4. More Than Ready, Daddy

He says, “Let’s get you up on this couch a little more.”

We reposition so that I’m lying back along the sofa’s length, one leg up, the other on the floor. Fuck, I’m so exposed to them. It feels like the pose in the Titanic movie, and I want to laugh.

“Something funny?” James asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Mm, maybe?” I can’t help but grin up at him. “Is that a problem?”

“Oh, she is trouble,” Caleb says, sounding stern yet pleased.

James is pushing down the front of his slacks and putting on a condom. “Are you ready for my dick, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I whisper, before adding, “Please, Daddy. More than ready. Please give it to me.”

“Fuck, that’s what I like to hear.” He leans over me, reaches down, positions himself at my entrance. He doesn’t slide in all at once, but in excruciatingly slow thrusts.

I wrap my higher leg around him, tugging him close from above while using my lower leg to press up from below.

“Baby, let Daddy be in charge,” he says, kissing my nose.

I pout up at him, but try to relax. “You’re going too slow,” I say. “I thought you might need some help, old man.”

He chuckles. “Next time, I’ll be spanking you for your impertinence.”

Next time…I wish.

“Now look over at Caleb like you’re supposed to,” he says, nudging my face to the side with his sandpapery chin.

Caleb is standing very close, just out of reach. He has his cock out of his pants now, and he’s stroking it while he watches us. His fist moves from the thick base to the swollen crown, then back down again. A dark, lustful expression fills his face. That’s exactly what I wanted to see. He’s watching me, his eyes on my body, and it’s turning him on so much he can’t help but touch himself. I’ve never felt so treasured, so wanted, so prized.

Meanwhile, James’s cock is filling me, stretching me. I’m impatient for him to press all the way inside so he can start pulling out again, but he just seems to keep coming in, and in, and in.

Finally, he’s fully seated, or at least as far as he can go.

“Yes,” I murmur.

“You like it?” He pulls out, just as slowly as he came in. My muscles clamp down on him as he retreats, and he mutters, “Fuck, so good,” into my neck before surging forward again.

I hold onto his shoulders, rubbing my hands over his muscles through his shirt. It’s so wrong that these guys have their clothes on and I’m naked, it’s like I’m their little toy they unwrapped to use in this filthy way.

Caleb’s stroking has increased in speed, his hand squeezing more tightly at the head of his cock before sliding back down again. The tip is shiny with pre-come, which he spreads with his hand as he slides up and down. I bet he tastes yummy.

“You’re looking awfully hungry as you stare at my friend’s cock,” James says.

I snap my gaze up to James’s face, but he’s smiling. There’s no disapproval there.

“He looks tasty,” I finally say.

“So you would suck his dick while I fuck your pussy?” James asks.

I nod. Two guys at once isn’t far from what we’re doing now, so why not? This is my night of adventure, of saying yes to all kinds of new things. “Yeah.”

“You’d like that?” he asks, thrusting into me.

I can’t look away from Caleb as I admit, “Yes. I’d like it very much.”

“Next time, doll,” Caleb says, sounding regretful. “My ex and I just broke up. She cheated, so I’m waiting on my test results. They were supposed to be in today, but there was a delay at the labs.”

I want to commiserate with him on the cheating ex—not too long ago, I was waiting for test results to make sure Troy didn’t pass along any infections. We always had protected sex—I think in part because I didn’t fully trust him—but I wanted the extra insurance of testing.

Everything came back negative, thankfully.

But all of those STI thoughts fly straight out of my head when James takes my breasts in his hands and brushes his thumbs over my nipples.

“Mmm, so perfect,” he says. “I want to take you from behind, now. Give Caleb and me a good view of this ass.”

Up we go, until I’m standing and bending forward, my arms braced on the arm of the sofa.

“You’ll have to get up on your tiptoes, baby,” James says, giving my ass a light spank.

No one’s ever spanked me before. I look over my shoulder at him in surprise.

His answering grin holds a touch of sadism. “You want another spank, or can you get up on your tiptoes for Daddy?”

Both, I want to say, but I behave instead, because I feel so freaking empty without his cock, it’s almost painful.

“Mmm,” he murmurs as he slides in. He holds my ass cheeks apart as he strokes. Freaking hell, this position is humiliating. Especially when he rubs his thumb over my asshole. “Look how pretty she is, Caleb. If you were joining in, you could be fucking her here.”

Yeah, that wouldn’t be happening. But this is all hypothetical right now, so I let them paint a dirty fantasy in which I’m a lot freer with my back hole than I would ever actually be.

And the fantasy they talk out is fucking hot. They talk about how I’d be sandwiched between them. James would hold my cheeks apart to give Caleb access. Then James spears my pussy with his cock and Caleb slowly fucks my ass.

It’s not actually happening, but as I’m bent over like this, it does sound hot. Maybe I would say yes to such a thing. Maybe I am the girl who lets herself take chances, who lets herself be vulnerable and reaps the rewards instead of the punishments.

Another orgasm is building within me. I’ve never had two in a night before, even with myself. Over the last four years, I would wait until Troy was snoring. Then I’d get the job done and fall straight to sleep. But this is definitely a night for pushing my limits, because I think I’m going to get a second release.

James’s thrusts get harder and harder. Faster, too.

“Touch your clit, Trouble. Play with yourself, let me feel how your cunt tightens around my cock.”

I do as he asks, closing my eyes and dropping my head as I go, because it feels so fucking good. I’m definitely going to come again, as my fingertips play over that sensitive bundle of nerves in time with James’s thrusts.

James swipes my hair to the side, bunches it in his fist, and uses it to turn my face toward Caleb again.

“Look at that cock,” he says. “It’ll fill your ass right up, baby girl.”

At the same time, he brushes his thumb harder against my ass, not pushing inside, but nearly so, and I take that second orgasm. My inner muscles tighten around his cock. White-hot pleasure blinds me, takes away my breath, my sight, my very name.

With several more thrusts, James comes, too, shoving all the way in and freezing in place as he pulses out his release. I’m still watching Caleb, and he breathes the word “fuck” before holding out his free hand and coming onto his palm.

I feel kind of bad that he couldn’t participate more fully tonight, but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest as he gives me a lascivious wink.

“You did great,” James says before leaning forward and giving me a gentle kiss on the back of my neck. “Fuck, Evie. I hope we can do this again soon.”

“Yeah.” I don’t know what to tell him. I don’t live in this city. It’s not that far of a drive to Hillside, only an hour, but I’m going to be staying in for the most part, saving every penny so I can afford my own place again.

He lets me go and disposes of the condom in the adjoining bathroom. I can hear water running as he washes his hands. I slowly stand up straight, making sure my legs will hold me. I’m exhausted, but energized at the same time.

I’m invigorated even while feelings of regret bombard my heart. What was I thinking? This was perfect, everything I wanted…and yet I can never have it again.

I put on a good show, but I don’t belong with guys as hot as these two.

Caleb silently hands me my dress. After I step into it, he zips it up for me. I slip my shoes back on.

James holds out his phone. “Let me get your number, Evie.”

“No, this—this isn’t me, not really,” I say, even though emotions are even now clogging my throat. Don’t cry in front of the men who just gave you the hottest experience of your life.

James’s brown eyes darken with concern. “What do you mean?”

“I’m just trying to get my life in order. I need to un-complicate it. But seriously, thank you, James. Thank you, Caleb. This was a beautiful night.”

I give them a wobbly smile and hurry out of the room, down the little hall and to the stairs leading to the club. I know I have a just-fucked look—my make-up is probably smeared all of my face, my hair is an absolute mess, my dress straps twisted.

I think I hear someone shouting, “Evie!” but I hurry forward into the mix of dancers and people coming into the club, which has gotten even more crowded in the past couple of hours since I entered.

Absolute shit. That’s how I feel. I think I’ve made the wrong call by leaving, but there’s no going back now.

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