Chapter 9
Nine
Lacey
In my experience, mortification is the correct response when one says something incredibly inappropriate, and asking my guests if they’re inviting me to have a threesome certainly qualifies. Yet, as I stare at the two men in front of me, the hot, twisty feelings of horror and shame never come.
Probably because, when someone says something incredibly inappropriate and unwarranted to you, the correct response also happens to be mortification, and neither Wells nor August looks particularly troubled by what I just said.
Silence stretches on for seconds as all three of us seem to process the words that just came out of my mouth—the ones I still can’t decide whether I want to shove back in or not.
“I would be lying if I said the idea isn’t… appealing to me,” offers August at last, his voice a note lower than it was a moment ago, and each word carefully measured.
A weight drops into my core as my eyes flick automatically to Wells, searching for signs he doesn’t agree with what August just said. There is something in his expression that I’ve seen before, though, something that makes the tugging sensation below my navel grow much more insistent.
Hungry.
He looks hungry.
“Is that what you want, Lace?” he finally asks, the words a deep, gravelly rumble. “To fuck us both?”
The question isn’t veiled behind anything, as mine was. There is nothing suggestive or subtle about it, just the truth I really believed I wasn’t ready to acknowledge to myself only a few moments ago. There’s nowhere to hide except behind lies, and if these men have the courage to be honest…
I push out a long, uneven breath, my head spinning as my head bobs up and down in a shaky nod. “Yes.”
My mouth is dry as, in the corner of my vision, I see August’s hands tighten on the dresser’s edge.
Wells doesn’t take his eyes off me as he leans back in the chair, folding his arms over his broad chest. The expression on his face is nothing short of ravenous. “You want us to fuck you together?”
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
Am I really considering this? For real?
My core clenches, arousal flooding my panties as I look to August, whose jaw is tight as he stares right back at me, waiting for my response. A small, amused smile curves his lips. “I think Wells asked you a question, Lacey baby.”
Baby.
It’s only when I feel a sharp pinch of pain that I realize I’ve been biting my lip. “I-I don’t know?”
August lets out a low, throaty laugh as he pushes off the dresser. There are only about six feet between us, but each of his measured steps makes the tension coiling inside me grow tighter.
When he finally stops before me, I gasp as his big hands reach out to settle on my waist. My breasts seem to grow heavier as he lowers his lips to brush the shell of my ear, his voice a cozy murmur. “I think that slutty little pussy can handle us both, don’t you?”
I let out a quiet, shocked whimper, pressing my thighs together. Wells’ eyes track the movement, and as I watch, he moves a hand to squeeze the intimidating ridge of his erection through his jeans.
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
“Um, yes?” I manage at last, electricity surging through my veins at the way they’re looking at me, the intense, naked desire in each man’s expression.
Yes doesn’t really feel adequate when it’s becoming clear I might die if this doesn’t happen.
They must see it, though, because Wells nods slowly, not taking his eyes off me. “Enough talk. Take her fucking clothes off.”
August searches my face, looking for signs of reservation as his hands drift to the bottom of my blouse, his thumbs skimming over the delicate skin just above the button of my cuffed work pants. It’s barely a touch, but it makes the muscles of my abdomen tighten, and my head spins.
“I think Wells asked you to do something,” I hear myself say, my voice breathy and soft as I deliver this invitation to the handsome doctor.
August’s lips curve into a satisfied smile, and, needing no further encouragement, he takes the hem of my shirt in his hands and pulls it up over my head.
I raise my arms obligingly, allowing him to disentangle the garment from my body.
I tremble as the blouse falls to the floor, leaving me in only my work pants and bra.
The white cotton is nothing special, but both men groan as August lifts his hands, greedily kneading my oversensitive tits.
Without warning, he rips the cups down, baring my entire chest to them both.
Everything is happening so fast. I don’t know how I went from hunting for my purse and planning a bubble bath to getting stripped naked, preparing to be fucked by not just one hot, dominant older man but two, in the space of a few minutes.
A part of me could sense we were heading here, knew there was only one way this particular Christmas was going to end, and now I’m just really, really happy it has.
I want them both.
They both want me.
They want each other, too.
In the corner, Wells leans forward, his hands gripping the arm of the chair so tightly that I can see his knuckles going white from here.
“Perky as fuck,” August grunts, turning me so my back is pressed into his warm chest, giving Wells a clear view of everything he’s doing. My clit throbs as I feel the hard bulge pressing against the small of my back. “Are you wet for us, too, Lacey baby?”
Before I can find the words to tell him I am absolutely, undeniably wet, he seems to lose patience with my inarticulateness.
A soft cry of surprise catches in my throat, and my teeth find my bottom lip, biting until it hurts as August’s fingers find the button of my pants.
He works them open with brute efficiency, and then they’re being shoved down to my ankles along with my panties.
There is no room for self-consciousness, though. Not with the groan of satisfaction from August and the ravenous expression on Wells’ face. He’s looking at me like he’s going to eat me alive, and my core clenches in anticipation, practically panting now.
“Fucking bare,” Wells grunts, his eyes on my pussy. “Jesus.”
August’s hand finds my chin, turning my head so I meet his burning gaze as his hand moves between my thighs, palming my pussy. My mouth falls open as he drags two fingers through my slit, and I let out a noise that is part sob, part cry, as they find my clit.
“She’s dripping,” he tells Wells, still staring at me, cataloging every reaction as he lowers his hand from my face to tease my nipples, tugging and pinching as, between my legs, his other begins working my clit in teasing circles.
It’s a miracle my knees don’t give out.
Wells must see this is a lot for me, because as I sag against August, he decides to take matters into his own hands. “Come over here, Lace. Sit on my lap while the doctor has his fun with you.”
I’m already panting when August allows his hands to fall.
He steps back to look at me, smirking as he watches me regather full use of my limbs and step toward the man still seated in the corner.
My hands tremble as I lift them to release the back clasp of my bra, allowing the bunched-up garment to fall to the ground with the rest of my clothes.
Leaving me naked and alone with two fully dressed older men, both of whom are watching my every move, like predators about to go in for the kill.
I’m not scared, though. Even if this is so far out of my comfort zone, and I haven’t ever done anything even remotely close to this daring in my other intimate relationships, I feel strangely safe as I step carefully toward Wells, my pulse thundering wildly.
When I’m standing just before him, I stop, and Wells allows his eyes to roam over my exposed skin, as though he’s determined to remember every inch of me. “So beautiful, honey,” he rumbles, and I hear myself suck in an unsteady breath as his hands come out to settle on my bare waist.
Possessed by a sudden impulse, I lean forward, hyperaware of the view August must be getting behind me. Something like excitement flashes behind Wells’ warm brown eyes, and he tilts his chin up, accepting my kiss with a low groan of approval.
Our kiss is slow and strangely tender, considering the situation we’ve found ourselves in. Outside its warm, intimate bubble, though, tension is tightening with each passing second, demanding we finish what we started. Immediately.
I moan when Wells’ teeth graze my bottom lip, and his hands—which are so large they almost span my entire waist—tighten at the sound.
Behind me, I’m aware of August moving closer, and when we break apart, I barely have time to look at Wells before he’s turning me around to face the second man in the room.
August watches from a few steps away as Wells guides me back into his lap, my butt settling against the hard bulge of his erection. Before I can even imagine what’s coming next, those big hands are pressing my bare legs apart over his own spread thighs, hooking me wide open.
“Oh my god,” I hear myself giggle, a little hysterically, as August advances, his eyes locked on my pussy. “This is insane.”
“Yes. It is,” Wells agrees grimly, drawing his thumbs back and forth over the delicate skin of my inner thighs, the touch somehow comforting and erotic at once. “Do you want to stop the madness?”
It takes me all of half a second to probe my feelings and come up with an answer to that. “No.”
August’s lips curve in a smirk as he stops before us, looking down at us. “Good.”
My heart leaps as he sinks to his knees between our legs and leans forward, sealing his mouth over my pussy without the slightest hesitation. I cry out, the shock of the sensation—which I haven’t felt in a very long time—overwhelming me just as much as the suddenness of it.
August doesn’t seem to need to settle in. Within seconds, he’s dragging the flat of his tongue over my clit, lapping at my arousal with a groan of satisfaction.
Through his jeans, Wells’ erection throbs. “Christ,” he grunts, lifting his hands to my breasts now. “You’re fucking loving this, aren’t you?” He pinches my nipples at the exact moment August sucks my clit between his lips, and I’m already shaking.
“Yes,” I sob as my hips lift against August’s mouth, trying to get closer to what he’s doing, needing more. “Please, please—”
In the back of my mind, I know I’ll have it. It seems like a foregone conclusion that before the night is up, I’ll be getting much, much more. This is the most erotic, pleasurable moment of my life, and I haven’t even come yet.
It will be a miracle if I’m able to walk by the time they’re done with me.
“Hold still,” Wells grunts, giving my nipples a reproving tug as I try to squirm closer to August. “He’ll finish you off soon enough. Be a good little slut and take what we give you.”
Oh my lord.
The dirty talk and the careful, teasing ministrations of my breasts are intense all on their own. As August’s tongue probes my entrance, however, his hazel eyes glinting up at me, I think I might pass out.
“You’re getting our cocks after this.” Wells’ beard rasps against the sensitive skin on my neck. “I’m fucking aching, Lace. You and this smug asshole have had me stiff for two days straight, and your cunt is going to get railed hard for it.”
The corners of August’s eyes crease, as though he’s fighting a smile, as he sucks and licks his way back up to my clit, pulling the oversensitive nub between his lips in long, pulsing draws.
I can barely recognize the noises I’m making as my own. Never in my life have I been driven so far out of my own head, reduced to a greedy, horny mess for the two men holding me.
As Wells' fingers tighten on my nipples again, pinching and tugging harder than ever, it’s officially too much.
I actually scream as I come. The desperate, sharp noise explodes out of me, as if my lungs are trying to vent some of the pleasure my body doesn’t have room for. August doesn’t stop, either; he sucks my clit through every wave of my orgasm until I’ve collapsed back into Wells, limp and spent.
Slowly, August lifts his head, meeting Wells’ eyes over my shoulder as he wipes my arousal from his mouth. “She’s ready. How do you want to do this?”