He pushes me onto the couch, and I land with my face almost in Daniel’s lap. A resounding spank lands on my ass. “Bailey,” Sebastian says to me. “I want to fuck you hard and fast.”
“Do it.” I lean forward, licking my lips, and take Daniel’s enormous head in my mouth. He groans as I maneuver my hands to clasp the base of his thick shaft. As best as I can, given my bound state, I pump and suck him, rewarded by the noises of desire he makes.
Behind me, Sebastian slaps my ass again, and my mouth deepens onto Daniel’s cock. I hear the sound of a condom wrapper tear, then I feel Sebastian’s cock nudge at my pussy.
This is actually happening. Sebastian is going to fuck me while I suck Daniel.
Two guys.
Two unbelievably hot guys.
Are.
Fucking.
Me.
At the same time.
As promised, Sebastian is not gentle. He thrusts into me in one hard motion. His fingers dig into my curvy hips as he fucks me. I grind my elbows into the couch and sink my mouth even deeper on Daniel’s cock. Blood rushes to my head, and I’m overwhelmed in the best possible way.
Pounding, burning, pulsing gnawing lust curls at me, tendrils snaking everywhere. There are fingers pulling on my nipples. Daniel? A knuckle rubs steady circles against my clitoris. I close my eyes and focus on the way Daniel’s cock feels in my mouth. Harsh breathing fills the silence in the room, as does the slap of Sebastian’s thighs against my body.
Each thrust stretches me. Each thrust sends an intense jolt up my body. Each muted groan of pleasure from them makes me even wetter. My orgasm is coiling up inside me, preparing to erupt, and when Sebastian grabbed my long hair and pulls, I lose it. With a shouted cry, I explode.
Through my haze of lust, I feel Daniel stiffen, then he is climaxing, and I eagerly swallow every drop. Sebastian’s fingers dig deeper into my flesh, then he too is choking off a cry as he comes.
I collapse on the couch, limp and satiated. My head is on Daniel’s lap, and I feel his fingers stroke my cheek. “Bailey,” he mutters, untying my hands as I lie down, unable to move.
“Daniel,” I reply, frowning at him through sleep-filled eyes. “You still have your clothes on.”
His lips curl into a smile. “Will you spend the night?” he asks me. “With the two of us?”
My stomach growls right then, loud and long. I bury my face in my hands, unbelievably embarrassed by my body’s betrayal. “Pretend that didn’t happen,” I whisper fervently. “Pretend I did something cool instead.”
Sebastian laughs. “I think that’s my cue to feed you, Bailey,” he says, getting up and pulling his pants back on, but not before I get a good look at his dick. Even flaccid, he’s impressively large. My pussy is going to be so tender tomorrow.
A smile breaks out on my face. “Let me see if I’ve got this straight,” I tell them sitting up and reaching for my forgotten glass of vodka. The ice has melted and diluted the strong alcohol, but the taste of it still brings back warm memories of my time in Siberia. This was a very considerate gift. “You,” I gesture toward Sebastian, “two-star Michelin chef, toast of New York’s restaurant scene, are going to make me something to eat.”
“That was the plan.”
I turn to Daniel. “And once we eat something, we are going to sleep in your bed?”
“Well,” Daniel laughs at my expression. “I was hoping we’d do this again, and more, before we went to sleep. If that’s okay with you?”
I feel like Alice, falling down a rabbit hole. Up is down and left is right, and in Wonderland, hot billionaires are interested in me. But hey, as long as I’m immersed in fantasy land, I might as well enjoy the ride. “Oh, it’s more than okay,” I say. “That sounds pretty damn good.”
22
Words are easy, like the wind. Faithful friends are hard to find.
William Shakespeare, The Passionate Pilgrim
Bailey:
Daniel Hartman’s bedroom is, as I expected, large. A massive king-size bed rests against one wall. Another wall is covered entirely with floor to ceiling windows. Daniel draws the grey woolen drapes shut as we enter, and flicks on a couple of light switches. A soft glow fills the room from the two pendant lamps, hanging on either side of the headboard. My feet sink into the plush pile of a grey carpet, and I stifle a moan of pleasure.