12
Pierce (Christmas Eve)
I could have kept my hands on Kat’s breasts forever, their soft, warm weight perfect in my hands, but I was more than happy to switch places with Oliver. At first, I thought that I might have been disgusted by seeing the two of them together, but to my great surprise, it just ramped me up further. I wanted to feel all of her, to taste her, to know her as intimately as we could know each other.
And she seemed to want me just as badly. What a wild, impossible thought.
As I stepped in between her legs, her green eyes full of lust, it was all I could do to not take my myself out of my pants and ravage her right then and there there on the bar. I looked to her weeping center, before gliding a finger right down through her slickness. She let out the most adorable little yelp, her nerve endings no doubt sent into overdrive from coming so hard just a little earlier.
“Pierce…” She breathed heavily as she wriggled and squirmed. My fingers played a melody on that sensitive little cluster of nerves, sending her into a growing cacophony of mewls. It didn’t seem possible, but she grew even wetter as I slid two fingers inside of her, curling my fingers to hit where I hoped her g-spot might be.
But it wasn’t enough. I wanted her drowning in sensation, so turned upside down and inside out that she couldn’t tell black from white. So, I bent down, repositioning myself so that I could seal my mouth over her.
I used my tongue in a counterrhythm to the sucking of my mouth, her cries quickly ramping up in a rapid crescendo. She tasted like a heaven, ambrosia had been sent down by the gods themselves, a gift for me to lap up with all the enthusiasm that I could muster.
I pushed up into her relentlessly, chasing her pleasure. It was affirming every time she shook, or jumped, or let out a wanton moan. It was an incredibly masculine feelings to bring such a formidable woman to the edge of her senses, and my fingers continued to play her like a fiddle in a counterpoint of my tongue. Every cry from her was a fresh revelation, coating my brain and making me want to work that much harder. I wanted her to fall apart all around me, so I was burned into her brain like a brand.
“Pierce! Pierce! O-Oh my god!” she screamed, her hands twirling through my hair, leaving it a tossed mess. But I didn’t care, I just wanted to make her cry and whine for more. I wanted to make her swoon for me, to beg me to bend her over the counter and have my way with her. I felt overwhelmed by the need to feel her from the inside, and not just with my fingers. But first, I wanted to make her sing with such vibrato it would wake the neighbors. The smell of her sex as I continued to devour her was intoxicating, sending me into deeper into my frenzy. I had never felt such hunger for someone in all my years. The more she screamed, the faster I twirled my tongue, my fingers plunging in and out of her like a locomotive, my body aching for her to come to completion.
“Fuck Pierce! Oh god please yes! Yes! Yes!” Her breathing quickened, and I could feel her tense, my mouth opened wide and pressed against her until she finally fell apart. I felt my pride soar as she sang like a choir girl, coming against and in my mouth. The taste of her orgasm was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and the fact I had made her come that hard filled me with a sense of accomplishment and newfound determination.
And yet I needed more.I picked her right up off the bar roughly, Kat letting out a squeal of glee as I carried her over to the couch in the corner. Oliver followed closely behind, and I could practically feel the man’s anticipation pulsing behind me. He sat down and I laid Kat on his lap, getting her situated how I wanted.
Once that was done, I pulled my silky boxers down to reveal my length, desperately hard and aching for her. I hadn’t expected her eyes to light up at the sight of it, as if I had just pulled out a bag of toys from old Saint Nick himself to give to her.
Oh yeah, I had something for her alright, but there wasn’t any need for toys here. I was more than ready to satisfy her, and hopefully multiple times.
I put her legs on my shoulders and plunged in deep, a shriek of delight escaping her lips. As I sheathed myself fully inside of her, it was all I could do to keep from completely losing all of my control right then and there. I had never felt someone so perfect, so exquisite and heavenly, her canal clamping around me driving me wild.
All that yearning and longing for Kat had been worth it, the rush of the release of all that pent-up worry nearly knocking me off my feet. But I managed to maintain my stance, and I pumped into her harder, pleased and loud moaning escaping from her mouth to echo against the sitting room walls.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I heard myself rasp, pressing deeper into her, more insistently. For the briefest of moments I was worried that I was hurting her, but she quickly put that to rest.
“Yes! Yes, please! Oh god, Pierce, fuck me harder!” She cried, gazing up at me from Ollie’s lap, her hands around gripping the couch for dear life. I could tell that she was trying to get a hand or mouth on his length but couldn’t quite get the right angle.
So I set her legs down from my shoulders and pulled her back onto her feet, turning her around so that she was bent entirely in half. Her face in his lap, she was now able to lavish Ollie with attention while I continued to work her over.
She let out a pleased sound and went to town, murmuring her enthusiasm for my idea. That only encouraged me more and I increased speed, her head bobbing against his lap as I pounded into her, her cries louder and louder with every thrust.
“God, you feel so good!” She gasped between swallows of Ollie’s length. Her words were like lightning through me, sending pulses rushing right down my spine.“That’s right Kat,” I growled, licking my lips. “So good that you’ll come for me baby. Right here and now.”
My rumble seemed to do it for her, as I suddenly felt her clamp down on me, so tightly that it almost hurt. And then she was unraveling entirely, her throbbing intensely gripping my length, trying to coax me to lose it with her.
I loved every second of being inside her, but I had to admit, having an audience was a bit daunting. Almost like I had to prove myself. I wanted to come inside her and claim her as my own, and every fiber of my being screamed to keep going. But instead I got up and gave the floor to Oliver. Fair was fair after all, even if I hated the man.We switched places, and I watched as Oliver delved into her without so much as a moment’s hesitation. Unable to contain his own moans, their noises combined together, making a pleasant sort of cacophony.
But I wasn’t content to just stand there. Instead, I leaned down and kissed her, wanting to heighten her ecstasy, my hands sliding to her breasts again as I slid my tongue against hers. But to my surprise, she pulled away, shaking her head. “Uh-uh, Pierce,” she whispered, “your turn.”Without a moment’s hesitation she lowered herself, getting on her hands and knees, giving me a sly little wink before taking my full length into her mouth and down her throat. I gripped the couch cushions, the sensations she was giving me sending me straight into outer space. It should have been impossible for someone to make me feel so good, and yet that was exactly what was happening.
Oliver grabbed her by her hair, thrusting into her faster and faster, the speed of her mouth increasing in a perfect mirror to that. I wanted to object, say something about the rhythm connecting the man and I far too much, but that would risk her stopping and that would possibly be the worst thing in the entire world.
Her hands twirled and twisted around the based of me as she mouthed along my length. Her spit trailing down my shaft and pooling onto the rest of me, leaving cooling trails that just made me that much more hypersensitive to her ministrations.
I held on for dear life, my orgasm close at hand, allowing Ollie’s thrusts to help her fuck me with that mouth of hers. She moaned wildly, muffled by the girth of my cock as I pushed into her a bit, bucking into her mouth. Part of me wanted to grab her hair on either side of her hair and thrust into her mouth wildly until I was entirely spent, but I pushed that down. I respected Kat, and I wanted all of us to share
in the pleasure. Even if being greedy was tempting.
Between watching Ollie have his way with her from behind and feeling her messily suck me for all her worth, it was all more than I could take. And suddenly, almost in a strange, synchronized act, we all came one after the other. I filled her mouth, pleasuring burning hot and bright through me. Blinking out my vision for a second and making my breath still right in my chest. Ollie let out a truly wrecked groan then pulled out, his come striping across her ass and back. And Kat, beautiful, perfect Kat, writhed without holding back, her cries barely escaping around my softening dick in her mouth.
I fell against the back of the couch and Kat collapsed into my lap, a messy, sweaty pile. Ollie at least had the wherewithal to grab a towel from the bar then start wiping his mess off of her. He was surprisingly gentle, tender, and I was almost surprised to see that level of sweetness from it. I watched the entire time, waiting for the awful traits that I thought he always had to resurface, but his touches remained light. Caring. And when he was done, he threw the towel to the floor then collapsed next to her. Next to me.
As we laid there, a pile of sated idiots, I felt so satisfied and content. I had never been so aroused or came so hard in all my life, and yet I felt like if I had enough of a rest I could go another round. I really wanted to fuck her again, but the next time around, I wouldn’t quit until I filled her up with my own seed. I wanted to mark her, paint the walls of her inside until she smelled of me.
After a few minutes, my senses started to come back, reality trickling in like a cold leak in a frozen house. The satisfied and pleased tingling all over my body began to be replaced with burning anxiety and guilt. We were The Three Caballeros of fucking betrayal.Our whole trio were traitors to the one man we all cared about the most. Ollie and I were the worst of all, taking advantage of the young and sexually frustrated Kat. We were Michael’s best friends and we had literally just tag teamed his daughter like she was some nobody, some one-night stand that neither of us would ever have to see or respect again. Everything had happened so fast, and our desire for the beautiful, charismatic woman had left them acting like animals. Wild, horny animals.
The guilt weighed heavy on my heart, crushingly so, and while Ollie laid with her and slowly stroked her hair, I abruptly got up, Kat’s head thudding to the cushion with my sudden movement.
I couldn’t stay there, I had to move. I had to get out.
I grabbed my clothes from the floor by the bar and began quickly dressing. I had to get the hell out of there and fast, but my hands shook with such intensity it was a hard feat to accomplish. Every button felt like it took an eternity, especially with Ollie and Kat’s eyes on me. Kat sat up and looked at me, her face full of worry as I got to my socks and shoes. “Pierce! Where are you going?” she whined sadly; her voice full of anxiety. I could hear it, and it scratched across my soul like nails on a chalkboard. But I couldn’t bring myself to even look at her. I couldn’t look at either of them. All I knew was that I couldn’t handle what I had just done, my emotions running high and my mind shooting off into a million different stressful directions.
Michael had helped make me who I was. Sure, I had been on my way when we met, but without Michael’s help, I wouldn’t have made it as far as I had. He had helped me climb towards the top and he had never asked me for anything in turn. And how did I repay the man who helped me seek out and live my dreams? I fucked his daughter in a steamy three-way with his other best friend. I was absolute scum.I made a beeline for the door, Kats cries to me muffled into the background of my mind as I rushed to the car. Like a zombie, I put the key into the ignition then peeled down the driveway and out onto the road, desperate to escape the reality and magnitude of what I had just done. The waves of regret crashed into me like a tsunami, ravaging through my mind and heart until I wanted to crawl into myself and disappear.
All I could do was feel such remorse and regret. Regret for what I had done to Michael and remorse for how I had just stormed off and ignored poor Kat like that. She probably thought I was a complete asshole, leaving without even acknowledging her like she didn’t matter. And now, Ollie was probably cuddling her, comforting her and poisoning her against me.
Then again, I couldn’t blame him for doing exactly that. And I also couldn’t blame her for hating me after how I had acted. Run away from everything like a coward because it was too much for me. Because I was so fucking selfish that I couldn’t face what I had done.
And yet, I knew in deep down in my heart, in that place I tried to ignore most of the time, I wasn’t willing to surrender and let Oliver Price have her all to himself. But on the other hand, how could I be anything with her to begin with? She was Michael’s daughter for fuck’s sake! What was I even thinking?
It wasn’t like there was the possibility of a life with Kat. I was some old man, a friend of her father’s, someone probably at least twice her age. I knew pursuing anything with her was impossible without crumbling Michael and I’s friendship into dust. I would be giving up the relationship I valued the most for a good lay.
Was I a fucking idiot? It seemed so.
I knew Oliver wouldn’t say anything, he was too much of a coward to go to Michael and confess his crimes. The man was about self-preservation at all costs. But Kat was young and a daddy’s girl. Her mother had died when she was five, and it had always been her and Michael since I knew them. Who was to say that she wouldn’t reveal our tryst out of hurt, fucking over Price and I on accident in the process, and costing me the only real friendship I had ever had?“God fucking damn it!” I slammed my hands into the steering wheel in frustration. I had really messed up big time, all the way around. I was in my damn forties, and I sure as hell knew better than to pull a stunt like that, let alone be such a goddamn cad to her after. As I drove towards my house, angry with myself, all I could think about is how on earth I could make the mess right. And furthermore, how I could make it up to both Michael and Kat.
If there was any way it could be made up at all.
13
Kat (Wednesday – Christmas)
As we sat in the family den, Christmas presents filling the bottom of the tree to each other, Dad and I enjoyed the morning opening the gifts we had bought for each other. My father loved watches, so I had gotten him a brand-new Rolex, diamonds adorning the watch face. I also had got him a new tie, some cologne, a gift certificate to our favorite restaurant to have dinner sometime, a new saddle for his horse at Ollies and some new ski equipment. My father may have been fifty-one, but he sure didn’t act a day over thirty. And on Christmas, he still opened all his gifts with wonder and merriment, like a kid getting a new game system. “You are such a good gift giver, Kit Kat” He grinned, putting on his new Rolex and goofily putting on his new ski hat, goggles and gloves. He looked ridiculous, and it made me laugh so hard I snorted. In turn he bought me a bunch of new clothes, jewelry, some books I had been wanting to read, perfume, a new purse, and handed then handed me a little box that had not made it under the tree. The last gift under the tree was his usual yearly gift, a pair of ugly sweater like pajamas that matched the ones he was already wearing. It was an odd family tradition that my mom had started, and once she had left us, we just kept doing it. In a way, it kept her spirit alive during the Christmas season, and dad was insistent on it no matter what. So, I indulged him every year. This year they were blue with snow men and trees, a big sequined snowman adorning the chest. I ran to the bathroom and put them on and came sliding out on the wooden floor in my socks, giving my best tada jazz hands. “How to I look?” I giggled twirling around. “Horrendous!” He laughed. “Come over here and sit, Kat.” I eyed his suspiciously but followed his orders. As I sat, I noticed a small box, wrapped in pink, glittery wrapping paper, adorned with a skillfully tied bow. “One last present from me to you.” He handed it to me and I jokingly shook it, my father laughing at my childlike antics. “Well aren’t you going to open it?” He smirked. I eyed him suspiciously, expecting some more jewelry or
some other trinket. I ripped off the top of the box and my eyes lit up like Christmas lights. Instead of some pretty necklace or ring, inside were the keys to a brand-new Mercedes. I flew over to him across the couch, wrapping my arms around his neck.“Oh my god! Dad! Thank you!” I shrieked gleefully, completely flabbergasted. “I figured it was time for you to have a car of your own,” He smiled, “I know you have full access to all of mine, and my drivers. But I figured you are a beautiful, capable young woman now and there’s no reason why someone so driven like yourself shouldn’t have a bit of privacy to their lives. You are doing amazing things already with this philanthropy project, and I couldn’t be prouder of you, kiddo!”“You’re the best!” I gasped, hugging him tightly again.“I know!” He laughed, “that’s how I afforded the Mercedes! Why don’t we get dressed and take it out on it’s maiden voyage to our brunch spot?”“Sounds like a plan!” I said, rushing with my clothes up to my room and picking out one of the dresses to go out in. My father was so good at picking out clothing to me, it was a hard choice. I settled on a nice little red number, the chest of it decked out in glamorous rhinestones and rubies. As I took a look in the mirror, I thought back on last night in my other little red number and felt a little sad. Pierce had taken off so abruptly, and I had tried calling him, but he wouldn’t pick up. Even though our little romp had been extremely fun, I couldn’t help but worry if he was okay. I shook it off, fanning my face so my tears didn’t hit my mascara, and went downstairs. We went outside and there she was in all her pink, glittery glory- just like the box the keys came in. I jumped up and down excitedly, wrapping my arms around my father again. I couldn’t believe he had gone so far as to get me a hot pink paint job, let alone one with sparkles. “See? It matches you! Completely extra and full of glitz and glamour!” He chuckled, plopping down into the cars black leather seats. I took my seat as well, admiring the rhinestone steering wheel cover. Even the rear-view mirror was extra as all get out, bedazzled and shining.I drove us to our usual spot. And for once we looked a lot more out of place than usual. It was this quaint little log cabin like café out in the sticks, a place where no one would ever expect rich people like us to frequent, which kept the paparazzi at bay. I was a little overdressed for a little waffle house, but the staff had known us for many years and expected me to be extra. But their jaws dropped as they were out on their smoke break, and I pulled up in my barbie-esque pink car. The chef picking on my dad a little as we came in about riding around in it with all the sparkles and glitz. He just laughed him off.“What, Leroy? You don’t think pink is my color?” The cook laughed heartily and went to the back, readying himself to cook us our Christmas day brunch. As we sat in our usual booth, all the way in the back, the waitress quickly came over with a big smile on her face. As much as we were known for our yearly commute to the little breakfast nook, my father tipped extravagantly. Each one of them, even the waitresses who hadn’t helped, would all get tips usually around a thousand dollars. The chef? Five thousand. My father was a generous man, and us showing up on Christmas meant that easier times were coming for them. Each year, it warmed my heart to see my daddy’s eyes crinkle with joy as he smiles and laughed, handing the bill to her and paying with a card, only to pull out stacks upon stacks of cash to give to them all. And of course, in exchange, they all kept quiet about us coming there and having a quiet breakfast without interruption. We relaxed there, enjoying our Belgian waffles, sausage, bacon and eggs, I couldn’t help but notice that Daddy seemed sad for once. “What’s wrong?” I asked, worried for my father. Christmas was always his favorite time of year, and he was always the jolly one. “This will be the seventeenth year without your mother.” He sighed, stirring his coffee with his spoon, mixing in his creamer carefully. “Christmas was always her favorite holiday. Mine too.” He opened a few packets of sugar and dumped them in, continuing to stir. I felt a heaviness in my chest. Had it really been that long? It seemed like yesterday Mama was chasing me around the house, tickling me and cuddling me. Wearing silly pajamas on Christmas Eve and watching Rudolph while we all laid on the floor in front of the fireplace. “I always try to do right by you Kit Kat, and I am proud of the woman you are becoming.” He smiled and blew on his coffee, chuckling to himself. “Though I am sure I have spoiled you rotten.” He took a sip of his coffee and dug into his food.“Well,” I said in-between bites, “I don’t think it’s harmed me at all.” I smiled at him and he snickered.“Someday,” Daddy smiled, “I hope you find someone who makes you feel loved. Someone who just being around them makes your little heart sing. Someone who makes you feel taken care of and protected. Someone like how your mother was for me.” I could see the tears brimming in his eyes and he looked away out the window, blinking them away. He took a deep breath after a minute and went back to chowing down on his food. “Daddy,” I queried, “Do you ever wonder if there was more than one love for you out there?” Father looked at me confused. “Listen Kitty Kat,” He beamed, “Your mother was the only woman I ever loved, and it’s not that I haven’t tried to date…”“Well…” I looked up at him, eyes full of questions I knew I really shouldn’t ask. “how did you know she was the one?” “She just felt like the ‘one’, y’know?” He shrugged, biting into his bacon. “It’s just everyone else I meet, every woman I date just pales in comparison to her in every single way.” He sighed. “She was an angel sent here on earth to save me from myself. I was a selfish bachelor millionaire at the time, hellbent on having all the money and power, losing my humanity.” He smiled, seeming to reminisce as he spoke “And then I met her and became a better person. And after years of being together, God called her away because he needed her more. I have done a lot of thinking, and I just don’t feel it would be right to date someone else, knowing I will never be over her.”“But… why does there only have be ‘the one’” I asked, biting into my fruit covered waffle, “Why can’t there be two?”“Oh, my you are greedy as ever Kat,” He laughed so hard it shook the table, “If everyone else had one of something, you feel you got to have two.”“I prefer to think of myself as a trailblazer, thank you very much!” I snorted. My father laughed by then his look of amusement turned serious. “Trailblazers don’t have an easy path in front of them.” He pointed his fork at me before using it to pick up his sausage and take a bite. “In fact, they are quite literally making the path as they go. It’s hard work, Kat.” I nodded. I could appreciate his opinion and advice. Afterall, he has created his multibillion-dollar company, starting from the bottom and working his way to the top. He had made his own path, so he knew exactly what it was like to walk to the beat of his own drum. He had lost friends and family along the way in his quest to be the best, so I felt I needed to take his advice to heart. But the situation I was in was a little bit different than creating a business. It was sculpting relationships with the two men I was falling for. We went back to the house and watched television, and he fell asleep as usual, a custom he only allowed himself on holidays. Lost in my own thoughts about Ollie and Pierce, I tiptoed upstairs to my room to think. How could I only pick one of them? I had always had a crush on both Ollie and Pierce, and it had always been a huge fantasy of mine. And last night had been an amazing explosion of passion I had never felt before. I felt safe, loved and cared about as they both took care of my every whim, treating me like a goddess and worshipping my body like a temple. It had been complete heaven. I admired them both. They were both amazing men in their own right, and they were both equally smoking in the looks department. But as I get closer to them, and especially after last night, I realized that the way I had felt before had been a lusty, girlish crush. The feelings cropping up now were serious, deep and powerful, pulling me underwater like a strong current. If I let myself fall in love with them both, the likelihood of my heart being broken was multiplied. Surely, I couldn’t have them both, and if I ended up with one at this point, I would hopelessly pine for the other. The chance of me convincing them that we were better off altogether, was about as high as the chances of
Santa Claus himself being real. As I laid there on my bed, I wept, unsure of the future and what I should do. This was no longer a dumb little game to get them both to fuck me. This had turned into something so much more. Something unexpected and probably unsustainable. They hated each other so much, and I had probably caused even more animosity between the two after last night. Jealousy could get very ugly, and I wasn’t at all sure how any of this would play out, and the feeling of the unknown was so unsettling. And then on top of that, they were daddies’ best friends. After the talk I had had with him today, I couldn’t imagine telling him I was dating both of his best friends. I mean dating one would probably get them punched in the mouth… Delia was right, wherever I went, trouble followed. I was a mischievous little imp, greedy and bratty and I was always leaving bodies in my wake. I needed to figure this out. I needed to have both of them to love, cherish and have by my side. Was that really all that greedy? To love two men at once? What mess had I gotten myself into now?
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