by Lana Hartley
“And,” I say with a smirk, glancing at Daniel and eyeing him up. “I want you.”
Michael and Daniel both walk over and stand on either side of me while I’m knelt in front of Richard in the arm chair, and I smile when they’re all looking down at me.
“I can’t choose right now, I don’t want to.”
I reach out next to me and run my right hand up Michael’s thigh and up to his increasingly obvious bulge in his pants, repeating the motion with my left hand on Daniel.
“I want all of you to take me.”
As I do this I lean forward and take Richard back into my mouth, moaning around him when I feel his cock throb against my lips.
I can hear the hurried sounds of the other two men taking their cocks out; belts being undone, zippers being pulled down, and fabric being dropped to the floor.
I smirk—as much as I can anyway, with a mouthful of cock—when I feel Michael guide his cock into my hand, Daniel following suit and doing the same on my other side.
So here I am, a cock in my mouth, bulging out of my cheek, and a cock in each hand, stroking away like I’m skiing. The thrill of it all has my blood pumping and I can feel my cunt soaking already, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I stood up to find a wet spot on the floor, I’m so turned on right now.
I moan softly around Richard’s cock and I feel his gentle grip in my hair, urging me to look up at him.
I release his cock from my lips with a lewd pop and gaze upwards, smiling when he beckons me into his lap.
I crawl up onto the armchair and settle my thighs around his, moaning when I feel his hard cock graze my cunt, sliding back and forth, teasing my clit with the tip.
Daniel moves closer next to me and cups my jaw, turning my gaze toward him as he slides his cock between my lips.
I feel a firm grip in my hair and I know right away that it’s Michael, the way he holds me and grabs my hand in that demanding way of his, and I feel the tip of his cock graze my fingers.
I try to wrap my hand around it and he pulls it away, causing me to whimper around Daniel’s cock and he shudders, groaning softly as the vibrations of my mouth make his cock throb.
All the while Richard is still rocking back and forth, bumping and grinding against my clit with his cock.
I whimper again and I hear Michael chuckle, then he slides his cock into my hand and I grip it firmly, moaning when I feel him slowly thrust in and out of my grip.
The room is a foggy haze of lusty moans and heady sighs, and half of them are coming from me, my arousal and downright neediness for all three of them apparent.
Suddenly I feel Michael’s grip in my hair tighten and he pulls me slowly away from Daniel, his cock sliding from my lips as a trail of spit dribbles down my chin. He turns my gaze to Richard who reaches down and takes his cock in hand, positioning it against me and I nod, my voice a needy whimper that barely comes out coherently.
“Yes, please.”
He nods and slips into me and I cry out in ecstasy as his thick cock fills me up inch by delicious inch. He rocks me slowly in his lap as he fucks me, and I can’t believe how fucking good this feels. Have I really been waiting this long to be having sex? I’ve been missing out.
My lust-fueled moans and sighs are silenced by Michael’s cock as he thrusts it into my mouth, and I can’t help but moan again around him.
I feel hands on my hips and lips at my shoulder as Daniels moves behind me, sucking and nipping at my neck.
I’ve got my arms wrapped around Richard’s neck and I tighten my grip, feeling the familiar heat of pleasure building and pooling within me, threatening to burst and let go at any moment.
I murmur around Michael’s cock, grip at Richard’s shoulders and arch my back against Daniel as my body tries to squirm away, the amount of pleasure and attention being given to me almost too much, but at the same time, not enough.
Suddenly, my resolve snaps and my orgasm comes crashing through me and I shudder and shake, the ministrations of the three men paying attention to me proving too much.
I feel my cunt pulsing and clamping down around Richards cock, the feeling of being absolutely full as I come a near intoxicating feeling, and he curses under his breath as he sighs and moans, whispering into my ear.
I collapse against him and Michael pulls his sock from my lips, giving me a moment’s reprieve as he steps back and hums his approval, nodding.
“Good girl,” he coos, taking his jaw into my hands with a smile. “But we’re not done yet. Are we?”
I can’t do anything but smile back at him and nod, and I whimper when I feel Richard roll his hips into mine, sending another wave of pleasure through my over sensitive body. The fact that I’m going to be spending the night with three men, all of which who want to do nothing but please me makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world, and my brain is a lust-filled haze.
“The night’s only beginning,” Richard says with a smile, “and that was just a preview, darling. Saddle up.”
I smile at him and lift myself up, expecting him to slide back into my when I feel a hand between my shoulders, and I look back with a gasp when I feel Daniel enter me from behind.
A heady moan escapes my lips as Richard leans forward and takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks, but my moans are quickly stifled by Michael’s cock sliding between my lips.
The night is young, and the men are eager, and I can’t wait to see what the rest of the evening brings.
But something tells me…it won’t just be tonight. Suddenly, the bold voice I summoned before returns.
“I’m not choosing,” I repeat.
I look at each of them. “I’m not choosing now. I’m not choosing just one ever.” The words come out without hesitation. I loved learning about my submissive side, but even more, I loved learning about myself.
“I need each of you in ways I didn’t understand before. I…love you all,” I say, and then there’s a gulp. I need them. I do. I can’t live without them. This summer showed me, well, love.
“Grace,” Richard says, that commanding voice stirring something deep in my soul. “If the magic of what we just had teaches me anything, it’s that sharing is absolutely worth it for you.”
“You’re worth anything,” Daniel says.
Michael kisses me forehead. “You can be ours–forever.”
Forever sends a wave of pleasure through my soul.
“You can start with the masquerade ball,” Richard says, the widest smile on his face that I’ve ever seen.
I’m stunned. It isn’t just my sexual fantasies—ones I could barely fathom before—that they make come true. It’s romance on a level of I definitely couldn’t fathom. I look at them and I know, with them, all my dreams can come true.
“Tell me more!” I exclaim, the sheer joy making me squeal.
Michael rubs the small of my back and I melt into him. Daniel pushes my hair back.
“Welcome to the first day of the rest of our lives,” Richard says.
I’m warm and sated all over like I’ve never felt before.
19
Epilogue
Richard
“I’m sorry, sir, but that account is frozen.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t know what else to tell you, sir,” the banker says apologetically. “There are no funds left in your account.”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
There’s nothing left?
The banker turns his computer screen around so that I can see proof of the account’s emptiness with my own eyes.
I can’t believe this. All of the money that had been cleaned for Oberon—gone.
I walk out of the bank without another word. How the hell did this happen? Who did this? And what am I supposed to tell Oberon? How do I explain this?
But before my mind can further spiral down into more and more answerless questions I hear my ring tone go off. I take my phone out of my pocket to see who’s calling—it’s Dan.
“Oh no, not you as well,” Daniel responds with a heavy sigh, clearly reading something from my tone of voice.
“What do you mean, not me as well?”
“Both Michael and my side accounts have been frozen. Totally wiped clean.”
“How?”
“Hell if we know. I’m meeting Michael in Dakota’s to talk it over. Join us. Grace will be there too.”
Despite the reason for the meeting, any excuse to see Grace is fine by me. She’s been with Michael for the past few days because Dan and I have had so much work to do, so I’m happy I’ll get to see her.
Even if she’ll have to watch me go on a rampage about what’s happened to my fucking bank account.
The drive over to Dakota’s is unbearable. All I think about is what Oberon will say when he finds out about his money. I don’t want to be the one to tell the man about it. I don’t want to, but I have to. For a moment, I seriously wonder if my life is on the line.
When I finally arrive at Dakota’s, I sit silently behind the steering wheel of my car in the parking lot for a while. I have no fucking clue what to do about this mess.
But eventually I have to admit that I can no longer delay my fate, so I tear myself away from my car, locking the door behind me as I make my way into the bar.
“A double Scotch, neat,” I tell the bartender as soon as I enter Dakota’s. This is definitely a meeting that requires hard, unadulterated alcohol, after all.
Out of the corner of my eye I notice three familiar figures sitting in a private booth—Daniel, Michael…and Grace. God she’s beautiful.
“Get me a Screwdriver as well, please,” I say to the barman. He says nothing as he dutifully makes up the drink, before handing me both that and my Scotch.
I sigh heavily. Time to try and get to the bottom of this.
When I reach the booth Grace looks up at me, a dazzling smile on her face as I reach down and kiss her on the cheek before giving her the Screwdriver.
“You didn’t have to buy me a drink, Richard!” she exclaims, before putting the drink to her mouth and sighing contentedly after taking a long draught of it.
I sweep my gaze over Dan and Michael before sitting down beside Grace.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“We were hoping you’d have more of an idea, actually,” Michael replies, glancing at Dan. Grace watches us all curiously.
“What is going on, guys?” she asks.
I don’t really want to have to stress her out with what’s going on, but none of us are the type to keep anything from Grace.
I turn to face her.
“All of us—the three accounts we had for the…masquerade ball.” I almost slip up and tell Grace that they were really for cleaning Oberon’s money but recover just in time. “They’ve been wiped clean. Not a cent left. We’re trying to work out how that happened.”
“Oh, is that why you all look like you’ve just witnessed a murder?” Grace laughs, which is absolutely not the response I was expecting. She gives us all a level stare. “I used it all for organizing the ball. Well, actually, a lot of it went directly to the charities that the ball is supporting—there really was a lot of money in those accounts, you know. You’re really going all-out to be good Samaritans!”
Oh, Lord.
“Grace…please tell me you didn’t do that. Please tell me this is a joke.”
Grace looks at me anxiously.
“…no? Was I not supposed to use all of the money?”
“Shit,” Dan remarks, holding his head in his hands. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“We’re all fucking screwed,” Michael chimes in unhelpfully.
Grace’s beautiful face grows pale.
“What’s wrong, guys? Did I do something wrong?”
I shake my head.
“No, you’ve not done anything wrong, Grace. Only someone as good as you would pour all of that money into charities. It’s where it belongs, really. We’re the ones that have done something wrong.”
She frowns, confused.
“That money, Grace…” Michael says with a gulp. “It didn’t exactly come from the nicest of places. We were cleaning it for a client.”
“Who is…?”
“Oberon Lawson.”
Grace’s face somehow grows paler.
“Oh god. Oh god. Not him.”
Dan raises an eyebrow.
“You’ve met him before?”
“He owns the Shakespeare—the bar where I worked,” Grace replies a little shakily. “The night of the wedding, after I left the rose garden, I had to go work my shift there. Oberon came in and talked to me. He somehow knew what had happened between all of us. And then he…gave me a wad of cash and the night off.”
“Grace, why have you never told us about this before?” Michael asks.
“It’s not exactly something that comes up in casual conversation, is it?! And I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. He’s…really powerful.”
“Damn straight he is,” Dan says, head dropping between his hands once more.
“S-so, what does this mean for us?”
Us. She means to take the blame for this, too.
There’s a pause as Dan, Michael and I look at Grace—at this beautiful, well-meaning young woman who is willing to shoulder the responsibility for actions undertaken against Oberon Lawson, accidentally or not.
I don’t think any of us could love her more if we tried.
I smile at her, then look at the other two men.
“It doesn’t mean anything for the three of you,” I say. “I was the one who hired Dan and Michael to help me out, and I’m the one with the original account meant for cleaning the money in the first instance. So I’ll take the hit.”
“Richard!” everyone calls out in unison.
My smile becomes grim.
“There’s no point in all of us going down for this. I’ll go to Lawson and explain things. I’ll tell him something. It doesn’t really matter what. But it won’t involve any of you, so make sure you all fucking look after each other.”
“Rich…” Dan says. Michael is speechless, but a quiet nod of his head is all I need from him.
They both know I’m doing what’s best for all of us.
But Grace’s eyes are full of tears as she embraces me.
“You can’t do this, Richard! You can’t! The ball is in two days—I’ll explain everything to Oberon then. Maybe, once he sees all the good that his money did, he’ll—”
“Grace, no,” I say gently as I pull away from our embrace to kiss her. “We’ll follow my plan. Everything will work out. Just trust me on this.”
She says nothing; merely shakes her head sadly.
It’s all well and good to say that I’ll take the fall. Being Grace’s savior is pretty damn great.
But having my life on the line is not.
And one thing still remains unchanged:
What the hell am I supposed to tell Oberon Lawson?
