At Thei rCommand

by Scarlett Sanderson

  “Two men. I fantasize about having two men!” She almost screamed the words. She heard him take a deep breath. Had she offended him?

  He rewarded her confession by dipping two fingers into her cunt. Slowly, he slid them in and out. Teasing her. She wanted to come. She wanted to scream. She wanted to hide her face in embarrassment.

  But most of all she wanted Ethan St. Claire.

  “One of those men better be me.”

  In and out. Stroking over and over. Possessing her.

  She swallowed, hoping to ease the burning in her throat. “Yes, of course one of them is you. It’s always you.”

  The pad of his thumb pressed against her clit. He stroked the hardened nub in tender circles. “Do you have a second man in mind, Hope? Do you know the man in your fantasy fuck?”

  She shook her head. Dominic’s face entered her thoughts and her walls clenched around Ethan’s fingers, sucking him into her tight pussy.

  Damn it. Betrayed by her body.

  “You do know, don’t you? Is it someone you know?” Anger dripped from his words.

  She nodded. No point lying, he would only worm it out of her.

  “Is it someone I know?”

  She nodded again.

  He added a third finger to her pussy. She was so wet, slippery and hot. Excited to the point of madness.

  “Who is it, Hope?”

  She whimpered. “I can’t tell you. You’ll think I’m a slut.”

  He snorted. “Baby, I could never think that. I’ve known you too long. Just tell me. Please.”

  It was the please that undid her. “Dominic. It’s Dominic,” she choked out, horrified at her confession but unable to stop the words from escaping.

  He stilled.

  “Ethan?”

  She felt his soft lips press against her shoulder blade.

  “Ssh.” His fingers started moving, driving her higher, pushing her toward the edge. “Good girl. Now come for me, Hope. Come like a good girl. Coat my fingers. Show me how much you love my fingers, my cock, my tongue. Show me how much you enjoy me fucking you.”

  He fucked her with his fingers, rubbed her clit faster and faster. But it was his words that drove her over the edge. It seemed like he was trying to possess her. To own her with his words. To make her his.

  “Come, Hope. Come for me.”

  Hope came. Her world flew apart and remade itself. She screamed out her orgasm, clenched down on his fingers.

  After a few minutes, she drew in a deep breath. Lowering her trembling body to the bed, she lay sprawling over his lap. Her skin tingled, she felt raw in numerous places. Ethan’s hard cock nestled against her stomach. Her confession had turned him on.

  He’d always been protective, but while he’d been spanking her ass raw he’d seemed downright possessive.

  Being possessed by Ethan St. Claire. She liked that thought.

  She threw a glance at him over her shoulder. His dark eyes stared at her intently. They roamed over her body as if branding her as his. An erotic shiver ran down her spine.

  “So what now?”

  Ethan grinned. A predatory grin that set her heart fluttering. “Now I’m going to fuck those beautiful tits of yours.”

  She moved from his lap and lay on her back. “I think that’s a very good idea.”

  She pushed her breasts together, pinching her nipples. She bit her lip and gave him her best come-get-me look.

  She’d always fantasized about this, him sliding his hard cock between her breasts. She wanted him to come on her, to mark her. She wanted to be his.

  As he straddled her waist, Hope sighed. His weight pressed her into the bed. She couldn’t move. She loved the feel of his thighs pinning her down.

  His fist worked up and down his cock. Her eyes followed the same path. He had a beautiful cock. She tugged her nipples and gasped at the pleasure.

  “You like that, don’t you, Hope? Watching me stroke my cock? See how hard you make me?” He slowed down.

  Her eyes fixed on the pre-cum dripping from the purple tip.

  She licked her lips. “I want to taste you.”

  Leaning forward, he wrapped one hand around the iron bedstead and directed his shaft toward her mouth. She opened, flicked her tongue across the head, lapping the leaking moisture. He tasted salty and tangy.

  “Hmmm,” she purred, fixing her eyes on his, letting him see how much she enjoyed sampling him.

  “Spit on me, get me nice and wet, baby.”

  Heat flushed her cheeks. She’d never been asked to do such intimate things before, but with him it was okay. He wouldn’t judge her. All that mattered was pleasure. Their pleasure.

  She did as he commanded.

  “That’s it. Now hold your tits together.”

  Creating a channel for his cock, she waited in anticipation. Settling his weight on her torso, he palmed her breasts, massaged the soft flesh. Tweaking her nipples, he tugged, pinched the turgid nubs.

  She gasped. A new shot of pain coursed through her already overloaded system and coiled in her pussy.

  “Ethan!”

  “What? Tell me what you need, Hope.”

  He rubbed his cock around her nipples. First one, then the other. Pre-cum glistened on her skin. Watching him mark her this way drove her wild.

  “Fuck my tits. Please, Ethan.” Was that desperation in her voice? Damn straight it was. She’d never wanted something so much in her life, and she could beg. “Please.”

  He slammed his cock between her breasts. His eyes fluttered closed and a frown furrowed his brow. He bit his lower lip and gripped the bedstead above her.

  “Ethan?”

  He opened his eyes and looked down. “That feels fucking amazing.”

  Hope beamed. She squeezed the globes tighter around his cock and was rewarded with a low moan.

  Ethan began to move. Slow, languid strokes. Sweat beaded on his brow. She knew he fought for control.

  She murmured words of encouragement. “Fuck me, Ethan. I’ve waited so long for your cock. Fuck me.”

  Teasing her nipples, she tortured the hard peaks with her fingers. Every pinch, every tug, sent an answering sensation to her clit and almost drove her over the edge. She’d never been able to come from playing with her breasts but today might be different.

  “You feel so good. I love the way my cock looks between your breasts.”

  “And I love the way it feels.”

  His eyes bored into hers. “Tell me how it feels, Hope.”

  She stopped playing with her nipples and moved her palms slightly. Every time he stroked upward, she brushed her fingertips over the head of his shaft. “Hot, hard, soft. You’re leaking all over me. I want to feel you come on me. I want you to mark me with your cum.”

  Heat flashed in his eyes. His nostrils flared. He picked up his strokes, fucking her with such force her head banged against the bedstead. She didn’t care. She wanted this, wanted him crazy for her.

  “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.” He repeated the phrase over and over.

  “Come on me, Ethan. Make me yours.”

  He sat up, gripped his cock and pumped. He was so close she could see the tension on his face. He clenched his jaw. The muscles in his neck stretched, became taut. Reaching between their bodies, she worried her clit.

  “Arggh.”

  Hot jets of cum spurted on her breasts, covering her. As soon as his seed hit her flesh, Hope felt the tight coil of tension in her body unravel. Her pussy clenched and she closed her eyes, riding the waves of pleasure.

  “Ethan!” She came moaning his name.

  Drawing in a deep breath, she opened her eyes. Ethan rubbed his cum into her skin, stroking her nipples in the process. She let out a low moan and felt little aftershocks of pleasure in her womb.

  “That was…” His flushed cheeks and mussed hair made her want to sit up and kiss him. He cupped her cheek and she leaned into his palm.

  Ethan St. Claire was her biggest desire. The one thing she’d wanted
since high school.

  “Yes, Ethan. It was.” She grinned. She must have been very good this year. Santa had granted her biggest wish.

  Chapter Four

  “I want you to help me fuck Hope.”

  “What?” Dominic slid from underneath the car he was fixing and glared up at his friend. “You want what?”

  “I want you to help me fuck Hope.”

  Despite the surprise, Ethan knew it wasn’t a shock. Occasionally they would pick up a woman who desired them both. Giving in to the fantasy, they would fuck her, sometimes at the same time. They were comfortable enough with each other to be able to appreciate the double-penetration experience.

  “I’m sure you’ve got that covered, my friend.” Dominic made a move to slide back underneath the car.

  Ethan slammed a boot on his creeper, stilling his movement. “I’m serious. It’s her fantasy. Her biggest fantasy. Two guys at once, and I know she likes you.”

  Rubbing a hand over his beard, Dom said, “There is a difference between liking me and wanting to fuck me.”

  Ethan thought back to the night he’d taken her. She’d creamed all over his hand when he teased her about Dominic. She wanted him all right, and he would always give Hope what she needed.

  “She wants you. She wants to fuck you. She’s just scared of what I’ll think, or what’ll happen to us after. She also thinks you don’t want her.”

  Heat flashed in Dominic’s eyes. His nostrils flared and he wet his lips. Ethan had no doubt his friend was aroused by the idea.

  Jealousy ripped through him, lodged in his gut. Rage clouded his mind and for one brief moment he wanted to pound Dominic’s head with a wrench.

  Stepping back, he inhaled. Images of Dominic fucking Hope filled his head. Dominic’s cock sliding into Hope’s willing cunt, Dominic coming on her body, marking her with his scent.

  “Ethan.” Dominic slowly got up from the floor, raising his hands in a gesture of supplication. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. You look like you are gonna cave my fucking head in.”

  He scrubbed his hands over his face. Relax.

  “Argh.” He stepped forward and embraced Dominic in a bear hug. “I’m sorry, brother. I never get jealous. Never.”

  Dominic clapped him on the back. “She’s different.”

  Yes, she was. He didn’t just want Hope in his bed, he wanted her in his life. He wanted her to be his woman, his partner, his wife.

  Those things would come in time. But she needed this. And he needed to give it to her with someone he trusted with his life.

  “I need you, man. Say yes, Dominic. Say yes for me.” Ethan glared at his friend, willing him to agree to this one thing.

  Finally, Dominic nodded. “Just this once.”

  * * * * *

  Christmas Eve, and Hope sat at her desk grading papers. She needed time away from home. Everything reminded her of Ethan and the amazing sex they’d had. She needed some space to think. An empty school was the perfect hideaway.

  She tilted her head from side to side and massaged the back of her neck. Over the past few days things had changed. Her relationship with Ethan had gone from platonic to explosive. Even thinking about his sculpted body, his colorful tattoos and his thick cock made her sex swell.

  She’d become some kind of wild nymphomaniac. One who couldn’t do without cock for more than a few hours. She’d even started dressing for Ethan, wearing stockings and garters to give him a sexy surprise, instead of her usual jeans and woolen socks.

  Thinking about the confession she’d made to Ethan about wanting two men at once made her groan. She’d never admitted that to anyone.

  What if her fantasy offended him? What if he thought he wasn’t enough for her?

  She loved Ethan St. Claire and had since she was fourteen years old. What if he sated his lust, scratched his itch and discarded her to the scrap heap?

  No. He wouldn’t do that. Something about this, them, was different. She could feel it.

  She heard the outer doors open. A low, masculine voice called out, “Hey, teach. You in here?”

  Ethan.

  Exiting her office, she closed the door and leaned against it. When she saw Dominic, she frowned. “Yeah, I’m here. Is everything okay?”

  Ethan framed her face with his cold hands. “Everything is just fine. I have a Christmas present for you.”

  His breath tickled her lips. She inhaled, breathing in the male scent of Ethan St. Claire. Her nipples tightened. A heavy throb beat between her thighs. Her body went pliant, liquid.

  Her eyelids drooped as she focused on his lips. “Present?”

  He lifted her chin with a fingertip. She looked into his eyes and almost lost herself in the dark pools of lust.

  “You’re mine. Never forget that. But tonight I want to give you something special.”

  Her heart pounded. He turned her chin so she faced Dominic.

  “Tonight you get him too.”

  Dominic wet his lips. His hand rasped across his beard. She imagined the tiny hairs rasping across her naked body and moaned.

  She looked away, horrified at her arousal. “No, Ethan. You don’t have to. It’s fine. It was a silly fantasy.”

  He turned her chin back so she looked at him. She couldn’t meet his gaze. Heat blazed across her cheekbones. How embarrassing. They must think her a terrible slut.

  “Look at me.”

  She did.

  “This is my gift to you. Take it. After tonight, no one else is going to fuck your pretty little pussy. Ever.” He leaned down, whispered against her ear, “Do you understand?”

  She nodded.

  “Good girl.” Turning her body, he gently pushed her toward Dominic.

  He moved forward and she stood sandwiched between the two men. Ethan at her back, Dominic at her front.

  “Go on, Hope. Touch him. He wants you. His dick is rock-hard thinking about sliding into your wet heat. I’ve told him how slick you get, how hard you come. He wants to taste that.”

  She whimpered. She couldn’t help it. His words drove her closer and closer to the edge. Her body throbbed. Her cunt pulsed, ached. She swallowed, hoping to get some moisture into her dry mouth. Her nipples strained against the confines of her bra. If either of them touched her breasts, she’d come. She was simply that aroused.

  Reaching up, she stroked Dominic’s cheek. He leaned his face toward her hand.

  “Soft. Your beard is soft. I thought it would be rough.”

  He smiled. “‘Bout the only thing that is soft right now.”

  Hope’s pulse pounded. She felt it beat in the back of her throat.

  She could do this. With Ethan’s guidance, she could fulfill her wildest fantasy.

  Leaning back, she nuzzled Ethan’s neck. No stopping. No doubts. Just pure pleasure.

  “Let’s get started.”

  Chapter Five

  Stepping away from the men, she turned and threw them a coy smile. “My office. Now.”

  Dominic frowned. “We’re not naughty schoolboys being sent to the principal’s office.”

  They both stepped forward, crowding her, drawing her into their masculine heat.

  “Yeah, teach. You’re not in charge here tonight.” Ethan grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her toward him. “We are. And you’re going to be our plaything.”

  She gasped, not in pain but in pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her body ripened for sex. Her pussy throbbed with the need for a cock buried deep inside her wet cavern.

  “Think you can handle that?” Ethan leaned down, exposed her throat and ran his tongue along her skin.

  Dominic moved to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She felt his hard cock pressing into her back. Even from this angle she could tell it was impressive.

  She whimpered. Two alpha males using her body? She could handle it. She hoped.

  “Please.” She didn’t sound like herself. Her guttural tone should have made her laugh. Or panic.

  She did
neither. Instead, she gripped their hands and led them into her office.

  Once inside, she paused to close the door. Turning around, she locked gazes with her men.

  Ethan and Dominic perched on the edge of her huge work desk. Legs crossed at the ankles, arms folded.

  Mirror images.

  Two prime specimens.

  Lust reared its head and she stalked forward, stripping off her jacket and unbuttoning her blouse. Shucking it to the floor, she reached for the zipper of her skirt. Dragging it down, she kept her eyes on the men. She stepped out of the material pooling at her feet.

  Hope stood, not quite naked but exposed in her underwear, garters, stockings and heels. She’d dressed in the hope of seducing Ethan at home. The outfit made her feel wild and feminine. Sexy, even. Thank god she’d decided on it earlier.

  She moved to kick off a heel but stopped when Dominic held up a hand. “Leave them on.”

  She placed her hands on her hips and waited while two sets of eyes roamed over her body. Hope was in no doubt they wanted her. She could see the bulges in their jeans.

  Two cocks. Two lots of pleasure.

  A rush of cream soaked the crotch of her panties and she blushed.

  “Touch your tits.”

  Taking a breath, she followed Dominic’s command and ran her hands across her breasts.

  “Push them together and lean forward.”

  She did as he commanded. In normal, everyday life, she hated this. Hated being told what to do. But here, now, they could do anything they wanted and she would let them.

  “Pull down the cups and squeeze your nipples.”

  She did, squeezing her nipples into tight buds. She gasped as pleasure zinged through her system.

  “Yeah, that’s good, Hope. Good girl.”

  Those words had her flushing with pride.

  “Touch your pussy.” Ethan this time.

  She moved her gaze to focus on him, on his deep-brown eyes. Dominic was gorgeous but he couldn’t compete with Ethan. There was something wild and feral inside Ethan that she wanted to unleash.

  “Rub your clit.”

  She did, well aware she was rubbing the wet patch around her panties for all to see.

  “Someone’s excited.”