by Madison Faye
With a final roar, I buried every single fat inch of my cock up her tight little ass, and just let go. She moaned wildly as I filled her with my cum, my hands tight on her hips as I sank all the way in and let my cock twitch deep inside her.
She went limp then, gasping for air as Luke moved back from her. Slowly, I eased my slick cock from her body, before I scooped her up in my arms.
“Couch,” Luke murmured, and I nodded. We moved back to the leather sofa, easing down into it and letting her drape across us both.
Slowly, she grinned, looking up at us with bright blue eyes and a smile across her lips.
“That was…incredible.”
I grinned. “I hope that answers any questions about whether or not we’ll be firing you?”
Luke chuckled, reaching down to stoke her cheek, and she bit her lip shyly. “I believe it does. So I’m still your secretary, huh?”
“Slightly more than that, I’d say,” Luke murmured, leaning down to kiss her. She slid her fingers into his hair, kissing him back before pulling away and eyeing me shyly. I leaned down then myself, taking her lips with mine and feeling her body melt into us.
“We’re going to need you to move your desk, though,” I murmured into her lips.
“Oh?”
Luke nodded, grinning at me. “Oh, I’d say so. We’re going to be working quite close with you, and so we’ll need you to move your desk in here.”
She grinned. “I’m not sure how much work I’ll be getting done if that happens.”
“Baby, I can promise you,” I winked at her. “We’ll keep you quite busy.”
13
Sasha
And after that, damn was it perfect.
After that time in their office - after the time they took me like that hard and fast on the big wooden desk - it was nonstop.
For three days after, we barely left their office, and I most certainly wasn’t getting much work done.
…I don’t think my bosses minded.
For three days after, I found myself sandwiched between the two hot, hung, dominant men almost every minute of every day. I’d be bent over, sprawled across Jordan’s desk with my tongue on his balls and my hands around his shaft, while Luke licked my clit from behind. I’d moan, slurping wetly on the heavy sack in my lips as Luke’s tongue drove deep in my pussy, licking out my honey while his finger slid deep in my ass.
I’d be sitting astride Luke, riding his big cock on the couch while Jordan stood next to us, feeding his thick dick across my lips.
And God did they fill me. I’d never been with a man as big as either of them - not by a long shot. And having them both at the same time was just barely shy of “more than I could handle”. It was perfect.
I was their submissive, and I did love that. But at the same time, they spoiled me too. They’d have me on my back with my legs up over the back of the couch, with Luke’s tongue on my pussy and Jordan pushing his into the tight little ring of my ass. I’d literally never come that hard in my life, and after they realized that, they gladly had me like that every day after.
Somehow, I’d scored the dream job, with two dream men. They were hard, and rough, and dominant, but yet sweet. They were tender with me when they needed to be - they made me feel so protected, so whole.
It was like any relationship I’d had before paled, seemed unsatisfying, or felt empty in hindsight.
Maybe it was because I’d been missing something? Maybe I’d been limiting myself to one man, when really, I needed two to satisfy me? It was a wicked thought, and one that made me blush at how dirty it sounded.
But it was also true.
“You know, we do have a company to run.”
We were sprawled out on the couch in their office, still panting from the wild bout of fucking we’d just finished. I could still feel their hands on me, could still feel the delicious ache of Luke’s thick cock in my ass, or the way Jordan had emptied what felt like a gallon of cum deep in my pussy.
“Good thing we can run it from our office?”
Jordan snorted and shook his head at Luke. “We can run it from here, but it’s a little hard to do with this sexy little minx bouncing up and down on my cock.”
“Guilty,” I said quietly with a grin, arching a brow at him as he laughed and leaned down to kiss me fiercely.
“No complaints, baby,” he growled. Luke’s hand on my jaw pulled me towards him, and I found myself moaning into his kiss then as well.
Yeah, a girl could get real used to this.
“So, look, you’re not going to sue us or anything, are you?”
“Jesus, Jordan.” Luke swore and reached across me to punch his friend in the arm.
I grinned quizzically. “Uh, wasn’t planning on it?” I turned back and forth to look at them both questioningly.
Luke shook his head. “It’s nothing, Sasha. We just…”
He trailed off and scowled as he turned to look out the giant windows of their office at the city.
“We’ve been burned before when we thought things were good.” He turned back to me, his eyes blazing. “Good like this.”
I melted as those smoldering eyes burned into me, and before I knew it, I was leaning in to pull his mouth to mine, kissing him fiercely. “That isn’t going to happen,” I whispered.
I could feel Jordan’s mouth on my neck, moving to my ears as his hands slid over my body, making me shiver in anticipation.
“You know,” he growled into my ear, before chuckling as he pulled back.
I turned to see him grinning at me.
“What if you just moved in with us?”
I could feel my heart skip a beat, and I bit my lip as I felt the tremble of something big and something powerful welling up inside of me.
“Really?”
Luke nodded. “Definitely. Hell, you’ve barely been home for days.”
I grinned - it was true. We’d basically spent the last week naked in either their office, or the insanely luxurious penthouse they lived in on the top floor of the building. They’d actually sent out for clothes for me, for when I at least had to make an appearance at work, or when we’d gone out for food.
But this was crazy, right? Move in with them? I mean, they were my bosses, and I got that it was slightly more complicated than that now, but what did that make me? I was loving being the center of their attention as they both worshiped me and dominated me, and made me theirs. But moving in, and technically being their employee seemed…dirty, somehow. And not necessarily in the “good” sort of dirty we’d been the last few days.
But at the same time, moving in with these two incredible, sexy, powerful men - who looked at me like I was their goddess and who I felt so loved and cared for and safe with - seemed like the best idea in the world.
Both men leaned in as I sat there mulling over what all this meant, and I moaned as I felt their lips moving over my neck on either side of me. Hands slid up my thighs, opening my legs, feeling my heat, and making me gasp.
And that’s when the sound of a gun went off.
The world cracked with the noise of it - the sound foreign and surreal coming from outside their office. Luke and Jordan were on their feet in seconds.
“Oh my God, was that a GUN!” I could feel my pulse racing in my chest, the sound thumping in my ears like a drum.
My two men shot a look at each other before they started yanking on pants.
Suddenly, the intercom on Jordan’s desk squawked.
“Sirs!” A loud crash and the sound of more gunfire almost drowned out Tilly’s voice over the intercom.
“There are men with guns here! They-!”
More staccato sounds of gunfire blasted across the intercom line, sounding muffled but closer through the thick door to their office.
Tilly shrieked, and suddenly, there was the sound of a man’s voice roaring at her over the intercom.
“Where the fuck is Sasha Reed?!”
Oh, God.
I knew that voice.
I wish I didn’
t, and I wished then that I never had known it, but the reality of it washed over me like a cold chill.
Mark.
Mark, the “wannabe” gangster ex-boyfriend.
Mark who’d been so eager to hear about my new job with Steel and Stone Holdings the other day when he’d called.
Mark, who was apparently crazy enough to be here now, with a gun.
I could feel the room start to spin as I stood from the couch.
Luke’s face was grim as he turned and grabbed my arm. “We’re going to get you the hell out of here.”
“Elevator,” Jordan growled, nodding towards their private lift that went from their office up to the penthouse.
“We’re going to get you safe, and then we’re going to deal with this.”
“No, wait,” I shook my head, the whole world still spinning around me as we marched across the office. “He’s crazier than you think he is, and I think he’s here for me.”
Jordan whirled. “Who’s here for you?”
“My ex,” I said quietly. “I think he’s here for me, and I think he’s here to rob you.”
14
Luke
And right then is when the door crashed in.
Jordan and I reacted on impulse, shoving Sasha behind us and raising fists toward the chaos and smoke and splintered wood of the office door. Years of fighting - years of being on guard when we came up on the streets came rushing back, and we stood there shoulder-to-shoulder, with the girl we - well, the girl we cared more about than anything else in this world - protected behind us.
“Afternoon, gentlemen.”
The man standing at the front of the group of four other guys looked like a punk. Not a cool punk, and not like a punk-rocker or anything, just a punk. A piece of shit. A rat like the kind we knew from growing up. The weasely, greasy kind that would sell out his own mother for a buck.
His face was pallid, with dark, slick hair greased to one side, and a sick smile on his face.
Oh, right, and a shotgun in his hands, pointed right at us.
I felt my jaw tighten as I heard Jordan growl next to me.
“The fuck do you want?”
The man - Mark, apparently - grinned wickedly at us. “Well shit, I thought it was pretty obvious.”
The guys behind him cackled.
“There’s money on-premise,” I growled at him. “Take it, leave our employees the fuck alone, and get out.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, we’re actually going to do this my way, okay asshole?” Mark frowned at us. “What is it, casual fucking Friday?” He said, nodding at our bare chests, since we’d just managed to pull pants on before the shit had gone down.
Suddenly, his eyes moved past us, before narrowing on Sasha, wearing only a pair of panties and my dress shirt as she hid behind us.
“Oh, you little fucking whore!”
I could see red mist cloud my vision as I felt her clutch at my arm.
“Get over here, bitch!” Mark snapped, pointing right past us to Sasha.
“Not gonna fuckin happen,” Jordan snarled.
Mark laughed. “Jesus Christ, what are you, fucking both your bosses?”
“Look,” I growled. “Take the money, take your men, and get out. Easy-peasy, no mess.”
Mark shook his head. “Yeah, no. I’ll be taking that cash, but looks like I’m also going to be taking back what’s mine, too.”
“Oh fuck off, you asshole!” Sasha snapped from behind us. Jordan and I both grinned at the fire in her words.
Damn this girl had sass.
“I’m not your’s, Mark.”
“Yeah, well you will be.”
Jordan roared and stepped forward, before Mark suddenly leveled the gun right at his chest.
“That slut is mine now, gentlemen.”
My fingernails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood as I snarled and stepped forward, only to be met with four other gun barrels.
“No!”
Sasha was suddenly pushing past us, shaking her head, her eyes wild.
“Mark, no! Don’t hurt them.”
“Sasha!” I hissed. “Don’t-”
“If I go with you, will you let them be?” Her words were quiet, and I could see that little shitbag Mark slowly grin.
“Deal,” he said with a horrible wink. “Money, and my girl back, and these two chumps live.”
“Goddamnit-”
Jordan started to shove forward, before Mark suddenly brought the end of the shotgun to bear right against his chest.
“Jordan, please…” Sasha turned back, her face pleading and her eyes wide and wet. “Please don’t get yourself killed for me.”
“You’re NOT leaving with this man, Sasha,” I heard myself saying, my voice sounding distant as the world blurred around me.
This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. We’d just found this girl - this girl that made us whole, and who made us feel again, and there was no fucking way I was going to let this asshole take her away from us.
Because Goddamnit, we loved her.
We hadn’t said it yet, but I knew my buddy well enough to know he was thinking the same damn thing. Sasha made us whole, and filled this broken piece of our hearts that we’d never thought would get fixed.
And you don’t walk away from love.
I watched as if in slow motion. A tear rolled down her face as she slowly turned and stepped towards the men with the guns. Mark grabbed her arm, grinning evilly at her.
“Welcome back, bitch.”
And then suddenly, I turned, and met Jordan’s eyes as he did the same.
And we both knew.
No way was this happening. Come what may, there wasn’t a single Goddamn chance we were letting her go.
Years of instinct, and muscle memory, and snap reflexes kicked in as we both suddenly roared and lunged forward. Years of fighting, and surviving, and of reaction ability I’m betting they never saw coming in a million years from two white-collar guys like us.
I was aware of the shotgun going of with a thunderous roar, and the feeling of something hot against my side. But I ignored it, pushing the dull pain away as I knocked into Mark, toppling him backwards.
Jordan vaulted over both of us, roaring as he brought his fists to bear on two of the other guys. I lunged up, still ignoring the burning sensation in my side as I grabbed a third and bodily through him against the wall. I grabbed at the fourth while I saw Jordan trading hits with the other two from the corner of my eye. I took the guy in front of me to the floor and let my fists crash into his face.
And then suddenly, I froze.
Cold gun-metal against the back of your head will do that.
I let the limp thug in my hands drop to the ground with a thud as I turned to see Mark - a gun in one hand pointed at me, and the another in the other hand pointed right at Jordan.
Fuck.
“Alright, that’s enough,” he spat out. “No more bullshit! The money, the bitch, and then I’m getting the fuck out of-”
He stopped abruptly, his eyes suddenly going wide.
“Do not call me ‘bitch’, you fucking asshole.”
Sasha.
Sasha with the shotgun in her hands, pressing the end of it right against Mark’s back.
“Drop the guns, Mark.”
He rolled his eyes as he started to whirl on her. “Bitch, you wouldn’t-”
And that’s when Jordan and I made our move.
We hit him from behind at the same time, knocking him down, knocking the guns from his hands, and wrenching his arms back behind him.
“No, but we sure as fuck would,” I growled, snatching one of his guns from the floor, bringing the hammer back, and pushing it right against the back of his head.
“Try us, motherfucker,” Jordan snarled, snapping a fist into Mark’s ribs and making him whimper pathetically.
“Mr. Stone! Mr. Steel!” We looked up to see Tilly standing wide-eyed in the smoking, splintered remains of our office doorway.
“My goodness, are you all okay?!”
“Tilly, do me a favor and call nine-one-”
Suddenly I was falling over, the pain in my side blooming like hot heat as I groaned.
“Luke!” Jordan and Sasha screamed it together, rushing towards me.
“Tilly, the police and an ambulance, now!” Jordan bellowed before turning back to me. “Hey, hang on buddy, you’re going to be fine.”
Sasha was stroking my face, shaking her head. “Luke, please don’t-”
“Hey, I’m going to be fine,” I murmured, my vision starting to go dark.
“You have to be,” she whispered, biting her lip and leaning down to kiss me. “Because I love you.” Her eyes darted up to Jordan, and she suddenly pushed forward to kiss him as well. “And I love you too.”
And that’s when it all went dark.
15
Sasha
“Hey there, beautiful.”
I felt my whole face grin as Luke opened his eyes, lying on the couch of his office. Jordan pushed away the paramedics trying to patch up the cut on the side of his brow as he moved towards his friend.
“Hey buddy.”
Luke grinned. “You know I was talking to her when I said ‘beautiful’, right?”
Jordan laughed. “Asshole.” He turned to the medics and grinned. “Yeah, he’s gonna be fine.”
I was wrapped in a large blanket, sitting on the edge of the couch and looking at the chaotic aftermath of the event. Mark and his goons had been taken away already, and in addition to being booked by the cops, Jordan had already put in a call to their law team to press for full damages in civil court.
Something told me I wouldn’t be seeing my terrible ex boyfriend ever again.
They’d already taken statements from Jordan and I, and with Luke awake and alert, the rest of the chaos started to fade away.
“What happened?” He said, wincing and looking down at the bandage on his side.
“You took a bullet for me, that’s what happened, you stupid man,” I said with a grin, leaning in to hotly press my lips to his. He growled into my mouth, his hand coming up to slide into my hair.
