6+ Us Makes Eight_Baby Makes Three

by Nicole Elliot

  Meanwhile, my legs were held wide open, pressed to the bed as Maverick to feasted on me. His tongue took no prisoners as it explored parts of me I never knew existed. His thumbs held open my folds and his tongue moved in expert flicks, slurping my juices. His sounds were just as vulgar as the sound of Jude impaling my mouth with his cock. Even when I gagged, he kept going, not pausing for anything.

  I realized the tightening around my nipples and the swell of heat inside my body was an orgasm coming on and never turning off. I had never felt anything like it. Maverick was all over my pussy, not letting it take a break. Even as his tongue focused on my clit, bringing my climax to the point of hurting, he kept going. I squirmed on the bed, overwhelmed but not wanting to get away. Then I came.

  Jude, still hard and erect, finally pulled away. I gasped for air, moaning as Maverick continued lapping. I looked at him, his lips and chin covered in my juices and his eyes wild as he looked me over. He began to massage my sore inner thighs. I used to hate their thickness, but he seemed to appreciate them just fine.

  “Did you enjoy that, Henley?” Maverick asked, and then kissed my thighs before traveling up my body. He dragged himself back onto the bed and laid beside me, his lips going to my breast.

  Jude went to the other side of me, pinning me down and driving two fingers over my clit, through my folds, and then inside of me.

  “Agh—God!” I cried out, my mouth free for the first time. But then Maverick gripped my chin and kissed me. Our tongues swirled together and I tasted myself in his mouth.

  Jude continued to finger fuck me, and my hips bucked to meet him. I writhed between them so intensely, my ass left the bed in search for more of Jude’s fingers.

  Maverick released my lips and I gasped for air once again. Then he began pinching my nipples until I screamed with another orgasm.

  It was good they didn’t have any neighbors nearby, otherwise they’d be calling the cops.

  I started wondering who would claim me first, but wasn’t surprised when Maverick turned my body to his and lifted my knee, sliding inside of me with one thrust. I was so wet and slick, it was easy.

  “Oh god,” I moaned, feeling so full and having no time to adjust before he started to really fuck me. His muscles tightened and his jaw slacked as his hair fell forward. He rubbed onto my clit as Jude turned my face and kissed me. The softness of his lips coupled with the pang of Maverick’s thrusts was almost too much to bare. I found myself coming apart in seconds between them.

  Maverick slowed his thrusts and pulled out of me with a groan. Jude flipped me over so that I straddled Maverick. He kissed me once, long and hard, before I was dragged down and my face was on his cock. It grazed my lips and I yearned to taste him.

  Jude grabbed my hips, propping my ass into the air. He spread my legs wide and I looked on in shock when I felt him lick me from my throbbing clit up to my puckered hole. Then he slapped each of my ass cheeks and kissed them, suckling like they were edible.

  My hands splayed across Maverick’s chest and I looked into his eyes as Jude slid into my pussy from behind. They both groaned and Maverick squeezed my breasts before I moved my hands to his cock. I held onto his base as I sucked him off, swirling around and around while Jude easily slid in and out of me. There was no traction—only his heady cock filling me over and over, stretching my walls in different ways. He was so thick where Maverick was long, but their lengths were both so much I didn’t feel him at the hilt.

  Until I did.

  I saw stars as my mouth closed around Maverick’s cock. He tasted so good, even with my juices all over him.

  “You’re fucking perfect, Henley,” Jude moaned. “Taking my cock while you suck on him. You like being full of cock.”

  His words were so dirty and true; I could only moan in response.

  Maverick tugged my hair back and Jude gathered the nape of my neck in his hands as he increased the power and speed of his thrusts. My body was a ticking time bomb, so spent and at the same time, so ready for more. I had no idea how I would even make it out alive.

  “I’m going to come so deep inside you, I’ll be dripping down your legs all night,” Jude said in my ear, making my body heat even more.

  I wanted to feel them come. I wanted to be full of them even without their cocks. I sucked harder on Maverick, begging for his release. His hard groans and tightening abdomen told me he was close. I rapidly twisted my hands around his cock, sucking harder right in time with every one of Jude’s thrusts. His hands tightened on my hips, and Maverick gripped my hair tighter. And then Jude stilled deep inside of me as his hot seed exploded. He pulled out and I felt more of him empty onto my back.

  Maverick then suddenly pulled himself from my mouth and grabbed his cock, aiming it at my chest as he let his cum spew over my breasts.

  It felt so dirty. So hot. And I was exhausted, but somehow wanted to do it again.

  Maverick kissed me softly, tugging me away with a smile, and Jude pulled me to my knees and kissed me. I swayed on the bed and he held my hand as he carried me off.

  Both of their eyes were on fire. Their cum all over me, I felt worshipped. My knees buckled as I stood between them.

  “You want to wash our cum off you?” Jude asked, looking me over with those intense, dark eyes. “You dirty little minx. You like our cum all over you.” He tucked my hair behind my ear and spread my swollen lips with his thumb.

  Maverick moved behind me, swiped my hair out of the way and kissed my shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he whispered in my ear.

  I followed them to the bathroom. The four-spout shower was vast, the bathroom huge and luxurious. A claw-foot tub took one corner, while two vanities took the other side. The shower was in the corner, the brown tile matching everything else.

  Sticky and sweaty, I was guided under the hot spray.

  I shampooed my hair as they washed my body with their calloused hands. We were all clean and sated when we stepped out. They wrapped me in a plush towel, kissing me places individually. Once I was dry, the towel was gone and they tucked me into bed naked. The silky sheets wrapped my hickeys and sore spots.

  Jude and Maverick sandwiched me in as I laid on my side, their clean scents surrounding me.

  I could hardly believe what had just happened. It all seemed like a dream.

  “Sleep beautiful,” Maverick said, and kissed my cheek. Jude then kissed the corner of my mouth, but I was already in such a deep sleep, I thought I imagined it.

  11

  Jude

  Waking up to the dim light of the sun and the screaming of my bladder, I got up to take a piss. When I came back, Maverick was awake, watching Henley sleep. She looked so beautiful, snoring lightly with her red hair splayed out around her. She laid on her back, her lips slightly parted in her slumber.

  “Can’t sleep?” Maverick teased, keeping his voice low.

  I laid my knee on the back of Henley’s thigh, enjoying her warmth and softness. “Yeah right. Best sleep of my life. You?” I whispered back.

  “Fucking perfect. She was…” His voice trailed off.

  Neither of us could find the right words. Just thinking back on the night made my body stir and twitch under the sheet. I pressed myself to her ass, just for good measure. Her body was so perfect, I couldn’t imagine how she wasn’t already taken. The way she milked my cock for all it was worth had been maddening. I already wanted to have her again. I could still taste the sweetness of her nipples, and the tang of her lips and tongue against mine.

  “I hoped she would say yes, but I honestly didn’t think she would after her hesitation,” Maverick said, once again analyzing everything.

  “I’m just fucking glad she did,” I said. Since she hadn’t been sure at first, I appreciated her willingness to become ours. She wasn’t like our other women; she had a good head on her shoulders—a damned pretty one too. She wasn’t stupid and I knew I couldn’t trick her into anything, but I didn’t want to anyway. I wanted her willingly.

 
And she’d came willingly, over and over…

  Maverick smirked and tucked some hair behind Henley’s ear. She didn’t even stir, which I took as a sign that she felt safe. I swelled with pride at the thought.

  “I don’t know how we can keep this up,” Maverick said after a moment.

  I frowned, gently gripping the flesh of Henley’s thigh. “What do you mean?”

  He sighed and rolled onto his back, his shoulders tensed. I could always trust him to ruin a moment.

  “I mean we have to tread carefully. Henley is smart. We have to treat her right so she’ll stick around.”

  “I didn’t plan on mistreating her,” I replied.

  I already knew I wanted to do more than just fuck and send her to sleep. I laid there watching her like a creep, but somehow, didn’t feel creepy. I wanted her to be right here between us every night, although deep down, I knew that was too much to ask.

  “I know,” Maverick said. “But you know what I mean.”

  I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. We all had to be careful. We kept everything private, of course, but we had to be even more cautious this time around. Henley would want to be as secretive and private as possible.

  In her slumber, Henley looked like a sweet little angel, but I now knew how wild she could get. I wanted to push her to her limits. To make her see her true potential.

  All her wants and needs in the bedroom, and her knowledge in the boardroom—we were going to have it all.

  “Can you believe the way she felt? Fuck, I hadn’t imagined it would be that good,” I said.

  Maverick smiled. “Yeah. I can barely believe it.”

  “We may be able to convince her to do a lot more,” I said.

  Maverick nodded. “Yeah. And we should discuss a schedule. One that she can agree to.”

  “You and your fucking schedules, man. Chill out.” I nearly rolled out of the bed at the thought of it, but a slight stir of Henley’s pulled me back in.

  “I know. I know,” Maverick whispered. “I was just thinking of her initial hesitation. I don’t want her to think we’re taking up too much of her life away.”

  I reluctantly nodded, knowing he had a point. There needed to be some sort of balance; Henley couldn’t over-extend herself just for our benefit. Sure, I wanted her at my beck-and-call, but that wouldn’t be realistic because I never planned to leave her in a state that would let her have energy for at least a day. I still hadn’t fucked her as raw or hard as I wanted. First thing we’d done was made sure she had birth control, because I hated condoms and wanted to feel her bare and raw.

  “We won’t do that. Hell, we have jobs too. I don’t do much work, but same difference,” I said.

  “Damn right we do. So what should we let her do?”

  Usually Maverick made all the decisions and then told me, but not with Henley. She was ours to share and we would both be involved in everything that had to do with her.

  “I don’t know. Some back paper legal shit we never did right,” I suggested.

  “Perhaps. But I don’t want to push a bunch of papers at her,” Maverick counter-argued.

  I pinched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my tired eyes. Henley may have made me feel alive again, but I was still exhausted. “Well fuck, we don’t have to decide now,” I said. “Don’t give me a headache.”

  Maverick chuckled and I looked back at Henley. She was still asleep, snoring.

  I smirked and got up, retrieving my boxers and shucking them on.

  Maverick got up and went to the bathroom, and by the time he returned, I’d gone to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I always started the day with a black cup to wake me up, followed by a creamy sugary one.

  I decided to make some eggs and bacon for Henley, presuming she’d wake up hungry.

  I sat down with my coffee and watched the news on the kitchen television as the bacon thawed. I couldn’t help thinking back to what Maverick had said about Henley’s hesitation, afraid she would wake up and change her mind. Afraid this was too much for her. Too intense.

  “What are you doing in here?” Maverick asked, entering the kitchen and interrupting my thoughts.

  I looked at his bare chest as he moved around the kitchen and stole my coffee. “What does it look like?” I snapped.

  He grinned and took a sip. “Never thought I would see you cooking. You trying to compete with me?”

  I gave him a funny look. “Hell no, but do you want some?” I asked, knowing bacon was his favorite.

  We both knew it was never about that. If we entered an agreement together, that’s how it would stay. We didn’t try to get one up on the other and we didn’t compete against each other. No woman had ever came between us, and never would, not even Henley. She certainly had the potential to ruin friendships, but not ours. Maverick and I had been tight for too long to let that happen.

  Besides, it was better together. The push-and-pull of a two-person relationship was boring to us. We enjoyed the challenge of that second proponent. The dynamic we fought to control.

  Maverick nudged my shoulder and moved aside.

  I started up a hot skillet and cracked some eggs. “She still asleep?” I asked.

  “Yeah. We wore her out.” He sat on the countertop and made some more coffee as I got another for myself, with sugar and cream this time.

  I shrugged. “Well, it’s not like we have anything to do.”

  I hoped the smells pulling through the kitchen would wake her up soon. I wanted to see her, desperate for her presence.

  I couldn’t have been more grateful for spotting her profile and getting her into my office that fateful day.

  12

  Henley

  My body was a thrumming wave. I felt it rising and lowering over and over as my eyes stayed closed and I remained still in bed. I started to remember things in fragments as if I were drunk the night before. But I knew I wasn’t.

  Or maybe I was drunk on desire instead. The way they touched me, the things they did to me. The words they said to me… it still played like a broken record in my head but I liked it. God, I liked the way they made me feel. Everything all at once, my body a never-ending thrum of desire and pleasure. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. I didn’t recognize the incessant, dirty throbbing between my legs and the pangs of my nipples. I could still feel the places they sucked my skin and marked me—I felt it embedding itself in my skin even still.

  I didn’t understand it at all. I didn’t get how I could even be capable of these things and these feelings. I enjoyed them… but I didn’t know what to do with them or where they would go.

  Maverick was attentive and full of intrigue. His body a perfect sculpture of muscle and power. With my eyes closed I could still imagine him pounding into me. And Jude… his kisses were so tender they were like pillows but his words so dirty they only belonged in the bedroom. I loved every minute of their onslaught against me and I didn’t know how much better it could get.

  Not until I opened my eyes and settled in my surroundings. Their scent was still here. Their masculine musk and power. I only faintly remembered being cleansed by them in the shower, their hands all over me. Somehow we were kept at bay and I think it was because we were so tired. But we did fall into the bed eventually and I slept between them.

  Whoa. Sleeping between two men. I sat up in the sheets, clutching the soft blue material to my chest in a sort of shock. I knew I slept between them and I remembered their arms around me, but it still seemed like a dream. It seemed like it didn’t even happen at all. But I knew it did. Because I could still feel them on me. I still felt my pussy throbbing trying to figure out which cock to stretch and adjust to...

  I felt groggy even still, and moved to wash myself up. I looked for my clothes but they were nowhere to be found. I wondered where they had gone but I found the button up Maverick wore as I went to the bathroom. I washed my face and took in the luxury of everything—even the toilet was nice. The bathroom had that sleek, modern design. The si
nk was so deep I wondered if it ever bottomed out. I found one, unopened electronic toothbrush and used that before I met my face in the mirror. It wasn’t as bad as I expected but my red hair was in a wild disarray. I could be mistaken for a certain Disney character. I tried to tame it with some water and teasing but it was no use. I let the wild waves fly as I bravely sought out Maverick and Jude.

  As soon as I cleared the landing and went down the stairs I smelled food.

  The stairs went right down to the living room. A vast room of a gray couch and white side chairs, clear coffee table and wide plasma screen. Everything was so modern and updated, but it fit. The outside looked like a manor, but instead it was so contemporary. I walked around the huge hallway and through another one that I hoped dumped into the kitchen. After I pushed the door open gingerly, I was glad to find that it did.

  I was met with two dashing, smiling faces and I became aware of my half naked appearance and wild hair. I felt my cheeks redden as I stepped forward into the kitchen. The wide back window let the light shine in so bright I was almost blinded. The kitchen had clear marble countertops, the appliances stainless steel and sleek. And food permeated the air—I knew it had to be eggs and bacon, my favorite.

  “Good morning—I see you chose Maverick’s clothes over mine.” Jude was the first to speak, his eyes casting me on fire as he looked me over. He stepped around the counter and was six inches away from me, then three. And then his lips were on mine, a soft, pliable kiss good morning that only left me wanting more when he pulled away.

  “Good morning.” I said breathlessly back as he winked and walked away.

  I blinked back the sudden flutter of emotion and saw Maverick beckon me closer. “Good morning,” he said, his voice deep and washing over me, “you look amazing.”

  I didn’t have a time to speak before he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me between his legs at the chair. My hands hit his bare chest and he kissed me hard and left my knees buckling because it was way too early for this, but I enjoyed it.