by Mia Mills
I alternate between the two of them, assuring them that I have no favorites. After a long while, we all try to catch a breath.
They both step back and I can't blame them; they must be tired, I know I am. But it doesn't matter, we all know we are far from the finish line.
This is too good to be true. I can only imagine all the women who are wishing to be in my position right now. I am not just the Top Analyst of the Year, but I am also the one woman who's about to be fucked by two world-class men.
Jonah
Zoey is eyeing the nearest chair and I worry that we are pushing beyond her limit.
However, Gavin with his most domineering voice tells her. "Oh no, Zoey. You do not get off that easy."
"What?" she asks, looking puzzled.
I wonder if she really is. Of course, at this point, we're going to have to take her with all we've got. It would be a crime just to tease her all this time.
"Well, we can't just let you go." I try to convince her and comfort her at the same time.
To my surprise, she stands on her own two feet, her hands on her hips and asks "Where do you want me then?"
I am in awe as I look at this bold woman.
I look over to the table and think about the mess we're about to make. How many dishes we'll break. But damn the plates, I can always buy new ones.
In one swift move, I clear the table. Nothing matters when you're about to make love to Zoey Foster.
I sweep her off her feet and I carry her to the table. Even the smoothness of her skin and the heat radiating from her body turns me on. As soon as I lay her down, I see all of her and my god, is she stunning.
I put a finger in her mouth and she obliges by sucking hard. I'm telling you—she is sexy as hell and it becomes harder to stop myself from simply jamming my dick inside her, but I restrain myself from doing just that.
I trace my fingers down to her chest, fondling her full-cup breasts tenderly and making her pinkish nipples erect. My hand goes down to her stomach, dipping low on her navel. She shivers, anticipating what I'm about to do to her.
Finally, I reach her clit, and I can feel her wet just like when I was about to finger her earlier. She looks down at my package which places a smirk across my face.
"You want this?" I ask her teasingly.
"Yes." She answers like if it were her dying request.
I slide the tip of mine against the outer lips of her pussy, and I put pressure on her clit. I feel the growing tension in her body. Without any further warning, I slide the whole inside of her and she wraps her legs tightly around my waist.
"Oh, fuck. Yes!" She screams.
Gavin is tired, watching from the side-lines. He approaches us without any caution and tilts Zoey's head on the edge of the table to give himself access.
He tugs on her hair then kisses her aggressively. Zoey reaches out her hand to stroke his dick and cups his balls. I'm impressed at how she can juggle two men at the same time.
In less than a minute she brings Gavin's shaft to her mouth and sucks. She manages to match the same slow pace at which I am fucking her pussy.
Shall I challenge her slightly?
I go faster, and again she matches my rhythm as she lets Gavin slide more of him in her mouth. She makes Gavin's penis as wet as her pussy. Even if I'm not on the other side of the table, I can imagine just how fuckable every part of her can be from the other night when she tasted me.
That thought and the way I'm taking her right now brings me over to the edge, but I refuse to finish before Gavin does. For all I know, this may be a test of our endurance.
I mean who wants a man who cums so easily? I'm sure any girl wouldn't like that and Zoey is not just any girl. She's the woman I want to make love to for the rest of my life. I have to impress her in every way that I can.
I slow down and do things in a different way. This is for my own sanity at least, yet maybe it could bring more pleasure to Zoey. I remain an adequate pace and after every third, I slam into her bringing electric shocks to her body.
She maintains to suck on Gavin's dick like a tasty treat. I can hear him hiss because of the pleasure Zoey is giving him.
Does he feel like cumming too? And is he thinking the same way I am—that he has to impress her as well?
Gavin interrupts my thoughts with his groans. I think he's about to finish.
"I need you to swallow all of me, Zoey."
I'm in luck, he finishes inside Zoey's mouth. He takes a step back, letting Zoey take in his semen. He seems a bit disappointed in himself.
I guess he's not so much of a hotshot right now.
But I am grateful, because of him, I am finally allowed to cum as well. I remove her legs from my waist and I hold them straight up.
She screams at the top of her voice, and I capture her attention as she makes eye contact. One hand on her leg and the other pinching one of her nipples.
"Oh god! I can't...can't hold it in much...much more." She says in between breaths.
I think she's about to cum and she affirms that. "I'm gonna cum. Fuck, I'm gonna...cum!"
I pick up the pace some more and I feel her tighten, quivering around me. She came, but I don't stop sliding in and out of her. It prolongs her orgasm.
I feel ecstatic having been the one inside her when she finally finishes. But it's not over yet. No, it's my turn.
I quickly pull out from inside of her and my warm semen explodes all over her body, some even reaching her beautiful face. I collapse on top of her, my head on her soft breasts.
How can I make a woman of her caliber mine? Because right now, I can no longer live a life without her and her perfect body.
Gavin
Watching Zoey orgasm to Jonah's dick makes me feel uneasy. I need to level out the playing field. I need to remind her that I'm above the four of us.
Jonah lifts himself of Zoey. I move toward the both of them.
"Not tired yet, aren't we? The night is not over, Zoey. “I challenge her.
I lift her off the table and I ask her to bend over. I slip a finger and I find her still wet, her juices dripping down her inner thighs. I move my finger around, touching the walls inside of her.
I bend as well and I lick her anus, making it wet. Having a finger still inside her pussy, I put a thumb in the hole of her ass. It's tight, just the way I like it.
I warm her up, by fingering her. Jonah then moves in front of her face and does the same but to her mouth. I can hear the popping sound she makes while sucking his.
I don't know if it's lust or jealousy but I withdraw from my fingers from both. I need to take her now.
I push my pelvis towards her behind, but only letting her have half. I want her body to beg for it.
As if she read my mind, I feel her move her whole body against me so she can take in my full length.
Let me tell you, Zoey Foster is an incredible woman. I wish it were a secret so I wouldn't have this much competition. But, it's hard to keep her all to myself.
Zoey is now the one teasing Jonah by licking the tip of his dick. Just when she opens her mouth to allow him to take him in, I slam my dick inside of her. Jonah and I groan while she moans.
Taking her that way and seeing her scrumptious bouncing ass is giving me so much pleasure. I jam my dick with more force, the further I push her, the closer Jonah gets to the back of her throat. Jonah has me to thank for, really.
I start to take my pace with a higher notch. The sound of our bodies slapping into each other is music to my ears. My long strides bring us all closer and intertwined together.
I slip my hand around Zoey so I can reach her front where her clit is. I gently rub her but it doesn't take long before my fingers get rough inside her pussy in unison with my penis going inside her anus.
I can hear her moaning loudly even with Jonah filling her mouth. She signals me with a tap on my thigh to go even faster. I oblige and in the next few minutes, I see her body spasm with the intensity of her cumming.
Her
legs are trembling so Jonah and I withdraw from her so she could rest, that is...for a bit. I imagine each of us would want a turn once more.
Jonah sits on one of the chairs completely laid back. He pulls Zoey to her so that she could sit on top of him. I help her up and I spread her legs wide.
As she sits, she also consumes Jonah's full length. She bounces on top of him with her hands holding her breasts together and her mouth open wide. I haven't gotten into the action but my dick throbs with the sight of her.
I go in front of them and I suck on my two fingers. I see Zoey watching me intently. I take a step forward to kiss her, occasionally biting her lower lip.
The fingers that I sucked, travel to her clit. I make small circles on it feeling it so hot and wet. I guess I didn't have to suck on my own fingers.
Seeing her tight pussy gets me harder. I look at them enjoying each other, and I know just what to do to make things better for Zoey. I slide my fingers inside her pussy and I see both her eyes and mouth widen.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" She screams.
The fact that Jonah and I are fucking her both at the same time, makes her all tighter. She holds on to her breasts harder.
Zoey leads the pace. Every time she goes up and down, Jonah slides inside of her faster and deeper. I, on the other hand, finger her with more intensity.
She then leans halfway and spits on her hands, making them wet. She reaches out for my dick and strokes my full length while cupping my balls.
She must be exhausted handling both men, and the longer she keeps up, the more she surprises me.
She continues to impress all of us, I'm sure. But shouldn't it be the other way around—aren't we supposed to be the ones impressing her?
Jonah brings his hands to Zoey's front to fondle her breasts. I imagine her nipples growing harder when he touches and tugs on them.
My one hand is still fingering her, but I can't help it; the other hand holds on to the locks of her hair and I kiss her exactly how I want to.
But I let go in just a few minutes so that I can bring her head down to my dick so I can shove it inside her mouth. She openly accepts it and sucks all of me.
Jonah groans harder and in seconds he finishes. Zoey and I won't stop until she reaches another orgasm. I see and admire the determination in her eyes.
I pick her up, releasing Jonah, and carrying her. She wraps her legs around me and I fuck her again at a faster pace.
"Oh, God! I'm going to...again! I'm going to cum!" She screams at the top of her lungs as her body convulses.
I keep jamming my dick inside her until the end of it, and as soon as it did. I bring her down to the floor and to her knees.
I want her to be in the line of sight of my dick as I unload everything on her. I stroke myself faster and faster.
Zoey looks at me seductively and opens her mouth. This brings me to the finish line. My semen covers parts of her mouth, face, and chest.
She licks her lips but doesn't swallow. Instead, she comes up to me and tilts my head. She transfers my cum from inside her mouth to mine and kisses me aggressively.
After which, I put my fingers inside her and I suck on them to taste her juices. I kiss her again and we do this for a while, revelling in the taste of each other.
This was nothing compared to my workout at the gym earlier. Nothing at all.
Zoey
There is a small stack of papers in front of me, it's been a hectic day, but on Wall Street that's nothing new. Lily has been going around the office and managing the interns, she's getting better at showing her confidence, I'll give her that.
The blinds in my office close off any sort of natural light, I like to focus on my work, and if I have the sun hovering behind me, I'll keep wondering what time it is.
In the end, however, it doesn't seem like I can focus at all.
Lily walks in, her short bob bouncing as her long legs make her way to me, my eyes immediately catch the bouquet of lush purple tulips in her arms. Her eyes are wide with excitement and are looking at me with a knowing grin. I reciprocate with an awkward smile.
My desk is now decorated with three bouquets of flowers. Jonah sent his first thing in the morning, a gorgeous arrangement of peonies ranging from pastel pink to deep reds. Gavin, on the other hand, sent his over less than an hour later. He somehow sends me my favorite hydrangea flowers, the bouquet is a mix of both warm and cold colors. It's calming to stare at the outline of the petals.
She tucks a few strands of her short blonde hair behind her ear and sits on one of the chairs in front of my desk.
"This one..." She raises the bouquet and places it on my desk, "...is from someone named Wyatt Stephens. Is it just me, or does that sound familiar?"
"Oh, please." I shake my head and roll my eyes at her in an attempt to look unfazed.
"It's the Wyatt Stephens. Well-known playboy of Wall Street, broke as many hearts as he broke more deals. You have all four key players of Wall Street trying to get in your pants." She props her chin up with her hand and swoons, "You have to tell me how you did it."
They already have, actually. But I'm not telling her that.
"I'm not so sure. Maybe they were captivated by my speech." I bring the flowers Wyatt sent close to my nose and take a whiff of the fragrance. Tulips are amazing. If hydrangeas didn't exist tulips would probably take the number one spot.
"Your speech?" She gives me a puzzled expression before remembering, "Oh! The award's night! Well, I can't blame them, I saw clips of it online and it was a memorable speech."
The speech I made was spread all over the internet, some called it daring and others just said I was an overconfident bitch. I'm not really hurt by it, who cares what a bunch of people online thinks? They weren't in the business world, they don't know what I've done to get to where I am.
Whatever judgment they impose on me won't make a dent in what I earn and what I do.
"So what are you planning to do?" Lily's eyes look at the flowers surrounding me.
I fix some files while I ask, "About what?"
She shrugs, "Just...about these men. Do you like any of them?"
Averting my eyes, I say, "I can't say I don't. They're all amazing. I would be out of my mind if I said I didn't fancy any of them."
"So do you like one of them more than the others?" She nods, perhaps trying to push me to go on.
My lips pout to one side, "I'm not so sure. They're all different, so I can't really weigh it very well."
For a market analyst, I sure do suck at analyzing four men.
"It must be so hard having to choose between four dashing bachelors. I mean, you could have them begging like dogs. Right at your feet. You'd have Wall Street at its knees!" She lets out an exaggerated gasp, "You'd be like a dominatrix!"
"Oh my God. Lily Callaway, please go back and tend to the interns." I take the bouquets and set them aside, laughing softly.
She purses her lips to hold her laughter back and nods, "Of course. Right away."
When Lily is finally out of the room, I cover my face with my hands and resist the urge to squeal. What is happening to me? It's like I've made a complete turnaround and transformed into fifteen-year-old Zoey. My mind makes it worse by replaying the amazing sex I've been having recently.
I can't help but think about what she said about choosing between them.
Maybe I don't have to?
What am I thinking? There's no way they'd agree to sharing me with each other. Stop being greedy, Zoey.
The alarm set on my phone pulls me out from my thoughts. It's lunch break. I take the phone and press a button to call Lily's desk.
"Yes? What can I do for you, Zoey?" Her voice at the other end of the line is professional as if we weren't talking casually just now. It makes me smile, how much she's grown.
"Go get your lunch. We'll pick things back up after the break. Don't worry about me, I'll get lunch on my own." I hang up, no need to hear her response, it's always been like this.
While taking
my things, my eyes land on the three bouquets on my desk. Jonah, Gavin, and Wyatt sent me these flowers all before lunch. I haven't heard a thing from Ryder. Maybe he's no longer interested? Did I read too much into his actions and words?
I haven't tried contacting him because I didn't want to seem desperate—and I'm not desperate. Never.
But the fact that he hasn't said anything is also gnawing at my mind. Maybe Wyatt's the playboy and Ryder's the fuckboy. He doesn't strike me as a fuckboy though.
I shake my head to jolt myself back into what I'm doing. Taking my phone and my purse, I make my way out of my office and to the elevator.
Everyone is busy with the workload, although I do spot some who are just chatting by the water cooler. I don't reprimand them, I used to do that. I know people need to take a breather every now and then.
Once in the elevator, I browse through my phone to check my e-mails. I hadn't had the chance to check them since I was reviewing papers a while back and reading up on the news. There are some e-mails from clients with concerns about the market, most of them are the typical scared ones who invested too much money and are now afraid of losing them. But there are a few who are just inquiring about more things to invest in.
If I had a dollar for every time a client doubted the decision they literally just made, I wouldn't even need to work another day in my entire life.
The elevator dings, I start to walk out without bothering to look up from my phone.
"Ahem."
I flinch and look up, people don't normally stand in my way when I exit the elevator. But then my mind registers who it is.
I inhale sharply, letting the oxygen fuel my system, "Ryder! I didn't expect you to be here."
"Sorry, I thought about texting you but I decided that it would be nice to surprise you." He smiles.
Because Ryder has a more serious and calm personality, whenever he smiles it's like I'm being blessed by the gods. It's like something I should take a picture of.