by Harper West
“That's interesting because I read one of your articles from two years ago,” she said as she drew a magazine from beneath the table. “And it was quite a read. Do you remember this one?”
I cocked my eyebrow in her direction. “You've done your research.”
“This one was supposed to outline how to please a woman, but the answers feel like they were given by a man instead of a woman.” She set the magazine in front of me. “Has anyone ever pointed that out?”
“One of our editors is a woman and she had raised her concerns prior to publication,” Jack explained.
“We thought it would be fine,” I continued.
“But it wasn't entirely fine. We had a few people write us to let us know how it sounded,” Jack went on.
“So, you see, Miss Brooklyn,” I said as I folded my hands. “We do pay attention.”
She nodded. “I'm glad to see you've improved.”
“We do our best to receive feedback openly and to follow through with it.”
“Would you allow me to read the article before you publish it?”
I nodded. “Of course, Brooklyn. We would be more than happy to have your opinion before it hits print.”
“That's good. Would you accept my corrections if any are suggested?”
“Absolutely,” Jack said confidently. “You have our full trust.”
“Like I said earlier on the phone, we would not take advantage of your wonderful brain,” I added.
She giggled. “Well, let's eat before we put our brains to use.”
The wait arrived with our food and I had to admit that my stomach growled even more. As I stared at the plate before me, I could tell that it was made with loving hands. Maybe this place wasn't as downscale as Jack and I had thought. I dug in and was silenced immediately by the taste, enjoying every single bite until my plate was near-empty.
When I was finished, I wiped my lips with the napkin provided and sat back in my seat, patiently waiting for Brooklyn to give us our cue.
She smiled and said, “Alright, boys. Let's get down to business.”
Chapter 6
Jack
And so, the deliberation began.
Brooklyn went over every single word of our rough contract, her eyes flitting across the page to absorb each detail. She was meticulous and didn't say anything until she was done.
“The contract says it will be null and void under the condition that the main party—that is you two—breach our agreement,” she stated.
“Yes, that would include any proof that we had malicious intent,” Cooper said.
I smiled warmly. “Which we don't. We have every intention of giving our readers the proper expertise while also bolstering your reputation.”
“And what do you two get out of the deal?” She leaned on her hand again. I think it was her way of bracing herself for what was to come. “What do you gain?”
"Our readers would remain loyal to us, and we would get the opportunity to enjoy the company of true intellect," I explained. "It's not every day we get to meet brilliant women."
“No, I don't suppose you do.”
“We've had our share of troubles with women,” Cooper admitted.
“And we certainly don't deny our reputation as being what it is,” I added.
“But we assure you that we would never put you in a position where you would have to reconcile your reputation over being around us.”
She laughed. “Well, the damage is already done. I've been seen with you.”
“That doesn't mean anything, princess,” I retorted.
I squeezed my lips together. I hadn't meant to let that nickname slip, but she didn't seem at all phased. In fact, she leaned closer over the table.
“I mean, that doesn't really matter too much to me. I can easily fix my shit. What about you?” she posed thoughtfully. “Could you come back from that?”
“We hardly care,” I said.
“And since we're here on business—what do you think?” Cooper asked.
She hummed thoughtfully and relaxed in her chair, letting her eyes wander elsewhere. She really did look more beautiful than she had in the past. I mean, I wasn't one to become obsessed with facial structure, but hers was perfect. I loved her high cheekbones. I loved how her bangs framed her face and how her black hair fell like individual rivers over her shoulders. Every time she moved, her blouse dipped slightly. It almost felt like she was playing a game—our game.
“I think this would work out just fine,” she replied. “When should we start?”
“Tomorrow,” Cooper suggested. “We can start tomorrow and work from there.”
“And what about tonight?”
“We could go out and celebrate,” I recommended.
“Does that mean drinks are you since you lost last night?” she teased.
“I thought we were on to new business?” I inquired playfully. “Unless, of course, you are willing to draw up an old bet and make it new.”
“What would that entail?”
I exchanged a glance with Cooper. I was already getting revved up and we hadn't even paid for the check. I wanted to ravish her right under the table, but this restaurant had impressed me. I didn't want to be kicked out. It was odd to control myself under the circumstances because I usually let my cock rule all decisions—even in business.
“I think we could determine another contract,” Cooper supposed.
“We could do something verbal.”
“Like?” she asked. “Another breaking game?”
“I thought you wanted to keep things professional?” I asked. “I mean, I'm not complaining. I just want to be sure, my dear. I wouldn't want you to sacrifice your morals.”
“I would hardly be doing that,” she responded confidently. “Just tell me what you think and meet me in the car outside.”
I watched her stand and walk away from the table, her hips swaying gently as she went to the front. She spoke briefly with the hostess and then went outside, the door swinging shut behind her. Most of the restaurant was now alive with guests, conversation, and the clinking of silverware. It all came barreling into my ears as I suddenly became away of it.
“Wow,” I muttered. “She can sure drive a bargain.”
“She's toying with us.”
“And how do you think that? I think she's just as wild as we are.”
“No, it seems like a ploy. She wants us to slip up. We have to make sure we don't make any mistakes here, Jack.”
I nodded. “Have sex in unusual places—got it.”
“It's more than that,” he said in a hushed voice while leaning close. “It's the contract. We didn't outline anything sexual and entirely avoided alluding to it. That means this could be messy lines.”
“The whole point was to get another game, wasn't it? We're just getting it early. Why not play?”
He hummed. “That's a good point. But we should make sure she doesn't try to set us up. You know how women in this town get. They come after our money. She might be playing that same game.”
“Well, let's pay the bill and get out there. It's wrong to keep a lady waiting even if she might be playing with us.”
He agreed and we went to the hostess, both of us procuring our wallets at the same time. The hostess smiled and held up a hand. “Your check has been paid for.”
“By whom?” Cooper inquired.
“The lady you were with. She told me to keep her card and run it before you left.”
I glanced at Cooper who looked absolutely puzzled.
I laughed. “Allow us to tip the waiter.”
“She did that, too,” the hostess replied.
“Allow us to do it again,” I insisted while holding out a fifty-dollar bill. “Your service has been excellent and the food was incredible. We'll be sure to come back.”
The hostess beamed. “Thank you! I'll let the kitchen know you said so.”
I flashed her my most dazzling grin and then followed Cooper outside, greeting the fresh nig
ht air with a feeling of hope.
“So,” I whispered as we drew toward the black car idling on the curb. “She paid for our tab. That sort of knocks the whole gold-digging element out of the park, eh?”
“It could have been a power move,” he considered. “Either way, we're going to find out.”
“I can't wait to find out.”
He opened the door, and I slid inside, scooting up close to Brooklyn. She didn't seem bothered by my close proximity and even gave us both a beautiful grin.
“Welcome back,” she said. “I didn't know you kept wine in here.”
Cooper shrugged. “Why not? It's easier to have a drink in the car on the way to a meeting than waiting for the meeting.”
She laughed. “That's one way to see it.”
“So, where to?” I asked. “We can go to any club you want.”
“I'm not dressed for a club.”
“We can fix that,” Cooper offered. “We know a good shop downtown that has just your size.”
“And why would you do that?”
“Because you paid for dinner,” I replied. “And because we want to treat you.”
“Dinner was my pleasure, boys.”
“Then, let us return the pleasure.” I laid my hand on her thigh nonchalantly and waited for her response. She twitched slightly but didn't say anything. “Equal ground, right?”
“I think that sounds fair,” she said through a grin.
Cooper leaned forward to inform the driver of our destination and then raised the private window, effectively blocking us into the cab.
It was quiet for a moment. I hadn't moved my hand from her lap and I could feel the tension rising between us. My pants were growing tighter by the second. As the shadows engulfed us in the car with streetlights intermittently flashing over our faces, I felt her move.
Her hand went to mine. “About this new bet...”
“What about it?” I whispered breathlessly.
“Maybe I should sit between you.”
I hummed. I could hardly breathe as she maneuvered over my lap, lingering for a split second over my hard cock before settling on the seat between Cooper and I. She sighed and took my hand to place back on her thigh. Her skirt was riding up and I could see her garters, making me lick my lips.
“So,” I whispered. “How about a new goal?”
“Tell me about it.”
"Whoever comes first..." Her fingers brushed my thigh, and I shuddered slightly, feeling the weight of her shoulder against me. “Before we get to the shop isn't allowed to come for the next two rounds.”
“Who said anything about more rounds?” she teased. Her breath hit my ear and then her lips, causing a titillating shiver to race down my spine. “That's rather presumptuous of you.”
“Oh, on the contrary, princess,” Cooper chimed in. “We think you can't resist us.”
“Do you?” she said with a giggle. “I guess we'll find out.”
“You're on,” I groaned.
I slid my hand up her thigh, drawing goosebumps along her skin as I marked a path to her panties. I rubbed the front of the fabric gently, inciting her to buck. Her hand dug beneath the waistband of my pants and grabbed my cock, forcing me to press my fingers harder against her pussy. She was already wet. I couldn't imagine what she would feel like if I did much more.
I slipped a finger beneath her panties and felt her gush. She coated my fingers with her fluid, making it easier to slide over her clit. I circled her clit gently as I buried my face into her neck. Beneath my pants, her hand was working me into a full erection, rubbing my shaft rhythmically to the same beat as my fingers.
This time, I could break the silence. I could make all manner of moans as I pleased without fear of repercussion. She was drawing the animal out of me, and I was more than happy to show it to her, to let her see what it means to be lusted after by a real man.
I stroked her pussy lips and made her squirm in her seat. Her grip around my cock had tightened, and she was pumping faster, causing me to fumble with my pants to get them open. She exposed my cock from my pants and made me shiver. I bucked into her hand while coating her neck with kisses, feeling Cooper moving on the other side of her.
When I sat up, I witnessed her stroking his cock as well. Her lips were locked with his, their mouths dancing together hungrily while she pleased us both. We had met plenty of women who were fair at multitasking, but she was something else—she was keeping up.
I dove back into her neck for another taste. I couldn't get enough of her skin. She was soft and warm, sweet, and wonderful. Her pussy lips twitched as I sank into her entrance, pushing deep to find her sweet spot. Her hips bucked forward and her lips struggled to release a moan that was muffled by Cooper.
I chuckled as I nipped her neck. “Think you'll survive?”
She surfaced with a gasp. “Without a doubt.”
"I highly doubt that princess," Cooper teased as he lightly touched her throat. "Especially not with what we're about to do."
As he applied pressure to her throat, her eyes rolled back. Her mouth slacked open and the tiniest of moans escaped. I slipped two fingers inside her and pressed my thumb to her clit, gently and rhythmically stroking her. Her brows furrowed together as her chest heaved. She was starting to succumb to us.
And I couldn't wait to see what she might do next.
Chapter 7
Brooklyn
I was determined to win. Every fiber of my being yearned to be touched, but every inch of me was filled with the desire for blood—their blood. I wanted them to bleed with embarrassment and I needed to seduce them into thinking this was all their idea. I had puzzled them by paying for the bill and now I needed to make them think I wanted all of this.
But I do want this…
My eyes snapped open at the thought, prompting me into the present. Cooper's hand was gently wrapped around my throat, intermittently applying pressure as Jack pleased my pussy. They were both pulling me out of my thoughts. And I was happy to be rid of those thoughts.
I didn't need to feel real desire, but it didn't hurt to play the part.
I kept stroking them both, their cocks twitching in my hands. Cooper took my chin and prompted me to kiss him. He hungrily devoured my mouth as his hand slipped down my blouse, tearing open the top button. I heard the button land somewhere with a clink in the car. He tore the next button and then the next, each one causing me to swell with lust.
When he had sufficiently exposed my lace bra, he took my breast and kneaded it lustfully. He yanked my bra down and exposed my nipples for him to touch. He traced each one and then left my lips, dropping down to take my right nipple into his mouth. It made me lose track of stroking and I got lost in the way his lips wrapped around my breast.
My breathing labored as my head fell back. Jack was diligently stroking me, working his fingers inside my pussy. My clit was swelling with desire for him to bring me to the edge and drop me over, my objective becoming murky as I started to feel the beginning of my orgasm.
I reined in my desire to buck and doubled my focus on their cocks. “You won't win...”
Jack chuckled. “You say that now. We have three more blocks to go.”
“I guess I should get to it.”
I broke free from Cooper and dropped to the ground, yanking his pants down with me. He gasped as I revealed his girthy cock and wrapped my lips around it, sucking him in immediately. I kept a steady hand on Jack who seemed to have lost his ability to move. He squirmed while I sucked Cooper off.
“That's... not fair...” Cooper argued. “We have to be touching you, too.”
I slurped as I surfaced. “So, touch me.”
Jack fumbled to the ground. He stayed within a good position for me to touch him while also being able to touch me. He slipped his fingers over my exposed pussy from the back and started stroking side to side, causing my thighs to shake violently. I groaned as I swallowed Cooper again. It was getting harder to keep my approaching orgasm under control.
But I wouldn't lose. I couldn't lose. I had to keep control.
I'm not about to miss out on pleasure because of one orgasm, I thought. And keeping one of them from coming would only double my pleasure in exposing them as jerks.
I gripped Cooper's shaft with my free hand, following my fingers with my lips. The motion caused him to dig his fingers into my hair. He grabbed a chunk and guided my lips, inspiring my head to bob rhythmically. His cock twitched in my mouth. I smiled when I tasted his pre-come and licked it up. As I locked eyes with him, I noticed his pupils were dilated—he was attempting to absorb every bit of my image.
A pang of affection rippled through my stomach.
That was strange. Hooking up with them was supposed to be carefree and fun. It was supposed to be free of all the tumultuous emotions that came with forming attachments. Although I hadn't had much experience in the dating department, I still knew what those feelings felt like. I still knew how to please.
And I certainly knew how to avoid getting lost in a man, let alone two men.
I dragged my tongue from the base of his shaft up to the tip of his cock. I lingered around the head for a moment before swallowing him again, feeling his energy double with desire. He gripped my hair harder and bowed his head forward. He was nearly touching his head to mine.
“It won't happen,” he growled. “Jack's fingers are too quick for you.”
I slurped as I released his cock. “I doubt that.”
Jack didn't say a word but doubled his efforts. His fingers quickened over my clit, causing me to swell and lurch forward. It was then I realized I hadn't been stroking his cock for the entire duration that I had been on the ground. I immediately dove back into work, attempting to at least stimulate him into getting close.
But I was losing—I could feel it.
My gut was twisting up into that familiar knot that only came when I was getting ready to burst. I stifled the urge to release it, to cut the cord. I didn't want them to gain leverage on me. I was already ahead of the game and I needed to make sure I didn't lose. It would only be a few more minutes. I was sure I could last…