by Olivia Harp
She kept scrolling, there were a dozen or so cells filled with red.
“This is just a quarter, and I don’t have all the info, but apparently this has been happening for a while.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, after I set up a macro, and averaged the deductibles for every month in the period, this is what I got.”
She selected another cell.
His mind went blank. He didn’t know if he was reading it right.
“One hundred and thirty seven thousand dollars?” Crow asked, his voice full of surprise. Lucian turned to him, it wasn’t the money that surprised him, but his intonation.
Crow mastered his emotions more than anyone he knew, especially regarding work, this was one of the few times he wasn’t acting like a freaking robot.
“But we still owe one fifty—”
“Nope,” Lexie interrupted, “IRS debt was much smaller, taking all of this into account. Turns out, you’ve been paying more than you should.”
Silence. All eyes were glued to the screen. His heart began to race.
“Of course, you have to double check it, but it’s pretty simple, I guess.”
He heard the words, but yeah, everything was laid out there, it really was that simple.
“Holy shit,” he whispered.
He turned to her, her smile bigger than ever.
“Holy shit!” he yelled, “you’re a genius!”
He broke out laughing, “yes!”
Crow’s face was the funniest he’d ever seen, he was laughing too. It had been a long time since he saw him laugh like that.
Lucian opened his arms and gave her a hug. His heart raced, this was no coincidence, this was just exactly what they needed in their life.
She turned around and hugged Crow, who lifted her up in the air.
She bent her knees up, laughing and yelling “stop! Stop!” but not really meaning it. The sight of her back, her ass, it was too much. He turned away.
“We need to celebrate!” Lucian said.
“Well, I’m kinda tired, I don’t know if I want to go out.”
“Don’t worry,” Crow said, “we’ll do it right here.”
She smiled. This night was going to be better than he expected.
CHAPTER 11
LEXIE
The guys loved the food.
They started with a quiet dinner but as the hours passed, conversation got livelier and funnier.
“No, but really,” Lucian said, “thank you for this, we owe you big time.”
“It’s nothing—”
“Ten percent,” Crow said, Lucian nodded.
“What?”
“You earned it, it was money down the drain anyway, might as well give it to you.”
“Guys, you can’t—”
Lucian raised his hand, “that’s the end of it,” he said with a laugh.
She was suddenly rich.
Well, not rich, but able to pay for the college loans she was running behind, and not worry about rent for a few months.
“But I—”
“We know you did it without expecting anything,” Lucian continued, “please let us pamper you a little bit.”
She blushed.
“Thank you,” Crow said.
She went a bit quiet, the day before, life seemed to throw her a curveball, but she managed to come out on top.
“No. Thank you,” she said quietly, she felt like crying, “you saved my life. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there. I’m lucky.”
Crow put his arm around her.
“We’re the lucky ones.”
She put her face on his chest. It was warm and hard and smelled delicious. She was dwarfed by the towering man, she looked at Lucian and raised a hand. He came over and hugged her too. She’d never felt safer.
CHAPTER 12
CROW
This woman was fragile, and beautiful and smart. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her, ever again.
She said “okay, enough with the sappiness, it’s time to party.”
Lucian went over to the sound system, right below the TV, and put on some music.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, her eyes turning to him and moving her head along with the beat.
She walked over to the living room, the bright light of the kitchen lit the rest of the room, her dance, along with the music and the city in the background made him feel… lucky. For the first time in years, he felt genuine happiness.
“Hey Crow, bring the champagne!” Lucian said above the music.
He opened the freezer and opened a bottle, then served Lucian a glass.
Lexie danced and Lucian tried to follow her moves, but she was much better at it.
“Do it, man!” Lucian yelled.
Crow smiled. This is what he said back when they were younger. He had the bottle in one hand, his glass back at the bar.
“Do what?” Lexie yelled.
“He used to drink champagne straight from the bottle,” Lucian continued, “it was our way of saying we were going to be fine.”
“Champagne. Straight from the bottle,” she said in disbelief.
“Krug Vintage. Isn’t that the trashiest thing you’ve ever heard?”
“I didn’t want to say so myself,” she giggled, still dancing.
“That’s why we do it,” Crow said, and took a swig from the bottle.
Lexie laughed out loud, Lucian yelled “yeah!” and when Crow was done he shook the bottle and showered them in sparkling wine, and began to dance.
His mother taught him, long ago, and he promised himself he’d never forget.
Lucian raised the volume and before they knew it, they were all dancing. The party had just begun.
CHAPTER 13
LEXIE
She was on top of the world. This was the most fun she’d had in months.
Crow danced smoothly, with zero dramatic moves, just swayed along with the music in a perfectly sexy, subdued kind of way. Lucian was more about yelling and showing off his moves, the life of the party. He was the crazy one of the duo, after all.
A slower, sexier song began playing, she was on a roll, feeling happier than she had been in months. She moved her hips slowly to the rhythm of the music. Hey, if she knew how to do one thing, it was dancing. Especially slow dancing, like this.
She remembered the previous night. The glass of water, and Lucian laying on his bed, her fantasy… What are you doing?
Dancing like this was a bit inappropriate. A bit too sexy. More than she should allow herself.
She brought her arms above her head, losing herself in the dark, sensual, melodic beat.
She was being silly.
She turned to see Crow, her eyes inviting him to come closer. Lucian’s was close behind, radiating heat. Crow moved in front of her.
What am I doing? She tried really hard to feel guilty but couldn’t, tried to pretend this was wrong somehow, but no one was getting hurt. Besides, they were just dancing.
Crow leaned to her, his head on her right side, his left arm around her waist. Lucian’s hands grazed her legs. He was close, too close.
She bent forward, just a little bit, her head pressed on Crow’s shoulder… and her ass grazed Lucian’s groin. His manhood. Oh, God. I felt him.
Her skin broke out with goose bumps. She brushed against him again, this time a bit harder, and she softly pushed back, his steel hard cock pressed hard against her ass.
She bit her lip and turned just in time for Crow to kiss her. His soft lips fused with hers, and her whole body trembled. It was perfect. She couldn’t hold back any longer.
Her tongue found his, dancing and rolling and wrestling it. The way his hands went up to her face, softly touching it, almost innocently, made her want him even more.
His kiss was hot and relentless. He pulled back for a second, wanting to see her, his hand touched the sides of her face, admiring her, wanting her, like a wild beast.
He
pulled closer, his lips found hers, their tongues grazed each other, the sexiness of him fired her up even higher than before.
Lucian held her waist, her motions going along with the music. She was on the edge, her underwear wet —again— but this time it wasn’t a fantasy.
She shivered. Lucian grabbed her hands and placed them behind her back. Two incredibly hot men pressed against her front and back. Lucian’s cock, the one she just barely saw the night before, grinded against her.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
This was too much.
Crow grabbed her ponytail and pulled back, exposing her neck to him. He kissed her until she thought she was going to explode. New, hot sensations, bathed her.
Lucian’s hand traveled from her waist up, the feeling of his hard hands cupping her breasts filled her with lust. She wasn’t wearing a bra, the heat of his skin passed through the thick fabric of the lame sweater she was wearing, she wanted him to touch her, she wanted both of them to make her theirs.
“Oh, fuck,” she said again.
These men were gods. Sex gods. And she was being welcomed into heaven.
Crow grabbed the neck of the sweater and looked at her. She knew what he would do.
In a swift motion, he ripped it apart. Her hands still trapped behind her, her breasts exposed, two gorgeous men, almost strangers, ready for her.
She couldn’t think. The world was suddenly far away, almost gone, the only thing that existed was the three of them.
Lucian unbuttoned her pants, Crow moved to lick her chest, down to the center of it, between her breasts, burying his face between them, kissing them, relishing in them, craving her body.
She stepped on her pants and took them off, her hideous underwear out for everyone to see.
I didn’t know this was going to happen.
Lucian’s hand travelled from her back down to her thigh.
She moaned, louder this time.
“Oh, God,” she said when Lucian bit the back of her neck, his hands going to her belly, below the bellybutton. His hand threatened to go lower, she wanted him to do it, couldn’t wait for him to touch her there.
She was still lost in his kiss, harder this time, right at the moment Lucian touched her slit, over her panties.
She was so embarrassed. She couldn’t hide how wet she was, how much she wanted this. She wasn’t like this, she swore, but in this moment, it didn’t matter.
Lucian’s fingers pressed against her nub and she bent forward, crashing against Crow, unable to escape.
Not that she wanted to.
Lucian pulled her hair back to him, her kiss with Crow interrupted, his hand touched her beneath her underwear, he wanted to taste her, too. And she couldn’t say no.
“Say you want this,” he ordered.
She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t say anything, flooded with desire, scared of what she was doing. She opened her eyes and found Crow. The way he looked at her made her heart thud harder and harder in her chest. No one before had seen her with such intensity. They were like a predator’s; she knew she was his prey.
Lucian’s hand grazed her naked skin and slowly advanced to her center, barely touching her crease, her juices drenching his fingers, making her moan without even wanting to, pleasure overwhelming her.
“Say you want this,” he whispered.
It took her a second to finally whisper, “yes.”
He released her hands and they went straight to his bulge, then to Crow’s. Just one of them was more than enough. They were big. Bigger than she fantasized about, and before she realized what she was doing, her hand moved over their bulges, up and down, up and down, jerking them off, their clothes still on.
“I want this,” she said, “I want this, please.”
Lucian took her hand and guided her down to lay on the carpet, understanding perfectly what he wanted. What they wanted.
She lay in the middle of the living room, between the table and the entertainment center.
He took his shirt off, kneeling by her. His ripped torso was something out of a movie, hard, toned muscles, huge arms… her hands went to the ridges on his abs, hot and hard and deep.
Crow put his fingers on her knees, and spread her legs open, exposing her wet underwear.
He ripped his shirt away, and began to kiss her legs, slowly, softly, sending shivers all over her body.
His mouth got closer and closer to her center, almost shaking with desire, the feeling of his hot tongue exploring the inner side of her thighs was too much to bear, and suddenly, looking up behind her, she caught Lucian’s eyes, drunk with lust. She touched his belt, he got the signal, immediately taking off his pants.
“I want it,” she said, as he took them off, his erection almost ripping his tight boxers apart.
She wanted to feel his hot shaft in her mouth. She wanted to taste him.
Crow’s tongue ran along her thighs, one after the other, making her yell, she wanted to push him against, but Lucian caught her hands and made her grab his cock. Bare and hard and burning hot.
There it was. Finally hers. Crow licked her inner thigh, slowly, tasting her juices little by little until he got to her center, exploring her insatiably. Her juices began to flow, dripping on the carpet, she couldn’t stand it any longer. This was better than she dreamed of.
“Oww…” she moaned, her hands now sticky with Lucian’s thick precum, his cock hard as steel, ready for her. Without thinking, she brought her palm to her mouth. His bittersweet taste filling her.
She’d never done this. Never tasted cum. And now she did it without thinking.
What am I— Crows finally grazed her nub, his tongue mixing with her juices, then explored between her folds and travelled up and down, up and down, slowly, barely grazing her nub, tasting her.
“Oh, God,” she said, her mind unraveling, “oh, God!”
She opened her mouth, her eyes telling Lucian what to do, never in her life had she done anything like this. Now she couldn’t control herself.
He put his cock on her lips, big and incredibly hard. She tongued the tip, then just put it inside her mouth. It didn’t fit, it was too big for her, but she wanted more. She wanted to fill her mouth with his arousal.
She moaned again, a man pleasing her while she tasted another. She never even dreamed of this before. She pulled herself forward, wanting more and more of Lucian, as much of his cock as she could fit in her mouth.
She sucked him harder and harder, trying to focus in anything else but the electricity building in her center, ready to explode.
She moaned, the sound muffled by the shaft between her lips. She could see Lucian’s sack a few inches away, she was taking him in almost completely. She tried to get closer, stuffing the man’s cock deeper inside, but couldn’t reach it.
She put her hand on it and took his rod out of her mouth, licking its length. Lucian’s moans took her further and further into climax.
Her voice mixed with his, Crow’s kissed her between the legs, pressing against her nub, going around it, tasting her, then going down her slit, as if glorifying her sex, bringing her higher and higher until she could no longer hold back.
A lightning bolt exploded in her center, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body, her yell filled the air, as she grinded herself against Crow, letting him taste every drop of her, grinding herself on his tongue and nose and face until she went limp.
Her breathing was ragged, she couldn’t think. Crow went down on her again, passing through her crease until it barely grazed her ass.
“Fuck!” she yelled. She was suddenly back on the verge of climaxing.
“More?” Lucian yelled.
“Yes!”
“Beg.”
His words were strong and passionate. They made her insanely hot.
“Please, more!”
Crow’s tongue slid down to her hole again, lapping at it before running up to her thigh and back up and down her slit. She begged again, without even thinking.
> “More! more!”
Her muscles contracted and she exploded, yelling so loud she might have hurt her throat, her body squirming violently, her juices running down her thigh, dripping on the carpet, soaking it, leaving a stain of passion on it.
She tightened her jaw, fuck this, she didn’t care. She needed to have them both.
She jerked up and knelt, taking Lucian’s shaft in her mouth, deeper than ever, until she almost hit his waist with her forehead, gagging as she did.
Crow stood behind her and she raised her hand to him.
He took his pants in a swift movement, and she brought his cock into her mouth, leaving Lucian’s shaft covered with her drool, dripping down on her legs.
Crow’s cock was bigger, bending a bit to the left. His taste was different, a tad bitterer than Lucian’s. And it was hers now.
She sucked one then the other, both men stood before her. She held their legs, pulling them even closer, then, in a moment of insanity, she grabbed their cocks and filled her mouth with them, their precum inside, slobbering down on the carpet and her legs and chest.
They yelled in delight, fucking her mouth, their shafts grinding against each other, her tongue exploring the contour of each of their rods, bringing them closer together, fusing their heat in an orgasmic moment.
What she thought was impossible a second ago, fitting one of her men’s shaft in her mouth, didn’t matter. She had her mouth full, both cocks pressing against each other, their combined taste something she didn’t know she needed, her tongue flicking and pressing against each tip.
Lucian steeled himself and yelled “Fuck!” Grabbing her head as he pushed forward, and her mouth was suddenly filled with cum, hot and sticky and all hers, then Crow put his other hand on her head and exploded.
It was the dirtiest thing she’d ever done. And she wanted to do it a million times again. She was delirious. Crow’s seed mixed with Lucian’s in her mouth, and when they both pulled out, it dripped down from her mouth to her body, her face a mess, her breasts soaked with their cum, her legs sticky.
They made her theirs, and she made them hers.
Their shafts hung in front of her, still erect, drenched in passion.
She sucked them one by one, until they were completely clean.
