by Lana Hartley
“I wish I could feel as upbeat as you do,” I admit. “He couldn’t have chosen a worse day.”
“Why’s that? Had any plans for tonight?”
“Yeah…” I whisper, biting on my lower lip. Maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut - now I’ll have to tell her about it. “I had a, uhm, date.”
“Oh, you rascal!” She laughs, looking away from her screen and looking straight into my eyes. “Which one is it? The gentleman or the wild beast?”
“The wild one,” I laugh, feeling my cheeks turn red.
“You’re really something, uh? Who’d have thought it? Natalie, going on dates with multimillionaire fighters… Soon enough you won’t even need to be a journalist. Just get a ring on your finger and you’ll be set for life.”
“It’s not like that. And, besides, the way you say it… It’s not as easy as you think, you know?” I tell her, throwing my head and staring at the ceiling for a few moments. “It just isn’t right - I mean, I’ve been with Logan, now I’m going out with Hunter. It’s just so --”
“So fantastically awesome? Because from where I’m standing, that’s what it looks like.”
“Yeah, yeah… Alright, it’s a lil’ bit awesome. But I don’t feel that great about it. I don’t like being duplicitous.”
“Then don’t,” she shrugs, “just be honest. And grab your phone; tell Hunter to come and get you. I’ll cover for you tonight.”
“No! You don’t need to --”
“I do. And you’ll treat me to dinner one of these days. Somewhere fancy. Now grab your phone and do what I tell you to, you peasant!” She finishes off, raising her voice and trying to speak with a faux (and definitely very exaggerated) British accent.
“Right away, Your Royal Highness,” I reply in the same tone as her, chuckling as I grab my phone and send Hunter a quick text. Sure, I’ll be there in 30, he replies just a few seconds after I fired off my message. I don’t even know how to thank Michelle - I had already given up on dinner with Hunter, and now he’s picking me up at the office. Ah, I’m definitely taking her to the fanciest place I can find whenever I have the chance.
“Alright,” Michelle yawns a few minutes later, raising her arms and stretching her back. She closes the her laptop’s lid and then jumps up to her feet. “I’m taking this home, and I’ll finish it in front of TV. It’s going to be long night for me, so you better make sure my sacrifice wasn’t made in vain.”
“Aye, aye, Captain!” I reply, getting up to my feet and offering her a mocking salute. “Seriously, Michelle, I don’t even know how to thank you.”
“Don’t. Just make sure you have fun, alright? Have a g’night.” With her purse slung over one shoulder, the laptop tucked under her arm, she heads out of the office and leaves me alone in the eery silence of the Gazette. Hunter’s going to be here in five minutes or so, so I better get ready.
I’m about to head out the sports department offices and make my way toward the bathroom, when I hear the chime on my Facebook feed go off. My eyes dart to it almost instantly, and my eyes widen as I see a video of Logan under a headline I wasn’t expecting: “A FIGHT IN THE MAKING?”
Holding my breath, I drag the mouse icon toward the video and press play. I watch in sullen silence as a bunch of journalists crowd around Logan, pestering him with a thousand questions all at once. Then, the guys shoving their mics into Logan’s face start going on and on about Logan, and that’s when he relents: if Hunter wants to fight, he’s more than willing to oblige.
Oh, crap, is all this because of me? After what Hunter told me, the last thing I want is for two to fight each other over me. No way I’d accept something like that. Feeling nervous, I stand up and walk out of the office. I’m making my way toward the bathroom when I hear footsteps behind me.
“Did you forget something?” I ask Michelle as I turn around to face her, except these footsteps don’t belong to Michelle. Before I know it, Hunter has his hands on my waist, and he pushes me back until I’m pinned against the wall.
“Hello there,” I laugh, looking into his eyes as I feel my pussy growing wet. Just having his body on mine like this… It’s enough to drive me crazy. And to make me forget about Logan’s willingness to fight.
“Hey,” he grins, brushing his lips against mine. Then, taking one step back, he adjusts the collar of his shirt and offers me his arm. “Shall we?”
I’m about to ask him if he saw the video with Logan, when I hear the elevator stopping at the end of the corridor. I look at it by instinct, watching as the door slides open, and my heart stops as I realize who’s coming.
It’s Logan.
Logan
The doors to the elevator slide open and the Gazette office smells of recycled air and coffee. It also smells of deadlines, and fake handshakes, and late nights, and something else that I can't quite put my finger on.
And then I see him, and my blood runs cold.
It's Hunter, and yet again, he has his hands all over Natalie. He has one hand on her waist, and another hand running up her thigh and under her skirt. She's pressed against the wall of her office, and he has his mouth on her neck.
Rage flickers behind my eyes. I waste no time in approaching him.
"I should've known you'd be here," I growl.
"What the fuck is it to you?" Hunter says, stepping toward me in a dare and moving away from Natalie.
Natalie is shocked to see me here. She shakes her head as if she can't believe we're all in the same room again.
Hunter is a cocky bastard, and he's had his fun, but that fun is coming to an end.
"Do you really expect me to stand back and allow you to talk shit and run game all over my life? If so, you've fucking stupider than I thought," I say, stepping toward him.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Hunter squints his eyes and his feet are held in a wide stance. A fighter's stance.
"You heard me," I say.
I see Natalie waving her hands at us, telling us to stop.
"You guys are being ridiculous. Please don't do this. The whole block's going to hear you both acting like idiots," she says.
But we both ignore her. It's as if a wick on a stick of dynamite has been lit, and the flame is traveling toward the TNT. There's no stopping us now. There's going to be an explosion any minute.
"You think you're so fucking tough, but you know what you are? You're soft. And scared," Hunter sneers.
"Soft? You couldn't keep my fucking pace if you tried." I almost laugh. He wouldn't last one round with me in the ring. It's a joke to even think about.
Hunter throws his shoulders back and moves toward me, closing the distance between us. We are so close to each other now that I can practically feel his breath on me.
"A fight with you wouldn't go the fucking distance. Mark my word on that," Hunter says.
"I eat through fighters like you," I say. "You want me? Come get me. I'm right fucking here." I throw my hands up in the air, taunting him.
As I say this I point to my chest and open my arms, taunting him some more with the easy access. If he wants the first punch, he can have it. He stares at me for a moment, as if he's deciding whether or not to make the first move.
I'm so mad I decide to taunt him some more. "I ain't got nothing but time, Hunter. Let's go tough guy. What the fuck are you waiting for? You can sneak behind my back with Natalie, but you can't back that up to my face. You gonna stand up and do something, or are you gonna stand there like a little bitch?"
Hunter is breathing hard; his nostrils are flaring. He clenches his fist and says through grit teeth, "You're a fucking bitch. You wanna fight? I'll make easy work of you."
I laugh. "Sure you will. I'll knock you the fuck out! It'd be like watching a lion fight an ant. It's not even a fair match up."
Hunter holds my gaze. "We can settle this in the ring," he says.
"That's hilarious. I run the fucking ring. ME," I growl. We're now circling each other with fists clenched. His eyes are slightly squinted i
n anger and I can see the tension in his shoulders. My own heart is kicking in my chest and it's taking everything for me to not knock him out right now. If this keeps up, we won't make it to the ring. This will have to get settled right here. Right now. But I sense Natalie standing there in my peripheral vision. She seems worried that we're going to brawl right here in the office of the Gazette.
Hunter tightens his jaw. I can see him clench his teeth as well. "For all of your talk about honor, you sure don't know how to honor the dead."
Out of all the insults that we've exchanged, that one stings the most.
"Don't you fucking dare bring up Sarah. This has nothing to do with her. We can arrange a fight, but I'm warning you now. Prepare to get your ass schooled," I growl.
"I'll never taste defeat. Not from you. Not from any other fighter," Hunter growls. "I see your mouth moving but I don't hear shit."
Natalie steps between us. She's now refusing to stand on the sidelines and be a passive observer.
"Enough! Both of you—stop! Just stop!"
She positions her body right between both of our chests, and now we can't ignore her.
"This is my fault. I know that, and I feel bad," she says. From the look on her face, she's sincere. "I don't want you guys to fight. I don't want you to break your truce because of me."
Hunter and I are still staring at each other, our bodies tense, but I take a couple of deep breaths to steady my anger, and I unclench one fist. Hunter sees this and does the same.
"That's better," Natalie says. "Much better. Just forget that macho talk, will you? You guys are both great fighters. I know that … the world knows that … and there's too much at stake to end your no-fighting truce. There's no need for a fight. I mean it. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
I nod a little. As much as I hate to admit it, she's probably right.
We made Sarah a promise that we wouldn't fight each other. We should keep that promise. I look over at Hunter, and his anger seems to be subsiding as well.
"I have an idea," Natalie says. She drags one hand down my chest, and another down Hunter's chest. Then, running her moist tongue over her lips, she purrs, "I want both of you."
Natalie
I’m standing between the two of them. I don’t want them to fight. I want everyone to stop the fighting. I want them both the same and they need to accept it.
I look at Logan and then Hunter. “I want you both. Right here. Right now.”
“I don’t know about that,” Logan says.
Pursing my lips, I look from one to the other and let them know exactly how I feel. “I’m not asking you… I’m telling you,” I say. I don’t know where this surge of confidence came from, but it feels good to stand up to them. I want nothing more than to feel both of them at the same time. I’ve had Hunter and he was amazing. I’ve had Logan and he was also amazing. I think about how mind blowing it would be to have both of them fucking me at the same time.
Right here, right now.
I start rubbing my hands along my body. Pausing to squeeze my nipples. I bite my lip and let out soft moans as I run my hands over my hips and stomach. Feel the fabric of my shirt under my hand. Just lightly touching myself like this is starting to drive me crazy.
I reach my hands out and begin to rub their cocks. Both of them are already hard and I run my hands along the length of them through their pants. Now that they are both here together, I realize that they are just about the same exact size, which will make it easier when they both start fucking all of my holes. I won’t have to adjust differently for each of them.
And then they are both on me. Logan turns me toward him and starts kissing me. As his tongue encircles mine, he pulls me into him. I feel Hunter coming up behind me. I turn and look at him and he moves his head so our mouths can touch.
While Hunter and I are kissing, Logan runs his hands along my body. He reaches the top of my shirt and undoes the buttons. I have never been so happy to wear a button up shirt before. He starts undoing each button one by one until my shirt is open. Hunter and I stop kissing and I turn back to Logan who’s kissing my chest. He stops at the edge of my bra.
Hunter helps me remove my unbuttoned shirt and then he undoes the clasp of my bra. Logan slides it down my arms. My breasts are out and they are both rubbing them. Touching them and feeling them, squeezing my nipples.
Logan gets onto his knees and pulls my skirt down, Hunter starts kissing my neck. I have chills running through my body because of how turned on I am by what is going on. They are both touching and kissing me. Logan is sucking on my tits and licks down my stomach. It’s hot and I think he could win in a competition for seduction.
My body is trembling beneath their hands and mouths. I want more. I want to feel both of them at the same time, shoved inside of me. I want to feel them fuck me and make me cum over and over again.
This is so hot and I can’t believe I’m doing it. I’m so turned on as this has always been one of my biggest fantasies. Logan has his mouth on my panties and gently nibbles before he moves it off to the side and starts licking my clit. Hunter returns his mouth to mine, but he also puts both of his hands on my tits. Squeezing and playing with them.
Logan’s tongue running along my clit feels so amazing. I can’t help but move my hips. I let out a small moan. He presses his tongue harder into my clit. The feel of his mouth on me there, is amazing. I feel the wetness of his mouth and the firmness of his tongue, it’s the perfect combination to really get me going.
I know I’m in my office and could get fired, but the rush of being with two guys at once is making it so worth it. I wonder if there is a video camera somewhere in here that could be recording us right now. Our own little sex tape.
Logan stands up and clears off my desk.
“Hey, watch it,” I say jokingly in protest.
“I’ll clean it up later,” he says.
Hunter picks me up and puts me on my desk and then he pulls my thong down. I spread my legs as I sit there, waiting in anticipation for what they might do. They are both staring at me. Exploring my body with their eyes. Their gazes are intense and I feel wetter than ever before. Hunter takes a step forward and I feel my heart rate quicken. And my breathing almost stops all together.
He slides a finger inside of me and there’s a shiver that runs down my spine. He slides in a second finger and begins to move his fingers in and out of me in a faster motion. Logan’s standing there, staring at me, watching me be pleasured. It’s so hot, dirty and it’s intensifying the entire experience.
“Mmm,” I moan as Hunter starts fingering me harder. His fingers are moving in and out of me so fast. “Please. Don’t stop.” I’m really close to cumming. Closer than I’ve ever been this fast before. I want to watch them, watch me cum. I want to give them a real show.
I make eye contact with Logan and then Hunter and then I’m cumming. Hunter removes his fingers from inside of my pussy and you can see my wetness all over his hand, my desk and my thighs.
“Holy shit,” Logan says.
“Yeah. That was fucking hot,” Hunter says. He has a wild look of lust in his eyes that almost makes me want to cum. I love being looked at like that. Being desired. Being wanted. It’s so hot.
I look at Logan and notice both of them have wild looks in their eyes and before they say anything at all I climb off the desk and get on the floor in front of them. Logan starts unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and then he slides them and his boxers off. Hunter quickly follows suit.
I grab both of their cocks with each of my hands and I move my hands up and down them. I bite my lip. I put my mouth around Logan’s huge cock while I continue to slide my hand on Hunter’s.
Logan sucks in air through his teeth as I move my mouth all the way down his shaft. He’s fully in my mouth and I pull my head back and do it again. I gag myself a few more times, quickly and then move my body so I can do the same thing to Hunter.
I put Hunter in my mouth and then wrap my other hand around Logan.
I slide my hand along the length of him while I make myself gag on Hunter’s thick cock. He puts his hands on the back of my head and helps fuck my mouth. I pull back and make them move next to each other.
It’s easier for me to keep switching between them.
“This is so fucking hot,” I say to them.
I take Logan into my mouth and then I switch over to Hunter’s. Each time, making sure to gag myself on their dicks. I keep switching between them, doing the same exact thing to both of them each time so that they don’t feel like they are missing out on anything. And I really just want to feel both of their cocks.
“Stop. I want to fuck you now,” Hunter says, as my mouth is wrapped around Logan’s cock. I gently pull my mouth back and stand. Hunter picks me up and places me on my desk. I spread my legs and he pulls them toward him so he can get a better angle. He scoots closer and I can feel the tip of his cock.
He starts rubbing my clit with his cock. I want to tell him to stop, to just fuck me, but I let him continue to tease me. Mostly, because it feels good.
Hunter’s hand goes to my throat and he gently wraps it around. It’s fucking hot that he’s doing this and I can see Logan out of the corner of my eye, just watching us as Hunter shoves himself inside of me.
“Ooo,” I moan. It feels so good to have him fuck him right now. To feel his cock inside of me, sliding in and out. Especially with Logan watching us. I meet his eye and he smiles. He walks over to me I turn my head toward him, Hunter lets go of my neck, and puts my mouth around his cock.
They are both fucking me at once now and I love it. This is hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Logan places his hands on my heads and starts fucking my mouth. I feel him hit the back of my throat, over and over again. He tastes so good.
My office is filled with only the sounds of our moans, my own sounding muffled, and Hunter fucking me. It’s so fucking hot. As I suck Logan, I watch as Hunter thrusts himself in and out of me. He has his arms wrapped my legs while he is holding them up. He’s deep inside of me, his cock shoved all the way in, continues to slam into my pussy. Logan pulls his dick out of my mouth and Hunter thrusts into me again and again and again. Each time it gets a little deeper, a little harder.
