12 Days

by Dark Angel

  "Let's get the fuck out of here. I don't want to think about them anymore. I don't want you to think about them anymore. In fact, I want to get the fuck out of here and not think about a goddamn thing except how good you'll feel between us both."

  Sarah's eyes roll back in her head. "I can't wait for that." She bites her lip and looks to me. "Your cocks buried inside me are the only thing I want to think about."

  "A wise investment," Damien says with a full-hearted laugh. It's good to hear my buddy laughing. I can practically see the tension melting away from him. Cast that shit off, bro, we're about to bury ourselves inside our girl and fill her up with the cum that claims her. Ours. All fucking ours.

  "I didn't just buy her with my money—I made them give all yours back, too, Damien." I say.

  Sarah shoots me a playful look of disappointment, but despite her mock chastisement, the happiness glints in her gorgeous eyes.

  I lift my hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, no more business. Well, until you find out what we're doing with that money," I say with a wink toward Damien.

  "Fuck, we need to get goddamn home now or I'm fucking you here before we even leave the Market," Damien says, pressing his mouth to Sarah's neck.

  Damn straight we're both fucking thrilled with our plans for Sarah. She's goddamn ours in every legal, financial, primal way. She's fucking ours...and we're fucking her as soon as goddamn possible.

  We head toward my vehicle. Damien and I exchange a glance and he knows to have his driver head off.

  Sarah stops walking for a second and stands in front of us. "You aren't going to tell me the surprise, are you?"

  "That defeats the purpose of a surprise," Damien says, pulling her closer to him. "Are you sure you're okay with everything about your parents?" He isn't just trying to distract her.

  We are both genuinely concerned. And after what they must've went through while I was fucking scrambling to get here? Fuck. I pull the elegant chignon from her hair and admire her gorgeous face. Those strong features are looking back at me now.

  "I'm fine. I care a lot more about this surprise than I do about my parents. I'm glad you got Damien's money back though. I can't believe they stole from you Damien. That's not just awful, it's fucking stupid. You can be scary," she says in a hushed whisper at the end.

  Damien looks so damned pleased right now I think maybe Mr. Scary could be pushed to spill the secret.

  "No more talking on the way home. You'll get the surprise soon enough. Your big scary men are going to take care of you," I say with a darker tone that I know is full of promise. I know my own elation is also evident.

  How can I help myself?

  Everything got so damned drastically close at the end. All these assholes at the Virgin Market—yes, I know I have been and currently am one of those assholes—were dying to bid on her fine ass. But she belongs to us. We couldn't have it any other way. I didn't have to see Damien to know that he was willing to do anything to keep her because I feel exactly the same way. He would've ran. If I hadn't been able to work everything out with Sarah's parents, well, I fucking would've ran, too. The three of us were a given in that we are a conclusion, a result that must occur. But we three have learned. You can't always just have what you want. Sarah was given to Damien...but it wasn't fucking like that. The three of us had to take each other, and claim each other. Getting the most valuable things in life isn't just about money, though that gets involved. It isn't just about power, though that takes a lot of chance away from a situation. No, it's mostly about fucking fight. About not giving a single goddamn shit about what is right or wrong or otherwise a 'given' because you take what you want.

  Sarah wants to be ours. We want Sarah. It's as goddamn perfect as I can imagine anything being, and this is only the fucking beginning.

  Don't think for a second any one of the three of us would've let this end any other way.

  Because this isn't a fucking end. This is our beginning.

  Damien

  I look over at Sarah on the car ride home. Her face is beaming. All that over the top makeup isn't making her look too dolled up now. She looks delectable. Happy. Leaning into us both.

  I can't believe this is really fucking happening. Her shit bag parents thought they could just buy her and take her back after all this...but Trevor fixed that and we get to keep our girl.

  "Sarah, you sure this is what you want? Trevor and I, we might as well have all the money in the world. We could give you anything, get you anything you want, no strings attached," I tell her. I mean those words, despite every dark part in my soul. I don't want to want to give her up, but that's how much I love her. Enough to do it if needs be.

  "No matter how many times you ask me that," Sarah says, narrowing her eyes at me, "My answer is not going to change." She laughs, the most carefree sound in the world that I've ever heard. But there's something else there, too.

  "You're sure? I mean, you don't have to stay with us," I say and look to Trevor. To his credit, he doesn't have that goofy grin he seems to wear all the time, particularly as far as Sarah is concerned.

  "Yes, Sarah, you are a free woman. We weren't really buying you. We were buying your freedom. You can have all that money, and never see us again, if that's what you want." Trevor says and he's dead serious. None of that usual humor in his voice. No smirk.

  Sarah takes a deep breath. "Look, I have thought about everything. I know you're both more loaded than God, but...this is the life I want. I want to go back to school, sure, but I just needed to take time to be what I wanted to be, and you've given me that." Sarah inhales and looks back and forth to both of us.

  "As soon as you're ready to start school, yes, we'll get you set up. We can go now--" I start but Sarah interrupts me.

  "That is so sweet of you, and we'll take care of that soon enough, but that's not really what any of us has in mind right now," Sarah says, licking her lips.

  Goddamn, that woman is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Still, I need to know that she's happy. I take her hand in mine and I squeeze it for dear fucking life.

  "I just have to know that you're truly happy. And if that's what you're telling me, I will accept it. I want you to have the world."

  Sarah kisses me on the cheek. Then she does the same to Trevor, taking his hand and squeezing it, too.

  "You know," she says with a smile. "I know that people say they want to give someone the world, and they may even mean it. But the two of you are capable of just that. You could give me the world. You could probably buy me another one or someone else's or something, but I really don't want much. Just you two, forever. None of these mind games. No holding back. There are zero reasons that we can't be forever, as long as that's what you two want, too."

  "YES!" Trevor and I both say in unison.

  Seriously, if one thing is for sure, we both want Sarah with everything we have. We have never wanted anything more. I knew when I saw Sarah, I had to have her...and I also know that Trevor was going to want her just as much. It is an odd little thing but the three of us really work. I believe Sarah when she says that this is what she really wants. So I will have to take her word for it. I will do my damnedest, at least.

  "This car ride feels impossibly long," I say, exhaling.

  Trevor laughs. "Yeah, I know the feeling. But tonight is too special for us to start fucking right here in the car. Champagne?" He pops a panel out in front of us and busts out the bar.

  Just what we need with emotions flying so high. Alcohol. No, really, I have my hand out, a flute in it, and some bubbly pouring down my throat before I can think otherwise. We all do the same with the first few sips.

  "We need to be cheesy and cheer, you alcoholics," Sarah says. "But I'm having water," she says, and I see that's she's go sparkling but not bubbly in her flute. That's just as well. I wouldn't want her to get sleep when we need her to up for absolutely everything we have to do to her body when we get to the house.

  "To us," Trevor says, raising his champagne flute.


  We all raise ours and clink them.

  "Forever," Sarah says.

  Now I'm wearing a wide grin. That's exactly what I want to toast to. I drink up, watching them both sip as well, and think, fuck. This is too damn perfect. I want to remember this feeling for the rest of my life.

  Well, that, and the feeling that I'll have when I bury myself inside Sarah and know she's mine. She wants to be mine. She'll always be mine. Because after everything that kept me from her disappearing, and knowing she really wants this...I am the luckiest fucking man in the world. I tend to take quite a few things for granted but one thing I never will is being able to love the woman of my fucking dreams for the rest of my life.

  Sarah

  Despite the happiness, something starts gnawing at me as we enter Midtown and approach Damien’s penthouse.

  As we go home.

  Home, yes, home. I need to remind myself of that truth. I reach out and hold each of their hands, resting my lap in Damien's in the back of the car as we head to our home. I need to be calm. I need to not let this fear creep in.

  After my exhausting experience at the Virgin Market, I can't seem to completely swing back. I was so afraid to lose them, and I still am, I realize. I want the truth. I want the pain. I want the pleasure. But the pain I'd know if they ever left me? That destroys me.

  "So, you said a surprise?" I whisper. Yes, that's where I go. I don't know what else to say. I'm embarrassed to say that I'm worried about the three of us working out. I don't want to be the thing that ruins us. I don't want anything to be the thing that ruins us. I want a forever that's made to last, but my life has been utterly transformed and currently has no parameters, which I know.

  They share a look between them and then shake their head at me. Guess there is no surprise reveal right now.

  We arrive back at Damien's penthouse and go back to the one place I have ached to be.

  Damien's bedroom. The bed is massive and we three sit on it, in an oddly innocent seeming moment. There's nothing about this that is innocent. My men are about to fuck me in ways that will make this room humid with our lust.

  None of us speak for several long moments. It isn't uncomfortable, per se, but there's something that is hanging in the air.

  Trevor breaks the silence. "You belong to us now, Sarah. And we know...you're so good at being obedient, but you need that final push past everything that keeps you from letting go," Trevor says, grazing his thumb over my lower lip.

  "What are you talking about?" I don't want to say this, but it comes out. I want to let Trevor show me how to let go, not sit here and act like I don't understand what he's talking about.

  Damien kisses my forehead. "You're such a good girl, Sarah. What's about to happen...it doesn't mean otherwise. It isn't going to change it. Trust us when we say you need this." His fingers tuck under my chin and he leans forward, pulling me closer, and he kisses me.

  The kiss is fire, burning up between us like fireworks and bringing my body to life.

  Then Damien pulls back and slaps me right on the face. This pushes me into Trevor, who grabs both of my arms and pulls them behind my back, standing up with me in his hold. He slams me against the bed, my stomach pushing into the edge of the mattress. Damien starts tearing off my clothes.

  I gasp at all the quick sensations of everything...I'm shocked. And I'm so wet. I try hard not to question what they're doing. I know that they have a reason for it; they want me to be able to break through all the barriers that I have and accept our new normal. I want to. I'm trying.

  But I can't fake it.

  When I'm naked and Trevor rams his cock into my pussy, even though I'm wet, it jolts me and fat, hot tears burn trails down my cheeks. I'm moaning loudly at how good his huge cock filling me up feels, but I'm so totally overwhelmed by the intensity. Trevor pumps hard into my pussy and he holds my arms behind my back and uses them for leverage. Trevor fucks into my pussy so hard I think I might see stars any moment.

  Damien strokes the tears staining my face, looking deep into my eyes. Then he gathers up my hair into his hand and shoves several of his fingers into my mouth. I suck them, savoring the sensation of running my tongue over his long, thick fingers. My mouth is wet and more than ready for his cock, which he fists the length of for a quick second and then shoves into my mouth. He fucks into my mouth hard, deep, and in an opposite rhythm as Trevor fucking into my pussy.

  Neither of them is being gentle. This is not the rough but kind way it now seems like they have fucked me before. I thought it was intense and hardcore before, but now it seems gentle. This fucking...it's punishing almost. It's about getting me out of my head, and it's working. I feel waves flooding my consciousness and hypnotizing me in a flurry of lust. It overtakes my body, makes me exist purely for pleasure. The shame is pushed away. The more degrading this fucking might feel, it is somehow transformed into cherishing me. I don't feel ashamed of anything that happens between the three of us. I'm truly free. This is what I want. This is what makes me feel alive. I'm only alive when Damien and Trevor are fucking me. I start to roll my hips hard so that my pussy is swallowing up Trevor's cock and I suck and swallow Damien's cock throbbing in my throat. I'm lost in a maze of horniness. I keep pushing myself and take myself higher on their cocks, but I'm not coming yet. I won't come until one of them is fucking my ass and the other is fucking my pussy. I need them both fucking me. Sucking Damien off is turning me on but making me need more. There's nothing like having them both inside me.

  Damien pulls his cock out of my mouth, stroking the full length. Trevor releases my arms and pulls up my whole body, lifting me up and pulling his cock quickly out of my pussy. I slap against Damien, my body pressing into his, and he sinks his cock into my pussy.

  Trevor lines up with my ass.

  "Fuck, yes," I groan, pushing my ass out and wiggling for Trevor to fill me up.

  "Goddamn," Trevor purrs, shoving his cock up my ass.

  I take every massive inch of him, such a tight fit with Damien spearing me too. They both sink inside me to the hilt. I breathe deep as I can, long inhales and exhales.

  "Fuck me," I moan. I can't take this fullness much longer knowing how good it will feel when they start moving inside me.

  They start seesawing in me, one cock filling me up while the other pulls out almost all the way, and I'm screaming and sighing between them at the intensity of each of their cocks filling me and leaving me and pumping back into me again. "Yes!" I am yelling out. God, it feels so damn good. My eyes are rolling back in my head and I have to keep from lying against Damien's chest and trying to catch a breather. I want to get smashed between them, fucked so hard between them that I can't walk tomorrow. I press my palms flat against the bed and do some almost pushups as I bounce my pussy and ass back and forth to swallow them both up.

  I'm screaming out with the feeling, I have to release some of that pressure. I can feel both of their cocks getting so rock hard that they could come soon, but I know that the night is young and we have lots of fucking to do. I'm going to keep myself from coming right now to savor everything happening to my body right now.

  Damien’s hands roam up and down my body. Him, freely touching me, without any restraint or need to hold back, while I take every inch of his cock again and again, satisfies me so deeply in ways I didn’t know were possible. Since I have known Damien, we have both been holding ourselves back from each other, but no more. We are forever bound to one another, until the end of time. I can’t have it any other way. My hands are all over him. I pull his face to mine and kiss him between my gasps at how full of cock I am. I can’t be separated from this sensation, the wholeness of getting to have him completely. Every time that he touched before and wouldn’t drive his throbbing cock into my needy pussy, it was torture. Him not letting me come, not letting me talk to him. I am so happy that the days of him keeping me at bay are behind us now. I don’t ever want to be so far way from him again.

  Trevor’s hands grab my breasts,
squeezing and pulling me down harder on his cock buried in my ass. The full sensation of the two of them is enough to make my vision go blurry and for me to lose track of how to breathe. My heart races in my chest. Every touch between my men is like a feather amongst the flame of them claiming my body. I can’t take much more of this and not come, but I want this to last forever.

  “We have to slow down. I don’t want to come yet,” I whimper out.

  My men are gracious. They pull toward the headboard and we crawl under the sheets, lying down so that I have them on either side of me. I am a Sarah sandwich for Trevor and Damien, and it feels like the most perfect fit in the world. I didn’t realize how tired I was and how much stress and tension were leaving my body until we were together, beneath the sheets. Our wild night of passion is one of being tired, as well. After the stress of today, it's no wonder that now—when I no longer have anything to worry about—I'm comfortable enough to want to come, and then go to bed for the night. This bed, between these two men. I can’t imagine anything more breathtaking than being so completely safe between them, for tonight, and every night after.

  Trevor’s tongue licks my earlobe, and then nibbles it. He whispers in my ear, “I’m ready to come in your sexy ass, baby girl,” and I moan at his touch. The sound of his voice.

  Damien’s groaning, his cock overtaking my pussy with the throbbing steel erection that’s pumping into me.

  I take my hand down to my clit and both Trevor and Damien bring their hands down there as well. I am downright spoiled and love every second of it.

  I’m the first to start orgasming, but it's a domino effect. Every second of the molten heat coursing through my body is paired with the hot surges of cum that are injected into my pussy and my ass. I feel like I’m a turkey sandwich…getting full on basted by their love guns here in our bed. There's so much cum between the three of us that we’re a sticky mess after we come down from our highs. We’re sweat slicked and shuddering, together. It's highly erotic to all be post-orgasm flushed and lying in bed together like this. They both pull out and tuck me against them. It's so sweet. I’m like a little toy compared to these two huge men, and I love it.