A Valentine for Two

by Lia Davis

  “Malcolm, oh God,” I cried out, my head falling down as I shoved my ass even closer to him, wanting every last inch of him inside of me,

  And together, we rode out the orgasm with Dominic watching, his own deflated dick still seeping from cum and a look of pure happiness on his face.

  He was enjoying this.

  Hell, so was I.

  As the last remnants of pleasure left my body, I felt like I was going to collapse, but Malcolm caught me.

  “There, there,” he said softly, helping me to lie down gently on the soft grass. He rolled down beside me, his hair stuck to his head from sweating so much and a smile that stretched across his entire face. “Damn, that was good. Better than good. That was fucking amazing.”

  Dominic joined us, lying on the other side of me, giving me his brother's tie to help clean my face.

  Both brothers doted upon me, helping me get back inside. The three of us showered together, both of them washing me off gently before Dominic gave me an outfit of Charlotte's to wear. Their tender ministrations were sweet. Kind. And completely unexpected.

  “Pajamas?” I asked, looking at the bottoms.

  “Figured since Xavier is staying at a friends, we could have a sleepover.”

  Both brothers smiled at me as I shook my head, laughing.

  Now there was no way I could convince my parents I wasn't dating someone. Not that it mattered. The idea of spending the night with these two trumped everything else.

  That night, we curled up on Dominic's king-sized bed – Dominic on one side, Malcolm on the other. And I thought to myself, before drifting off to sleep, that a girl could get used to this.

  After all, I had not one, but two billionaires doting on me and spoiling me, neither bad on the eyes and both terrific in bed. And they both wanted to spend time with me – they both wanted to fuck me. Yeah, that wasn't too bad.

  Chapter Thirteen

  EVE

  “Why don't you bring the boy over and let us meet him?” my mom pleaded over dinner a few weeks later.

  “I already told you, there's no boy,” I said with a laugh.

  Which wasn't a lie. Not in the strictest, most technical sense of the word. The fact was, they were both men and there were two of them. No boys for me.

  “Then where are you rushing out to again tonight?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

  “Just meeting with friends,” I said with a shrug.

  I couldn't wait until I moved into my own place – which was happening very soon. I'd signed the lease on a penthouse suite in an exclusive building in Newport, now that I made enough to cover it, all on my own. No help from the parents, and they wouldn't be able keep track of my comings and goings. Or question who I was or wasn't dating.

  Plus, this way, I could always have Malcolm or Dominic over on nights when Xavier was home.

  My mom side-eyed me, but there was no way I could explain to her what was happening. Not only was dating Dominic bad enough, but the fact that I was sleeping with both he and his brothers would be too much for her old-fashioned values. It would likely scandalize our entire family for a generation to come. And besides that, my father might kill them both if he found out.

  But I wasn't a little girl anymore, and this situation worked well for us. It was a situation I was comfortable with and one I wanted.

  I rushed out the door as fast as possible and walked down the long, driveway, keeping an eye out for my parents who I assumed would be watching me from the windows. Malcolm was picking me up tonight. Dominic was away on a work trip, so it was just him and me. And I planned to stay over at Malcolm's house – a first since our little arrangement became a thing.

  Malcolm's Maserati was parked at the end of the street. Once he saw me, he drove up quickly and opened the door for me.

  “Thank you,” I said, never growing tired of the chivalry.

  “Always a pleasure,” he said.

  He waited until we got in the car to kiss me – just in case. Both brothers knew the necessity of keeping it from my parents and didn't mind the bit of intrigue. In fact, I think both of them thought it made our forbidden little trysts even hotter.

  But once he leaned over and our lips met, I almost couldn't pull away. There was a big part of me that wanted to fuck him right there in the car. But I had to, before my parents saw us out there.

  “Where to?” I asked him, checking him out for the first time.

  He was wearing a nice, fitted suit that showed off his physique perfectly. He'd told me to dress nicely, so I'd worn a pretty dress – one I picked out special, just for tonight.

  “It's a surprise,” he said with a wink.

  Dominic and Malcolm loved surprising me – just like they had that first night. And it was one thing that never got old, either. I was always in for a treat with either of them, and the fact that I was lucky enough to have both men in my life was awesome. And honestly, it was something I never wanted to end.

  And I saw no reason it had to. Not anytime soon, anyway.

  Both Malcolm and Dominic seemed perfectly happy with the arrangement too. Neither one of them wanted to settle down completely, not yet. And this way we could all have a little fun with people we cared about.

  I was falling for both of them – which was something I never saw happening. And I could tell they felt the same way for me. Many people might find the arrangement between the three of us strange. No doubt, some would find it deviant or disgusting. But it worked for us and that was all that mattered. We didn't spend a lot of time caring what the world thought about us. To us, it didn't matter. We were enjoying life and enjoying each other – that's what mattered.

  “You two are amazing to me,” I said with a contented smile.

  “We care about you too, Eve. You're something special, you know that?”

  “You make me feel special,” I said, taking his hand in mine.

  “Good, because you deserve to feel that way.” Malcolm raised my hand to his lips and kissed it, gently.

  Brothers. Who'd have thought it? Not me. But honestly, I couldn't be happier.

  And from the looks of things, neither could they.

  Chapter Fourteen

  EVE

  Malcolm's house was on the beach in Corona del Mar. He had set up a nice dinner for us on his patio, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The air was cool, heavy with the taste of the sea, and the moon hung high overhead, making the ocean sparkle. We feasted on oysters, sipped champagne and listened to the waves as they crashed upon the shore nearby. I had to admit that I felt like royalty. Or at least, as close to royalty as a girl like me could get.

  “A girl could get used to this,” I said with a content smile.

  Malcolm sat across me, and smiled, his handsome features highlighted by the candlelight, making his blue eyes stand out even more than usual. And his beautiful eyes were staring back at me, with a naughty twinkle in them. The way he looked at me would never get old.

  The way both of them looked at me never got old, for that matter.

  “Well, get used to it,” Malcolm said, his voice pouring from his mouth like velvet. “Because we're not going anywhere, love.”

  He had a way of speaking that could make even the most common words sound sexy. It was a skill many men envied – and made many women weak in the knees – I was sure, since it made me grow wetter with every word he spoke.

  Malcolm stood up and with a salacious smile, took my hand in his. My hand felt small and delicate in his, yet he was gentle, his skin soft to the touch. As we stepped back into the house, his smile grew even wider and the naughty twinkle in his eye even brighter. He was leading me somewhere deeper into his house – and I had a good idea where we were going.

  I had packed an overnight bag for a reason.

  We walked down the hallway, passing several rooms – guest rooms as well as his office – and finally arrived at the door leading to what I was pretty sure was his master bedroom. Being that it was the first time that I'd been in his room, I found t
hat I was in for quite the surprise. My eyes grew wide and I laughed, nervously, as I saw what he'd laid out on the bed.

  “What is all of this?” I asked.

  “Just some toys I thought you might like,” he said, his tone like liquid gold. “You do like toys, don't you?”

  The array of toys were not intended for children, that was for sure. I picked up a riding crop and smacked it lightly against the palm of my hand. It stung, and I imagined it would sting even more when used by someone as strong as Malcolm on something a little more – delicate. Like my backside, perhaps. I put the crop back down and picked up what looked like a ball gag. I'd heard about them but hadn't actually seen one live and in person. Until that moment, anyway.

  “Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

  Malcolm shrugged and gave me a lopsided grin. “Personally I like hearing you scream, but in case you're into that sort of thing, I wanted to make sure it was available. Figured I'd offer, if nothing else.”

  I dropped the gag on the bed, shaking my head with a laugh. It was most definitely not for me. Malcolm came up behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders, and pressed himself against me. As he held me close, I felt his cock pressing into the small of my back, which ignited a fire between my thighs.

  Leaning forward, he whispered into my ear, “See anything you like, my dear? Anything at all?”

  I felt myself blush, but saw many things I liked – mixed in with a few things that scared me. I was new to this kind of world. I'd never been with anyone interested in something a bit more risque and adventurous. I had actually never been with anybody interested in anything but boring, vanilla sex.

  Malcolm gently bit the lobe of my ear, just hard enough to cause the slightest tinge of pain – but it also sent a shiver of pleasure rippling down my back and throughout my entire body. I knew I was in for quite the night.

  He ran his hands up my sides until he was cupping my breasts, holding them in his hands as he stroked my nipples through the fabric of my dress. I leaned back against him, rubbing my ass against his erection, taunting him.

  “Oh, you like to tease, do you?” he said, turning my body around so I was facing him.

  I looked up into those vibrant blue eyes and felt a shudder pass through me. In those eyes, I saw the promise of pleasure I'd never known or experienced before. It thrilled me – but also somewhat terrified me. What if I wasn't up to his standards? What if he got bored with my plain, boring, vanilla self? I mentally kicked myself for my insecurity and self-consciousness. He was with me for a reason. He wanted me for a reason. And I was going to see to it that it stayed that way.

  I smirked at him. “You know you love it,” I said.

  “Oh, I do. But teasing is such a naughty thing to do,” he said, his eyes narrowing and beginning to smolder. I could tell he was thinking of all the dirty things we could – and would – do together. As was I. “And I'm going to show you what I do with naughty little girls like you. Now bend over the bed.”

  I hesitated for a split second, but Malcolm grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me back around so I was facing away from him. Keeping one hand on my shoulders and placing the other in the middle of my back, he pressed my body down so I was doing as he'd demanded – bending over the bed.

  An electric jolt of excitement ran through me at being dominated like that. At being told what to do. That jolt of excitement doubled when he raised my skirt up, exposing my ass and the teeny little thong I was wearing. With one hand, he rubbed my ass cheek before pulling his hand back and slapping it. The bolt of pain hit me a split second before the sound of flesh meeting flesh registered in my mind. And when it did, the pain caused me to jump in surprise. But I had to admit, the pleasure of his touch overwhelmed me and I moaned.

  “Sounds like you enjoyed that,” he said. “Maybe I need to smack you harder this time?”

  “Yes, please,” I muttered, wiggling my ass closer to him, daring him to smack it again.

  Malcolm's hand hit my skin hard enough that it had to have left a hand print. And yet, all I could think of was how good it felt.

  “Oh God, yes – I'm so bad, Malcolm,” I cried out. “Really bad. Harder. Please.”

  Malcolm did as I commanded, smacking me harder on the ass, making me latch onto the silk bedding for support, my nails digging into the soft, luxurious material.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out.

  Malcolm's hands were no longer on me, so I turned my head to see what he was doing. I heard a zipper and a sound like his pants falling to the ground as he grabbed my hair and pulled it back, forcing me to look away from him and stare up at the ceiling. His free hand grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him, close enough that I felt his cock pressing against my ass cheeks. I wiggled, just a bit, teasing him some more, anticipating feeling him slide inside of me.

  “Still being naughty, I see,” he said.

  He let go of my hair and picked up something from the bed. Biting my lip, I anticipated the feel of the riding crop against my ass – and was surprised to find that I was actually looking forward to it. But instead, I heard a buzzing sound and then felt something pressed against my clit.

  I jumped, surprised by the sensation of so much pleasure flooding my body. But as Malcolm played with the vibrator, pressing it against my pussy, I found myself grinding into it, rubbing my clit all over it and moaning wildly.

  My fingers were still intertwined with the silk as I gripped the bed sheets even tighter – and thankfully so. As I pushed myself back against the vibrator he held to my clit, Malcolm took the opportunity to shove himself deep inside me. My eyes sprung open wide with pleasure and my mouth fell open at the unexpected fullness inside of me. The vibrator was still in his one hand, pressing against my most intimate parts as Malcolm started fucking me from behind.

  “Damn, you're always so fucking tight,” he growled as he pumped himself in and out of me, holding my ass steady as he fucked me.

  The buzzing against my clit intensified everything so much. My body shuddered and I moaned loudly. It was like having one continuous climax from the beginning of this. My entire body was on fire, shuddering and writhing against him, unable to utter even a single word that made any sense whatsoever.

  But if I thought the feeling of what he was doing at that moment was amazing, I was in for yet another surprise. Malcolm pulled my legs up and out. My arms were pressed to the bed as I wrapped them around his ass, allowing him to go even deeper inside of me. As he thrust into me so deep, he hit my cervix, I let out a scream and a stream of explicit words as I came harder than I ever had before in my life.

  I lost all control of my body, I was just bucking wildly against the bed, pressing my ass back against him as he smacked it harder than he had before, all the while, continuing to pound his hard cock into me.

  With my teeth clenched, I let out a garbled groan, “Oh God, Malcolm – ”

  Malcolm wasn't finished with me yet though. Not even close. As soon as my body stopped spasming, he let me down and then flipped me around so I was facing him again. With a small smirk, he pushed me down onto my knees in front of him. His cock stood out from his body, long and hard and dripping with pre-cum mixed with my own juices. He held onto my hair, giving it a rough pull so that I had to look up at him.

  “Show me how bad you really are,” he purred. “I want to see it, baby.”

  With one hand around the base of his cock, I slipped my mouth around the tip. Malcolm handed me a dildo and looked at me.

  “I want to watch you fuck yourself with this,” he said. “While you suck me off.”

  My pussy was still quivering from the intense orgasm he'd given me. But I could tell Malcolm wasn't asking – he was telling me what to do. And he expected me to obey him. I pulled my mouth away from his dick and used my free hand to take the dildo from him. It was large – larger than a typical male's cock – with a thick base that made me cringe at first. I wasn't sure how this thing would fit inside of me – it just didn't seem nat
ural. But Malcolm was watching and waiting and I couldn't let him down. I had to try.

  Spreading my pussy lips, I gently nudged the dildo inside of me – but just the tip at first. It was going to take a little getting used to. Malcolm watched, his gaze on my nether regions as I worked the toy inside of me, inch by inch. He was stroking his cock and groaning as he watched. I could tell that he was enjoying the show.

  “All the way, Eve,” he said, his voice coming out a bit strained. “I want to see you take it all the way inside of you.”

  “I'm not sure I can,” I said.

  “Yes, you can,” he said. “Just do it.”

  I slipped a little bit more inside of me, my eyes feeling like they were bulging out my head as it stretched me more than I'd ever been stretched before. It hurt, just a little, but not as much as I thought it might. Mostly because I was still loose and wet from fucking Malcolm so it slid inside of me a little bit easier than I thought it would. Thankfully.

  I kept pushing on it, spreading myself wider and wider, unable to control the moans and whimpers that escaped my throat. My entire body was shaking with the pleasure – it was such an intense feeling. Finally, the base of the dildo rubbed up against my pelvis and it was as deep as it could go. I sat there for a moment, letting my body get used to the sensation.

  “Now fuck yourself with it,” he said.

  Slowly, I withdrew the dildo from my pussy before pushing it back inside of me again. This time, it moved much easier and faster. With each pump of the dildo inside of me, it slid in a little easier – my juices lubricating it as I went. And before long, I was fucking myself with hard and deep it as Malcolm watched, stroking his cock and watching as I pounded myself with the dildo.

  Malcolm once against moved closer to me, putting his dick within inches of my face. Needing both of my hands to keep working at the toy, I only had my mouth. It was going to have to do. I started by licking the tip of his stiff cock as he continued stroking himself. But he was growing impatient and grabbed my hair, pushing himself into my mouth, filling it up as thoroughly as the dildo was filling up my pussy.