His Twisted Choice

by Amelia James

  “I know.”

  I sat up and pulled Will close, driving his cock deep and swallowing his moan as I kissed him. “I need you, too.” My body trembled against him.

  “What’s wrong?” Will stepped back and pulled out.

  Alex walked around the desk and stood beside his friend. They both looked at me with worry in their eyes.

  “Nothing.” I shook my head and studied the picture in front of me: two men, one in a faded t-shirt and jeans, the other in a wrinkled dress shirt and undone tie. They’d conspired to please me, fought over me, and now they stood before me—both of them—pants unzipped and cocks bared because I’d demanded it. I’d forced my selfish desires on them, but they’d indulged my greed and put aside petty jealousy to make my twisted fantasy into our reality.

  Oh my God, I’m the luckiest woman alive! “It’s perfect.” I wound Alex’s tie around my hand and gathered Will’s shirt in my fist, pulling them closer to me. “You two are perfect.”

  “That’s what I like to see.” Alex cupped my cheek.

  “It takes both of us to make her smile like that.” Will stroked my hair. “Pure joy. That’s what I’ve been missing.”

  I wrapped my arms and legs around them and laughed, then pulled each one in for a giggling kiss. They pushed me down on the desk and attacked me with tickling tongues. Bubbles of laughter burst from my lips as I fought to return their caresses, but denim and cotton stopped me. “Hey! Hold on.”

  Alex backed off, but Will persisted, sneaking his tongue across my nipple. “Don’t think you can stop me now.”

  “Get up.” I grabbed his hair and pulled him off. “Sit.” I shoved him into a chair and dragged another one next to it for Alex. “You, too.”

  Alex grumbled. “What the hell?”

  “Clothes. Off.”

  Will started to pull his shirt up, but Alex clamped his arm down. “No, no, no. Make her do it.”

  “Oh yeah.” My lover sat back and laced his fingers behind his head.

  Ooo…. “All right, I’ll start with you since you’re the well-behaved one.”

  Will grinned as I pulled his boots off and crawled up his legs, dragging my breasts over his cock. I wrested his jeans down and stripped his shirt over his head, then stepped back to survey my work. He gripped the armrest and his muscles flexed up the length of his bulging arm to his strong shoulders. Long dark hair flowed down his neck, leading my gaze to his sculpted chest, heaving with anticipation. His powerful thighs shifted, and his thick cock stirred against his abs.

  “Mmm… nice.” I turned to Alex. “Next?”

  He curled his finger and beckoned me to come to him, so I knelt between his legs and pulled his tie off, then unbuttoned his shirt. Once I’d flung that over his shoulder, I yanked his pants down and left him naked next to his friend while I leaned back against the desk and let that picture melt my brain out my ears.

  Alex’s long, lean body contrasted nicely with Will’s compact muscles. His crooked cock brushed a firm thigh, and a sprinkling of hair dusted his defined chest. My pussy dripped in appreciation of these exquisite male bodies—mine for the taking.

  I drew in a long, quivering breath. “I was wrong. This is perfect.”

  Alex threw his arm around my waist and pulled me down onto his lap with my back to him. He forced his cock into my pussy, and I arched against him. “This is her favorite position.”

  “Why?” But Will smiled and in his eyes, I saw his dirty mind go to work.

  My boyfriend parted my legs with his knees, exposing my clit for my lover. “Tell him why.”

  I gasped and gripped the armrests as a wave of anticipation slammed into me. “Don’t make me imagine it any longer.”

  Will got down on his knees and licked my aching clit while Alex fucked me. My imagination, while pretty good, had been sorely lacking. Will’s tongue possessed me in ways I’d never thought possible, and Alex’s cock owned me again and again. I belonged to both. I always had.

  “Oh God!” I wrapped one arm behind Alex’s neck and grabbed a fistful of Will’s hair. Reckless licks and wild thrusts battered my pussy, flickering and pounding me into carefree bliss. I lost all sense of time and place as pleasure ripped me apart, and my two men pulled me back together again.

  Alex turned my head and kissed me, holding me up while Will nibbled my trembling thighs. “Fuck her at the same time?” my lover asked.

  “Yeah,” Alex sighed on my neck. “How we gonna do that?”

  Will glanced around the office. “You sit on the edge of your desk. I’ll stand in front of her.”

  “Mm-kay.”

  They helped me stand as Alex moved behind me and rubbed his wet cock between my ass cheeks. I sighed and bent forward to give him better access, and Will caressed my breasts as Alex entered. Then I leaned back against him and opened my pussy for Will, who stood close, holding me between them in an intimate embrace as he thrust inside.

  My lover touched my face while he and Alex sought a rhythm. “It should always be like this,” he said as he drove in and my boyfriend slipped out.

  “Yes,” I sighed.

  Alex mumbled his consent and slid in. Will drew back. They alternated, each invading my body in turn. I dropped my head back on Alex’s shoulder, and he nibbled my neck. Will kissed my lips and fondled my right nipple while Alex stroked the left.

  My boyfriend licked my ear. “Happy, baby?”

  I smiled into his dazed eyes. “Yes.” Will thrust deep. “Yes!”

  Alex grinned and bit down on my shoulder, holding me in place while they fucked me.

  Will adjusted his grip. I wanted to hold Alex too, but I could only cling to Will’s shoulders as he lifted my ass to let his friend fuck it. The three of us writhed together, slipping and sliding, skin on skin. Heat and sweat fused us, easing the friction, but building the tension as we strained for release. Hard muscles assaulted soft flesh.

  Flesh gave first. “Oh help.” I moaned and dug my fingernails into Will’s skin. “I’m losing it.”

  Alex wrapped his arms around my waist. “Gotcha, babe.”

  “Come as hard as you want, darlin’.” Will gripped my thighs and moved in, trapping me between them.

  “Fuck yes!” My body splintered, setting off a chain-reaction that ripped from my spread legs to the roots of my hair. My mind split into shards of pleasure that rained down on my skin and washed me in perfect delight.

  “Hang on to her.” Alex groaned. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Got her.”

  Alex braced his hands on the desk and pounded into my ass. “Fucking hell!” His entire body tensed, and he gasped for breath.

  “Damn it!” Will exploded, too, hammering into me as he held tight.

  Alex panted and laughed. “Yeah, I know.”

  Will shook his head. “You’re gonna kill us, woman.”

  “Maybe we should get her a third.”

  “It might help.”

  I flattened my palm over Will’s pounding heart and sat up. “God, no! I’ve had enough.”

  Will grinned over my shoulder at Alex. “Mark that on your calendar.”

  “No shit.”

  We untangled our bodies, trembling and languid as we got dressed.

  I grabbed Will’s arm and turned his watch. “We can still catch most of the game.”

  “Sure.” He took my hand and glanced at Alex. “Ready?”

  The phone on his desk rang, and he scowled at the caller ID. “It’s Joan. I gotta take this.”

  “We’ll wait out here.” I led Will to the outer office and closed the door behind me.

  He sat on Claire’s desk and swept me into his arms. “I’d have missed the entire season for this… you… both of you.”

  Both of us. “Why doesn’t this feel strange?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t care. I just wanna….” He slid his hands into my hair and pulled my head back as he kissed me, deep and soft, playing with my tongue like a new toy he’d unwrapped on C
hristmas morning.

  I never heard the outer door open.

  “What the hell?”

  Will pulled back and I gasped.

  Claire stood in the doorway, gaping at my hand on his ass. A book slid off the lopsided stack in her arms, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

  “Shit.” Will reached for her, catching a large volume with his foot as she backed away. “I’m sorry. Let me explain.”

  “Don’t bother. She cheated; she won.” Claire snarled at me. “Congratulations.”

  I cheated? Perfect.

  Their Twisted Mess

  The fire in Claire’s eyes burned right through me and seared Talia. I liked Claire, but I would not let her harm the woman I loved. “She didn’t cheat.”

  The heat singed me. “Oh, so you did?”

  I stepped between the two women, keeping myself as Claire’s target. “You knew Talia and I… it wasn’t over between us.”

  “That’s right, I did.” She marched over to her desk, and Talia scurried back toward Alex’s closed door. Claire slammed the pile of books down and turned on me as they toppled to the floor. “But I expected you to behave with some honor, not sneak around behind my back with that slut.”

  Only Alex and I could call Talia a slut and get away with it. “Don’t call her that. We’re not sneaking around.” Why isn’t Talia defending herself? “We’re meeting Alex here and going to the game.” And where the hell is he?

  “You’re screwing with me, and she’s cheating on him. What kind of twisted mess is this?”

  “We’re not….” Jesus, how much should I tell her? Ever since the night I’d spent tied to the dining room chair watching them fuck, I’d thought about making it work with the three of us. I believed we could. But I’d never once thought about how to explain our relationship—arrangement—whatever the hell we were going to call it to other people. Or if we should try.

  “I don’t care who’s screwing whom.” Claire stumbled behind her desk and snatched her purse from a drawer. “What hurts the most is….” She sniffled and wiped her eyes, smearing mascara on her cheeks.

  “Damn it, Claire. I’m so sorry.” I reached for her.

  She pulled away. “You! You understood me like no one else ever has. I did things for you….” She glanced over my shoulder at Talia and lowered her voice. “You set me free, but now….” She shook her head and ran out the door.

  “Claire, don’t!” I started after her, but Talia grabbed my arm.

  “Wait!”

  I spun and glared at her. “Now you speak up?”

  Alex opened his door and peeked out. “Is she gone?”

  I grabbed his collar and dragged him into the room. “Where the hell were you? You two abandoned me! Is this how things are going to work? When trouble comes up you throw me under the bus? If that’s the case, I want no part of it.”

  He raised his hands. “I decided to stay out of it. We need to keep this thing a secret. We’d be risking our jobs and who knows what else if anyone found out.”

  “He’s right.” Talia sat on the desk and raised a shaking hand to her face. “I wanted to help you, but I didn’t know what to say. I was afraid to make things worse.”

  I jammed my hands on my hips and blew out a long breath. People feared what they didn’t understand. The backlash could get real ugly. Alex and I could take it—we dealt with hate and misunderstanding for a living. Protecting Talia was my first priority, but I couldn’t hurt Claire. “I gotta go after her.”

  “No.” Talia stood and grabbed my arm. “I’ll go.”

  Alex moved close to her. “Why?”

  She yanked her hand through her hair. “This is all my fault. I talked you guys into staying. I kissed Will.”

  A shudder ripped through me as I recalled dragging her against my body. “No, I kissed you.”

  She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. Claire should’ve been my friend, but I hurt her.” A heavy sigh dragged her shoulders down, and she hung her head. “I wanted you both, and I got you.” Pride and a taste of remorse twisted her lips. “But I don’t know why you two want me.”

  Up until that point, I’d never given it much thought. When we first met, her bold sexuality drew me to her, and I’d fallen in love with her passion and enthusiasm. I’d thought being in a relationship with me restrained her spirit so I’d let her fuck Alex. That’s when everything went wrong. “I need you.”

  She sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “How is that possible?”

  I moved closer and stroked her arm from her stiff shoulder down to her mascara-stained fingers. “I need your heart to keep mine from turning cold again, to help me feel… anything.”

  Alex slipped his arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck. “You understand me better than anyone I’ve ever known. You put up with my shit and give it right back. You’re selfish and manipulative, but we made you that way.”

  I nodded and stroked her hair. “I thought—we thought—we could fix you, but instead we fucked you up so bad, no one else could have you.”

  She stepped back and took a deep breath. Determination flashed in her eyes, and for a moment I thought she might tell us both to go to hell for good. “No one can fix me. I have to do it myself.” She squared her shoulders. “I couldn’t do anything to help you—us. Maybe I can help Claire. I think it’ll be good if I learn to help people.”

  Alex nodded and we let her leave. He picked a book up off the floor and laid it on the desk. “Jesus Christ.”

  I grabbed another book and set it on top of the pile. “Claire was gone when we got here.”

  “I saw her leave. She must’ve gone to the law library. I thought she went home.” He sat down in her chair and bumped the mouse. The computer monitor lit up. “She shuts it off every night. I should’ve checked.”

  “We weren’t planning to spread Talia across your desk and make a pussy sandwich out of her.”

  He grinned and leaned back, bouncing the chair on its springs. “You and I weren’t. I suspect she had it in mind all along.”

  I laughed. “You’d think we’d have seen that coming.”

  “You didn’t? The girl always gets what she wants.”

  “Because we let her get away with it.”

  “Yeah, we pretty much enable her. We feed the monster.”

  I sat on Claire’s desk and played with the stapler. “How are we going to clean up this mess?”

  He slipped into his litigator role. “How much does Claire know?”

  “She saw me kissing Talia, thinks she and I are sneaking around, cheating on you.”

  “Let her believe it.”

  I shook my head. “She’ll hate Talia.”

  He leaned forward with a thud. “Damn it, I can’t have that.”

  “Let her hate me.”

  He folded his arms on the desk and frowned at me. “Is that what you want?”

  “No. I liked Claire. I could’ve made it work with her.”

  “But?” He looked at me as if he expected more, hoping for another confession that would reveal my motives and give him the evidence he needed.

  Should I spill my guts and tell him I love Talia? “You gave me two choices: take Talia from you or move on, but I couldn’t choose.”

  He huffed. “Now you sound like her.”

  “She corrupted me.” We’d all tainted each other, leaving us unfit for anyone else. “Actually, I avoided choosing, but I can’t put it off any longer.”

  “Are you giving up on Talia?”

  Never. I could find great sex anywhere, but this thing with Alex and Talia meant more to me than an impromptu threesome on his desk. Do it, Will. Risk your heart. “No. I can’t. And I don’t think you want me to.”

  The Puzzle

  “I think you have a third option.” I stared straight at Will. He knew—he just needed to take the chance.

  “Yeah.” He fiddled with the damn stapler, smacking it over and over. “Sharing her.”

  Sharing her. Somehow I�
�d always known Talia would never be completely mine, but I couldn’t see her fucking random guys and then coming home to me. I’d have let her do it, but it wouldn’t have made her happy. She wanted one guy in particular. She wanted Will because she loved him. And she loved me.

  Holy crap, it’s not just sex. And knowing that made it easier to share her with my best friend. If he’d get over his attachment to office supplies.

  “I’m gonna throw that thing across the room.”

  Smack, smack. “Shut up and let me think.”

  I’d just offered him everything he wanted—as long as he included me. “What do you have to think about?”

  “How is this going to work? You fuck her during the week? I get her on the weekends?”

  I slapped my palms against my face and rubbed my pounding temples. I had no idea how to answer his questions. Maybe Talia could. Hell, she probably has the rest of our twisted lives planned. “Forget about the details. Just make the choice and we’ll figure out the rest later.”

  He sighed and shoved the stapler away.

  Thank God.

  “I’ll end things with Claire. It’s not fair to keep her guessing.”

  My heart pounded as if I’d just proposed marriage. Whoa, don’t go there. “And then?”

  “Wing it.”

  Jesus. I rubbed my hand over my face. “Do you love Talia?” I knew the answer, but I wanted his statement on the record.

  He snatched a pen from the white cat-shaped coffee mug Claire kept on her desk and twirled it in his fingers. Then he tossed it back in and stared straight at me. “Yes.”

  Finally, an answer! “Good.”

  “Good?” He raised his eyebrows.

  Everybody loves everyone else. Yes, it’s good. “You’d better love her. This is more than sex, you know.”

  A slow grin lifted the corner of his mouth. “I thought you’d be pissed.”

  Dumbass. I spelled it out for him. “Because you and me both loving her would make her happy? No, I’m pissed because you didn’t tell me sooner. No secrets, remember?”

  “But you knew, so it wasn’t really a secret.”

  “That’s not good enough this time. One hundred percent. No holding back anything.”