Chapter 14
Ipicked up the phone and dialed my best friend’s number–Renee. My men were sleeping and I needed a little advice about my life. I stepped into the kitchen of granny’s place and retrieved a bottle of water while the phone rang.
“Hey, skank.” She answered.
“Hey, boo. What are you up to?” She asked.
“A lot!” I joked with her. “You got time?”
“I do. Ezra went to the gym and I’m lounging around. What’s up?”
“Well, you know how I told you that I had a crush on the twins here?”
“I do.”
“They made a move when I went to the hospital. I didn’t tell you, but they’ve been taking care of me the entire time.”
“Wait, like both of them?”
“Mhm… it gets better. My ex–”
“Torin.”
“Yes! He’s the guy I agreed to marry.”
“I’m lost. Are you dating the twins or not?”
“I am.”
“Are you married to Torin or not?”
“I am.”
“I’m so lost. Do they know what’s going on?”
“They do.”
“Jesus, Elara. Tell me what the hell is happening.”
“Turns out that they’re friends. The third guy that Caesar and Tavi kept mentioning to me while we were dating was Torin. And Torin didn’t know either that I was into any of this. He was hoping to ease me into and bring the guys when I was comfortable. However, when he took me to meet them, it was my twins.”
“Your twins? Are you guys a thing then? Like a serious relationship?”
“Yes. Officially, I’m married to Torin. The twins are my boyfriends.”
“Damn, I didn’t think that you’d find men this quickly. I know it’s been about seven months, but that’s relatively quick after you’ve figure out who you are.”
“Is it? Because it feels like I’ve been waiting on them forever.” I sighed.
“Forever?” A deep voice startled me and I turned to see Torin leaning in the doorway.
“Hey, Daddy.” I said to him out of habit. “Oh, sorry. Torin.”
“Nah, I’ve always loved it when you called me Daddy. Keep that energy. It means you’re really comfortable with all this. What are you doing?” He asked.
“Talking to Renee. I can let her go if you need something.” I looked down between his legs where his dick stood watching me.
“It can wait.” He stroked it and I bit my lip. “Yeah, we can wait.”
“Girl, he sound like he want to do more than talk.” Renee giggled in my ear.
Absent-mindedly, I responded. “He does…”
“Then call me back.” She said, “don’t make him wait on my account.”
“But…”
Renee hung up and Torin approached me slowly.
“What you gonna do about it?” He asked.
“Whatever you want.” My eyes were still locked below and as he got closer, my mouth watered. “Question, does my pussy ever do that to you?”
“Do what?” He asked, confused.
“Make you thirsty.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. When I feel you dripping, I always want to slurp you up. Same if I’m fucking you and she get creamy.”
I nodded and glanced up.
“Are you going to bless him with a lil something or are we getting straight to fucking?”
“Shit.” He never used to talk to me that way. “Is this the new you or is it because I’m your wife?” I asked him.
“Both. Question for you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You want babies?”
Something we’d never discussed. “I do.”
“How many?”
“Two or three. I don’t want them growing up lonely like I did.”
“I don’t want to use condoms. Not when we’re together. That first baby is mine. Then after, we can talk. I’m not budging on the first one though.”
“Yes, Sir.” I whispered when he backed me against the counter.
“You’ll take my last name?” He asked.
“When you put a ring on my finger.” I pushed back.
“Done. You want a wedding?”
“I do. I want my friends there.” I put my arms around his neck. “You want a ring?”
“I do. You want them to have rings?” He asked.
I paused. “When we get to that point, yes. I married you. In your fucked up way you asked me, not them. So if they want to sign on, yes, I’d like to exchange rings.”
“How was your first time with us?” He lifted me on the counter and spread my legs.
“Chef’s kiss.”
“You would know.” He pulled me to the edge and then entered me quickly. “Fuck!”
“Mmm…” I held on tightly to him. “Somebody’s going to see us.”
“Good. Have you decided about the house?” He asked, fucking me slowly.
“I want it to be something I’ve never seen before. An experience where my audience and clientele are few. They’d make reservations to eat with a set menu, set number of tables, and for it to be exclusive. Tickets only. I want to combine my love of books with my love for food. Maybe local authors make an appearance.”
“So what’s holding you back?” He asked.
“How do I make that work here?”
“Hire somebody who is an interior designer. Somebody who can make what you have work until you can afford to knock walls down and create the layout you want. You have to make it profitable though. I’m talking exclusive prices to go with those exclusive seats or dial back the menu.” He leaned forward and sucked on the sweet spot below my ear.
“Okay. So you don’t think it’s stupid?” I asked him.
“Not at all. You’ll need to separate it from your living space. I recommend security and when you figure it out, let me know and I’ll recommend some good companies.”
“You mean like yours?” I asked him.
“Well, yes, and no. Get there first.” He kissed me and changed the tempo.
“Ooh!” I cried out, feeling him deeper than before.
“Mind if I watch?” Caesar said as he grabbed my water from the floor.
I didn’t remember dropping that.
“I do.” I moaned while motioning him to come close. “I need you.”
“Atta girl.” He came close and climbed on the counter. “Hands up.”
I lifted my arms so he could take off my night shirt. Then he sat behind me and played with my nipples while Torin fucked me.
“Tell him how good it feels, baby.” Caesar directed.
“So good. Aah!”
Caesar spanked my clit and I held on to him tightly.
“She wasn’t bad. I’ve been good, promise.” I moaned out.
Caesar spread my vaginal folds and she sucked Torin in deeper.
“Too deep.” I warned Torin. It was uncomfortable and I wanted him out of that space.
“Caesar.” Torin nodded to him.
He caressed my pussy, making her greedy. My focus shifted to his hand as Torin continued on. It wasn’t long before I was begging them both to fuck me. Caesar got me off several times and I still wanted more. Why was I so needy with them?
Torin came next, and he came deep inside me. He gripped my waist and bounced into me, making me take his length hard and deep,
“Torin! Torin! Torin! Yes, Daddy. Yes!” I sat up capturing his mouth with mine and kissing him as he calmed. “Mmm… good.”
“I’ve missed you, baby.” Torin pressed his forehead against mine.
“I’ve missed you, too. I never stopped loving you.”
“I know, because I didn’t stop loving you either.”
“Talk to me next time. I get why it was hard because I wasn’t the easiest back then. I would have listened to you, though.”
“I get it.” He sighed. “We’re here now though.”
“We are.” I nodded.
“I think somebody needs some attention.” He nodded toward Caesar.
“Tell me what to do.” I begged.
“He probably won’t last long. Ride him.”
I giggled, remembering the last time I tried to ride Caesar. He’d dared me to make him come fast.
“I need a condom.” I mumbled, getting an idea.
“I’ll get one.” Tavi said from somewhere.
“Where’d he come from?” I asked.
“He’s been lurking a while.” Torin kissed my nose and sat me up on the counter.
Tavi came back with a pack of condoms and tossed them up. “I need to get showered and dressed.”
“Where are you going?” I asked him.
“To the store. I know you can fuck, but I want to know to know how you cook. After I get high, I’m going to need some good food.” He disappeared and Torin and Caesar laughed when he did.
“Typical fucking Tavi.” Caesar said.
I shook my head, grabbed a condom, and slipped it on Caesar. The fun disappeared from his face and he focused on my hand. When I was finished, I straddled him and looked into his eyes.
“This again?” He asked.
“I guess so. No flipping me over this time.”
“I don’t need to. Make sure you bounce all the way down on it though. Fuck me how I like.” He challenged me.
“Yes, Sir.”
Inside, he leaned back to watch. I rode him like he was a horse, legs tucked at his side, and rocking against him with my hand on his chest
“Just like that.” He whispered.
“Roll your hips more, exaggerating your hip movements.” Torin directed.
I followed his instructions and gasped, enjoying how good it felt for me, too. “But…” I licked my lips feeling the friction of him moving inside me.
“Faster, baby.” Torin said.
“Aah! Ooh! Mmm…” I closed my eyes, lost in the sensations. “You’re cheating.” I whined.
“Nah, I’m showing you how to fuck him.” He pressed.
“How do you know?” I asked, not thinking.
“Because it’s the way I like it. You’re probably sticky right now. Coating the both of you with it. Pulling him back inside. Why wouldn’t that be good?” He licked down my spine and over my ass. “Let me show you something.”
Caesar’s eyes were closed and his face was saying everything it needed to. It had to feel extremely good. But when Torin stood behind me, I had a feeling trouble was brewing. He held on to my hips and pulled me deeper into every rock.
“Ah!” I squeaked. The first few times I was shocked at how wonderful that felt. Then it caught the attention of a lying sleep orgasm. He woke up that beast and it rushed me fast.
Caesar made some kind of indescribable noise. His face scrunched up as if he were in pain, but that wasn’t possible.
“He’s going to explode inside you, when he does, you’re going to keep fucking him until he’s done. Don’t stop because you are.”
I nodded, unable to speak.
Torin was right. Caesar came soon after and he held onto me so tight that it was hard to stay on task. I did and the roaring from Caesar carried on. His body vibrated, very similar to how mine had the other day when I was with them that second time. So I understood somewhat of the experience we’d just provided him with.
“It’s okay, Caesar.” I whispered in his ear. “You can fly.”
He relaxed against me and I held onto him as best as I could. I cursed my injured arm, but it was okay. I’d make sure that this time wouldn’t be his last.
An hour later, Tavi returned with so many groceries that I worried we’d never use them all. When Torin and Caesar were busy putting them away, he showed me the recipe that he wanted me to make.
“I know you’ll put your own spin on it, but since I didn’t ask you what to get, I researched stuff. I got what they told me I needed and here we are.”
I grinned at him, unable to deny how amazing he was. “Tavi-bear, I’ll make you whatever you want.”
He made a face. “Tavi-Bear? Out of all the bad-ass names you could have chosen, this was the winner?”
“You know, when I was younger, my favorite thing to cuddle with was my stuffed bear. He was sturdy, bit, and smelled nice. I took him everywhere and cuddled him whenever I didn’t feel safe. When I got older I think I humped his face, too.”
“Say no more. Tavi-Bear it is.” He beamed with a new kind of pride in the name.
I burst out laughing at the change of heart and how he now wore the name confidently.
“My girl wants to hump my face and I have a nickname to prove it.” He boasted.
“Yes!” I shouted, excited for him. “There shall be face humping!”
Tavi stood and walked around the room with his hands up like he’d won a gold fucking medal. He then made the noise of his fake crowd cheering for him.
“Tavi! Tavi! Tavi!” I chanted, adding to his fantasy, pumping my arms in the air like he played for my favorite team.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Caesar asked with Torin near his side.
“I’m a bear and my girl wants to hump my face!” Tavi continued showing off his pride to the room–I meant his gold medal.
Caesar and Torin looked between each other and shrugged before they chimed in with me and began hooting and hollering Tavi’s name too.
“Hump! Hump! Hump! Hump!” They cheered.
Tavi continued his champion walk, now nodding as we chanted for him.
“I am Tavi-bear!” He roared.
Caesar and Torin stopped to make sure they’d heard him right, giving him weird looks.
“Tavi-bear gets face humping.” He explained quickly, breaking character to make sure they got it. They did and the chanting started again, putting him back into his role.
I died laughing at the obscenity of it all. To think it all started with me calling him Tavi-bear. One day I’d have to explain to him that it was because he was a big ol’ softy. I looked at his face and saw the pride in it. Maybe not. Because I’d never want to ruin this moment for him. From here on out, every time I wanted my pussy eaten, I’d just ask Tavi-bear. It helped that he was a beast at it. I guess it was fitting after all.
Later, when I was finished cooking, my men had demolished everything I’d made. They were in the kitchen washing dishes and wiping down the appliances I’d used when I realized how much fun I’d had making that meal for three hungry men. I’d felt refreshed, not only because they were mine and I’d made them good food, but because it’d been so long since I’d cooked more than ‘a little something’ for myself.
I glanced at the overall size of the kitchen and the connected dining room. It was big enough for six to eight tables to fit in here. I kept thinking about the future instead of focusing on the right now. Sure, if this went well, I’d expand. Like Torin said, that would come.
This time as I surveyed the room, the colors of the wall faded and I replaced it with cream paint and a red accent wall. The refrigerator and stove were upgraded and another set was purchased. Two of everything. A tall wine cooler appeared along with an ice cream maker. Fresh herbs hung from the ceiling and counter extended allowing enough space for me to have stations to prepare each thing I needed to. The floor changed to a black marble tile and it elevated the space even more. The tables had red table clothes and black cloth napkins. The glasses were trimmed in gold and sat at every seat. I’d need a server or two to get the food out quickly and to take orders. I saw them in red button down collared shirts with black slacks and aprons. Bow ties.
This can work, girl.
I nodded, because the fear was gone and in its place motivation rang loudly. This was happening. I ran to my room and grabbed a notebook and pen to write down all my ideas. Then I wrote at the top what I wanted it to be called.
Ella’s Place.