Katie 2 (Desires #5)

2. Chapter 2

Chapter two

M y legs are still a little wobbly as I wander to the living room. Carter and Brad grab something quick to drink from the kitchen as my eyes fall on Henry.

I step closer and place a soft kiss on his cheek with a smile. “Hi, Daddy.”

He draws me closer, gentry stroking through my hair. “How was school?”

I’m sure my face is neon red from the mention of it. Memories of the end of class flit through my mind along with Brad’s insistent fingers working inside me until I don’t remember a thing I should know.

I dip my chin. “It was good.” And I quickly sit on the couch. “I’m enjoying classes and everything.”

“Is that so?” Henry glances at his sons and arches an eyebrow. “Why do I feel like you’re enjoying classes because of two people in particular? You both know she’s there to study, not for your fun, right?”

Carter shakes his head. “No need to talk to me about that. I have a job as a guest lecturer. I’m supposed to be there. If I just so happen to enjoy my girlfriend after class, so be it. It’s Brad who should be at work.”

“Why aren’t you focusing on your business again? You don’t have any reason to follow Katie around like a puppy. You’re a grown man,” Henry says to Brad.

Brad just shrugs. “Why don’t you tell me about how much you enjoy your job and how much you’d rather be around our perfect little slut?”

Henry leans back into the recliner as the guys go back and forth about work. Carter and Henry are very focused on a new case—one that they avoid sharing details about. Brad just listens in and occasionally puts in his two cents while taking every opportunity to touch me.

I guzzle the water he gives me, still thinking about how lucky I am to have two boyfriends so eager to please me that they can’t control themselves. Henry’s harder to pin down.

Brad and Carter want me constantly, so they have me constantly. But I don’t want Henry to feel left out.

“I’m surprised you’re home this early,” Brad says, ignoring Henry’s advice to go back to work.

“I had a meeting,” Henry says, taking a drink of beer. “About the divorce. We’re working to finalize everything.”

“It should be easy enough. She pushed for it,” Carter murmurs. “Isn’t it straightforward?”

“The only thing I want to keep is the house, and she doesn’t want it after knowing what you two were doing with Katie,” Henry says. “Can’t exactly blame her, I suppose.”

I shrink between my shoulders. I don’t regret being with them, any of them. But it doesn’t mean I enjoy reminders of my mother or how I separated her and Henry. He’s told me time and time again that they were on the rocks before he ever touched me, that it’s not my fault, but that lingering guilt isn’t budging.

Brad touches my lower back gently and Carter pats my thigh. “I wouldn’t change a thing, Katie.”

Brad doesn’t say anything, but it’s not him I’m worried about. Not really. It’s Henry. He’s paying for the divorce. He’s losing plenty of time and money and gaining stress.

I should want to talk to my mom, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m afraid something about Henry would slip out. Maybe she’d take me away from them, keep me out of reach. I know the four of us are twisted.

Plenty of people would call us disgusting if they knew everything, and maybe there’s something wrong with me because I like what they do to me.

I like them, and even my own mother wanting to disown me and call me crazy or any other insults isn’t enough to make me want to leave them. Well… if I’m being honest, that might not be the only reason I want to stay, but that’s a reason that doesn’t matter as much… at least not right now.

Brad clears his throat, his gaze darting between me and Henry.

“And that’s all. Just another meeting, comparatively short and simple,” Henry wraps up. “And if you don’t have anything better to do right now, Angel, then I think you belong on my lap. My sons have had enough of you today.”

Carter snorts. “Bullshit.”

Brad keeps his lips in a tight line as the tension rolls off him when I go over to Henry. He tugs me down on his lap and his lips are quick on mine. His kiss starts gentle, but each one is longer and more drawn out than the last until he nudges my head down and guides my hand to his erection.

“See how much I need your attention, Katie? I love having you when you’re asleep, but I crave your attention right now,” he says with a smug smile lifting his lips.

There’s no mistaking what Henry wants, and my stomach flutters with the way he stares at me.

I kiss down his neck, then slide off his lap to get on my knees between his legs. He helps me get his pants off, then cups my cheek, stroking my bottom lip.

“Are you still my good angel? So sweet and willing?” he asks before working his thumb into my mouth.

I nod as I suck his thumb. He works his pointer finger into my mouth too, gagging me on his fingers and making a pleased sound when I don’t stop sucking and licking his fingers. Henry strokes his cock with his other hand, then guides my head down until he spreads his fingers, forcing my mouth open wider, and thrusts into my throat.

He groans, low and deep, as he removes his fingers and lets me suck every inch of him that I can fit. He sighs. “That’s my angel.”

I bob up and down on him, keeping my hands on his knees, then moving them up to his thighs to brace myself as I choke myself on Henry’s thick cock. I really don’t know how he can fuck me while I’m asleep without waking me up. Not when he’s this big.

Swallowing him again and again, his pleased groans and praise wash over me. It doesn’t mean I can forget that Carter and Brad are right here watching. My face burns with my blush, but I peek up at Henry when he grabs the back of my head and forces me further down on his cock.

I whimper as he grinds into my throat.

“Suck, Katie. Suck my cock and make me come,” Henry orders.

I obey even as my eyes water. Henry keeps thrusting into my throat again and again. I know he likes being in control, and I want to please him, want him to feel good. He deserves it, and I love having reminders of how much they want me—a sore throat, a sore ass, their cum filling me, bite marks, and everything else they give me.

I suck hard and fast until he comes down my throat, emptying so far back, I don’t get a taste until he pulls me off his cock. I lap at the head, making him groan. I give one more long lick, determined to get every drop. I graze my tongue over my lips as I sit on my heels.

“Such a good girl. You want more, don’t you? You’re never satisfied just blowing one of us, are you?” Henry asks.

I slowly shake my head. “I like pleasing all of you.”

“Prove it,” Carter growls.

“Oh, no, you don’t. I get her next,” Brad snarls. “You had her in the classroom.”

“I’d say that sucks, but Katie’s mouth is nearly wrapped around me,” Carter says as he catches my shirt and drags me against him, so I’m nearly hugging his leg. “And you’re going to be good for me, aren’t you, Doll?” Carter asks.

“Fuck you,” Brad hisses.

“You’re the youngest. Wait your turn,” Carter snaps.

Brad grabs the back of my neck as he steps forward. He turns me to him and hisses. “I don’t have to wait.”

“You had her mouth already.”

“And you had her pussy,” Brad argues. “I’m taking Katie.”

They’re getting more and more worked up, closer and closer to hitting each other, I can tell. I swallow hard and glance between them nervously as Brad’s hand tightens on my neck and Carter’s hand tenses on my shirt.

I normally love being caught between them, but this… this feels like more. This new demanding element and possessive side of both of them is threatening to tear us apart even though now we can really be together—out and in the open.

“You can fix this, Angel. You know you can, preferably before the punching starts,” Henry whispers.

I crawl closer between Brad and Carter so they can’t go toe to toe. Neither of them notices me. They’re too busy insulting and growling at each other, arguing why they should have me first.

Rather than listen to them, I unzip Brad’s pants. I peek up at him, and Brad’s grip on my neck loosens as his eyes drop to me. He takes a sharp breath as he watches me slide his pants down his legs. I keep staring up at him through my watery eyes until he groans as I lick over the head of his hard cock.

I swirl my tongue around him, then nod, trying to tell him I want them all, no matter the order, no matter who had me first or last. His hand softens a bit more, and Carter’s hand on my shirt strengthens to slip it off me, exposing my breasts.

“Fuck,” Brad hisses.

I suck him as deeply as I can, until I gag. But I take my time working back to the head of his cock. Brad guides me further up on my knees until he can palm my breast with his other hand.

I pop off his cock and work him with my hand now that he’s all nice and wet. “Fight over me by fucking me, not actually fighting, please.”

“We’ll see,” Brad growls.

He takes an unsteady breath as I work his cock, but he’s still pissed. I can tell by the way his jaw keeps twitching. I turn to Carter and undo his pants to give him the same treatment.

Carter makes a low sound as I lap at the head of his cock, then take him deep, sucking every inch until my eyes water from my throat spasming around his length. I draw back, but he catches my hair and forces me down on him two more times quickly before surrendering me.

I moan and turn to Brad, licking and sucking him again as I work Carter with my hand. Instead of letting Brad go entirely, I use my fingers on his balls. His chin lifts, but his gaze is focused on my shiny lips stretched around his cock desperately so I can take as much of him as possible.

“I prefer your method of ending fights,” Carter groans.

Popping off Brad’s cock with what I hope is a loving look, I turn to Carter and lick a straight line over the base of his cock.

“That’s a good slut. Take us both,” Brad orders while pinching my nipple to the point of pain. Carter cups my other breast, palming and kneading while I take him fully in my mouth.

Back and forth I switch between them, using my mouth and hands accordingly until they’re both panting and fighting for my attention but not fighting each other. I wish I could fit them both in my mouth and down my throat, wish I could give them what they want most.

Especially since they keep switching who’s playing with my tits. Whoever I’m not blowing keeps trying to steal back my attention by playing with my nipples and breasts, exploiting how sensitive they are.

“You’re such a good angel for us, Katie. So fucking sweet and generous,” Henry groans. “I know you’re going to make them come like the good girl you are. Don’t you dare stop until you do.”

I roll my body as I move between them, moaning as I take them. Carter shudders and pants while he squeezes my breast until I whimper. Brad keeps stroking through my hair while punishing me with sharp pinches to my nipple. I know they both want me, and I’m determined to make them finish. They feel so good in my throat, and I just want more and more.

If this is the only way I can make them come, I’m going to follow through and give them what they need.

Finally, I get Brad to come in my mouth and right away turn to Carter, swallowing as I do. Carter comes a few thrusts later, and I pant as I swallow. So much cum, so much pleasure.

“You two are terrible. Fighting over a blowjob like overeager teenagers. You should have at least as much control as your stepsister. She can handle all three of us. Man up,” Henry orders sharply.

Brad gazes at me for a long moment, then strokes through my hair gently. That’s all I get before he heads off, mumbling about cleaning up.

I want to pull him back, to tell him we don’t have to be done, but he’s too far gone, too angry. Carter nods to me and lifts me off my knees. “I know you want more than that. You’re soaking wet, and you’re going to come.”

“Yes, she is,” Henry agrees, pumping his cock in his fist.

Carter lifts me and puts me on Henry’s lap. Henry jerks my soaked panties to the side and thrusts into me, taking me the way he needs. He groans as he thrusts in a steady pace, his cock stretching me with every move. Carter lays me back further, changing the angle. I whimper and squirm on Henry’s lap.

Carter kisses me, licking into my mouth as his finger teases my clit.

He then palms my breasts and groans. “Such a perfect doll.”

“Yes,” I whimper. “So good. Please, please,” I beg as I grind on Henry, happily taking every thrust and eagerly chasing the next one.

“So insatiable. You just can’t get enough of us, can you, Doll?” Carter asks.

“You three make me greedy, so greedy.” I moan, my eyes rolling back as Carter rolls my nipples and kisses my neck.

Henry groans and tells me how good I am over and over, and Carter never lets up. He never looks at his dad, only my face, my breasts, never lower. Henry watches where his cock disappears inside me as if that’s all he wants or needs while I can’t look away from either of them.

They’re such a good combination. Carter holds my head in place just as I reach the edge of my orgasm.

“Please, Daddy! Please let me come,” I beg.

“Yeah, you’re ready for it right now? Ready to come for Daddy?” Henry’s hand trails over my hip, and then his fingers rub my clit hard and fast as Carter suddenly shifts my position, putting me over the edge. Henry watches my face as I whine. “I can’t make my angel wait, not when your moans are so sweet.”

“Daddy, yes. Don’t stop. Please, please,” I beg.

It breaks him, and he fills me up, groaning with me and calling me his favorite angel.

I’m so exhausted I can’t think or move. Carter kisses my forehead and leaves me with Henry so Henry can clean me up and take care of me. I can’t complain about a thing. My whole body is exhausted, spent, used in the best way, and all I want is more.

I’m convinced I’ll never get enough of the three of them.