Satisfied 2X

by Nicole Elliot

  He must have known she was sitting because as soon as he reached the bed, he yanked her legs forward, dragging her ass to the edge of the bed.

  She heard the sound of a cap opening and then the sound of something squirting. She had no idea what was going on.

  “What are you doing?” Her voice was breathy. She was getting a completely new level of education tonight.

  “Shh,” he demanded.

  And then she felt it. Something cool and hard nudged against that forbidden hole. She clenched. He growled, pushing her knee to the side, and in an instant his tongue was over her clit.

  “Oh, oh.” She fisted his hands in his hair, relaxing into the bed as his tongue tortured her with strokes of lightning. He brushed over her folds, sucking on her clit. As she rose her hips closer to her face she realized she had exposed more of her backside than she meant to.

  He pushed the cold metal into her ass. It slid into the tight ring of muscle as if that was its home.

  “Oh shit,” she sighed. It felt incredible. “Oh God.” Waves of pleasure shot through her backside.

  And then he was relentless. His tongue and mouth covered her pussy. He sucked hard, thrusting his tongue in her entrance. The plug inside her was driving her wild. There was so much pressure, but it was like an electric ring of pleasure firing fireworks from her forbidden zone to her core.

  He licked, pushing her thighs wide.

  “Oh I’m going to come. I can’t stop. I can’t…”

  He growled.

  And then she exploded. She felt the rush of heat between her legs. Jason lapped at her as he began to pull the plug and pump it in and out of her. She didn’t think she could take anymore, but she wanted it. She craved it. Hungered for more.

  Slowly she came down from the orgasm. She was panting. Her heart beat wildly. Jason slid the plug from her body. She felt the softness of his lips on her breast, drawing a last lick over her nipple before he stood.

  He strolled out of the room, closing the door.

  Kayla fell back on the bed.

  He had said no commitments. She didn’t have to give them an answer for a week.

  She pulled her knees to her chest, feeling too weak from coming so hard that she knew if she tried to stand, she’d only end up crumpled on the floor in an exhausted heap of limbs.

  She waited for their sounds. For someone to knock on the door. For Wyatt or Jason to call her name. After a long silence, she peeled herself from the bed and stumbled in the dark until she found her clothes. She dressed and slowly opened the door to her office.

  It was empty. Instead of the men, she found a note on the desk.

  One week.

  -J & -W

  She held the paper between her fingers. She looked over her shoulder at the door she had walked through.

  Could she do this? Could she be theirs? Could she sleep with two men?

  Kayla tried to steady herself. Her body still hadn’t cooled. She tucked the note in her bag with her laptop. She had one week to figure it out.

  Twelve

  Wyatt

  He stood next to Jason in the elevator. They had never taken that kind of approach with a woman before. It was unorthodox, even for them.

  “She’s been in there a while,” Jason stated.

  “She has.” Wyatt didn’t know if leaving her alone was the best idea.

  “What did you do to her?” Jason joked.

  “I gave her a fucking explosive orgasm. What did you do?”

  Jason revealed the butt plug. “A little of this. And she loved it. You should be thanking me for getting that ass ready for you.”

  It made Wyatt hard as rock just thinking about her beautiful backdoor. How it tasted. How tight and virgin it was. Virgin. He almost groaned out loud. A virgin ass was worth everything. He wanted it. He wanted her.

  “It’s all or nothing, right?” Jason asked.

  “Always. We’re never fighting over a woman. And we’re never leaving Miller-Wentmore Global at the mercy of one either.”

  “I think a week is a good offer.”

  “It is.” Wyatt nodded.

  Wyatt worried it had been too much too fast. She had admitted she wasn’t very experienced. What if they had pushed her? What if licking her ass until she came was enough to scare her away? What if Jason’s trick with the butt plug scared the hell out of her? Even though she needed it. She was going to have to get used to it if this was ever going to work, but she was so innocent. Had they not prepared her enough?

  He knew it was stupid, but he was nervous. He shouldn’t let a woman get under his skin like this, but she had. They had to have her. She had to say yes, or he knew he and Jason wouldn’t get over her for a long time. Women like this didn’t walk into their lives every day.

  Women like this with such beauty, such brains, such innocence, such amazing tits, such a sweet pussy—they didn’t walk through the office doors every day.

  “What if she says no? Are you going to change the terms with Rudino?” Jason prodded. He was nervous too.

  “This has nothing to do with him or that debt. This is about the three of us. What we want. What Kayla wants.”

  “Yeah, but if Rudino finds out we’re fucking his niece it could change things.”

  “How so?” Wyatt looked at his friend as they exited to the private end of the parking garage. They strolled to their cars.

  “The guy’s a snake. How do we know for sure Kayla isn’t working for him? What if she’s a mole, not his debt?”

  Wyatt used his remote entry for his two-door black sports car. It had a new waxy shine. “She’s not a mole. We both know that.”

  “I don’t want him to have an angle over us. I especially don’t want that angle to be Kayla. She’s already a pawn in this.”

  “I hear you, brother. See you at home?”

  Jason shook his head. “No, I think I’m going for a drive. I need to think.”

  “That’s fair.” Wyatt slid into the leather seats. “I won’t wait up, honey.” He winked, slamming the door and peeling out of the garage.

  He was confident. He knew his time with Kayla in the lounge had been well-spent. He had satisfied her. He showed her there was a way to orgasm she’d never felt before. And that kind of feeling was addictive. He knew she’d want more. She’d want more from him. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be a fucking long week.

  Jason

  He didn’t drive like this much anymore. It had been awhile since a woman had him on edge like this. He couldn’t sit around the penthouse with Wyatt tonight watching football and drinking. He wanted more of Kayla. Damn it, he wanted to keep going. When he was making her come, it took all he had not to bury his cock inside her. To feel the way she clenched his tongue, on his dick.

  He pushed the gas pedal harder. The city faded behind him. He was cruising through suburbs now. A place where what he and Wyatt wanted with Kayla would never be accepted. It was ironic, he drove through quiet neighborhood streets to clear his head.

  He looked at the picket fences and the rows of herb gardens. Freshly painted mailboxes and tire swings hanging from trees. It was all serene and perfect.

  It was how he remembered his childhood until his mom left. He parked at the end of a cul-de-sac. Wyatt knew the full story. He knew how his mother left his dad for another man. She always said he wasn’t enough. He was sweet. He was her best friend. But he wasn’t enough. And that was it. She left with a few suitcases and some money she had hidden in a shoebox in the hall closest.

  As a kid he didn’t understand, but as a man he did. Jason was hell-bent on making sure he didn’t end up like his dad. He never knew which parent to blame. Was it his mom’s fault for being selfish? Did she speak up? Did she ask for what she wanted and never got it? Or was his dad too busy at work to notice her? Did he try to please her and she was too far gone to appreciate it? Did he push her toward another man?

  Jason gripped the steering wheel. That would never be him. He and Wyatt had a deal. Best f
riends who lived life to the fullest together. They made billions. They led the company with vision. And they shared women. No woman would want for anything once they were committed.

  They had tried it twice before. The sex had always been fucking off the charts. Nothing compared to it. And their embarrassment or shyness was gone the second they made their first woman come simultaneously. But with those two girls, they just didn’t have the emotional connection. They tried, but sex wasn’t enough to sustain the kind of life they wanted with them.

  So, after two unpleasant back-to-back breakups they’d taken the year off. No relationship until they found the right girl. There were plenty of girls to fuck in between on their own. But the quest for the right woman had taken longer than Jason thought. Wyatt was picky as hell.

  He cranked the engine. It was late. His eyes burned and he was ready to crawl in bed. He didn’t know what they’d do if Kayla turned them down on Friday. After a year of searching for her, he didn’t want to think about that happening. The tires kicked gravel in the air as he sped out of the neighborhood.

  Thirteen

  Kayla

  All week she went back and forth, trying to decide what was the best approach for the launch. If they rolled it out over a series of weeks it had a better chance to make a lasting impact, but with the consumers’ attention spans, Kayla worried there might be a smaller window of opportunity to make a splash.

  She combed her hands through her hair, ruffling her bangs in the process. Either way, this was a gamble for Miller-Wentmore. It was the most progressive ad campaign they had attempted in years. Her reputation was riding on this.

  “Knock knock.”

  Kayla looked up and smiled at Austin, the account executive who had helped her get her footing.

  “Hi. Do you have an update?” she asked as he walked in her office.

  “You know, it would help if your office wasn’t all the way up on the executive level,” he teased, handing her a file of mockups.

  She blushed. There was no way she was going anywhere near that comment.

  “So which of these do you like better?” She revealed the two different magazine cover options. “I think they are both stunning.”

  Austin rubbed his chin. “The one on the right looks a little darker. Edgier.”

  “And the one on the left?”

  “It has a fresh vibe. Completely new and unfiltered.”

  “Gah,” Kayla groaned. “Making this decision is as hard as deciding between two—” She stopped. “As hard as making a decision between chocolate and strawberry.”

  Austin chuckled. “If that’s your biggest problem, you have it pretty good.”

  She almost whined. He had no idea what kind of decision she was battling. But this cover was worth a million dollars. It had to be the right choice. She couldn’t go back once it was published. This was the exposure MWG needed.

  “I think we go fresh,” she declared. “It’s a new beginning here, right? A change. A time to take chances and try new things.”

  He plucked the covers from her hands. “Ok, I’ll get the rest of the group on it. I think that’s a good decision. I was leaning that way, but I wanted it to come from you.”

  “Why? So I’m the one who falls on my face?”

  He shook his head. “No, so you’re the one who gets the credit when this launch kicks ass.”

  She smiled. “Thank you. And thanks for all your work on this, Austin. You’ve been an invaluable part of the team.”

  “Glad I could help.” He smiled, showing his goofy grin. “We’ve needed you here for a long time. And I hear the bosses are happy with you.”

  “Oh?” She stopped fidgeting with her email and looked at him. “Did you speak to them?” Another week had gone by with Wyatt and Jason making themselves scarce. They were particularly good at disappearing.

  Austin shrugged as he walked away from her desk. “I hear things from the team. They like you and think you’re the best marketing director they’ve ever had.”

  “Really?” She felt the blush on her cheeks.

  “Maybe you’ll get a big bonus at Christmas,” he joked.

  Kayla started coughing. She reached for her water bottle and took a desperate sip.

  “You ok?”

  She waved him off. “I’m fine. Get that to the team.”

  “Have a good weekend, boss,” Austin nodded.

  “Oh shit. It’s Friday, isn’t it?”

  He laughed. “I live for Fridays. You need to work less and play more. I’m going skiing this weekend with my girlfriend. What are your plans?”

  Kayla clung to the water bottle. “I thought I’d try something new this weekend.” She smiled. “I’ll see what happens.”

  “Have a good one. You can tell me all about it Monday morning.”

  “I don’t know about that.” She had to press her lips together to keep from smiling.

  He walked out of the office with the biggest advertising decision of her life in his hands. She realized that somehow in that instant she had also made another decision. One that was maybe even bigger.

  Fourteen

  Kayla

  She didn’t want to check her phone again for the time. It was well after six o’clock she knew that by the way the sun’s rays glowed across her office. The bookcase opposite her desk was orange with the last sunbeams of the day. She had no idea who had decorated her work space, but it was a dream office. The shelves were stocked with classics. She had the latest tech gadgets.

  The leather sofas were a soft white and her accent pieces were touched with lacquered bamboo. Sometimes she liked to take off her heels and let her feet linger over the velvety texture of the faux fur rug. Everything about it was lush and elegant. Sophisticated and feminine. It was as if they knew her before she had ever walked through those doors three weeks ago.

  And what had happened to her in those three weeks?

  On her first day, she had walked in with a price tag on her head. She was worth something to her uncle, Wyatt, and Jason. She was defined by their arrangement. Locked into servitude because her uncle was a notoriously shitty businessman. Somehow the anger and resentment had faded.

  She ran her fingers over the books, giving in to the temptation to take off her stilettos. She now basked in an unbelievable office. She had a staff that respected her. She was taking charge and control of a global department. It was hard to stay mad.

  And then there were Wyatt and Jason. Two men she thought she would always hate. But the hate was never there. It never took hold the way she wanted it to. It would have made things easier if she despised them. It would have made more sense if she loathed their good looks and money. Their charm and sex appeal. It would have simplified the feelings swirling through her. It would have quelled the moral crisis she had for wanting a sexual relationship with two men. Hate would have been an easier answer.

  Kayla walked to the built in bar that had been installed in the corner of the bookcase. She even had ready-made Cosmos at her fingertips. She mixed a drink in a crystal martini glass as the sun sank even further behind the skyline. The regret started to sink in. She had waited too long. She should have sought them out today. She should have done whatever it took to tell Wyatt and Jason that the answer was yes.

  They had given her time. They had given her space. And God, they had given her so much pleasure. Promises of epic orgasms and spreading her sexual wings to a place she could only imagine.

  She took a sip of the pink drink. Why in the hell did she hesitate? Why didn’t she tell them last week she wanted them?

  She flopped onto the white couch, tucking her feet under her. Had she just made the biggest mistake of her life? Her eyes closed as she imagined what it could have been like. The office was quiet.

  And then she heard it. The click-click of the private doors opening.

  Kayla’s heart pounded. Her lungs seized with happiness.

  “Hi, love.” Jason smiled.

  “Never thought Friday would get
here,” Wyatt stated from the opposite side of the room. Her eyes bounced back and forth between them.

  “You’re here.” She knew she sounded mesmerized.

  Jason laughed. “Where else would we be? It’s Friday.”

  “I believe you owe us an answer on our offer.” Wyatt waggled his eyebrows. “Your week is up and we’ve come for what we hope is an open negotiation.”

  “I don’t think there’s anything to negotiate,” Jason interrupted. He turned to Kayla. “Did you have a good time in that room, love?” Jason asked. Her stomach flipped the way he used the pet name for her.

  She was still breathing heavily. She couldn’t believe they were here. She thought she had lost them both.

  Kayla’s eyes softened. “I did.” She bit her bottom lip, dragging her teeth across it.

  Wyatt’s eyes bore into hers. “This is your chance, Kayla. Do you want what we’re offering you?”

  She hadn’t unfurled from the couch. She was paralyzed with shock. Her spine tingled with anticipation. “When does it start?” she asked.

  “Is that a yes?” Wyatt asked.

  Jason elbowed him in the side. “I think it is. Let her talk.”

  Kayla nodded. “Yes. God yes.”

  She rested her cocktail on the table and hopped from the couch.

  Jason folded his arms around her first. She looked into his eyes as his mouth crashed down on hers. He kissed her, holding her up. Wyatt waited for their moment to pass before he walked to her. She turned to him, throwing her arms around his neck. Her body aligned with Wyatt’s as she leaned into his solid chest, welcoming his lips and my tongue.

  Jason laughed. “I think we should take this party back to the penthouse.”