Daddy Daddy: MFM Menage Romance

by Demi Donovan

  It makes me want her all the more badly.

  “Now is someone going to explain to me what you two think you were doing? Because what it sounded to me like was that you were fighting over me and that’s insane.”

  She crosses her arms over her chest and Sawyer and I share a look. I was fully intending on keeping her out of this, resolving things between Sawyer and I man to man, even if it meant relegating ourselves to the level of fisticuffs to figure out the winner, but clearly that isn’t happening now. I get the feeling Sawyer would have preferred to keep Cassie out of this too.

  “We were just talking, Cassie,” I start, her brow cocking up immediately.

  “Is that what you two call talking? Trying to beat the shit out of each other?”

  “Apparently,” Sawyer shrugs, slicking a hand through his ebony hair. “At least we get the message through.”

  I’m graced with a glare that I toss right back at him. Schmuck.

  When I glance back at Cassie, I see her expression falling and her shoulders slumping. My resolve to kick Sawyer’s ass right here and right now lessens slightly.

  “This is insane,” she says, barely more than a whisper. “You two realize that, right? That this is insane. You’ve been friends for longer than I’ve been alive and now you’re fighting? Over me?”

  Her voice gets louder as she speaks and she shakes her head, like she’s disappointed in the both of us. Hell, if I have to take a step back from the situation and look at what we’re doing, I’m ashamed too. So I try not to focus on it too much.

  The fact of the matter is that I found my girl and Sawyer needs to fuck off. If he does that then we can continue getting along as we always have. I don’t see any other way for this to go down.

  “I’m going to go home. I should have done that yesterday. Hell, I should have never left. I knew I was going to fuck this up somehow,” Cassie says, straightening her spine and looking from me to Sawyer.

  The “No” that comes out of both of us is fast and certain.

  “No,” I say again. “You’re not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out with Sawyer, it’ll be fine.”

  Cassie scoffs.

  “You will figure this out? You will decide who ‘gets me’?” she asks, doing finger quotes and looking just a little bit outraged. “I think this is something that includes my opinion as well. You don’t just get to pass me around among yourselves and decides who ‘deserves’ me more.”

  Sawyer and I look at each other and our combined wisdom tells us we should have figured this out before. She’s right, of course. Dammit. Between our infighting, we managed to smoothly forget that there are three people involved in this, not two egos and an aftermath.

  “You’re right,” I nod. “So what’s it going to be?”

  “What do you mean?” Cassie asks.

  “Who are you choosing, Cassie? It’s as simple as that, like you said. It’s up to you. Neither one of us wants you to leave and I doubt you want to go,” Sawyer says, finding the one thing that we can both agree on. “So you have to choose. Me or him. Goody-two-shoes or having some actual fun.”

  “What is this, junior high?” I hiss at Sawyer, feeling like this is regressing more and more to the level of something teenagers should be doing, not three consenting adults.

  Cassie looks lost for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip. I have to restrain myself from going over to her and pulling her into my arms to tell her that everything will work out, that I’ll understand no matter what. Though, truth be told, if she chose Sawyer over me… I’m not entirely sure what I’d do.

  How’d it even get to this point? Fuck. I should have gone to her room that first night. I knew she saw me, I knew she heard me, and I did nothing about it.

  “I can’t choose,” she finally says and the grunt of annoyance from Sawyer perfectly mirrors my own. Before we can start arguing with her about it, Cassie holds up her hands and quiets both of us. “So that’s how it’s going to be. I have my own ultimatum for you.”

  “Listening,” Sawyer mutters, and I motion for her to continue as well.”

  Okay. So. I want you both,” she starts, blushing a sweet tone of pink now. “And I know both of you want me. I am equally as aware that this is wholly inappropriate and that my family can never know about this, but sometimes the heart wants what the heart wants, and so on. My offer is, I’ll be with both of you. Together.

  “It’s that or nothing.”

  “Deal,” Sawyer says, standing up.

  Cassie looks like she could be floored by a feather and I think I’m just gaping at the both of them. Firstly because Cassie would even come up with something like that, and secondly because Sawyer is okay with going along with it. He’s the most possessive guy I know.

  “What?” I say, standing up as well as Sawyer goes and drapes his arm around Cassie. “You want to go through with that. To… share her? We can barely share SCP, that’s why we have the departments split up between us. Now you think we can coexist with her? Together? In the same fucking bed?”

  “It doesn’t have to be a bed,” Sawyer huffs.

  “Are you sure about this, Cassie?”

  She glances up at Sawyer, who is smiling down on her smugly. Of course he’d use even this fucking moment to one-up me. I doubt there’s a smidge of altruism in this for him, he’s simply picking the lesser of two evils. Losing her for good, or sharing her with me.

  Then again, he’s probably right on this.

  “I’m sure,” she nods. “I don’t want to cause a rift between the two of you. It’s either both of you or neither, we can make it work either way.”

  Leave it to the eighteen-year-old to be the most adult person in a room with two millionaire businessmen.

  I take a deep breath, settling myself. This is not the way I saw things going down, but I have to respect Cassie’s say in this. Anything is better than losing her for good. And who knows, maybe in time, I can get rid of Sawyer… For now, it’s the best option I have.

  “All right. You have a deal,” I say, giving Cassie a long look before offering Sawyer my hand.

  He shakes it with a firm grip and for a moment there I think we’re both just trying to see who can squeeze the other’s hand harder. It breaks when Cassie puts her palm on ours. Our bodies are close together, her between us. Maybe it won’t be so bad. When Cassie looks up at me and then Sawyer and smiles a sultry little smile, I know this will not just be any evening at the office.

  “How about we celebrate, then,” she says. “I mean, I have both my Daddies now… I think it’s time.”

  You could hear a pin drop in the office after she said that.

  Fifteen

  Cassie

  I’m no fool. I know this isn’t some sudden meeting of the minds where Parker and Sawyer have laid down their differences and decided to get along for all time. They’re obviously pissed at one another and though they said yes to my crazy little scheme, it wouldn’t surprise me at all if they decided suddenly a moment later to still go for kicking each other’s ass.

  But I don’t care.

  Why not? Because they both said yes and I’m standing between them and my body is flush with excitement. Because both of the men who have been filling my brain with thoughts and images that are far too filthy to put into words are now right here, confirming that they want me and in order to have me, they’ll do anything.

  Even share me.

  My knees are a little weak with the realization and my stomach flutters with butterflies. I have them both and I want them to have all of me in return. Before either of them can change their minds, I get up on my tiptoes, leaning on Parker with one hand on his chest, and seek out his lips.

  He yields to the request for a kiss easily enough, angling down and supporting me with a hand slipping behind me and resting on my lower back. He feels so big and warm and safe as he kisses me, gently this time, taking his time when our tongues meet for the first time. I practically purr into his mouth and it’s painful when I ha
ve to pull away, but I know that feeling of loss will not last for long.

  I turn to face Sawyer, my back to Parker. Parker settles both hands on my hips and when I feel his breath on my neck, it sends tingles down my spine.

  “Are you absolutely certain you want to do this, Cassie?”

  “Listen to the man,” Sawyer adds, a feral spark that I’ve come to recognize gleaming in his eyes. “You say yes and you’re no longer in control. You’re handing yourself over to two men who know what it is to own something completely. We might be willing to share, but that doesn’t mean it will be… smooth.”

  He makes me look up at him by nudging my chin up with one finger, a smirk on his lips. He’s right. I felt so in control and now that is slipping away, making it all the sweeter. I want to be owned by them. I want to be pushed and pulled and to know what it is to have men like these want and desire and fuck me. I want it all.

  “Are you ready for two Daddies, kitten?” he growls.

  I nod my head immediately.

  “Yes. Yes, please,” I say, my pussy pulsing when he says ‘Daddies’. It’s ridiculous how much it turns me on. “I want both my Daddies to have me, to take me… to make me into a woman.”

  I might just be saying what I think they want to hear now, but when the words spill out of my mouth, I know I mean them. I’m desperate for this, for these two men who a week ago, I would have never imagined myself being able to be in the same room with, let alone share a bed with.

  Or, well, a couch or a desk, as the case may be right now.

  “Good,” Parker says darkly, pushing my hair aside and exposing my neck. “Kiss Sawyer,” he tells me, before kissing my neck, sucking on it so hard that I’m sure he’ll leave a mark.

  I’ve never kissed Sawyer before. Looking up at my big bad wolf, I’m intimidated by the thought of doing it. I’ve had his cock in my mouth but I haven’t done something as intimate as kissing, and I definitely think now that a kiss is more intimate. At least the way Parker does it.

  I don’t get time to overthink it because Sawyer’s hands are coiling around my waist as he moves in to kiss me, now truly trapping me between the two powerful bodies of the men I’ve surrendered myself to. His broad chest seems so wide as my palms press against it and when his lips meet mine, I’m thankful that I can lean against Parker because I’m not sure if I could stand up on my own.

  Sawyer is rough, to the point. His kiss is possessive, exploring, marking his territory. His teeth nip at my lower lip almost painfully, but in a way that when he pulls back even an inch, I’m leaning in, begging for more. He doesn’t have the softness that Parker has, only the hard edges, only the ownership. I love it as much as I love kissing Parker.

  “So sweet,” he says against my lips, one hand mussing into my hair now. “What are we going to do with you, kitten? You’re too sweet… If I have too much of you, I might never be able to stop.

  “So don’t,” I beg, the words coming out as a yelp because Parker has slowly unzipped the back of my dress and pushed down the left shoulder of it so he can kiss and suck on the delicate skin there.

  Sawyer answers with a growl, hiding me in the cocoon of a kiss once more, his hands roaming my body now. He helps Parker tug down the front of my dress, trapping my arms in the folds of fabric so when they both grope my tits, I can’t do anything about it. Nor do I want to.

  I groan as their rough, big palms knead my breasts through the pink bralette I wore today, picking it out specifically because I thought today would be special. It’s the prettiest lingerie set I have and I want them to fucking destroy it.

  My nipples pebble as they touch me, Sawyer’s mouth on my lips and Parker’s on my neck and shoulder, Parker’s hands smoothing over my belly when he isn’t tormenting my breasts. I want to beg them to move faster because I’m so wet that I think it’ll start leaking down my inner thighs soon, but at the same time, I want this to last as long as it possibly can.

  This is not something that should be rushed. My first time…

  Sawyer yanks the dress down so my arms are freed, the expensive navy garment held up around my hips. I start unbuttoning his shirt and Parker tosses his jacket to the side. Sawyer helps me by undoing his tie and for a moment, I want to ask him to bind me with it, but that would mean I couldn’t touch him anymore, so I don’t.

  I whimper something between a groan and a moan as Sawyer shrugs off his blue button-up and then pulls the undershirt over his head, revealing his strong, broad body. Unlike Parker, he has tattoos. A hawk is tattooed across his chest and he has half-sleeves on both arms, stopping at the elbow. Seeing him in the office every day, you’d never know the ink is hiding under the pristine and expensive dress shirts, suits and ties.

  I want to trace the lines with my tongue but before I can ask, I’m spun around, meeting Parker’s mouth in a hungry kiss. He yanks my head back by my hair and I gasp into his mouth as his tongue shoves into mine. Roughly, the straps of my bralette are pulled down my shoulders and then my tits pop out as the bra is pushed down, no effort wasted on undoing the clasp.

  It feels heavenly to have them pawing at my tits like that. When one of my nipples is twisted and pinched, I know that hand belongs to Sawyer. Instead of shying away from the spark of pain, it sends a hot flash coiling through me, delicious in its forbidden nature.

  We’re standing in the middle of Parker’s office, with the red of the setting sun still lighting up the sky. Though the building should be mostly empty by this time, and I didn’t see anyone on the executive floor as I walked through it with the food order, I can’t be sure. At any moment, someone could walk in and see me being kissed and groped and teased by the two owners of SCP Limited.

  My two Daddies.

  My knees threaten to buckle at the thought of that. Thankfully, I’m being held up by two pairs of strong arms.

  Parker pulls back from the kiss, only to move down along my body to kiss my breasts and nipples. Sawyer keeps teasing one nipple while Parker sucks the other into his mouth and it reminds me starkly of the amazing orgasm he gave me last night. I want to give him the same kind of pleasure he gave me.

  Sawyer unclips the bralette and flings it aside and Parker takes off his shirt as well, though he’s obviously reluctant to remove his mouth from my body for the time it takes to do so. Blindly, my eyes glued to how Parker is sucking on my breast, my hand reaches back and I feel Sawyer’s giant bulge. My hand grips it instinctively, making him hiss out a groan.

  There’s a hand in my hair then, yanking it back so I look back and up at him as he looms over me.

  “Is that what you want, kitten? We’re moving too slow for our slutty little kitten?”

  Parker straightens up and instead of answering Sawyer’s question, I move my other hand to slowly stroke Parker through his slacks as well. Fuck, he’s as big as Sawyer is… How am I ever supposed to fit both of them, in any hole? I couldn’t even take Sawyer in my mouth fully because I felt like my lips were stretched thin around him and now I’m begging to be allowed to please them both?

  I’m so fucked.

  Hopefully in the good way.

  “Please let me taste you,” I plead. “Please let me have both of you in my mouth… I can’t take the pressure… I need something,” I mewl.

  No sooner than I say that do I find myself being pushed down on my knees, my dress pulled down around my hips. My hair is in loose waves now, untangled from the bun, and my tits are pink from the attention they’ve gotten, small bitemarks from Parker around my nipples.

  Being on my knees in front of both my Daddies, I feel so insignificantly small. My whole body shakes with anticipation, humming with the knowledge I’m about to be able to taste them, side by side, giving them pleasure like they have me.

  When Parker unzips first and pushes down his boxers enough to reveal his huge, hard, veiny and perfectly shaved cock and balls, my mouth gapes open a little. Saliva pools in my mouth and whatever I thought I was before, I know one thing for certain now.
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br />   I want to be the perfect slut for my Daddies.

  Nothing else matters. At least not for now. Kneeling in front of them. Exposing myself to them both together for the first time, I feel like I’m exactly where I need to be.

  “Suck me,” Parker says.

  My pussy pulses. Sometimes, fantasies really do come true.

  Sixteen

  Cassie

  Sawyer takes his time, revealing his cock, giving me time to lavish attention on Parker’s. Keeping my eyes on him, I poke out my tongue and lap up the tiny bead of precum that has formed at the tip of the head but instead of pulling back like I did with Sawyer, I lean in immediately.

  My lips twist around the head and I suck it into my mouth. The hissing noise Parker makes, one hand still gripping the base of his cock as I do so, is music to my ears. Last night, I screamed and I mewled and I begged as he pleasured me and now I want to give him the same.

  He gives me a couple of moments to get used to him. He’s longer than Sawyer is, not as thick but not far off so within the first few tentative seconds, I feel him pressing against the back of my throat, making me already fight with my gag reflex. I want to take all of him. I want to coat him with my saliva and tease him with my tongue and suck on him until he fills my mouth with the cum that I haven’t tasted yet.

  I want them both to do that.

  Fuck, I want everything.

  I want to be raw and breathless and fucked out of my senses by these two men and I’m going to do everything in my power to make it happen. They have all the power, all the control… but they want this as badly as I do.

  My lashes flutter as Parker slowly grinds into my mouth. My palms are pressed against his abs and Sawyer grabs me by the wrist a moment later, bringing my hand to his naked cock. My hand curls around his thick shaft immediately and when I start jerking him off in the same rhythm as Parker is fucking my mouth, he groans, a guttural sound.

  I glance from Parker to Sawyer and back again. They look so unlike their usual buttoned-up, proper selves. They’re both wild-eyed, their muscles bulging, so different from one another but both overcome with desire. Desire for me. They’re so devastatingly handsome that if I stopped to think about this, I think I might not be able to go on.