“That’s so fucking hot,” Elliot exhales, finger-fucking my ass with two thick digits. “You are so fucking tight, Scarlett.”
Mark opens his eyes and looks down, focusing on my body. He dips two fingers into his mouth and snakes his hand around to the front of me, connecting the pads of his fingers with my exposed clit. He slides his fingers over it, and with every little movement makes me feel closer and closer to cumming.
“That’s it right there,” Elliot says darkly, “play with that little clit, I wanna feel her ass squeeze up when she cums.”
“Oh god,” I moan, my body electrified by his words. The hard pressure inside my body from Mark’s heavy cock and Elliot’s expert fingers is too much to take. “I’m cumming,” I cry out.
They don’t stop - it only makes them go faster, with renewed vigor and energy. Elliot pushes his fingers deep inside me and then finally pulls away, and slides next to me on the desk. Mark takes his cock out of me and Elliot flips me over, pulling my ass against his cock, and slides me down onto it. He scoots back on the desk and pulls my hips back with him so his cock is buried deep inside my ass.
“It’s a good thing I made you nice and ready for my big cock,” he growls into my ear, “because you are so tight back here.”
He pulls my hands behind my back and pins them between us as Mark takes a step toward me, licking his luscious lips as his eyes drag up and down my body.
Mark pushes my legs apart and positions himself with his cock against my raw opening. I am already so full, and my pussy feels so tight that I don’t know how he is going to manage to fuck me like this.
“Relax,” he says, pushing the head of his cock into my opening, “Scarlett, you are so tight.”
I untense my shoulders as Elliot puts his hands on them, kneading my muscles. It takes me out of my own head for a moment, and Mark locks his eyes with mine, pushing his cock all the way into my pussy.
“That’s it,” Mark says, sliding his hands down to my breasts, taking my nipples between his fingers. “Nice and slow at first.”
“Mmm,” I moan wantonly, throwing my head back. Their speed intensifies, and I close my eyes tight, colors popping inside my vision like fireworks. “I love when you take me like this.”
“We love you, Scarlett,” Mark says, pressing his forehead against mine. My eyes flutter open. Elliot kisses my shoulder.
“It’s true,” Elliot says, “we have both fallen in love with you.”
Mark kisses me on the lips, tipping my chin up with two fingers.
“I love you too,” I say, “both of you.”
Their arms wrap around me, and I don’t know where I begin and each of them ends. My body and my mind are spinning, delirious with pleasure and happiness.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Elliot says, nipping my earlobe with his teeth. My belly flips and butterflies erupt inside it, their wings tickling my insides.
I feel both of their big, heavy cocks slamming inside me with perfect rhythm, and Elliot’s fingers pinch and twist my nipples.
“Cum with us, Scarlett,” Mark says, putting both of his hands on the desk next to Elliot’s hips. “Cum with us.”
His command is so simple, and I shut my eyes as his lips come down on mine, Elliot’s lips on my cheek, and I feel myself shudder as I spill over into another orgasm. I tense up as they ride me, taking me over with their bodies and their hearts.
“You are perfect,” Mark says, pushing my hair away from my face.
“And you’re ours,” Elliot adds.
“Yes,” I say, “I am yours. All yours.”
Scarlett - Six Months Later
Welcome, welcome!”
Carlo hands me a microphone with a smile as I hop behind the bar.
A crowd of faces turns to watch me. Carlo turns the music down.
“Welcome,” I say again into the microphone. “Thank you all for coming out. Welcome to the grand reopening of The Gutter. As you all probably know, we are under new management. Sort of. I am still the owner and I will still be here, but I have two new equal partners who are here to bring a fresh perspective.”
I glance around the bar, searching for Mark and Elliot, and I find them tucked into the corner, looking devastating in their suits and ties. Mark’s also wearing a cowboy hat, and I shake my head and smile.
“A fresh perspective and a new sense of style,” I say, gesturing to them. “We have a new menu, new deals, new games, new everything. But it’s still the same place you grew up with. Still the same place you know. Still the place you can come for some good, clean fun.”
Mark winks at me, and I can’t stop smiling. My heart is full. My parents would be proud.
This is everything I’ve ever wanted.
“So I won’t bore you any longer,” I say, “enjoy cowboy night!”
I give Carlo the microphone and he wraps me up in a big hug, gesturing over to the boys with a nod.
“Go over to the guys,” he says, “they have a little surprise for you.”
“Thank you,” I say, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“For what?” he asks, taking a sip of his beer as he smiles.
“For being a loyal employee. For being here for me.”
“I knew you would turn this place around,” he says, “now go.”
I grab three beers and go over to Mark and Elliot, squeezing through the crowd, weaving between people I’ve known for years and people I haven’t met yet.
“Hello,” I say, handing each of them a beer. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Where else would we be, miss?” Mark says, tipping the brim of his hat down.
“We are equal partners, remember?” Elliot says, putting an arm around me, “that means we wouldn’t miss cowboy night for the world. Plus, we need to immerse ourselves in the business if we are ever going to be as good as you. I was just explaining to Mark here what the term ‘double wood’ means.”
“I am just learning so much here. It’s very exciting. Oh, and we have a little something for you,” Mark says, bending down to grab a big white shopping bag from the floor.
“Carlo told me you guys had something for me,” taking the bag, “that’s so nice! What is it?”
“Open it,” Elliot says.
I peek inside and see a shoe box, and I take it out, placing it on a nearby table, and find a pair of cowboy boots inside.
“Oh my god,” I laugh, “this is so cute!”
“We remembered you mentioned the cowboy boots they used to sell at the thrift shop,” Elliot says.
“That’s really nice of you,” I reply, a smile playing on my lips. “Like, really nice.”
“There’s something else,” Mark says, putting up a finger and going into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He finds an envelope and pulls it out, handing it to me casually.
“What’s this?” I say inquisitively.
“You have to see,” Elliot replies.
I open the envelope and my fingers begin to tremble as I see what’s inside. My stomach flips over when I see what’s written on the thick paper in my hands.
“Really?” I say, looking Mark and Elliot, “Paris?”
“That’s right, baby,” Mark says, hugging me, “you deserve a vacation. You work hard enough.”
“We can’t wait to take you. We know you’ve never been there before,” Elliot says.
“And we can all practice our French there!” I say.
This is just the icing on top of a cake that is so sweet and delicious and good for me all at the same time.
“Nous t'aimons,” Mark says, looking between me and Elliot.
My heart soars and I close my eyes, lost in their embrace.
“I love you too.”
THE END
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