He’s unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants.
When he draws my cock from my pants, he looks at me with an expression I can only describe as “shy.”
“I’ve never done this before,” He says, “So don’t be afraid to talk me through it.”
Before I can ask what he means, he leans down and wraps his lips around the head of my dick. His tongue flicks across the tip hesitantly at first, then slowly gaining confidence. “Fuck,” I groan softly, and he peeks up at me.
Seeing the look of rapture on my face emboldens him and his slides slowly down my shaft, enveloping more of my erection in the heat of his mouth. My hips twitch, and I ache to just grab his head and bury my cock deep in his throat, but I resist the primal urge and let him take his time.
Instead, I enjoy the deliciously slow torture as he swallows my cock inch my inch, until finally he reaches his limit. He wraps his hand around the base and strokes the extra length he can’t fit down his throat and begins to bob his head up and down.
Inexperienced though he is, it feels fucking incredible. He sucks harder and harder as he grows more sure of himself, and every pass of his lips and tongue draws electric pleasure shooting through my entire lower half.
I can’t help myself, I grip a handful of his hair, my hips bucking and thrusting up into his mouth. He takes the face-fucking in stride. In fact, rather than pulling back, he decides to test his gag reflex even further, gripping my hips with both hands and encouraging my thrusts, taking my cock down his throat all the way to the hilt, so close I feel the tip of his nose on my skin.
“Oh, fuck, holy shit,” I gasp, my dick throbbing in the heat and my whole body shaking as I suppress the urge to blow my load right fucking now.
It feels so fucking good, I feel like I’m already right on the edge. I’m trying to fight it, but when Elijah’s hand snakes in and he fondles my balls, the added sensation is too fucking much.
I shoot a white-hot load into Elijah’s mouth, and while he coughs for a moment, he still makes the effort to swallow it all and lick every drop off of my skin before sitting up and wiping his mouth.
“Not too bad?” he asks, but I can see the smug smile he’s hiding.
“Get the fuck over here,” I grab him and his lips crash into mine.
I can taste myself on his lips, and something about it sends an unexpected rush of blood south.
“Holy shit, are you already getting hard again?” he breathes.
I flash him a grin. “I’ve always been quick with a comeback,” I reply.
He snickers, but the laughter is choked off when I unzip his pants and pull his dick out, giving it a few quick strokes that draw a groan from him. “Shit, Leon!”
“I want you to fuck me, Eli,” I tell him, “I want to feel this,” I give his cock a rough stroke that makes him gasp, “Inside me. You gonna give me what I want?”
He leans up and claims my mouth in a kiss so rough that it re-opens my split lip. “Fuck yes I am.”
Everything is a rough scramble as the two of us rip off what’s left of each other’s clothing. Lube is applied and everything is a rushed blur of pleasure until finally, I feel the head of Elijah’s cock, slick with lube, poised to enter me.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Fuck yes,” I reply.
He begins the slow and torturous slide. It’s a strange feeling to get used to, and since I’ve only done it once or twice, it’s still sort of an alien sensation. Especially because Eli’s cock is so much bigger than that of any of the other guys I’ve fooled around with.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, “You feel fucking amazing.”
He slides in all the way to the hilt and my eyes roll back in my fucking head. He groans loudly and slowly, starts to move. “Fuck, Eli!”
Growing more confident, he picks up the pace and reaches down, stroking my cock while he pounds my ass.
The pleasure is unreal, and I lose myself in sensation.
I can’t believe it’s actually happening, either. All these years of pining after my best friend, waiting for him to find himself, and now he’s mine.
Or I guess, at least right now, I’m all his.
“Shit, Leon,” he gasps, “I’m so fucking close.”
“Don’t stop,” I order.
It seems impossible for me to be ready to blow again so fucking soon, but I’m right there with him. This feels too fucking good.
As he lets out a roar of pleasure and I feel a surge of heat filling me, I’m busy shooting my load all over his hand.
The two of us are still for a long moment, random muscles still firing and convulsing as we come down from the height of bliss. Then, slowly, Elijah slides out and lets go of me, and the two of us drag our limp carcasses into my shower to clean up.
For a long while, we’re quiet, soaping each other’s bodies tenderly, but finally, Elijah speaks. “Would it be completely fucked up for me to admit that I kind of wish Audrey was here?” he asks.
I feel a surge of relief. My mind had been wandering to the curvy brunette, too, even if I didn’t want to admit it. “I can’t get her out of my head, either,” I confess with a sigh.
“You think we could do like what Darren and the guys do?” Elijah muses.
“With Jessie, you mean? The polyarmory or whatever?”
Elijah snickers. “Polyamory. We’re not making multiple weapons holding places.”
“Whatever,” I wave my hand dismissively at him, “You knew what I meant. But yeah, I think we should at least try, if she’s open to it.”
Elijah’s smile fades. “I doubt it,” he sighs, “She’s acting like she doesn’t want anything to do with either one of us.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s true. I think it’s just a matter of time.”
And I mean it. If Elijah’s on board, I fully intend to make Audrey all ours.
Chapter Seven
Audrey
It feels so strange being in the office on a Saturday morning, especially when business is the last thing on my mind. And I know it’s probably an abuse of my powers to get Leon’s phone number off of the paperwork he’d filled out yesterday, but it’s either that or I wait until Monday at the office to talk to him, if then.
No, better to do it now and get it over with while I have the courage. With a deep breath, I dial the numbers on the page in front of me that, at least according to what he wrote yesterday, should get me to Leon’s personal cell.
I’m greeted with a gruff and sleepy “Hello?”
“Um, hi, Leon, it’s Audrey,” I stammer.
I hear a second voice and some shuffling, but when he speaks again, his voice is far clearer and perkier. “Audrey, hey, sorry, I’m just waking up. What can I do for you?”
“Are you busy this afternoon?” I ask.
“I don’t think so, why? Decided you’ve changed your mind on my offer?” I can practically hear the smug smirk in his voice and I’m not sure if it makes me want to slap him or kiss him.
“Can you just be at my place around noon?” I ask, avoiding the question.
“What’s the address?”
I rattle off the address, promising to text it to him, too. “And hey, um…can you give me Elijah’s number? I need to see if he can be here, too.”
There’s a pause, and I wonder for a moment if he hung up on me. “Hello?”
“You don’t need Elijah’s number, he’s right here with me, actually,” Leon says, “Both of us can be there.”
“Great, thanks,” I let out a little sigh of relief.
It’s not much of a reprieve, but not having to make that second call is one less awkward conversation I have to have today. And with the one I’m preparing for, any little bit of the weight off my shoulders helps me breathe easier.
“Are you ok?” he asks, surprising me, “I’m sorry for messing with you, but seriously, you sound kind of shaken, are you all right?”
I’m surprised and a little touched by his concern. “I will be,”
I answer, opting not to lie to him.
“Can I do anything to help?”
Once again, I’m taken aback, not expecting his response. “Um, I uh, I don’t really think so right now, but thank you.”
“All right, well, if you think of something, let me know, but I’ll see you this afternoon.”
I hate to admit it, but as I bid him goodbye and hang up, I’ve got a little case of butterflies. I wasn’t expecting him to be so…sweet.
But it doesn’t take long for reality to set back in, reminding me that I’m not inviting him over for a date. Immediately, I feel nauseous again.
A few hours later, I’m chewing my nails when I hear a knock on my front door. I fly to my feet, my heart pounding, and I peek through the peephole. Elijah and Leon are standing in front of my door.
It’s the first time I’ve seen them in jeans instead of suits and the sight momentarily makes me forget what I have to do. But it quickly sets back in and I scramble to get the door open.
“Elijah, Leon,” I breathe, “Come on in.”
They both seem a little startled, and I imagine the manic energy coming off of me is probably palpable. But they step inside, looking around a little as they enter. “Would you guys like anything to drink, or, um-“
Leon cuts me off with a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Audrey, what the hell is going on? You’re shaking like a leaf.”
My eyes sting for a moment and I shut them quickly, taking a deep breath to calm myself and will back the tears. “Please, sit down,” I tell them.
Leon hesitates, eyeing me for a long moment, but finally he and Elijah sit. I wring my hands in front of them. “Look, there’s no easy way to say this, especially given all of the…circumstances, but-“
My voice fails me and I have to stop and clear my throat. Get it over with, I think. “I’m pregnant, and one of you is the father,” I blurt in a rush.
Leon’s jaw drops and Elijah’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. After a long silence, Leon manages to speak. “But both of us used-“
“I know,” I interrupt, “But we were all drunk. Maybe it was expired, or it broke, or someone put one on wrong, who knows?”
Leon nods, “It’s possible,” he admits.
“I hate to have to bring this up, but um, have you guys-“ I blush and lose my words, not knowing how to ask this.
Fortunately, Leon seems to follow my train of thought. “Have we been tested recently?”
I nod. “I have,” he replies, “You’re good there.”
Elijah nods, absently, looking lost in thought even as he speaks. “Yeah, I’m clean,” he murmurs.
“Me too,” I add, “In case either of you were, uh, w-worried.”
“Ok, that’s good. So, um,” Leon searches my face, “What do you think you want to do?”
Leon keeps surprising me. Yeah, he’s had moments where he’s been kind of pushy, but he’s also really fucking caring and sweet. Maybe he’s just that kind of pushy, dominant type. And maybe I like it.
“I want to keep this baby,” I say.
Despite how shaky I feel, the words come out firm and strong. Leon nods. “Ok. So that’s what we’re doing,” A grin spreads across his face, “We’re really gonna be dads?”
The smile on his face melts my heart into a sappy little puddle, and I can’t help but smile, myself, even as tears prick the corners of my eyes. “That’s the cutest response I could have possible imagined to you being told you knocked up a stranger,” I say, my words punctuated by a laughing little sob.
Leon gets to his feet. “I don’t want you to be a stranger, Audrey,” he says, stepping closer.
My heart races when he reaches out and cups my cheek, but I chicken out and look at the dazed man still on my couch. “Elijah? You all right?”
Elijah blinks, startled, and looks at me. “Huh? Um, yeah, I’m fine.”
It feels like ice in the pit of my stomach. While Leon seems so delighted, Elijah looks terrified. I move over to the couch and sit beside him. “You, uh, don’t-“ I stumble over my words for a moment before figuring out what I want to say, “Don’t have to be involved, if you don’t want to. No matter whose baby this is, I can take care of this by myself.”
“Absolutely fucking not,” Elijah says vehemently, startling me.
“I’m not some fucking deadbeat,” He says firmly, taking my hands between his.
“Look, Audrey, I’ve been thinking about you and Leon constantly for the last two goddamn months, and I’ve been thinking that even if I don’t know how the hell to label myself, I know I want to pursue something further with both of you. And the fact that you might be having my baby, or Leon’s, doesn’t change that.”
“But?” I ask, confused.
Leon joins us on the couch, sitting on my other side, and when he slips an arm around my waist, it doesn’t feel pushy or forced, it feels natural and comforting, and I can’t help but lean into him just a little.
“But… I’m scared,” he admits.
Elijah proceeds to tell me about his own father, a beast of a man who’s still in prison for beating his son within an inch of his life, for the simple crime of daring to kiss another boy.
My heart breaks for him, but I’m confused. “Elijah, why does that scare you? Your father won’t come anywhere near this baby.”
But Leon clearly understands better than I do. “No. That’s not it,” he says, “Elijah, you know you’re nothing like that, right?”
Elijah looks away and I’m shocked. “You don’t really think that, do you? You’re afraid you’d be like your dad?” I ask.
I see a muscle in his jaw twitch. He doesn’t speak, but clearly we’ve hit the nail on the head and my heart shatters. “Elijah, listen, I barely know you, but even I can tell you’re not like that,” I say.
He looks at me in surprise and I go on. “Just the fact that you’re scared tells me that you desperately want to be a good dad. If this is your baby, I think they’ll be in pretty good hands.”
A small smile curls the corner of his lips and he sighs. “I just never want to make my kid feel like they aren’t good enough.”
Leon shakes his head. “You’re not capable. Audrey’s right. You’re going to be a good dad. You care too fucking much not to be.”
I slip one of my hands from Elijah’s and I take Leon’s arm from around my waist, then put their hands together. I don’t know the history between these two, but I can feel the love between them.
And I can feel how easily I’m falling for them both. These passionate men shared my body and made me feel things I never dreamed possible. I guess it only stands to reason that they could have the same effect on my heart.
Chapter Eight
Audrey
The three of us talk for a little while, but after a bit, I slip out of the room and come back with beers for the guys and a soda for myself. It leads to the conversation taking a more lighthearted shift, until eventually, Elijah and Leon end up on the topic of crazy drunken nights.
“Ok, but why did you actually go to the scuba lessons?” I ask in disbelief, laughing so hard tears are pouring down my cheeks.
Leon shrugs and laughs, “I was too embarrassed to tell them the truth.”
“You guys are something else,” I say, shaking my head, “I almost don’t know if I believe you.”
“No, I can vouch for it, it’s true,” Elijah laughs.
“The bullfighting, too?”
“Cross my heart,” he says solemnly.
“Anyway, Audrey, you haven’t told us about your craziest drunken night,” Leon says, “Give us your wildest story.”
“I don’t really have anything,” I say with a shrug.
“I don’t believe that,” Elijah says, shaking his head.
“Well, ok, I guess there was one time,” I muse.
They both listen intently. “I was at my friend Jessie’s bachelorette party, and I got so drunk that I went home with two total strangers and had this crazy threesome with both of
them.”
Elijah rolls his eyes and Leon smirks. “Oh, yeah? How was that?” he asks me, and the look in his eyes is a challenge.
I swallow hard. “Best night of my life,” I admit in a whisper, “Even if they knocked me up.”
Elijah laughs and Leon’s smirk spreads into a grin. “You know, I don’t know who these drunk assholes were who had the privilege of showing you such a good time,” Leon says, “But I’ll bet you Elijah and I can show you a better one.”
I blush and smile, but I keep playing along. “Is that so? I don’t know, it was pretty spectacular. You think you can compare?”
“I know I can,” he says, and there’s something dark and sensual in his tone that makes me shudder.
I don’t want to fight anymore. Fuck everyone at the office, I don’t care what anyone thinks anymore. I know my sister supports me being happy, no matter what, and so do my friends. Hell, my best friend is sleeping with the other three partners at the firm, it’s not like she’s going to judge me. And honestly, if anyone at the office has an issue with their relationship, I haven’t heard a peep about it.
So I decide to give in. I deserve to be happy, too.
“Prove it,” I whisper.
Those two words feel like tearing down a wall between me and them. The two of them lunge for me, Elijah claiming my lips while Leon starts to rip off my clothing.
It feels even better than I remember, hands all over my body and the heat of two bodies pressed against mine. Leon unhooks my bra, letting my breasts spill free, and from behind me, he teases and tweaks my nipples, making me gasp and moan.
They’ve become even more sensitive in the last few weeks, and while his touch is rough, it feels downright heavenly and sends sparks of pleasure and need through my body. I want more. I need more, in a way I’ve never felt before.
I’ve craved them since that night, and now, to finally have them here, combined with the crazy, surging hormones of pregnancy, I’m so horny it’s verging on painful.
As if reading my mind, Elijah slides a hand up my skirt. He rubs a thumb along the damp cotton covering my slit while his teeth sink lightly into my lower lip.
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