Chapter 9
Starla
I've been to Cullen's house many times, but I've only dreamed of coming here as his lover. Yet here we are, all three of us.
Cullen stops at the threshold and lifts me into his arms to carry me across it. “Marriage will be a formality in a relationship like this, so let's get this right.”
Ryker throws his hands up. He was already bent out of shape that we were going to Cullen's house and not his. It’s closer and it’s less likely Dad will just show up.
Once we’re inside, I throw my arms around Cullen’s neck. “I’m glad I made you put a Christmas tree up if this is where I’m staying for the holidays. Will you plug it in, please?”
Ryker takes me from Cullen’s arms and helps me to my feet. In seconds, Cullen has the bright and colorful lights of the tree blinking.
I kick my heels off and shrug out of my dress. "I really need a shower."
They wiped me down with warm washcloths at the sex club, but I need a full rinse.
"Good thing I have a big shower. Let's go." Cullen reaches for my hand.
"No seriously, I just want to wash off."
"Shower sex is—" Cullen's words taper off. "An option when you’re ready."
I don't want to think about the fact that he was married once, but I also don't fault him for it. It was a long time ago, when I was just a kid. I've no right to think he could live his life waiting for me. And even if he hadn’t been married, he could have had sex, but he’s mine now.
He directs me to the shower, hangs a thick terrycloth robe on a bathroom hook, and makes sure I'm set before leaving me to myself.
I can't believe this is happening, and yet, it's everything I've dreamed of.
The black marble walls of Cullen’s spacious shower have a few empty shelves. Nice. Plenty of space for my things. I open his shampoo bottle and recognize the woodsy scent. Not what I’d choose for myself, but it’ll do for now.
The warmth of the water soothes my entire body—turns out, sex is more exhausting than I expected. Of course, I made a point to be an active participant.
I take extra time to remove all of my makeup and let the reality of the evening soak in. It was sketchy for a bit, but I got my Christmas wish—a dream life with my dream guys.
My sex is too tired for another round, but there are plenty of other things I’m eager to try. Guess I better get back to my new fabulous dream life.
The softness of the oversized robe makes me feel luxuriously cozy. I towel-dry my hair then find Ryker in the living room.
Ryker pulls me onto his lap in a plush chair, cradling me while we watch the Christmas tree. Cullen is in the kitchen getting drinks and snacks. Who knew life could be this good?
I’d hoped for a happily ever after for Christmas because of the auction, and I got it. Best. Christmas. Ever.
My phone rings, which means it’s one of several select people who can break through my Do Not Disturb settings but I can’t tear myself away from how good it feels to be in Ryker’s arms
A minute later, several sounds happen, all at once. Text message alerts. All of our phones are going off.
Cullen sets the drinks down and checks his. Ryker grabs both of ours.
"What's yours say?" Cullen asks.
Ryker says, "He knows you snuck out."
My heart sinks. "Yeah, he's telling me to get home. Please don't tell him I'm here."
"I'm not telling him a word until we're ready," Cullen says.
"Thank you."
"I’m not saying a word either," Ryker says. "We'll figure out how to tell him. It’s pretty simple. The two people he most trusts want to care for his daughter. What better situation could he ask for?”
"It sounds so easy, but you know how he is.” The one subject Dad can’t apply logic to is me.
“We can tell him you never have to work again. It's true. You don't have to," Cullen says.
"But that’s not what I want. I want to expand my vlog. I want to be part of the family business."
Ryker says, "Then we’ll make sure you are. We just need to break one thing to him at a time. I think our relationship has to come first."
I stare at my phone. "I’ll let him know that I'm safe. What are you two going to tell him? He shouldn't worry about me, that I'm an adult, all of the above?"
"Yeah," they both grumble. They tap out their messages while I send mine.
"Wait, make sure you didn't say exactly the same thing."
We confirm that the messages differ and hope that’s the last we’ll hear from him tonight. My nervousness about my evening being ruined has my energy flowing again.
"Can we get back to having fun?"
“What do you have in mind?” Cullen hands us the drinks and I’m shocked at how fast I down mine.
"Back at the Aubergine Affair, you mentioned coming on my face…”
They both nod.
I slide off Ryker’s lap and onto my knees. “Those videos where the guys are jacking off around the woman are really hot."
They both strip naked and fist their cocks, which are nearly instantly standing at attention.
Ryker strokes himself. “You better have that mouth open, ready to catch all the cum you can."
Cullen kneels in front of me. "Don't get my robe dirty." He taps his finger to my lips, then drags it down, between my breasts, and tucks it into the belt. “We’ve gotta get your tits out to do this right."
My entire body flutters with the playful energy I had earlier. "But I might be cold if I take it off."
Cullen catches my tone and takes an overly stern one. "The robe’s coming off. If your tits are cold, get your hands on them."
Well, there's something I hadn't thought of. He continues slowly opening the robe, pulling the top down around my shoulders, but with my arms bent, it just falls into the crook of my elbow. I offer no help.
"Looks like our naughty girl is back, Ryker." Cullen wraps his arms around me, lifting me from sitting on my heels, plants a kiss on my lips, and slaps my ass. The impact is muffled by the robe, but gets my attention. "Get the goddamn robe off. I want to see you naked."
I want to object more, tease him, but I can't. I drop the robe. It pools on the floor around me.
"You were right, Cullen, she needs to get her hands on those titties."
They're teaming up. It was so intoxicating when Ryker did it at the club. Cullen stands and they stare down at me as if I’m a treasure they discovered.
I caress up my body, cupping my breasts from underneath, pushing them up, amplifying my cleavage and rolling my hardened nipples between my thumb and forefinger. My head lolls back as my eyes fall shut.
Their gazes weigh on me, and I don't want to miss a minute of this. I force my head back up and eyes open so I can watch them stroke themselves, wishing there was some way to watch them both at the same time.
My fear over what will happen when reality sets in reminds me to embrace everything I can in this moment. I let go of my breasts and reach forward, grabbing both cocks.
Cullen's slower to let go than Ryker, but it doesn't take more than a second to get them to let me take over. Trying to keep in mind the speed each of them are using, I give up and just stroke. It's too much coordination that I don't have brain power for right now.
Cullen's cock starts to swell. I stop stroking him, releasing my fingers.
He grunts and his hand flies to his shaft, but I shove it away, stroking until Ryker is also at the point of almost coming, and then I release him.
Ryker gasps. "What the fuck? I thought you wanted us to come."
"I want to make sure you're good and ready."
"That is not a problem," Ryker assures me.
"You like teasing us, Babycakes. You want your ass swatted again?"
"Maybe."
They exchange glances.
"Are you going to spank me?"
"You’re going to have to wait for that," Cullen says proudly. “Right now you need to get those tits up and your mouth open.”
They both fist their cocks, but instead of following orders, I swirl a finger around his tip.
Ryker laughs, so I lean over to him and swirl my tongue around his strained head.
"Oh, fuck yeah, Sweets, I'm going to—" His words come to an abrupt halt when I pull away.
"Starla." His voice is strained.
"Who do you think can hold out the longest?" I ask.
"Not me," Ryker says.
"Whoever holds out the longest gets to fuck me next."
"Why you gotta be like that?" Ryker practically whines.
"Because I love seeing how much you need me." I’m not dense. A stiff breeze would be sufficient. But I love the game.
I pull a lock of hair over my shoulder and tease Cullen's cock with it. He shivers, and when Ryker laughs, I do the same to him.
"Not so funny when the shoe's on the other foot, is it?" Cullen grumbles.
"How long are you going to do this?" Ryker’s voice is severely strained.
"How long can you hold out?"
"My dick and balls have never hurt this bad.” Cullen coughs. "Do you know what blue balls are? “
“You think girls don't get them too? And to think… it wasn’t just one of you tormenting my fantasies. I've had both of you."
"You fantasize about us?" Ryker asks.
"At the same time." I wink.
“I was so wrong about you being a good girl.”
I lean to Cullen and blow on his cock. One of his fists grips around his cock, giving just enough stroke that I think he's relieving the pain.
I love seeing them grab themselves.
"You do it too, Ryker, get your hand on your cock."
He complies, and I sit back on my heels, spread my knees and dip my finger to my pussy. Let's see if they can survive this. In under a minute, the orgasm that's been begging for release has me teetering on the brink.
I change to light taps to give myself a break… and because I love listening to their guttural sounds as they're trying not to come.
"Eyes on me," I say when Cullen closes his eyes and Ryker looks away. "I don't care where you look. You just have to be looking at me."
"I’m going to lose, Cullen." Ryker doesn’t seem to be joking. He’s hanging on by a thread.
I grab my tit and make a show of squeezing my nipple. I open my mouth and wiggle my tongue.
I think I hear a sound from across the room, but it's too late. There's nothing I can do to stop myself from falling into the abyss. My orgasm rips through me. I cry out as warmth coats my face from Ryker’s side.
Ryker’s voice draws out, “Fuuuuck!”
Cullen cries, “Take it, Babycakes!”
Then my father’s voice breaks through our orgasmic frenzy, loud and booming. “What the hell is going on here?”