by Parker Grey
Below me, Lawson smiles, a glint in his eye.
“We will, peach,” he says softly. “But don’t worry, we’ll take our time.”
He pulls me in for a deep kiss, his mouth opening mine and his tongue invading my mouth, plundering me, his hands still on my nipples. I’m still there, Lawson’s mouth on mine, when Kade slides into me from behind.
He hilts himself in one long, slow thrust, and by the time it’s over I’m moaning into Lawson’s mouth with pleasure, gasping for air. Kade’s got both hands on my hips, pulling me back against him, going as deep as he possibly can. I feel powerless and helpless, overtaken with pleasure.
“You like getting fucked by a big cock, don’t you, you dirty girl?” Kade says softly.
He pulls out just a little but then sinks back in, a low growl coming from deep in his chest.
“Yes,” I manage to gasp out.
Lawson’s hand leaves my nipple, traveling south, and in a moment the head of his cock is against my clit, slippery with precum. He massages me with his cock and I shudder again, a slow wave rippling through me.
“Good, because I’ve got a big cock and I like fucking you,” Kade says, just a hint of a smile in his voice.
He keeps fucking me deep and slow. Lawson kisses me sometimes, his cock rubbing against my clit. I’m nearly dizzy with pleasure, spread out and vulnerable for these two men.
Soon, I’m on the edge again, my head against Lawson’s shoulder as I moan. Kade doesn’t speed up or fuck me harder, just keeps hitting every pleasure zone inside me with slow, deep strokes as I gasp and pant.
“Come for us, peach,” Lawson murmurs. “One more time.”
He rubs my clit a little harder, and at his command I let go, the wave breaking over me. I cry out into his shoulder, my whole body rocking and jerking.
The moment it’s over Kade stops, his breathing fast and hard, like he’s trying to collect himself. He slides his hands up and then down my spine, then pulls out.
At the same moment he takes me by one shoulder and lifts me up to kneeling and before I know it, Lawson’s cock is right there, at my center, the head already between my lips, Kade steadying me from behind.
I sink onto it, savoring the rush of pleasure even as my last orgasm is still rocking through my core. Lawson growls, grasping my hips in his hands and moving me back and forth.
He grins.
“I love it when you ride my cock,” he says, tracing one nipple with a fingertip. “Use me for pleasure any time, baby.”
I lean forward slightly, my hands on his chest, moving myself up and down on him slowly. I feel like all my nerves are sensitized and if I go too hard or too fast I might come again, and I don’t know how many more times I can come before my joints simply rattle apart.
Kade kisses the back of my neck, one hand coming around, snaking two fingers around a nipple and pinching.
I gasp, arching my back. I’m a little nervous about what happens next, but I’m too turned on and too relaxed from coming my brains out to overthink it.
Behind me, there’s the sound of a bottle snapping shut and Kade’s hand hooks over my shoulder, like he’s keeping me in place.
“Ready for both of us?” he whispers in my ear.
I swallow hard and try to relax, my whole body aching with anticipation. I can feel my pussy gripping Lawson’s cock tightly, already halfway to climax.
“I’m ready,” I whisper back.
Kade pushes me forward, my hands on Lawson’s shoulders. Now the tip of his cock is against my tightly puckered back entrance, slippery as he circles me slowly.
Then he’s inside me, just the tip. My eyes fly open and my hands tighten on Lawson’s shoulders as Kade pushes himself in, a millimeter at a time, stretching me and filling me completely.
“Relax,” Lawson whispers, and I let my hands go slack. Kade slides in another few millimeters, and this time, I push back. I take Lawson up to the hilt and I hear Kade’s breath hiss between his teeth as he opens me up.
I stop, catching my breath and swallowing hard. This is like nothing I’ve ever done or experienced before — it feels impossible, like there’s no more room inside my body, but I’ve never wanted anything more.
I want them. I need them to claim me together, make me theirs in this crazy, impossible way.
Kade slides in again and suddenly I feel a slight pop as the ring of muscle lets the head of his cock through. I don’t think I can move, I’m so stuffed full, and he groans into my ear.
“You like being stuffed full of two cocks?” he asks, his voice thick and raspy as he pushes into me.
I can only grunt as Kade slides deeper, faster now. My whole body shudders and shakes, an icy wave crashing over me.
“Good,” is the only word I can manage to moan out as Kade hilts himself in my ass. Even though he’s being gentle it feels rough — both big cocks fully inside me, bottoming out.
They start moving, and all I can do is hang on. Spasms wrack through my body as they find a rhythm together, my eyes rolling back into my head as they share pleasure spots and make me theirs again and again.
I can’t stop coming. I can barely control my own body. I think I’m moaning, maybe screaming with pleasure, but I know that I’m completely at the mercy of the two men inside me, under me, holding me up.
I have no idea how long we fuck for. It could be thirty seconds or thirty minutes, but then Lawson is growling I’m gonna come, I can’t last like this at me though gritted teeth and I’m begging him to come inside me. I’m begging them both to come inside and fill me up, and Kade grabs me roughly, pinning me against his body, and together they both drive deep into me.
I don’t know who comes first, but I come one last time as they do, feeling like I’m breaking into a thousand pieces as their cocks jerk in unison, spilling their seed together. Kade’s got one hand hooked around my shoulder, Lawson’s holding up my torso with one arm and holding my hand with the other, our fingers interlaced.
After we come together there’s a long, long pause. I lean into them, my men, closing my eyes, and I feel at home. I feel like, of all the places, this is exactly where I’m supposed to be and who I’m supposed to be with.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jenna
I stand up from my desk and stretch, trying to reach the ceiling with my fingertips. I’ve been sitting in this chair all morning, and even though it was expensive, I’m beginning to realize it’s a terrible chair.
I put get self new office chair on my mental to-do list. It’s not the first item on the list. It’s not even the fortieth item on the list.
“Now bend over,” a slow, deep voice says behind me.
“This is workplace harassment,” I tease. “I should go to Human Resources.”
“I’ve got a feeling you’d win that case, given that you are Human Resources,” Lawson says.
I’m also the executive assistant, director of marketing, the office manager… you get the idea.
“So if I fire you from your own firm, then what?” I ask, turning around and leaning against my desk.
“Then I imagine you’re also out of a job, given that you work for me,” he says. “But maybe I could talk you out of going to Human Resources with that complaint. Your back bothering you again?”
I nod, standing up straight and arching.
“You need a new chair. Turn around,” he orders me, and I do, bracing my hands against my desk.
Lawson takes me by the hips, his strong thumbs digging into the knot of muscle at the base of my spine.
“Unnh,” I say, the sound slipping out by accident.
He just chuckles quietly behind me.
“That good?” he asks.
His voice goes raspy, and I swallow hard as his fingers work my back.
“Harder,” I say. It comes out louder than I mean it to, and now Lawson growls.
We’re out in our new office’s main space, meaning anyone in the office building’s hallway could come in through our door
and catch Lawson bending me over my desk for a very hands-on backrub.
Not that it would matter. It’s their firm now, they can do anything they like and they’re not about to fire themselves for giving their girlfriend backrubs.
I can feel my back relaxing as Lawson digs into me, and he steps closer. Now I can feel the thick ridge of his cock between my buttocks, and instantly, my body pulses with desire.
“Is that better?” he asks, his voice bottoming out.
“Almost,” I say, pushing my hips back against him, back pain forgotten. “But you know what would really help?”
Lawson doesn’t answer, just shoves my skirt up roughly until it’s around my hips and bends me over the desk. He groans when he sees I’m not wearing panties — I stopped bothering.
“Jesus, peach,” he says. “How am I supposed to ever get work done when I know you’re out here like this?”
I’m about to tell him that’s not my problem when the other office door opens and Kade steps through, his suit jacket off and his shirt sleeves rolled up. He takes in what’s going on for a long moment, smirking.
“You didn’t know she stopped wearing panties?” he asks Lawson.
“I guess I’m behind on office gossip,” Lawson answers.
Kade saunters over slowly until he’s across my desk from me and he leans in, giving me a long kiss.
“My lunch meeting just canceled,” he says, his voice wicked. “And it looks like the two of you are free.”
We have a working lunch, right there on my desk. I come three times.
God, I love my job.
Epilogue
Jenna
One Year Later
“Is it a boy or a girl?” the saleswoman asks briskly, glancing at my huge belly.
I put one hand on it, protectively. It’s not because of her, it’s just a habit I’ve acquired.
“Girl,” Kade answers before I can. “Penelope.”
“I thought we weren’t telling people,” Lawson says, one eyebrow raised.
Kade smiles. He’s been doing that a lot more lately, and he’s got one hand protectively on my back.
“Sorry, I’m just excited,” he says.
The saleswoman at the Bananas in the City Baby Boutique smiles neutrally, but I can tell she’s not quite sure what to make of us. I’m sure she gets mostly couples in here, looking to put together a baby registry, but when it’s three people?
All wearing matching wedding bands?
And all acting very hands-on?
I can only imagine what she must think. Luckily, I don’t really care.
“Well, we have a wonderful selection of girls’ clothing,” she says. “And, of course, we’re happy to monogram anything that you buy free of charge, as long as you give us a couple of days’ notice. In fact, right now it’s very popular with new parents to monogram their babies’ bedsheets, it really gives the nursery that finished feel…”
Half an hour later, we’re finally rid of the saleswoman, though she did leave us with the scanner gun so we can add things to the registry. It’s my first time doing this — we got married in a very small ceremony in a park, with only our families present. We thought our arrangement was too non-traditional for a big celebration.
But a baby? Everyone wants to celebrate a baby.
Kade is examining a car seat-and-stroller combo like it’s the latest Supreme Court decision, crouching down in front of it and frowning.
“This says it has six different positions,” he says, sounding mystified. “How many ways can you put a baby in a stroller?”
“Upside-down, maybe?” Lawson suggests. “I’ve heard it’s good for… I don’t know, development?”
I sigh dramatically and pat my belly.
“I promise not to let them cart you around upside-down,” I tell my bump.
“Well, if the stroller offers it, why not?” Lawson teases.
“Seriously, this is more complicated than our office chairs,” Kade says. “And those practically require a Ph.D. to operate.”
“If we can even get the baby home from the hospital I’ll consider it a win,” Lawson says. “According to this suggested baby items sheet, we need an ‘on the go’ stroller and an ‘around the neighborhood’ stroller, not to mention a bassinet and a crib and something called a pack-n-play—"
I put one hand on Lawson’s arm, trying to soothe him.
“Lawson, it’ll be fine,” I assure him. “People have been having babies without any of that stuff for millions of years, don’t let it stress you out.”
He sighs.
“I know,” he says, stepping closer and putting an arm around my shoulders. “It’s just… I want to do it right, you know?”
I nestle into him.
“You will,” I say. “I’m sure of it.”
“You can’t possibly be more lost than me,” Kade offers, still standing with the stroller. “I don’t even know how many children this thing is supposed to hold. It might be two?”
Lawson chuckles.
“Any surprise twins in there?” he asks me, one hand on my belly.
Penelope kicks his hand, and he grins.
“There had better not be,” I tease. “I think one is all we can handle.”
“It might be worth getting it if we’re going to have another one pretty soon,” Kade says, glancing over at us.
Both of them glance over at me, then freeze at the look on my face.
“I spent eighteen weeks getting nauseous every time I turned around, and the moment that ended my ankles swelled up and now I can’t even roll myself over in bed,” I say. “Now is not the time to ask if we’re going to have a soccer team’s worth of children.”
Kade grins and stands, walking over to me.
“A soccer team would be ludicrous,” he says, kissing me gently on the head while he caresses my belly softly. “I was thinking more along the lines of basketball.”
I raise one eyebrow at Lawson, and he holds up five fingers.
“We’ll see how cute this one is before I make any more decisions,” I say, and Penelope kicks me again.
The idea of being pregnant four more times doesn’t really appeal to me. I’m only at thirty-two weeks, and I already feel like I barely remember a life where I could walk between parked cars.
But the thought of Lawson and Kade taking our kids to a museum and looking at dinosaur bones? Or the thought of them on the couch during movie night, our children using them as climbing equipment while they eat popcorn?
That could just about convince me.
“She’ll be cute,” Lawson assures me. “She’ll be beautiful, just like her mom.”
He wraps his arms around me from behind, planting a kiss on the top of my head.
“If she’s all we have, we’d still be lucky,” Kade says, leaning in for a kiss. “Just like we’re lucky to have you.”
Another couple shopping for strollers give us a weird look, but I don’t care. I’m here with both my husbands and our unborn baby, and everything is just about perfect.
Is it conventional? Not at all.
But am I blissfully happy?
Absolutely.
That night, after we finish making a baby registry and Kade puzzles over the mechanics of car seats, we go back to the condo we all share. Lawson makes us lamb chops for dinner while I sit on the couch, drinking tea while Kade rubs my swollen feet.
When we go to bed I’m nestled in the middle of them, just like always. They kiss me one by one, wrapping me in their strong arms before we all drift off to sleep.
“Love you,” Kade says.
“Love you, peach,” Lawson says.
I smile into the dark as Penelope kicks me again.
“I love you too,” I say.
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I’m hard on my students.
All semester, Melody has been sitting quietly in the back of my class - a straight-A student with a perfect 4.0 GPA. A nice, polite, well-behaved,
good girl.
The kind of girl I want to see on her knees in front of me, begging with her big, wide eyes. Even though touching her could get me fired and barred from teaching college ever again.
But when she asks me to be her thesis advisor, I say yes, and soon sweet, almost-innocent Melody is in my office, her ripe curves and pouty lips practically begging me to take her.
Dominate her. Claim her. Make this straight-A student my dirty girl.
It’s just an innocent crush…
I know it’s a total cliche to have a crush on your teacher, but I can’t help it - he’s ruggedly handsome, incredibly smart, totally in control…
…and even from the back row I can see the monster in his pants.
I know I shouldn’t be paying these dangerous games with him. If we get caught, the consequences would be total disaster — but every time he growls my name, I practically lose my mind.
Take me, professor. Make me yours.
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I’m obsessed with my secretary.
The way she walks. The way she looks at me. The way she says my name, especially when she says yes.
Yes, Mr. Declan.
I know better. I’m not just her boss, I’m the owner of the entire firm - and she’s just barely out of college and out at her first job.
Sweet. Inexperienced. Innocent.
I don’t just want Sloane. I want to own her, possess her, dominate her body and soul in every way I know how.
Come hell or high water, I won’t stop until she’s mine.
I’ve got a crush on my boss.
I shouldn’t. I know. I should find someone my own age to date, but I can’t stop thinking about my dominant, commanding boss.
Every time I walk into his office my knees turn to jelly. All I can think about is Mr. Declan bending me over his desk and taking me, making me his.
I could get fired for this, but there’s something in the way he looks at me, something in the way he speaks to me, and something about him that makes me want to beg him for more.
