by SC Daiko
“What the hell?” he mutters, and although I can’t see, I’m sure he’s opened his eyes.
“Eleri was upset, and I didn’t wanna leave her on her own,” Luke says, straight to the point.
“Eleri?” Gabe says. “Are you alright?”
I touch the stubble on his handsome face. “I am now.”
He turns my body to angle my ass into his hips, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. I reach for Luke’s arm, my hand encountering his hard bicep. My eyes have grown used to the darkness and I catch his smile.
Gabe’s cock is hard against my backside, and I love the fact that he seems to be hot for me. “We’ll talk in the morning, sweetheart,” he says. “Work out how we’ll proceed.”
Luke shuffles closer so that his body is pressing against mine, and I’m squeezed in between them both. He kisses my cheek. “Sleep well. You’re safe with us. We’ve got you.”
Gabe breathes into my hair. “Goodnight, Eleri.”
I close my eyes and feel myself drift, wrapped in a cocoon of safety. What could have been the worst night of my life has turned into one of the best. I can’t wait to find out what Gabe means by ‘how we’ll proceed.’
GABE
I EMERGE FROM sleep with an erection fit to break glass. Eleri is snuggled up to me, and her gentle curves feel fantastic. I love the hard planes of Luke’s body, but her feminine softness sandwiched between us is unbelievably seductive.
I check the time on my phone. Six am and light already. Today is Sunday and Eleri’s day off. She’s sleeping peacefully, breathing deep, and Luke also. He’s a wily fox, bringing her into our bed. He knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her once I’d felt her divine body next to mine. I rub my forehead. His idea of an agreement was a shot in the dark; it wouldn’t be legally enforceable. However, it would set down rules in black and white, establish guidelines and boundaries.
Hmm, should we? Or shouldn’t we? I don’t want it to come across wrong, for Eleri to think we’d be using her. She’s special to us; we’ve never been in this situation before with a woman.
I crawl out of bed and go into the bathroom for my morning leak. Within seconds, Luke has joined me. I shake my cock and tuck it back in my boxers while he takes a piss. “You pulled a fast one on me last night, tiger. You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her.”
He smirks. “And I bet you’re already thinking of that agreement. I’m right, aren’t I?”
“You know me so well,” I groan.
“And I love you so much,” he says, grabbing me in a head-lock and kissing me hard on the lips.
“The boys will be up in less than an hour,” I say. “Time for a quickie?”
“Great minds think alike,” he chuckles, stepping out of his boxers.
We kiss again, our tongues fighting for dominance. I reach down for his cock and tug at his piercing.
“Fuck, Gabe,” he grunts, pulling off my shorts and taking hold of my dick.
I grip his ass and grind against him, our cocks rubbing together and weeping pre-cum.
“Are you thinking about her?” he rasps.
“We’d have taken her lovely pussy between us last night if she hadn’t been our virgin nanny,” I grunt.
“Oh, hell yeah,” he bucks against me. “So tight in her sweet little cunt, our hot heavy cocks rubbing together, our cum spurting into her.”
I rock into him, my knees buckling. His cock jerks. We explode into orgasm, hissing and moaning our pleasure, and gasping for breath as spurts of cum shoot between our bodies.
I look down at the mess on myself and smirk. “Last one in the shower is a filthy prick.”
ELERI
THE SOUND OF voices coming from the ensuite tells me where Gabe and Luke are. They’re at it again, and talking dirty about me too. I wait until they’ve finished, then swing my legs from the bed, ready to go upstairs to my room. But it’s like I’m being reeled in by an invisible thread; I can’t stop myself from walking across the wall-to-wall carpet and pushing open their bathroom door.
Their ensuite is even bigger than mine upstairs. The shower cubicle is enormous with black marble, completely built-in, and there’s even a bench to sit on inside the enclosure. A long showerhead hangs from the ceiling above, and there are jets along the walls angled towards the bench. A second showerhead protrudes above the water temperature control panel.
I stand in the bathroom doorway and watch them through the glass door of the shower. They’re soaping each other, their dangling cocks swinging, balls heavy, thighs thick and powerful, arms hard and bulging with muscle. I’ve seen Gabe’s cock before, the image imprinted in my memory ever since, and now Luke’s draws my attention. It’s long, heavily veined, and there’s an intriguing metal ring piercing at the head. Wow!
Gabe catches me in the doorway and his deep-blue eyes smile into mine. “Come and join us, Eleri.”
“I can go upstairs,” I say, blushing. “I’m sorry to intrude.”
Luke laughs. “Come on, babe. We don’t bite. Strip off and get in here. The water’s a perfect temperature and we’ll wash your hair for you, if you like.”
If I like? The offer is too tempting to refuse. I can’t remember the last time someone washed my hair, and I’ve always loved having my scalp massaged. I unclip my bra, pull off my knickers, and step into the cubicle. The water, as Luke said, is perfect… neither too hot not too cold, and the stream from above beats down with incredible force, the jets spraying me from all sides as I go to sit on the bench.
Gabe reaches up to a shelf and grabs bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel, as well as a puff sponge. He sits next to me and Luke takes up position on the other side.
“Relax, honey,” Luke says, threading his fingers into my hair and gently massaging my scalp.
I lean against him, close my eyes, and let the hot water beat down on me. “That feels so nice,” I sigh.
Gabe starts working shampoo into my tresses, lathering my hair thoroughly down to the tips. “Lean forward so the jets can wash the shampoo away,” he orders.
I do as he asks, and the water streams down my spine. Luke pours conditioner into the palms of his hands and starts to work it into my hair. “That’s our girl,” he says.
Gabe squeezes the sponge out and applies shower gel; he scrubs my back, over my shoulders and down my arms… everywhere he can reach. “Stand up for us, now, sweetheart.”
I oblige; he’s on his feet too, running the sponge down my body in a leisurely fashion. He pays attention to my breasts, sliding the puff beneath them, then over my nipples… making me tingle all over. I lean my head back into the water, and moan with pleasure as it rinses off the conditioner.
Luke takes the sponge from Gabe. He kneels in front of me and moves his hands down my belly and between my legs. Gabe has already washed there, but I spread my thighs anyway and let him run the soft yet scratchy puff over my sensitive skin. I can’t resist tilting my hips towards him, amazed at my lack of shame.
Gabe places his hands on my breasts; my nipples are standing on end. He strokes the points and gives them a pull and a pinch. I gasp, but it feels incredible... jolts of pleasure are travelling down to my pussy and making it ache with need.
“Your breasts are beautiful, Eleri,” Luke says, looking up at me. He puts the sponge down and reaches for my buttocks, caressing, squeezing my cheeks, and caressing again. “And your ass is fucking perfect.”
I can only smile. I feel as if I’ve become clay in their hands, and they’re moulding me, fashioning me into their plaything; I love it.
Gabe bends his head and presses his lips to the swell of my tits, sliding his tongue down the wet surface to flick against the taut bud of my nipple. I put my hands around his iron-hard neck, pulling his mouth deeper around my breast it feels so amazing. I let out a small whimper.
“Is this alright, Eleri. I mean, what we’re doing?” Gabe asks.
“Oh, yes,” I moan.
Oh, my God, Luke is exploring my p
ussy with his fingers, teasing my lower lips apart, seeking entrance. “Tell me if it hurts, babe. Tell me to stop if you don’t like it.”
“I’ve never had a guy touch me there before,” I say. “But I’ve… I’ve…” Shit, how to confess to getting myself off? To the fact that my hymen bit the dust a long time ago. My face is burning up.
“You’ve frigged yourself?” Gabe lets out a chuckle. “Well. Well. Well. That’s good to know. It will make everything that much easier.” He goes to stand behind me and snakes his arms around me to palm my tits. “Lean back against me, my sweet. Luke is going to take care of you now.”
I do as Gabe asks, leaning against his hard body and I’m sure I can feel the hardness of his cock nudging my ass. Luke inserts one gentle finger into my aching pussy, and all my thoughts focus on what he’s doing it feels so delicious. I clench my buttocks and arch my hips forward, and he rubs inside me before pulling his finger out to stroke the nub of my clit.
“You like that, little girl?” he smirks, looking up at me again with a naughty twinkle in his eyes.
“Yes, Luke,” I purr.
Gabe’s hands on my breasts are kneading, squeezing and sending me into a frenzy. He nuzzles my neck, his hot breath tickling my ear. “Give in to the pleasure, Eleri. Let yourself go.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, take in a breath and whisper, “Yes.”
I feel two fingers now, slipping back inside and exploring me, withdrawing, grazing my clit, and then three fingers in my pussy. My hips are fluttering, my hands snaking down Gabe’s thighs behind me. The pressure is building up within, the tingles intensifying, and I’m racing towards release.
Luke stokes the heat, one finger in, curling to find my spot. I moan so loud it echoes around the shower enclosure. Two fingers again, pulling out to hook around my clit, pinching it, slipping back and forth. Ah!
Gabe is still busy with my breasts, tugging and rolling my nipples, biting and sucking at the skin on the back of my neck.
They set a rhythm, Luke’s three fingers diving in and back out, pressing onto my clit with every stroke. One small quiver in my belly at first, a buckle of the knees into his upstroke. My hands reaching around and slipping up and down Gabe’s powerful thighs, and I’m moaning like a cat on heat.
Another stutter, lower down, a swelling tremor. Luke speeds up the rhythm of his fingers, and I gyrate my hips. He slows, teasing me, just before the upwelling explosion overtakes me. “Faster, please, faster,” I beg.
He complies, using both hands on me now, two fingers circling my clit, three fingers diving in. My hips pulse upwards as Gabe holds me firmly. Every nerve in my body quivers and tenses as the best orgasm of my life courses through me, a rocketing surge of heat and ecstasy in my belly, inner muscles clamping around Luke’s frenzied fingers, Gabe’s mouth on my neck, his hands on my tits.
I collapse against him, my breathing ragged. “I never knew it could be like that,” I say.
“You were fantastic,” Gabe says, lowering me so that my feet are firmly on the marble floor tiles.
“Fucking awesome,” Luke agrees, pushing himself up fully into standing position.
They turn me between them, kissing me, their lips hot and wet. Two needy tongues capture mine, one after the other, hard and deep. I pull away, gasping, my lips swollen.
Suddenly, a voice echoes from the bedroom door. “Daddy! Papa!” Shit, it’s Matty. “We’re awake and we want our breakfast.”
Gabe, Luke and I stare at each other, and, fuck me, we burst out laughing.
I step out of the shower and grab towels, wrapping one around myself and handing the others to Luke and Gabe. Thank God, the bathroom door is closed.
“Wait until we’ve taken the boys downstairs,” Gabe says. “Then go up to your room and get dressed. There’ll be time later to discuss how we’re going to proceed.”
I sit on their bed and think about what just occurred. The situation isn’t perfect. Gabe and Luke are my bosses, and I haven’t behaved like a professional... not by any stretch of the imagination. But I push that concern aside and run my hands up my body. I can’t wait for what I hope will happen next.
CHAPTER EIGHT
GABE
ELERI COMES INTO the kitchen just as I’ve finished giving the boys their breakfast. She’s dried her hair and has tied it back in a ponytail. With her face free of makeup, she looks so young she could still be a teenager… a sweet innocent teenager.
I should feel guilty for what happened in the shower, and it’s strange that I don’t. I’m gripped by the depths of my attraction towards this girl.
Matty runs up to her and loops his arms around her jeans-clad legs. “Daddy is taking us to the zoo,” he squeals, jumping up and down.
“Lucky you,” she laughs. “One of my favourite places.” She turns to me. “Are you going too, Papa?” She’s taken to calling us by the names the boys give us in front of them, and we like it.
“I’m staying here,” I say, lifting Jack from his highchair. “What are your plans for today, Eleri?”
“Only catching up with some washing and reading.” She switches on the kettle and puts two slices of bread in the toaster. “I was gonna meet up with Rosie, my nanny friend, but I’ve just messaged her to cancel.”
“Oh?” I place Jack on the floor and he toddles towards the toy chest; his walking skills are improving every day.
“I didn’t wanna have to tell her about horrible Marcus,” Eleri sighs. “It’s still too raw.”
I narrow my eyes. “How are you feeling? Any dizziness?”
“I’m fine,” she shrugs. “I guess I had a lucky escape.”
“You most certainly did.” I pause. “After Luke has taken the boys off, I’d like you to join me in the sitting room.”
“Is anything wrong?” she asks, giving me a worried glance.
“Only that we need to establish some ground rules. Luke and I spoke earlier, while the boys were having breakfast, and he’ll leave it to me to draw up a legal agreement.”
She tilts her head. “An agreement? Is that necessary?”
“Definitely. We’ll be crossing boundaries and entering uncharted territory.” I’m using my professional voice now. “It’s best the three of us know where we stand. Our situation is unusual, to say the least.”
She nods, meeting my eyes. “Okay.”
I give her a smile. “That’s our girl.”
AN HOUR LATER, we meet as arranged, sitting next to each other on the sofa… the same sofa we sat on last night. “Tell me, Eleri. Why are you so desperate to lose your virginity?”
She shoots me a determined look. “Being a virgin makes me feel lacking in confidence, and I end up doing stupid things like I did last night.” She twists her hands in her lap. “You and Luke would be doing me a huge favour. I’ll agree to follow any rules you want.” She stares into my eyes. “Oh, and it won’t interfere with how I look after the boys, I promise.”
Her determination is impressive. “The boys are our top priority,” I say firmly. “They come first, whatever happens between you and us. And Luke and I are an ‘us’. We’re a couple, fully committed to each other.” I steeple my fingers. “Which brings me to the first rule.”
She nods, but keeps silent.
“We’ve never had sex with a woman together more than once. As you’re living with us and are so delightful,” I smile, “we expect there to be more than one occasion.” I fix her in my gaze. “However, and this is the rub, my sweet… if either Luke or I or, indeed, both of us decide we’ve had enough, or that it isn’t working out as we’d hoped, you must accept our decision. Likewise, if you want the arrangement to stop, you mustn’t be afraid to say so and we’ll abide by your wishes. It won’t affect your job.”
“Agreed,” she says calmly before pressing her lips together.
“You will behave like our nanny at all times except behind the closed doors of our bedroom suite,” I remind her.
“Of course,” she nods again.
“Absolute discretion is a must. You will not tell anyone about this. Is that clear?”
“Absolutely.”
“Now we need to discuss hard limits.”
“I don’t know what you mean by that,” she says softly.
“What you will or will not allow us to do. I’ve made a list of possible scenarios.” I reach for the sheet of paper I left on the coffee table earlier and hand it to her with a pen. “Put a cross next to anything you’d rather not try. A tick by those you think you’d like. And a question mark by any maybes.”
Her forehead creases as she scans the list, and I’m pleased as I watch her ticking away. She hands it back to me, and watches me while I read through. Bloody hell, she’s agreed to double penetration. Who’d have thought?!? My cock is delighted and twitches in response. There are no crosses whatsoever, not that we’ve asked anything too extreme…
“Perfect,” I smile. “I’m impressed. Now to practicalities. We don’t want you falling pregnant. It would complicate matters far too much. I don’t suppose you’re on the pill?”
She blushes. “I am, actually. My doctor prescribed it to me to regulate my periods. I used to suffer from terrible cramps. They were so bad I had to stay in bed with a hot water bottle on my tummy.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” And I am. I’m not good with ‘women’s problems’, however, and quickly move on, “No need to be tested for STIs. Luke and I are both clean, and, as you’re a virgin, it goes without saying as far as you’re concerned.”
She takes a breath and shuffles on the sofa cushions, self-conscious and incredibly alluring at the same time. “Thanks, Gabe. Is that all?”
“Nearly done,” I say. “I just need some information from you about that bastard you went out with last night so I can call the police.”
She visibly shivers. “I don’t wanna press charges, Gabe. I’m so embarrassed.”
