by Ana Starling
Still looking up, I use my tongue to lap at their cocks at the same time, their salty precum blending their manly tastes into one. Gripping their shafts tight, I run my tongue down the length of Derek’s cock, and then I do the same with Kane’s.
Opening my mouth wide, I start by taking Derek’s cock into my mouth. I roll my lips down to the base, and then I take his cock out of my mouth. I repeat the process with Kane’s cock, and I keep going from one cock to the other for what seems like forever.
Sweet mercy, I could keep on sucking them like this for hours without end.
“You keep on doing that, it won’t take long for us to come,” I hear Kane say, and, when I look back up again, the two of them are already busy taking their shirts off.
I look in awe as their naked chests jump into view, their toned pectorals and ripped abs making my heart tighten up.
As they kick their shoes off and step out of their pants, I try to make a conscious effort to stop my jaw from dropping. I mean, sure, I’ve seen both their naked bodies before, but I’ve never seen them together like this.
It’s almost...unbelievable.
“Then why don’t you make me come first?” I find myself saying, the words leaving my lips faster than my brain can process what the hell I’m thinking.
Seems like being at the mercy of two naked men like them is enough to short-circuit my brain.
And I just love it.
Before I know it, Kane has grabbed my wrists and forced me to stand up. He guides me toward the couch and forces me to lie down. He follows after me, positioning himself between my legs.
Without wasting a single breath, he grabs his cock and rubs its tip against my drenched pussy lips.
“Fuck me, fuck me now!” I command him, and he obeys me fast.
He pushes his cock deep inside my pussy, forcing me to let out a wild scream. My scream dies out soon enough, though; moving close to me, Derek grabs his cock and presses the tip against my lips. Hungry for his cock as I am, I simply open my mouth and crane my neck, forcing all his length inside.
Yes, this is happening.
This isn’t a dream.
From run-of-the-mill model to being fucked by the two hottest men in the universe...how fast life can change.
Closing my eyes, I surrender to the moment. I feel their bodies, their cocks sliding in and out of me, and my brain heats up so fast, I wouldn’t be surprised if it started to melt.
Seriously, this is so much pleasure that it should be illegal. I’m not even kidding. Right now, I’m afraid this much pleasure might be the end of me.
Arching my back, I feel electricity crackle on my spine, ecstasy climbing up to my brain. Next thing I know, I’ve taken Derek’s cock out of my mouth, a violent orgasm forcing me to scream my lungs out. My voice fills the room, and it’s loud enough to shatter glass.
Yup, I’m ruining my throat, and I couldn’t care less.
Sliding his cock out of my pussy, Kane stands by Derek’s side. I sit up on the couch, feeling completely exhausted but more than ready for round two. I mean, I still need to feel Derek’s cock buried deep inside my pussy. If I’m going all the way with two guys, I sure as hell am gonna go all the way.
“Don’t tell me you’re already tired?” I tease him, quickly turning around and going down on all fours on top of the couch.
Looking back at them over my shoulder, I wiggle my ass, teasing them some more. And then, something unbelievable happens.
Derek and Kane look at each other, and Kane grins.
“Your turn,” Kane says, and before Derek can do a thing, Kane reaches for him and grabs his cock.
I simply stare as Kane guides Derek’s cock toward my pussy, and next thing I know, my eyes are rolling in their orbits at Derek’s thickness, and what I’ve just seen makes my brain overheat.
They might be rivals, but there’s a lot of more to be said about their relationship. In fact, I can’t help but wonder if, to a certain extent, they’re not using this as a chance to be together.
Jesus, have I ever been this wet in my entire life?
As Derek starts thrusting and my moans fill the air, Kane climbs on top of the couch. We lock eyes, and I can’t help but grin. Running my tongue over my lips, I open my mouth and invite Kane in.
I don’t need to do it twice. In an instant, he’s grabbed his cock and shoved it inside my mouth, burying all of his inches deep inside me.
With one cock in my pussy, and the other in my mouth, I simply close my eyes and enjoy the moment.
And what a fucking glorious moment.
I don’t know if hours have passed, or just a few minutes. All I know is that my body is burning from the inside out, and that I’m more than ready to come again. I feel my pussy tightening up, a thunderstorm of ecstasy consuming every single thought I have, and then, I just let go.
Pleasure rages through me mercilessly, and I start sucking on Kane while thrusting back at Derek, doing it all with a vengeance. I do it as I come, forcing my body to keep working through a storm of ecstasy, and soon, my efforts are rewarded; I feel their cocks twitching at the same time. And, a second later, both my pussy and mouth are being filled by their creamy seed.
I keep still as I feel Derek’s cum drip down my pussy while my mouth is brimming with Kane’s. When they finally pull back from me, I roll to the side and sit on the couch. Looking from one to the other, I run my cum-coated tongue over my lips and swallow, the dirtiness of it all making my head spin.
The two men are looking at me and, for a long moment, both of them don’t say a thing.
Kane’s the first to speak up, but it’s not what I expected.
“What the fuck?” he merely whispers, more to himself than to us.
There’s shock in his eyes, as he realizes what we’ve just done. Before Derek and I can do a thing, Kane simply turns on his heels and gets dressed.
“Kane, wait!” I try, but he’s out the door one second later.
God, no.
24
Derek
I trace the outline of Diana’s naked body; she’s so pleasing to look at. And as I trace the dip of her side right before it weeps outward again to form her hip, I feel twinges of lust flood my body.
I like the way she purrs like a kitten as I caress her butt.
Diana’s body catches the light in a luscious way, strays of it bouncing off her body and crashing into my eyes.
I feel so good, just being able to touch her. Diana is lying next to me, facing the window, while I’m behind her, admiring her perfect shape. It’s different when she’s naked; she becomes more than just a woman.
Now, I know what you’re thinking—of course she looks better when naked.
But Diana really is something. She’s perfect. Every part of her body…perfect. Just looking at her is making me hard again.
I snuggle closer and wrap my arms around her. She moans as I press in harder against her ass. She groans her approval.
Even though she responds to me this way, I know she’s not one hundred percent her. And I don’t need a diviner to tell me why.
It’s Kane. She’s thinking about him; she’s worried. Why did he freak out and bolt like that?
The sex was…interesting, to say the least.
It’s certainly not something I’ve considered before. It’s certainly not something I thought I would have done. Yet, somehow, it happened.
The question is, why did it happen? How could it happen?
There’s something to the “hatred” that Kane and I supposedly have.
Maybe, we don’t hate each other. Maybe our affection for the same girl has unraveled the emotions we have for each other. Because, fuck it, there’s no other way to put it; we certainly feel more than hate toward each other.
All it took was Diana to reveal that.
As I lie with her in my arms, I realize that the stage is set for a relationship that would break the mold, because it would involve Kane.
“You know, you can just ask me,�
� I say in a light tone. “You don’t need to hide anything from me. You don’t need to worry about anything.”
Diana chuckles slightly, which sets my heart leaping.
I begin to wonder just how much I feel for her. Why would I be happy that she chuckles at my words? Why do I care that she smiles at my jokes?
Why do I even care that she’s happy? Why does it feel like her happiness is becoming my primary concern? She’s not the first girl I’ve fucked, nor I’m one of those guys who falls for every girl that crosses his path.
I should just hurry up and leave. I’ve fucked her. I’ve manhandled her into submission.
I won. I’m the last man standing. I got Kane to bolt and run off.
It’s over. I should just go.
Yet, I’m right here, on her bed in her dingy apartment, enjoying the way it makes me feel to have her body in my powerful arms.
She clears her throat. “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Derek.”
“I think you do,” I reply. “I want you to feel free. I promise I won’t judge.”
I feel the expansion of Diana’s lungs in my arms as she draws breath to speak. But then, she pauses, lungs inflated, as she considers a counter thought. Then, she softly exhales and falls into silence.
I wait as she processes her emotions. I can tell she’s on the verge, wondering if she can trust me to actually not get angry.
“Why did he bolt?” she finally says with a resigned tone. “Did he not like it? I mean, did I do something wrong?”
Diana twirls around in my arms until she’s facing me, looking into my eyes. I caress her cheeks, content to just gaze into her eyes like I’m gazing at the stars.
I can see the hurt in her eyes; she’s confused. She doesn’t know how to process Kane’s freaking out. She doesn’t understand.
“I thought he wanted it,” she continues. “I thought…”
I place my finger on her lips and shush her. Tears brim in her eyes, ready to pull off and drop on the sheets.
“Kane…” I start.
I wonder how I’ll explain to Diana the complex relationship between me and Kane. I wonder where I’ll start?
I decide to start at the beginning.
“Kane and I knew each other before we became big shots, before we dominated the industry,” I confess with a sigh.
I watch as the shock explodes in her eyes. It’s so strong, her breathing ceases for a moment.
“We’ve known each other since college,” I continue, remembering those days.
The memories come so fresh to my mind, as though it all happened yesterday.
“Are you kidding me?” Diana blurts, pushing herself up with one hand and using her other as a wedge between her head and the bed.
She’s semi-upright, looking at me with a serious expression on her face.
I nod before I say, “That’s right. We’ve known each other for a long time.”
I pause. I shut my eyes. I let the memories fill me.
I open my eyes and continue, “We were best friends in college. You’d always see us walking together. We ate together. We even shared the same room. This great idea that we were someday going to start our own company? Well, we had it right from our freshman year in college.
“Then the idea was to jointly own the company. We had an idea that we worked on, honed to perfection. It was so innovative, there was no doubt that the idea would take over the market when we finally released it.”
I take a moment to catch my breath. As I do so, I see Diana’s mild impatience at the fact that I’ve stopped. She’s dying to hear the full story.
“Even though we were this formidable teams, and even though we were so close as if we were brothers, we still had different ideas on how to run this company that we were planning. We had different products that we wanted to run with.
“I was leaning more towards the subdued, soft, slow kind of products, while he was more concerned about being brash, rude—kind of in your face, you know?”
She nods. Of course, she knows—she knows us better than anyone else.
Thinking of those times, when we argued about what products we were eventually going to start producing, I can see how it reflected just how different we were, how different we are. In the same way, I turned out to be the calmer, more measured one, while Kane turned out to be the motherfucker with a loud mouth and a thirst for noise and rowdiness.
“When we landed our first investor,” I continue, “we celebrated in a…different way. It was something we never expected. We never thought about it before. One thing led to another, and before we knew it, it was over.”
“What was?” Diana asks.
“The sex.”
Surprise lights up her eyes. “You guys fucked?”
I smile. “It’s hard to believe, huh?”
“You can say it again,” she replies. “I mean, you guys are practically blood sworn enemies. Talk about lying with the enemy.”
“Well, back then we were friends,” I say. “And we’re happy. We had just landed a major investor. We probably had one drink too many, and before we knew it, we were tearing away at each other’s clothes. But then, a few days later, shit happened.”
“Why does it feel like this story is about to take a turn for the worse?” she asks.
“Because it is,” I say. “You’re probably wondering about how we went from friends to arch enemies. Well, here’s the story. This first investor managed to pit us against each other. I still don’t how he managed to do it. Because before I knew it, I was competing against Kane, and he was competing against me. Before long, we had a major falling out.”
“And the investor?” Diana asks.
“He ran away with our ideas,” I answer, feeling the heat of hatred once more; this time, not towards Kane, but toward that fucking investor. “We ended up blaming each other for what happened. We blamed each other for not being more vigilant. We blamed each other for letting the investor in before he brought in money and whatnot.”
Diana’s frowning now. “Who’s the investor? Is he someone famous?”
I shrug. “Maybe. Maybe not. I haven’t thought of him in a long time. All I know is that he made some money from our ideas, and since then, he has diversified his interests and invested in a lot of other businesses. His name is Maurice Whitworth.”
Diana looks shocked. Her face turns pale.
“Uh-oh,” she whispers. “That’s the name of my boss. He owns the company I worked for.”
Just as she says it, I feel panic spout in my heart. I force it down and remain calm, trying not to show it.
“The guy is a scumbag,” I tell her. “Shit. Let me see the contract you signed with him.”
Diana quickly dresses up and goes outside the bedroom.
After dressing up too, I follow her out. I find her rifling through some documents. She pulls out a thick, bound folder of documents and hands them over to me.
It takes me some time to read it, but it doesn’t take long for me to realize just how fucked Diana is.
“What is it?” Diana asks, reading the panic in my expression.
I look at her, and all I say is, “You have to move fast. If you don’t choose one of us now, Maurice will lock you in. And you’ll have to keep working for him.”
Fuck.
25
Kane
The taste of the strong scotch stings my tongue for a moment, right before I send it down my throat.
It burns its way down to my stomach; that feeling takes my mind off what happened. It only lasts for a few seconds…maybe ten at most. But these ten seconds are a glorious reprieve from all those fucking thoughts barreling through my mind at the speed of sound.
The bar’s high sounds do nothing to distract me. It’s so fucking loud in here, even a deaf person would be able to hear the screams, the yells, the loud singing, and the heavy bass that causes the air to vibrate.
It should be fucking impossible to think in this kind of environment, but I still mana
ge to have my mind play host to all those fucking memories of what I’ve just done—or should I say, what has just been done to me.
All I can think is what the fuck?
I’m not in the VIP section today.
The VIP section is for the important, rich, pompous sons of bitches who only know how to talk about themselves and their accomplishments. It’s usually where I go to when I come to the bar, because—well, you can call me an important, rich, pompous son of a bitch.
There aren’t many of us in the world—you can tell from the small number of people in the VIP section. Usually, that’s where you can find me, but not today. Not now.
Now isn’t the time to be all alone in the VIP section, listening to some other guy talk about his fancy house. I might just punch him in the fucking throat.
Today, I’m trying to forget. If I’m with a prick like that, it’ll only be worse.
But even sitting at the bar, sipping my fucking expensive scotch, I still struggle with the memories.
“Want a refill?” the bartender asks.
His voice startled me for two reasons: one, I didn’t know he was standing before me, and two, I’m surprised that I heard him even over the blaring music.
I look at my scotch, surprised. When did I gulp the whole glass? I look up at the bartender.
He must have observed my reaction because he says, “Good, right? So much so that you don’t know it’s finished until I come and tell you.”
I arch my eyebrow. “Really?”
He shrugs and pours me another cupful.
“Put it on my tab,” I mutter to him and bring the glass to my lips.
“That won’t be necessary,” he says.
“Hmmm…” I pause. “Why?”
The bartender nods towards some slut on the other end of the table. She’s a blonde beauty wearing a scanty dress that puts her curves on display. She’s looking at me in a way that leaves no room for doubts.
She’s calling for me to come and do what I know how to do best: fuck!
“She says you look like you need a drink,” the bartender says. “And a little something else.”
