Big Bad Daddies: A MFM Romance

by J. L. Beck

  “Hey.” I look up at him, and he continues. “I won’t make you leave.” His declaration soothes me. So does his woodsy scent filling the air, making me dizzy with things I shouldn’t be thinking about.

  “She wants me to go to a party her new husband is putting on and I don’t want to… She left me with nothing. I’m lost, stuck figuring it all out on my own. What if I fail?” I pout, the tears stinging my eyes.

  “You aren’t stuck or lost. You’re right where you need to be. In my house. In my arms.” His big hands cup my cheeks and pull my face into his. Leaning down he inhales my scent, his eyes growing wide.

  “But what about last night? You and Knox are acting like nothing happened, like you regret it.” I hate the way I sound right now, needy and possessive. Knox and Caine aren’t mine, not really. They’re grown men and if they don’t want me then I can’t make them.

  A smirk pulls at his full lips and his eyes twinkle in the afternoon light, “We don’t regret anything little one. We just feel like we took advantage of you. You’ve been wearing skimpy ass clothes all over the house this last week and it’s had us both lusting after you. We felt bad, wrong for doing what we wanted with you last night.” My heart pounds in my chest, because that’s exactly what I want; for them to do what they want with me.

  For them to take from me.

  For them to give me pleasure like did last night.

  Together. Over and over again.

  I lift a hand and run it along the rough stubble that covers Caine’s face. He looks exhausted and burnt out. I want to make him happy, to thank him for all that he’s done for me.

  Pushing up onto my tip toes, I place my lips against his, feeling the breath enter in and out of his mouth. His eyes seek mine out but I don’t need to look into his eyes to know he wants me like I want him. I can feel it in his possessive touch, and the way he watches me.

  I can sense it like a dangerous fog in the air.

  “What if I want you to lust after me? What I want you to take advantage of me? To make me yours, and Knox’s?” When I’m this close to Caine everything about my life that’s fucked up fades away. My mother. The fact I have nowhere to go if things don’t work out here.

  I let the words sit between us, sticking in the air like a big fat elephant in the room. I let my tongue slip out past my lips and swipe it across Caine’s my eyes lifting to his to gage his reaction.

  A deep rumble fills the room, and Caine’s hands move from my face, and down my body resting against my hips. Then he pulls me in closer to his body, his hard erection pressing into my belly.

  “If you’re only doing this to pay for staying here, you’re in for a rude awakening little one.” He grumbles against my lips. Offering to pay them both with my body wasn’t a bad idea but I don’t want them thinking that’s the only reason I want them to touch me.

  “I want you to touch me, and not because I’m asking you too but because you want too, because that’s all I want. I want to repay you but I’d rather have your touch and know it’s real. I want this, and there’s nothing that can change that fact.”

  My voice is strong and my body shakes with need even as he pulls away from me, making me wonder if this is when he lets me down and tells me he won’t touch me.

  “If that’s the truth. If that’s what you want I want you to go upstairs right now. I want you to strip from the waist down and lay down on my desk.” I blink trying to digest his words as my panties become soaked with my arousal. The image his words bring to mind is beyond hot. Before he can take them back, I turn and run for the stairs.

  When I walk into Caine’s office, seeing his desk is so intimidating. The sunlight filtering in through the windows behind it almost seem to highlight it, making it even more so. I’m supposed to strip and lay down flat on the top? The picture is still hot, but now that I’m here my nerves are getting the best of me.

  I take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut. There’s no way I can take my clothes off while looking at the place where I’m hopefully about to lose my virginity. My sandals and shorts come off quickly, but when I grab the sides of my thong in my hands, I hesitate. Fear has my fingers frozen and my heart starts beating so fast it feels like it’s about to come out of my chest. You can do this, I tell myself. You have to do this. Hell, I need to do this.

  It’s an experience I’ll never be able to have again, and if I chicken out now I won’t ever be able to look Caine in the eyes.

  Drawing in a quick breath, I jerk my thong down my legs and toss it towards the door with a smirk. If I can’t be one hundred percent positive, I’m at least going to act like I am. Then, wanting to prove my eagerness more, I whip off my T-shirt too, leaving me completely bare. Less clothing can’t be a bad thing, right?

  I chuckle to myself trying my best to loosen myself up. I’m nervous but I’m excited too.

  It takes more time than I’d like to admit to walk over to the desk and lay myself flat atop it, my bare ass facing the door. It’s colder than I expect, and I can’t help my gasp as my pebbled nipples rub against the sleek wood of the desk.

  I stretch my arms over my head until my fingers curl around the edge closest to his chair. I’ve seen him sitting in it so many times I can imagine him sitting there now, his eyes caressing my naked body as I stand here waiting for further instruction. I know that’s something he would like. Although, he’d probably like me with my butt facing him if he was sitting in it. That way he could touch me however he wanted.

  The seconds tick by each one making me feel more nervous anxiety. How long have I been standing here? Is he playing with me?

  Heavy footsteps on the stairs startle me and my mind goes blank as I wait for him to come in. All the butterflies in my stomach calm and I’m left with the knowledge that this is exactly what I want...exactly what I need.

  I watch as she flees from the room, her scent still filling the space around me. Inhaling a deep breath, breathing her in, I try to calm myself and my libido down. The last thing I want to do is really scare her. Being a little nervous, a little on edge, is a good thing, but having her be terrified about what I’m going to do to her defeats my purpose.

  As hard as it is, I count in my head, giving her time to get into my office and do what she was told. Or worse, giving her time to lock her bedroom door and hide from me.

  I can’t allow myself to think that way. This is the ultimate test, one that will tell me, tell us, if this thing with her will work or if it’s all wishful thinking.

  Looking down at my watch, I see enough time has passed that she’s either waiting eagerly for me...or packing her things. Shaking my head because I know I can’t allow those thoughts to linger, not if I’m going to take her the way I want to. Forcing that possibility out of my mind, I walk slowly up the stairs, my steps heavier than normal so she has plenty of notice I’m coming for her.

  I feel like the big bad wolf in sheep’s clothing, stalking closer to her, preparing myself to pounce.

  None of the images my imagination has conjured up prepare me for the sight of her bare body spread out on my desk like a naked present waiting for me to defile. The first thing I notice is that she didn’t exactly follow directions. I told her nude from the waist down, but she’s removed everything.

  Not a stitch of clothing covers her delectable body. I should be pissed, should discipline her, but the mind-blowing pleasure of seeing her naked body in the position I told her to assume is too great.

  “Do you like what you see?” Her voice is husky, and her eyes hold mine as she gazes up at me, her perky breasts pressed against the cold wooden desk. She’s bent over, the slope of her back beckoning me to her. I want to kiss that slope, to lick it as it dips low, and down her ass crack, following the trail all the way to her sweet little pussy.

  Would she let me fuck her ass?

  Eventually, I tell myself. She won’t have an option. If she’s going to belong to Knox and I, every single hole on her body will be taken more than once. Not only that
, but we’ll enjoy taking them at the same time.

  But, thoughts like that can wait for another time. I need to keep myself firmly in the here and now if I want to keep from coming in my pants like a teenage boy.

  “You didn’t follow my directions.” I keep my voice level, even though the sight of her has my cock begging to be unleashed. The fact she thought that Knox and I wanted nothing to do with her should tell me how pure and naive she is.

  I knew she was a virgin, I just never expected her to take the our reactions to her as us not wanting her.

  “Isn’t this better?” Her face falls a little, regret filling her soft features. She reminds me of a doll, so fragile and breakable. I could shatter her if I really wanted too.

  I cross the room after closing the door behind me. This office looks a hell-of-a-lot better with a beauty like her on display. Stopping at the edge of the desk I eye her body, trying to figure out exactly what I want to do with her. I never actually expected her to follow through, but damn am I glad she did.

  I knew she wanted me but I didn’t think she wanted me that badly.

  Before I take what I need, I need to clear up the issue with her mother. I need to make sure she isn’t doing this just to get back at her, because I’m not about to be some young girls mistake. If all I am is a way to piss off Angela I want no part of her. Her bitch of a mother would convince her I took advantage, and having an accusation like that leveled at me could ruin everything I’ve spent years building.

  “Are you using me, Princess?” I question, hearing her swift intake of breath. Her chest heaves as I run a finger down her spine. She shivers, and I imagine grabbing her by the hips and impaling her on my cock. Taking her over and over again as she screams for her release.

  “No… I would never do that.” Her voice is strong, and I walk around her to the other side doing the same thing.

  “Before I tell you what I want you to do, I have to know if you’re doing this to get back at your mother. If you merely want to sleep with me to upset her, this ends right here. I won’t be part of some sort of rebellion against her. I may hate your mother, but you won’t use me that way.”

  Maddie’s eyes widen and she pops up off the desk, turning to face me so I can see her in all her naked glory. My mouth damn near waters at the sight, but the enraged look on her face keeps me in check.

  “How could you think I would do that?” Her anger burns out fast, shoulders sagging. “If that’s what you really think of me, maybe I should just go.” She straightens her spine and stares down at me haughtily. “I’d rather sleep in my car than be seen as a girl who would offer her body up for revenge.” I try to interrupt her, but she talks over me. “If that’s who I was, I would have slept with one of the many guys who tried.”

  Just the thought of some other little asshole touching what I’m coming to think of as mine has me rounding the desk to stand in front of her. I’m so much taller I tower over her, but this time I’m thankful for it. I want her to be intimidated in this moment.

  She looks up at me, her eyes looking too big for her face and it just makes her look younger. Standing here fully dressed while she’s not wearing a damn thing makes me feel like a dirty old man. That should be a turn off...but it’s not.

  “I never said I thought you were ‘that type of girl’ Maddie. You can’t blame me for wanting to be sure this is what you want.” I refuse to feel bad about what I said. “Don’t ever threaten me with living in your car again. I can handle almost anything you want to throw at me, but that’s not something I want to even imagine.” Reaching out, I cup her soft cheek in my hand. “You don’t have to do this to ensure you’ll have a roof over your head, you know that, right? If you tell me right now that this isn’t something you one hundred percent want, nothing will change. You can still stay here as long as you need to.”

  Maddie nuzzles into my hand, a small smile tipping up the corners of her mouth. “I know.” Her eyes are so expressive. They tell me enough that she doesn’t have to reassure me, but she does anyway. “I want this more than I can even tell you, Caine. I wanted you even when my mother was married to you, and I knew you were off limits to me. You gave me butterflies and made my heart pound in my chest whenever you were near.”

  Her confession only adds to the burning desire coursing through my veins. I have to have her.. Have to taste her, possess her body like I’ve imagined myself doing pretty much every moment since she moved in.

  I start moving toward her, and she doesn’t seem to notice I’m herding her closer and closer to my desk until she touches the cold, hard side. Her eyes look up at me when she gasps, but I’m past the point of explaining what’s about to happen. My hands grip her tiny waist, it’s so small they completely engulf it, making it even more obvious she was made for me.

  Maneuvering her so she’s sitting with her ass on the very edge of the desk and her toes curled around them, I get down to my knees, doing my best to ignore the way my cock is pushing against the zipper of my jeans in a desperate attempt to get inside her.

  I trail my hands up her calves slowly, massaging her soft skin as I look up at her. Her breath is coming out so fast she’s panting, but she doesn’t ask me to slow down or stop. It’s a good thing, because I’m not sure I could at this point.

  I’ve been jealous of Knox since he tasted her sweet pussy, but now it’s my turn. As much as I want to go straight for the prize, I force myself to slow down, pressing kisses down her left thigh, getting so close I can almost taste her sweetness before switching over to her other thigh.

  She mewls into the air, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling the strands taunt. I can see her desire drip down her thigh, and I lick each drop up with my tongue, the salty goodness slamming into my cock.

  “I want to be gentle with you. To save you for both Knox and I….” I kiss her thigh once more, my fingers trailing up to the apex of her thighs. Swirling two fingers against her clit I watch as relief and pleasure pulse to life in her features.

  “But I can’t.” I whisper nibbling at her earlobe. She makes me feel things I’ve never felt for a woman before and as taboo as it may seem I want all those feelings to come true.

  “Which one can’t you do?” Her voice trembles and I smile, moving my fingers faster against that tight bundle of nerves. When I’m done with her she won’t be able to talk...or walk.

  “Neither.” I growl, slipping a finger into her tight pussy while working her clit. It only takes a couple seconds of said movement and she’s coming against my hand, her toes curling into the edge of the desk as she grips it, holding on for dear life.

  The pleasure flowing through her veins feeds my own and before I can stop myself I’m undoing my belt, the sound of the button on my jeans coming undone resonating through the room and I decide then to say my peace.

  “I have to have you Maddie. I need you like a man needs water. I’m starved. Fucking starved little one…” I swallow hard, wondering if I will ever be able to pull myself away from her.

  “Have me. Take me, Caine. I’m ready to be yours.” There’s no hesitation in her voice and I know she’s ready for this. I know she wants me to make her mine.

  I don’t bother with the condom or any birth control talk, knowing damn well whatever happens I’ll own up to it. All I want is to feel her bareback, her pussy convulsing around my cock while I ride her hard. Pulling her off the desk, I turn her around and press the front of her body down against it. If I look into her eyes while I take her, I’ll come the second my cock shoves inside. Trying to calm myself down, I lick my lips and run my hands down her silky smooth back.

  My cock presses against her backside. Her breathing is heavy, and I know she hates waiting, wondering when I’ll do it. When I’ll slip between her creamy thighs and pierce her with my cock.

  Slipping two fingers into her tight cunt I coat my fingers in her juices and bring them back up to my cock, saturating the velvet tip with them.

  “Please…” She softly whimper
s and I smile like a sick bastard because what I’m about do might be wrong, but I know damn well it’s going to feel so fucking good.

  The heat of his body covers my back. I’m so overcome with need that I moan the second his huge cock slips against my dripping pussy.

  “Deep breaths little one.” He mumbles against my ear, his fingers tangling into my hair as he pushes into me with one swoop. My fingers dig into the heavy oak desk, pain and pleasure stirring deep in my belly. Settled balls deep inside me, I feel how tightly we fit and I want more. I need more.

  The pain of his entrance lasts only a few moments, and once the sting of losing my virginity fades I circle my hips against him, testing the feel of his thickness inside me. It’s so different from anything I’ve ever felt before. His huge cock feels nothing like the one or two of my fingers I’ve used on myself and I revel in the feeling of fullness.

  There’s nothing that will ever compare to this moment, nothing.

  Caine’s hand cracks down on my ass cheek unexpectedly. “Did I tell you to move?” His rough voice makes more of the wetness we’ve created together trickle down my thighs as my pussy clenches around him.

  Hearing his groan of pleasure makes me tighten further, but before I can get used to the feeling, he slides out slowly. I whine, wanting him back inside, needing him back inside, but his dark chuckle tells me he knows exactly what I want and I pout because I know he won’t give it to me until he decides I’ve earned it.

  He’s standing behind me, only the head of his dick still inside me. I bite my bottom lip, hiding my moan of pleasure as I try to push back, to take him deeper inside me, but his one hand on my hip halts me before I’ve moved more than an inch.

  “Do you want to come?” He growls, his voice rumbling through me. I nod my head yes, knowing that if I try to speak it will come out as nothing but a moan.