As I kissed Marceline, enjoying the spark of familiarity between us, I sensed Hugh doing something to her too. I could feel his presence behind her, and her body squirm. Then she screeched, proving my theory and I couldn’t help but shoot him a look.
At first, I was all ready to yell and be indignant on her behalf when I noticed that he was touching her, but I quickly sensed her relaxing into it and enjoying it, so I took the opportunity to trail kisses and licks down her neck, wanting her to remember what I could offer her too.
I didn’t know what sort of woman Marceline was, but I found myself wanting to find out how far she was willing to go with all of this. My throbbing erection pressing against her leg was telling her that much! I knew that this was a little crazy, and totally out of character for me, but I was oddly turned on by it.
I was actually interested to see how far I was willing to go too!
I liked Marceline a whole lot, and I didn’t want to lose her to Hugh, but I couldn’t help feeling aroused by how much he was turning her on too. It was a conflicting, confusing emotion – but it had to be better than jealousy, which is probably what I should have been experiencing, so I decided just to go with it.
“Do you want to go inside?” I heard Hugh mutter against Marceline’s hair. I found myself nodding before she even responded.
Once we got inside Hugh’s home, it was as if the decision had already been made, like we’d all made that choice. Things quickly became steamier.
Hugh tugged Marceline’s dress over her head revealing her black lacy underwear, and started to kiss her passionately, while I allowed my hands to explore her body. I found her nipples and watched how she arched her back in pleasure as I tugged on them. This unusual position actually gave me a much bigger insight into what she enjoyed, and I loved that – more than I thought I ever would.
Then, I couldn’t resist for another second. I moved my way down and started to tease the edge of her panties, feeling her desperate wet heat calling out for me.
But I wouldn’t give in. Not yet. I wanted to tease her to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore first.
*****
Marceline
There were so many sensations racing through my body that I couldn’t tell which man was doing what to me. Hugh was kissing me, as Guy slid his fingers inside me. Then Guy was running his lips over my breasts as Hugh flicked his tongue teasingly between my legs, and then Guy sucked my neck and tugged on my hair as Hugh yanked my panties down, exposing me completely. It was too much, too intense, and I couldn’t catch my breath with all of the attention being showered over me.
This was officially a moment of madness, something that I’d never done before, but somehow I couldn’t stop it. I found myself not wanting to, I found myself unexpectedly wanting to go the whole way with this. I didn’t want to think, I didn’t want to give myself the opportunity to talk myself out of it. I just wanted to act, to feel for the first time in my life.
All the hardship, the upset from my past relationship melted away as these two men wanted me fiercely. I finally felt sexy, worthy once more.
Plus, when would I get the opportunity to be with two gorgeous billionaires ever again? I wouldn’t and I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity. I knew I’d regret it forever otherwise.
Hugh’s lips were racing all over my naked body, and since he was the man nearest to me, I started to tug at his clothes, pulling them off. I wanted to see what he had for me under the most expensive suit that I’d ever seen. I didn’t mind being nude, but I didn’t want to be the only one exposed!
And very soon, his trousers fell down and I dipped into his boxers, wrapping my hand around his thick, hard length, experimenting with his shaft.
Seeing that I was lost in Hugh’s body, Guy started to try and pull my attention back to him, trying to keep up. This competition between them in which I was the prize was a massive turn-on, for all of us. He dropped to his knees, pushed Hugh to one side, just far enough so that I could still reach him, and he started to taste me with his tongue, sending wild sensations racing right through my body. I gripped tighter onto Hugh, playing with him more vigorously, which luckily he seemed to love. I could tell from his wild panting beside me.
Just as I was at the brink of falling apart, Guy pulled backwards smirking at me. “Not yet,” he whispered, standing up. “We still have so much to do.”
Swept up in the moment, I tugged him closer to me with my free hand and started to undress him too. I needed his help, because my attention kept wandering to the other hunky man by my side, but it wasn’t long before he was naked too. I was surrounded by some of the best looking flesh that I’d ever seen – it was like being in a dream!
I felt Hugh spin me around so my back was to him, and I then he pushed inside of me, surprising me. I was sure that it was all a part of the ‘winning’, of getting to me first, but I couldn’t help but gasp out in pleasure all the same. He felt amazing – even better than I’d expected – and I tossed my head back in pleasure as he gave me what my body was aching for.
Guy moved closer to me, kissing me gently as his friend thrust hard against me from behind. These contrasting actions felt oddly sensual, and I found my hands trailing over Guy’s body, exploring every inch of his muscles in a more detailed way than I had when we’d been together before.
As Guy’s fingers played with my clit, sending me to the edge of desire and back, I ran my hands up and down his shaft, making him moan deeply into my mouth.
Soon, I wanted more. I wanted everything from both of these men, so I bent forward as far as I could go, giving Hugh more access to me, and my hungry lips found Guy’s cock. I wanted to taste him too, to feel him inside of me also.
He grabbed hold of the nearest thing behind him to keep him upright, a small table. I flicked my tongue up and down his erection, sending him wild. I could feel him trembling under my touch, and that made me feel even sexier than before.
Hugh’s fingers had replaced Guy’s, and he continued to pound against me, meaning that my body was experiencing a sensory overload. As the orgasm racked through my body, crashing over it in intense waves, I gripped on to the man in front of me, feeling his lust fill up my mouth too, and in moments we were all done, all exhausted, all spent.
The moment afterwards could have quite easily been awkward, but I burst into laughter, causing the men to do the same. This eased the tension somewhat, and allowed us to feel comfortable around one another once more.
Instead of dressing in a stilted silence, we all chatted happily, as if we were the best of friends as well as lovers. This part was almost better than what had just happened. I realized that I was enjoying their company just as much as their bodies, and that truly surprised me.
“Another drink?” Hugh asked, and I nodded happily.
I probably should have gone home, to digest what had happened, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay, to find out more, which exactly what I did.
And after we’d gotten a little tipsier, we headed up to Hugh’s bedroom for a repeat performance in what was becoming the most unexpected night of my entire life!
*****
Hugh
The next morning, everything was different. In the cold, sober light of day, all that had seemed wild and sexy the night before was now a reminder that something taboo had happened. Something that I should never have let go as far as it did.
The competition got too wild, it went too far, and now I had no idea what I was going to do about it.
Marceline and Guy both lay fast asleep in my bed, showing me that I hadn’t gotten what I wanted – not at all. I had wanted her, not him.
I’d wanted to win, to be better, but instead I’d gotten caught up in the moment. I’d allowed my body to rule my mind. I hadn’t stopped to think for even a second.
Now, I regretted it.
I was panicking, terrified that someone would find out and that my reputation would be ruined because of it. Losing my reputation would change everything. It would affect every single aspect of my life – my status, my social standing, my business – all of it.
It was a stupid moment of craziness, and I wanted nothing more than to forget all about it. I wanted it never to have happened.
I tried having a shower to clear my head, but that just left me feeling worse, even more confused and scared, and as I spotted them both waking up, my tone and attitude turned cold.
“Get out,” I announced quickly and sharply, not even giving either of them the opportunity to say good morning. “Both of you, leave now.”
“But…” Marceline tried to argue, sounding upset, but I no longer cared. The longer I had to look at them, the more I’d be reminded of what had happened. Any thought of being with her properly was gone forever – all she would represent to me was a night of insanity, I would never be able to be anywhere near her now.
I needed to forget that she even existed. I needed her gone.
“Just go,” I said firmly, before spinning on my heel and stalking from the room.
I could hear them both tossing clothes on in a hurry, whispering furiously to one another. They were definitely talking about me, there was no escaping that, and that made me feel sad and left out. I wanted to be a part of the conspiracy, not conspired against, but I’d wrecked that by allowing things to get out of hand.
As I heard them race to the front door and slam it behind them, without even saying goodbye, the sense of relief that I was alone didn’t come. I expected to be glad to have some form of normality back, but I didn’t.
Instead, I sat on my bed with my head in my hands, trying desperately not to cry, all the while wondering just what in the world was wrong with me.
What had I done?!
*****
Guy