Plaything at the Royal Wedding: An MFMM Royal Romance

by Lana Hartley

  The boys look at each other, silly grins stretching their faces. We talk for a few seconds about how we want to do it, and then we get into position by the desk.

  Sam sits down on the edge of the desk. Charlie gets up behind him. Adam supports me as I climb into Sam’s lap.

  I’m so wet and throbbing that he slides in so quickly. I gasp, clutching Sam’s shoulders.

  I wrap my legs around him, and Adam is behind me, holding my upper arms. He uses the sweet musky oil on his cock.

  With my arms and legs around Sam, I kiss him hard, and he wriggles, just a bit, making his hard cock jiggle inside me. I clench my lower muscles as hard as I can, grinning at him as I hold his cock still.

  “Someone’s been working out,” he whispers in my ear.

  Adam comes up behind me, dressed only in his shirt now, cock oiled and magnificent. He puts a hand on my shoulder as he slowly slides his cock into my ass.

  The oil is warm and slippery, adding a whole new sensation. Adam puts his oily hands on my shoulders, rubbing my neck gently.

  He leans over to whisper in my ear. “Are you okay? Everything how you want it?”

  “Yes.” I lean back against him. “Everything’s perfect.”

  Charlie bends down behind Sam. As I put my mouth up, ready for his cock, he places a thin wafer of dark chocolate on my tongue. Just as I close my eyes and moan with pleasure, he slides his cock into my mouth.

  The chocolate dissolves on my tongue, sending my already overworked pleasure centers into overdrive. My tongue presses against Charlie’s hard shaft. I start sucking him slowly, pressing my lips around the hard, throbbing base of his massive cock.

  Sam sits quietly, holding my waist to keep me balanced. Adam has my shoulders as he thrusts slowly, in and out of my ass.

  I can’t move. I’m completely pinned, at their mercy. I feel like I’m caught in the jaws of some wild thing, so full of tension I might expire of heart failure before the sweet consummation.

  My pussy is clenching, tighter and tighter, but Sam doesn’t move, just holds me around the waist, pressing me to his chest.

  Charlie’s dusted in gold glitter, rising and falling above me as he works his cock in and out of my mouth. He slides it right down my throat, then slowly all the way back out again. He’s got the best view and keeps darting his gaze around from his high spot.

  I can feel my deepest muscles starting to tremble. My lips clamp down hard on Charlie’s cock as the tension starts to build. My clit starts burning and aching.

  My head falls back; my arms feel loose. The explosions are rocking through me, orgasms building on each other and pounding out of my pussy, shuddering around Sam’s hard cock.

  Sam keeps a tight hold on me as Charlie takes advantage of my pose and thrusts his cock hard and fast down my throat.

  He groans, gasping out long wretched sounds as he holds the base of his cock. Sweet juices pour into my mouth. I gulp, trying to swallow, glittering white drops running over my lips and down my chin.

  Head rolled back, I close my eyes, letting my tongue seek out and chase those drops.

  My pussy throbs, gripping Sam’s cock hard as it starts another cascade of explosions. Sam feels it and starts thrusting as hard as he can from his angle, grunting and muttering.

  “God. Oh god, Lacey, I love you. I fucking love you!”

  The multiple orgasms keep coming. My pussy feels almost bruised where it aches, gripping Sam’s cock.

  Warm waves of pleasure roll through me, along Adam’s shaft and up my spine. Through my pussy and into my burning clit.

  I can’t feel my legs or my arms. All I can feel is my hot, wet pussy wrestling its thousands of muscles against Sam’s hardness. With each convulsion, more wetness comes pouring down from deep inside.

  I’m loose; my joints don’t work. I’m a marionette, a puppet, and my strings are cut.

  Sam holds me tight as Adam slams his cock in, hard and fast until he comes. He gasps as he comes, staggering away and falling to the floor.

  Sam touches my jaw, bringing my eyes back to him. I blink lazily, and he kisses me deeply, cock shifting deep inside me. He waits to feel my pussy tremble.

  Once he feels the hot, wet muscles start to explode once more, he swings me back into one arm, reaching down to rub my clit hard with his fingers.

  I let out a happy yell as my clit pulses, making my pussy clench hard around Sam’s cock.

  “Oh god. Oh fucking god.”

  All the multiple orgasms pile on top of each other as my clit spasms, burning hot. I can’t breathe. My legs jerk against Sam’s sides as the hot currents of lust run screaming through my body, setting alight goosebumps from one end of my skin to the other.

  I collapse against Sam, completely spent, pussy finally giving up its tension to go wet and loose. Forehead on Sam’s shoulder, I gasp for air, hips rocking with the nerve memory of the last few minutes.

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  It pours out of him in ragged gasps as he jerks me up and down, my spasming pussy treating his cock to a variety of pressure. As he comes, he lifts me up, and we get down on the floor, falling between Charlie and Adam.

  We wrap ourselves together, sweat and heavy breathing joining as one.

  Charlie murmurs softly, “But you didn’t get to come with all of us inside you.”

  I smile, reaching out to stroke his arm.

  I can hardly use my voice I’m so out of breath. Lucky for me, I sound breathy and sexy, not sick.

  “I started coming with all of you inside me. Once I started, I just couldn’t stop.” I give a satisfied laugh, trying to get my breath back. “Don’t worry, guys. There will always be more.”

  Chapter 40

  Lacey

  I’m sitting at my big desk with my feet up on one corner. My deep office chair leans back beautifully, holding my head and neck comfortably.

  I swing back and forth a little as I twirl the phone cord around my fingers, listening to the yammering on the other end of the phone.

  “I’m sorry. You just aren’t hearing me. We are backed up for months, don’t you understand? Everyone wants a personalized Lacey design. But there is no way we can have twenty done for a new fashion show in a month. That’s completely out of the question.”

  I barely stop myself from yawning. I’ve been so tired these days. My feet and ankles are killing me, too.

  I could really use one of Adam’s foot rubs. Surely, the oil’s around here somewhere. He should be up here soon with a finance report.

  “I understand that you want to pay top dollar. I understand that you need personalized Lacey designs. But so does everyone. When I say I’m backed up for months, I mean it. You just didn’t get your orders in fast enough, and that’s all there is to it.”

  I brighten immediately as Charlie wheels a dummy into my room. He’s got a tape measure around his neck, with pins sticking out of his mouth. He points at the phone with a quizzical expression.

  I make a ‘yammer’ sign with one hand, rolling my eyes.

  He grins, shaking his head.

  We have been absolutely flat out the last few months. Everyone wants Lacey designs; we were booked out within the first few weeks. My first few lines have gone into manufacture, and they are killing it at the stores.

  We have sky rocketed to the top of the industry. My designs, Charlie’s expertise, Adams finance knowledge, Sam’s marketing experience...we’re the perfect team.

  Ignoring the phone, I point at Charlie’s dummy. He spins it around, presenting it with jazz hands.

  It’s a shiny black leather bra with edges of gorgeous pink lace. The panties have a leather waist band and appear to have a lacey pink gusset between the legs. I point there, raising an eyebrow.

  Charlie grins, sticks his hands down Miss Plastic’s pants and waves his fingers through a sexy little crotch hole.

  I give him a thumbs up, grinning.

  It’s cool. It’s sexy. It will be great for our sex line.

  Charl
ie and I have been combining our design ideas and completely blowing the lid off anything ever produced before. It’s ridiculously fun coming up with designs together.

  I wave at Charlie, and he waves back, wheeling Miss Plastic out of the office.

  As he goes through the door, I hear hundreds of phones ringing and voices murmuring, some talking loudly.

  Every department is completely flat out. We don’t stop all day.

  Once we get home, I have three beautiful boys to spoil me while I work on new designs. We often chat about maximizing potential in finance and new marketing strategies. The boys value my opinion on every topic.

  “Yeah, look, I’m terribly sorry, but I’ll have to get back to you. There’s nothing I can do to help you out at this stage. Please send me an email with all your details, and I’ll put you in the queue. Yes, well, I am sorry. But it’s the best I can do.”

  I put the phone down, not waiting for a goodbye. I’ve inherited Denham’s old assistant Claire, and I call out to her.

  “Hey, Claire! How did that call get through? I told you not to send those directly to me anymore.”

  “I’m so sorry, Lacey.” She comes to the door. “He wouldn’t listen to me. I really try not to put extra work on you right now, you know. And you’ve been so nice to me. Working for Denham was...”

  “I know, honey. You don’t have to tell me twice. Look, you have my permission to hang up on people who refuse to listen. I’m completely booked out, and I’ll be taking a break soon. I can’t do any customized work right now.”

  “Yes, ma’am, no problem.” Claire hurries back to her desk.

  I see Adam approaching, two thumbs in the air. He strides in with a big grin on his face.

  “Profits are even bigger than expected. It’s just as you predicted. You’re an absolute genius, Lacey.”

  A giggle bubbles out of me.

  “I don’t think I’d go that far. But we have set up all the charity programs, haven’t we?’

  He nods.

  “Yep. Those are all set. We have six programs running, donating funds monthly to different charities, all to help them actually make changes in the community.” He beams at me, shaking his head. “But that’s not the best part.”

  “Oh?”

  “The other companies got wind of it. They think it’s a marketing strategy. They have all publicly pledged to start their own programs. Some of them are taking out advertisements right now, getting into areas that we haven’t had time to invest in yet.”

  I stare at Adam in disbelief, tingles of happiness running over my skin.

  “That’s fantastic!”

  “I know! Some of them are working on the same charities, trying to undercut us, but others are putting funds into different ones. There won’t be a needy person left in the city once you’re done, babe.”

  I shake my head. “I couldn’t have imagined it going this well. We might even hold a meeting with some of the other companies. Try and spread the resources.”

  “Definitely. Let’s do it.” Adam leans over and kisses me, rubbing my belly. “Everything okay? It’s good you’ve got your feet up. You need a rub, don’t you?”

  I nod, smiling. “You always know what I need.”

  “But of course.” He kisses me again.

  “Hey, don’t take all the action.” Sam laughs as he comes in.

  I look up to see him holding a big advertising poster. It’s me, a few months ago, looking sultry and tempting, wearing one of our raciest designs.

  “Oh! Is the new ad campaign ready?”

  I try to get up and get stuck while trying to get my feet off the table. Both Adam and Sam run over, supporting me.

  “Are you okay?”

  “She’s gone white.”

  “Get her some water!”

  “I’m okay, guys, I’m okay.” I put a hand to my forehead. “I just tried to get up too fast. That’s all.”

  I breathe slowly and deeply through the warm rush. I’ve almost gotten used to it now.

  Adam strokes my hair back, and Sam rubs my belly. Charlie comes hurrying in.

  “I thought I saw you guys come in. Lacey, are you okay?”

  I smile and nod for him. “Yes, yes. I’m okay.”

  “It’s almost time for your appointment, isn’t it? At the doctor?” Charlie asks, coming over to me.

  I nod slowly.

  Sam gets up. “I’ll call someone to bring the car around. You guys all ready to go?”

  “Wait, no. You guys have to stay here and work. Don’t be silly. I’ll be fine.”

  They all stand in front of me, hands on hips or arms folded, with identical stern expressions.

  “I thought we made this clear.” Adam frowns at me.

  “I told you, work is not important. Not compared to this,” Sam says.

  “This is our baby, Lacey—all of ours. We will all be with you every single second. No arguments.”

  “The company can run itself for a few hours.” Sam kneels down to touch my face.

  “But what about when I take a maternity leave? You can’t all stay with me all the time. Someone will need to be here—”

  “I guess that’s what’s so great about having three husbands.” Adam gives me a cheeky smile. “We can take turns. But only until the baby is a bit older. We all want to be involved, every single second.”

  Charlie comes up behind me, stroking my hair. “We want you to get all the rest you need, and don’t worry about a thing—burping, diapers, everything. All you will have to do is sleep and hold the baby.”

  I feel my eyes tearing up. At twenty or so weeks, it’s the hormones, for sure, but I’m also just so overwhelmed.

  In the last year, suddenly, in a landslide, I got everything I never knew I even wanted. A company, a business big enough that can actually make a difference in the community, recognition as a designer, and me as a business woman...

  And the one thing I could never have imagined.

  I look between my boys.

  Charlie, so dark. Adam, fair, and Sam in between.

  All so beautiful and unique in their own ways. United in their love for me and their desire to make me happy. Something I had never dreamed of that now belongs to me.

  Love times three.

  Epilogue

  Lacey

  They had me blindfolded through the hangar so I couldn’t see any of the flight schedules, but I know for a fact that it wasn’t a sex thing since Adam was holding our six-month-old son, Lucas, the whole way. I think that’s a reasonable assumption at least.

  There’s also the fact that we’re on a plane at all, but that wouldn’t necessarily stop us!

  Charlie and Sam have been fawning over me during my months of recovery, even though I’ve been perfectly fine since shortly after we left the hospital. I swear, they worry too much.

  They say they have a huge surprise for me though, so we’re now on a private jet on the way to...who knows where really. They won’t tell me! Not even when I tried to argue about safety reasons, or for the company; still nothing.

  It’s this big huge secret apparently.

  Finally, after what seems like half a day—and might very well have been—we touchdown. They let me look out the window, but I have absolutely no hint as to where we are.

  What I do see is an absolutely beautiful country with dazzling buildings all leading up to what I can only assume is a castle plucked straight out of a fairytale.

  There are people bustling all around, shops and stands littering the whole way.

  What strikes me the most though is how pristine everything is.

  There’s not a speck of litter to be found. It’s almost reminiscent of my home town in Switzerland, but the architecture is entirely different. And we don’t exactly have a palace.

  Then it dawns on me.

  “All this time, you guys were planning this?” I say to them. “All that buildup?”

  “What?” Adam says, shocked.

  “Did you...figure it out?
” Charlie says.

  “There’s no way!” Sam says.

  I smirk at my three guys. “You knew I was feeling better so you’re taking me to Disneyworld! I don’t understand all the secrecy though!”

  They all burst into a fit of roaring laughter, our son giggling along with his fathers. I stare at the four of them in confusion.

  “W-what? What’s so funny?” I say.

  “This...isn’t Disneyworld,” Sam says as he finally calms down.

  “We’ll explain everything soon,” Adam says.

  Charlie grabs my hand and leads me gingerly down the steps as we exit the airplane. There’s a long limo waiting for us.

  “Lords,” the driver says as he bows to the three of them.

  “Lords?” I’m very confused. “What does he mean—?”

  But I’m quickly ushered into the vehicle. We settle down, and I get Lucas settled in his seat and we take off.

  “Okay, you boys need to spill it. Now,” I say firmly.

  They each simply shake their heads.

  Ugh. Why are guys so frustrating?

  We ride the rest of the way in silence. I peek out of the window and quickly realize we’re approaching the giant palace in the center of the town. It’s pretty hard to miss, but up close it’s even more glorious.

  We get out of the car, and there are two men waiting for us. One looks to be fairly no-nonsense and serious, and the other is quite old but still has a very commanding presence.

  “Right on schedule, Your Highnesses,” the serious one says.

  “Yes, yes. Hello, hello,” Adam says with a wave of his hand.

  “Hello, Father,” Charlie says to the older man.

  “Father? What?!” I shriek.

  The older man simply smiles and takes my hand in both of his. His hands are very warm, and the air around him is stiff but peaceful at the same time.

  “I’ve heard quite a bit about you. I must say, this isn’t quite what I had in mind, but the boys have done very well, both in business...and with you,” he says.

  For some reason, it brings a blush to my face.

  “And this must be my grandson. Hello, little Lucas! We’ll get to know each other soon,” he says with a smile.