by Abby Angel
“Motherfucker,” I whisper to myself, going up to my feet and wiping the blood off my mouth with the back of my hand. Gritting my teeth, I turn my right hand into a fist and take two steps forward; moving fast, I punch him twice in the face. He takes two steps backward and then comes straight at me, bending over at the last second and bringing his shoulder up to meet my stomach.
We both go crashing down over another table, and I feel it breaking under my back. I’m about to head butt him when two pairs of strong arms lift him off me, and I sit up on the floor and watch as two tall security guys start dragging him across the restaurant floor. I grin as I watch him go, but it’s a short lived grin; two other security guys flank me in the blink of an eye and, grabbing me by the arms, they pull me up to my feet and start dragging my ass out of the fucking restaurant.
Perfect, just like two teenagers getting into a fight at the prom.
Still spitting blood, I let myself be taken out of the restaurant by the not-so-gentle hands of the security staff. Lucas is already there, drops of blood staining the collar of his shirt, and he glares at me as he sees me coming out of the restaurant.
Luckily, Daphne follows me all the way to exit. Stopping right between Lucas and I, her hands on her hips and a furious expression on her face, she looks from me to him.
“You’re both insane,” she starts, and I almost think that she’s going to scold us as if we were two high-school kids caught shoplifting. Instead, she just shakes her head and sighs. “This has gone too far. Tomorrow, both of you … in my office.”
Turning around, she starts walking to her limo, the car already waiting for her on the curb. She stops right before she enters it, the driver holding the door for her, and then she glances toward Lucas and I.
“Be there, or forget that I exist.”
16
Lucas
Silence—that's all there is as I stroll out of the elevator, my footsteps echoing across the hall as I head toward the receptionist’s desk. She’s not there, and it seems like the whole floor is deserted as well.
The last time I was at the Union Airlines offices there was a certain busyness about the whole place. Employees went back and forth, folders clutched to their chests, and everyone seemed to be on edge, which wasn’t surprising, since they were just reeling from a major scandal. All hands on deck.
But now it’s just this eerie silence and I. What the hell is going on? Daphne told Ares and I to be at her office this Sunday afternoon, but it seems like I’m the only one on the whole floor. I feel like the last man on Earth right now.
I walk straight to her office and rap my knuckles against the door. I wait to hear her voice coming from the inside, but that doesn’t happen.
“For God’s sake,” I whisper under my breath as I grab the handle, turn it, and push the door open.
The same silence that blankets the whole floor fills Daphne's’ office as well, the leather chair behind her desk is empty. I look at my phone, trying to make sure that I’m not early, but no, I’m exactly on time. I try and call Daphne’s number, but all I get is that repetitive tone.
Ding!
I turn on my heels as I hear one of the elevators at the end of the deserted hall make a shrill noise, its doors patiently sliding to the side. My lips start taking the shape of a smile when I realize that it’s not Daphne coming in; it’s Ares.
Great. Just what I need right now.
I tap my fingertips on the top of Daphne’s desk, trying to make sense of the whole situation; why isn’t she here? Is this some wicked plan where she intends us to fight to the death? Yeah, no.
“Where the fuck is everyone?” Ares asks me, stepping inside Daphne’s office with his hands in his pockets. He’s impeccably dressed, even more than usual, his Tom Ford suit making him look more like James Bond than a high-powered executive.
“Beats me. The whole place was already deserted when I got here,” I tell him offhandedly as I sink down in one of the chairs flanking Daphne’s desk.
“And Daphne?” I just shrug at that, although I can’t help but feel some satisfaction creeping in; just like me, he has no idea about Daphne’s whereabouts. Sighing, he takes his phone out from his pocket and taps his thumbs a few times on the screen; he then brings the phone up to his ear and paces around the office, looking like a caged tiger. “She’s not picking up either.”
“We wait then,” I tell him, following him around the office with my eyes. The atmosphere in the room is fraught with tension, but I guess that as long as we don’t start arguing there’ll be no need to trade fists again. And that’s for the best; without anyone around to break a fight, I guess we’d just punch each other to an early grave.
He takes the chair by my side, sits down, and folds his legs. He looks at me and our eyes lock for a second; the tension around us seems to grow but, the moment we avert each other’s gaze, it fades down again. I keep looking at him from the corner of my eyes, though, watching as he drums his fingertips against the armrest of the chair.
I grit my teeth as I imagine what must've happened when he met with Daphne at the airport, right after she destroyed the bug I had planted on his jacket. I never held any illusion about what happened; they fucked, much like what happened between Daphne and I in the limo.
Images flash behind my eyes—his naked body on hers, their lips pressed together—and I find my heart racing. My blood starts to boil as I think of her growing wet, her body craving Ares’ cock, and even though I try to stop this train of thought … it’s almost impossible.
My cock twitches, reacting to all these images, and I stare at my feet. What’s happening with me? I take a deep breath, trying to stop my cock from growing hard, but that just makes it worse; more images dance behind my eyes, Ares’ naked body moving as he slides his cock inside Daphne. Before I know it, my cock is as hard as it has ever been. Why am I feeling like this? I should be angry … not hard.
“You know we’ll have to settle this, don’t you?” Ares says, finally crushing the oppressing silence that's settled between the two of us.
“Settle what?” I turn to him, careful to cross my legs so that he doesn’t see my cock tenting my pants.
“Daphne. This can’t go on forever,” he states, looking straight into my eyes, his lips a thin and enigmatic line.
“You’re right … for a change.”
“I am. And I’m also right when I tell you to give up on her. No good will come out of this. You never learned to separate business from everything else, and you’re making a fucking mistake by going after Daphne while you try to buy out Union Airlines.” His words hang in the air between us, and I feel anger welling up inside my mind once more. Who the hell does he think he is?
“Maybe you should take your own advice, Ares. What do you even know about Daphne? She’s just another woman to you, isn’t she? You don’t care about anyone, and you sure as hell don’t care about her … so why do you want her? Just to snub me?”
“Snub you? For fuck’s sake,” he scoffs. “I have more important stuff to do than care about you. And, despite what you may think, Daphne isn’t just another woman. And she’ll be mine, you can write that down and take it to the fucking bank, Lucas.”
“Yours? She isn’t a piece of real estate!” I tell him, my hands already balled into fists. I guess it’s inevitable; it always comes to this when the two us are together. “She’ll never be yours. And if you want to turn this into a competition, you can rest assured that she’ll choose me over you any day of the week.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” he whispers, slowly getting up from his seat and staring me down. I do the same and take one step toward him, my fingernails digging deep into the palm of my hands. We’re just a few inches away from my each other now, the air around us burning up as the tension in the room rises and rises.
“You look like boys arguing over a toy,” I hear Daphne’s voice, and both Ares and I turn on our heels to look at her. She’s standing by the door, leaning against the
wall with an amused look on her face; a tight black dress hugs the curves of her body tightly, and my cock responds to the sight by twitching inside my pants and threatening to go hard again.
We stare at her in silence, and a quizzical smile spreads over her lips. She walks toward us with a confident gait, and stops right between Ares and I. “Let me assure you: I’m not a toy. And no one gets to decide who owns me.”
“Then choose,” Ares tells her, his eyes betraying the anxiety inside him.
“Choose, Daphne,” I repeat after Ares, but she only smiles at us, and remains silent for what seems like an eternal heartbeat.
“Oh, I’ve made my choice already.”
17
Daphne
“My choice is simple: I’m not going to make one,” I say, looking from Ares to Lucas. They return me confused looks, and my lips curl into a grin as I offer them an explanation. “I want you both,” I whisper, the tone of my voice leaving no room for doubts; I’m the one in charge, and they have no say on what’s about to happen.
They exchange a look of surprise but remain in place. I hear no protests either. I reach for them, grabbing the collar of their shirts. I pull Ares into me and press my mouth against his, allowing my tongue to slide inside of his mouth. Then, pulling back, I do the same with Lucas, enjoying the way the flavor of both men blends into one another. “See…? Everyone wins,” I say, a devilish smile on my lips.
I look from Lucas to Ares, and I can read in their eyes all the hesitancy and desire that’s flooding their minds and bodies. In the end, adrenaline and desire make them bend to my will.
Ares takes the first step; his hands go to my waist and he pushes me back, pinning me against the wall. His fingers slide under the hemline of my dress and he brushes them against my inner thigh, carefully stroking my skin. At the same time, Lucas leans by my side against the wall and places two fingers under my chin. I turn into him, my eyelids drooping as he leans in. We kiss fiercely, our tongues not dancing but fighting against each other, all while Ares starts to trace the outline of my thong.
A shiver goes up my spine, my thong dampening as I become as wet as I have ever been. Let me tell you, having these two men here, so fucking close to me is the perfect aphrodisiac. I’ve tried Lucas, and then I’ve tried Ares… And while they both represent the absolute pinnacle of manhood, I have to wonder what it will be like to have the two of them at the same time.
Ares brushes his index finger over the wet fabric of my thong, fireworks going off behind my eyelids the moment I feel his touch. Guided by an unconscious craving, I dart my hand out toward Lucas, resting it against his crotch. I massage it eagerly, becoming even wetter as I feel the pulse of his tree trunk of a cock.
I moan hard as Ares presses one more finger over my thong, exerting a pressure that drives me completely insane. Without any warning, he flicks my thong to the side and slides just an inch of one finger inside my pussy. I struggle for air as he slowly slides it in, parting my inner lips as my pussy cries for his touch. Then, all of a sudden, he goes all the way in, curling his finger upward in a hook motion. Very slowly, he starts going in and out of me, my mind exploding with desire each time I feel the tip of his finger brushing against my G-spot.
God, just one finger and I’m already about to come. I can feel it; my muscles are tensing up, it’s becoming harder to breathe, and it’s like my whole body has become electrified.
With my hand shaking, I unbutton Lucas’s pants, immediately curling my fingers around his cock. I start to stroke him over his boxer briefs, grabbing him backhandedly as our kiss becomes ferocious.
Ares starts to go faster and then stops suddenly, pressing his finger inside of me, right against my G-spot. He keeps it there, pressing hard until my body feels like it’s on fire. I grit my teeth and throw my head back, banging it against the wall; I don’t even feel it, pleasure hitting me with the violence of a tsunami. I cry out in pleasure as all of my nerve endings are overwhelmed by the sweetest wave of ecstasy.
I open my eyes, the colors in the office more vivid than I remember them. It’s almost as if the whole world has become brighter, a better place to be in. I guess it’s a side effect of having two men like them at your mercy.
Oh, it feels good to be me.
Still with my hand over Lucas’s underwear, I let go of it for a fraction of a second, just the necessary amount of time for me to grab the hem of his boxer briefs and pull them down, of course. His cock jumps into view but, as I reach for it, I stop midway. A better idea has just popped into my mind.
I turn to Ares and, grabbing him by the wrist, force him to take his finger out of my pussy. He lets me do it grudgingly, and I guide his hand toward Lucas’s throbbing member. I feel the hesitancy in Ares, but he doesn’t pull his hand away. In fact, it’s almost as if he wants me to do it, as if I’m the perfect excuse for him to be with Lucas. All the better.
I place his hand over Lucas’s cock and, slowly but confidently, Ares curls his fingers around his rival’s thick length. Still grabbing his wrist, I make him move his hand, up and down, up and down. By the time I let go, he’s already stroking Lucas with an eagerness that I didn’t expect.
The two men are looking at each other, and God I can almost feel the rising tension in the room. The air around the three of us has become heavier, as if these two are breathing out lead and iron. And don’t be fooled; it’s not a bad tension. It’s a good one, if you know what I mean.
I look at them completely hypnotized, one panting while the other jerks him. Then, surprising me even more, Ares leans into Lucas, resting his lips against the other man’s neck. He nibbles at it, a perfect row of pearly white teeth showing.
This is definitely going way better than I had anticipated.
In the end, I was right; all that anger between the two of them meant something. It was a mask they put up to hide their true feelings. But when I saw them together at the restaurant, fire burning in their eyes as they looked at each other, I knew it right away—they wanted each other. I could be wrong, of course, but I had to find out the truth.
And it seems like the risk I took by inviting them here today is paying off.
Not wanting to be left out, I start unbuttoning Ares’s pants. When I’m done, I send them down his legs, my fingers tracing the contour of his hard cock over his black boxer briefs. I push them down as well, and I have to bite my lower lip as his cock jumps straight into my hand.
I don’t waste any time; I start stroking as hard as I can, my hand flying over his shaft. I cup his balls as well, massaging them as I jerk him. Before I know it, I’m going down to my knees, both men’s cocks dangerously close to my face. I lean forward, placing my lips over Ares’s tip, and suck on it gently.
I shudder as I let him go deeper, his shaft brushing against the wetness inside my mouth. With his free hand, Ares grabs hard at my hair, his fingers hooking themselves on stray locks. He starts by following my motions, his hand only feeling the sway of my head. Changing gears, he then decides to take the lead, thrusting at me and fucking my mouth with abandonment.
I pull back then and, without a moment’s hesitation, grab Lucas’s cock as well. I place my mouth over his member as I stroke Ares, and God, it feels fucking unreal. It’s hard to believe that I have two massive cocks at my disposal, one inside my mouth, the other in my hand. To say this is unbelievable would be putting it mildly.
I suck on Lucas as if his cock was the most delicious thing in the world, which, to be honest, it really is… As delicious as Ares’ is, of course.
I pull back for a moment, gasping for air. I stroke both their cocks hard, the movement of my hands mirrored. Turning my attention to Ares, I kiss the whole length of his shaft, my tongue then darting out and licking his balls. I take one in my mouth, sucking gently, and then do the exact same thing to Lucas.
Then, driven crazy by pleasure, I grab their cocks and point them straight at my mouth, their tips so close they’re almost touching. I open my mouth wide and, leanin
g in, lay my lips over their tips. The moment I do it, the tip of their cocks touch, and I almost come at the sight of it. I’m not even exaggerating. I tug on them, making them go closer, and I fit both their tips inside of me, their shafts brushing against each other as I cup their balls.
Call this madness, call it whatever you want. I don’t expect you to understand straight away, but having two guy’s cocks inside your mouth… Well, this is something you simply have to do in order to know what it feels like. And, let me tell you, having two thick long cocks inside your mouth feels fucking great.
I lap my tongue at them, feeling the curve their cocks make when they touch, and I simply have to take one hand and place it between my thighs. As I suck on them, I pull my dress up and slide my hand under my thong, placing two fingers right above my clit. I start to rub myself feverishly, and it doesn’t take long for me to be burning up once again.
Bobbing my head gently, I let my lips roll over their tips, which is as far as I can go with both of them. I keep rubbing my clit, wild sparks of electricity flying under my skin.
I pull back from them as my body starts to shake; I have to clench my teeth, and I don’t want to do that while their cocks are still inside of my mouth. That would be a waste. I breathe out through my nose as a sweet moan climbs up my throat and flies out of my mouth; in this exact moment, I come. Ares runs his fingers through my hair gently, caressing me as a violent orgasm takes hold of me.
I lean back against the wall, breathing hard, my eyes closed. Then, I feel strong arms under my legs picking me up. I open my eyes to see Lucas holding my twitching body. Holding me, he turns around and walks toward the desk. He sits me down on top of it gently, and steps to the side as Ares walks toward us.
