“Scarlett, we’re taking you out to dinner tonight. Someplace nice. What you’re wearing is perfect. We will pick you up at eight.”
I swallow hard as the two men get up and shake my hand before leaving the room. I’m left sitting in my cramped office, dumbfounded, my mind spinning, because that did not sound like a formal invitation to a business dinner.
It sounded like an invitation for a date.
With both of them.
And the trouble is that I want it to be with both of them.
Mark
I’m glad I talked some sense into you, Elliot,” I say, rubbing my hands together slowly.
We are outside Scarlett’s apartment, waiting for her to come down.
I haven’t been this fucking hard before a date in...well, ever. And I haven’t been this excited for a date in a long time, either. That’s because I don’t usually plan dates in advance. I’m not the guy who gets to know you and asks you out. I’m the kind of guy who makes eye contact with you from across the bar and then has you in the bathroom on your knees twenty minutes later. It’s not classy, but that’s me. I’m a little dirty sometimes.
“I still don’t understand how this is going to work,” Elliot says.
He’s the worrier of our little duo. He’s such a smart guy, and sometimes it can get the best of him. He’s a perfectionist, and sometimes that holds him back from making a move. He wants everything to be perfect before he acts. And nothing is ever up to his high standards. It makes me immobile, paralyzed by indecision.
That’s why he and I are such a good team.
“Did you see the way she looked at us? Trust me, she wants this,” I say. I don’t want my buddy to see, but my pants are tenting with the pressure of my hardon pressing into them. All I can think about is Scarlett’s ass swaying in that curve-hugging little sin of a dress of hers.
“Remember the time you had that disastrous meeting with the guy from Collins-McGovern?” Elliot asks, looking past me up to Scarlett’s apartment. “I remember being so fucking proud of you for telling that guy to kiss your ass.”
I laugh at the memory. He’s talking about this time we had a junior partner from a similar kind of firm at our offices where we interned and then were offered jobs after the summer completed. This guy asked if he could speak with someone with more experience, and I tried to be cool at first, and I was actually succeeding, until he excused himself to call his dad and asked why he wasn’t meeting with one of the more senior partner. I heard every word, and I told him that I was actually the one who was meeting with someone below my level, and I did it in a polite fucking way, and that he shouldn’t run to his dad every time something doesn’t go his way. Told him it was unbecoming for a boy his age.
I was prepared to get fired, and instead I was offered a promotion, skipping right over the junior analyst position I’d be given just a month earlier, and instead had a team of four analysts working under me.
“Yeah,” I say, “of course I remember. How could I forget?”
“I just remember being so fucking happy for you. The way you took charge of the situation and the way you just said what was on your mind. And that promotion, man, you deserved it just based on the leadership and control you showed over the situation. And I remember a couple guys in the office thought you didn’t deserve it. But I did. And I was fucking happy for you when I saw you succeed. I don’t know what the hell it is, but I’ve never felt any jealousy toward you. I feel like your victories are my victories, in a strange way.”
“I don’t think it’s strange,” I say, smiling at my best friend.
He looks past me out the window, and I know what he’s looking at.
Or who he is looking at.
I turn to see Scarlett walking toward the car, and I swing the door open to get out.
“Good evening,” she says sweetly.
Her hair is now flowing around her face in loose, pretty waves like it was last night, and all I want to do is lace my fingers through it and do what I’ve wanted to do since the very first moment I saw her.
I get out of the car and kiss her on the cheek, and guide her into the backseat. She slides in next to Elliot and crosses her leg toward him, sexy as all hell, and looks over to me like she’s just waiting for me to get in there with the two of them.
“Nice to see you again,” Elliot says as he motions for our driver to start off.
“Have you given any more thought to our proposition?” I ask, putting my arm across the back seat of the car. She shifts in her seat, and her smooth, milky thighs rub together, making me imagine spreading them open right here and now.
“I have thought about it,” she says, “but is this a business dinner? Are we going to be discussing the deal this evening? Because I have to admit that I haven’t come to a decision yet. You know how hard these things are. There is so much to consider.”
“We don’t want to rush you,” Eliot says softly, “we were just wondering where your head was at with everything.”
“And no,” I add, “for the record, this is not a business dinner. Not exactly. We wanted to take you out to show you a nice time. You work hard. You deserve it. And there’s no rule that says you can mix a little bit of pleasure with business.”
“If it was a nice time you were looking for, you should have asked me to show you around the town. Elliot, I know you are familiar with it, but as you mentioned earlier, a lot has changed. I could have shown you a nice time at the bowling alley,” she chirps brightly.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever actually bowled,” I laugh.
“Man, you have to,” Elliot says. “You’d like it. Scarlett, he likes to think he doesn’t get all hyper-competitive, but he does. You’ll just have to wait and see.”
“Anyway, we aren’t taking you out for dinner out here. We are actually on our way to the City. I hope you don’t mind going a little bit farther than you might have assumed.”
“Oh,” she says, smiling at me, “I don’t mind at all. Things can definitely get a little old here, with the same bars and the same people. I’d love to take a trip to the City. I don’t to go as much as I’d like.”
“Then you’re in for a treat,” I say, “and we promise we will get you home before bedtime.”
“Before bedtime,” she laughs. “I haven’t been sleeping much lately anyway. Maybe you two could tire me out, make me nice and ready for a good night’s sleep.”
She says it so sweetly, and I’m not sure if she knows she is teasing me. Teasing us. Elliot flashes me a look, his jaw tensed up, and bites his lip as his eyes trail from Scarlett’s eyes and lips down to her perfect, round breasts and hips inside that scandalous dress she has on.
“Why haven’t you been sleeping well?” I ask, letting my fingertips tease her shoulder. She looks up at me with her lips parted and absolute desire swimming through her eyes.
“Stress,” she says, “and last night I couldn’t sleep because I had something on my mind.”
“The deal?” Elliot asks.
“No,” she says, “not the deal.”
I slip my hand around her waist and she turns toward me, her gorgeous eyes trailing down from my eyes to my chest.
“What then, Scarlett? What kept you up all night?” I ask, cupping her cheek with one of my hands, the other on the small of her back.
Elliot signals for our driver to put up the divider between the front and back seats, and slips a hand onto her knee. She squeezes her legs together and her eyes dart up to mine again.
“Was it this?” Elliot says, his voice tinted with darkness and desire. “Were you thinking of us?”
“Yes,” she whispers slowly. “I don’t know what it is about you. I couldn’t sleep.”
“What were you doing instead?” I ask, moving my hand down her cheek to her neck. Her eyes flutter closed and she leans her perfect face against my open palm.
“Did you touch yourself, Scarlett?” Elliot asks.
My cock is raging inside my pants, harder than
a diamond, harder than it’s ever been before in my whole life. I watch my best friend and business partner push his hand slowly over Scarlett’s knee, and she spreads them apart slowly, the bare skin being teased by his fingertips.
“No,” she says softly as she looks over at Elliot, “but I wanted to.”
“Why didn’t you?” he asks, his hand disappearing under the hem of her dress.
Her eyes flutter closed and her head falls back softly onto his chest as she leans back onto him.
“I didn’t know what it would mean,” she says. “I...I was thinking of both of you. Equally. With me.”
“You want us to take turns with you?” I groan as her knees spread open as far as they will go in her little dress. I can’t see what is happening, but I know Elliot’s hand is moving farther up her inner thigh. I adjust myself and all I want to do is take my cock out and stroke myself. This is the hottest thing I have ever seen.
“You want us to swap you back and forth?” Elliot whispers roughly, putting a few kisses on her neck, “or do you want us to take you at the same time?”
“Oh my god,” she moans, her back arching, her ass grinding into Elliot. He pulls her toward her onto his lap and they turn together slowly so they are facing me.
“Sexy,” I groan, putting my hands on either of her knees. I pull her feet up onto the seat and spread them open so they are on either side of me, and as I face her, I see up the hem of her skirt, at Elliot’s hand inching up even higher.
“This is crazy,” she breathes, opening her eyes, but she doesn’t want to stop. She doesn’t want Elliot to stop, and I can see in her eyes that she just wants me to join them.
“Crazy or right?” I say.
Her feet are on either side of me, and her shapely calves in her black high heels are making me crazy. I push both of her legs up so she is bent at the knees, and while I’m looking at her legs and moving my hands up from her ankles, I hear Elliot unzipping her dress.
“You are so beautiful Scarlett,” he says, pushing the dress off her shoulders slowly. “You are so sexy. So fucking hot.”
I move my hands up higher and when I get to the hem of her little black dress, I push it up her thighs.
“Oh god,” she moans, spreading her legs open for us.
She is wearing a tiny little lace thong, and I can see it is soaked through for us.
“You wore that because you knew you were going to let us do this to you?” I say, pulling myself toward her. “You knew you couldn’t resist us.”
“I hoped this would happen,” she says, “but I didn’t think it would ever really happen.”
“So why’d you wear these sexy little panties,” Elliot says, pushing her dress down to her waist. The black panties are complemented perfectly with a matching black bra. It pushes her tits up and together, but she is so perfect and it looks so classy on her.
Classy and fucking gorgeous.
“I wanted this to happen,” she repeats, moaning, “so I guess I wore the panties for confidence. I never dreamed this would really happen.”
“How could you have dreamed,” I say, my hands wrapping under her ass, “if the thought of us kept you up all night long?”
Elliot unclasps Scarlett’s bra from the back and lets the black lace fall away from her perfect breasts, taking both in his hands, massaging her flesh and taking her nipples between his fingers.
“Oh god!” she gasps, her head falling back against Elliot’s chest.
I take one of my hands away from her ass and cup her cheek again, pulling her face toward me. I crush my lips against hers gently, and she opens up for me, her plump pink lips tasting like absolute heaven.
I can’t take it anymore, and I kiss her cheek, down her neck, and Elliot moved his hands away from her perky, perfect breasts as I lick and suck her nipple.
“Yes!” she moans, filling the car with her desire.
I watch Elliot’s hands travel down her body and come to her belly, when he travels lower and puts his hands on the insides of either of her thighs, spreading her legs open.
Taking my cue from him, I kiss down her body until I am at her belly, and she lays back on Elliot as I bend down, scooting away from her, and hook my finger inside her panties to move them aside.
“She is so perfect, isn’t she Mark?” Elliot says, his lips on her neck.
“She’s the most perfect creature I’ve ever seen” I growl, inhaling her scent.
Her pussy is tight and clean-shaven, and I lower my lips to kiss her, tasting the sticky sweetness that’s already flowing out of her.
She is warm and so ready for us to take, but first I want us to give her the most incredible pleasure she’s ever felt.
“You’ve never had two sets of hands on you before, have you?” I ask, looking up at her eyes. “Two mouths, two tongues.”
“No,” she moans. “Never.”
She moans as I kiss her clit with my open mouth, swirling my tongue around her sweet little bud as Elliot spreads her legs open. I see his fingers come up to her mound, and he spreads her lips open to reveal her pulsing clit. I push my tongue against it and swirl around it again, taking it into my lips as I finally pull away.
“Oh my goodness!” she moans into the air.
Taking two of my fingers into my mouth, I make them nice and wet before pushing them gently into her hole. She is so tight and she closes up around them, and I just can’t wait until it’s my cock buried deep inside her.
“So you’ve never had two mouths on you at once,” Elliot says as I eat her wet pussy and finger her slowly but firmly, screwing my fingers in and out of her as she pulses and tenses up on me, “and you’ve never had four hands on you at once, so I guess that means you’ve never had two cocks in you at once either?”
“Oh fuck!” she screams, her pussy squeezing up on me tight.
“That mean you want us to take you at the same time instead of one at a time?” Elliot groans, kissing her ear and pinching her nipple with the hand that isn’t spreading her pussy open.
“That sounds so fucking good!” she moans.
Her words and moans are making me harder and harder by the second, and I feel like I could cum right now.
“You taste so good, beautiful,” I say, taking my mouth away from her sweet pussy. “Elliot, you need to have a taste of this.”
“I want it,” he groans, both of his hands roaming over her breasts. “Can’t you feel how hard I am for you right now Scarlett?”
Elliot pulls her into his arms and turns her around to face him, claiming her lips with his as I pull the dress past her ass and thighs, letting it fall down to her knees as she shimmies out of it.
Elliot pulls her against him, taking her ass in her hands and digging his fingers in as she allows her body to fall against him. He quickly tugs her panties down, and I help him slide them down her ass, and she moans quietly as she becomes completely exposed and naked for us.
Elliot pulls her pussy against his face and begins eating her, and the sounds of her moans make me absolutely crazy. I quickly pull my pants down and take my cock out, craving her pussy spreading out around me now that I’ve had a taste.
I’ve never been naked around another guy, let alone Elliot, but I don’t feel awkward about it. I don’t feel strange.
It feels anything but strange. It feels so fucking right to be sharing this beautiful creature with him.
“Oh god,” she moans as Elliot continues to eat her out. I grab my cock and start rubbing myself with a tight fist, and I know nothing will feel as good as her slick wet pussy grinding up and down on me. “I think I’m gonna cum.”
My cock springs and gets even harder when I reach out and touch her ass, squeezing it in my hand as her inner thighs become wetter with her own sweet desire. Elliot’s face is buried between her legs as he licks and sucks and kisses her clit, his hands holding her close to him, wrapped around the backs of each of her curvy, perfect thighs.
“Cum for us, Scarlett,” I groan as my fingers dig
harder into her ass. I stop jerking myself off because I could cum at any second, and I want to be inside her when it happens.
“Oh god, I’m cumming,” she screams, her body trembling and shaking against Elliot, her fingers lacing through his hair, pulling his face between her legs. I can smell her lust in the air, and I can’t believe this is happening right now. This is by far the absolute sexiest and hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
The girl I want, wanting me and my best friend.
Fuck.
Elliot slowly begins kissing up her belly, thoughtfully moving away from her throbbing pussy as she pants and bends over his shoulder slightly, holding each other close.
“That was so incredible,” she says, sliding down his body and collapsing onto his lap. She turns and looks at me and says, “absolutely incredible.”
“You are incredible,” I say, putting my hands around her waist, pulling her toward me. Her eyes trail down from my lips to my cock, and her eyes widen when she sees how hard I am.
As if this moment couldn’t get any fucking more perfect, she bends down with her ass in my friend’s face, taking my cock in her hand and then puts the head between her lips, slowly licking the glistening wet precum from the tip.
“Fuck,” Elliot groans, his hands all over her ass and he looks over at what’s happening in my lap.
Her mouth widens and she takes my full length into her mouth, guiding me in with her hand until my entire thick cock disappears behind her pink, plump lips.
“Shit,” I groan as she slurps up my length and then down again. “You better be careful with that mouth.”
She moves away from me and takes me in her hand, pumping excruciatingly slowly. Elliot comes closer to her and wraps his hands around to her front, taking her breasts in his hands again.
The way she is looking in my eyes and moaning against Elliot’s ear, I know what she wants.
I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and grab the condom I have stashed inside. I knew I would have Scarlett, but when I first saw her, I never thought it would be as hot as this.
As I unroll the condom onto my cock, she can barely wait for me and straddles my lap, pushing her pussy down onto the head.
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