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61.
Hope
They were ripping me in half, and I couldn’t get enough. Even with two fat cocks firmly planted inside me, somehow I wanted—needed—more.
Jamie pulled almost all the way out and then forced himself in again. The sensation of both of them stretching me was like nothing I’d ever felt before. The first time they did it, I was sure they wouldn’t fit. I was sure that they were crazy. Maybe we were all crazy, because I was starting to get used to the alien sensation of both of them inside me.
Every erogenous zone I had was on fire with their attention. Jamie’s dick hooked just right to grind against my G-spot while Rowan pushed deeper inside of me than I knew a man could go. He was squeezing my breasts with both hands while I strummed my clit with three flat fingers and Jamie focused on fitting. He gazed down in wonder at the sight of both of them filling me. We rocked together for a while in a trance, like we were all part of the same hedonistic organism.
Then I heard the cap on the bottle of lube flip again, and a second later, I felt Rowan’s slick fingertips probing at my back door.
A thrill of excited fear chased through me and my pussy started throbbing as he slipped his middle finger to the knuckle inside my ass.
“That’s right, princess,” he said in a smoky voice at my ear. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass until you scream and beg me for my come.”
“Rowan,” I cried, half pleading for mercy, half begging for him to do everything he was saying and more.
“Tell me what you want,” he said quietly, sliding his finger out and then sinking it back in. I blushed bright red from my chest to the roots of my hair.
“Please fuck me,” I whimpered. But he wasn’t going to let me slide by that easily.
“Where?” he asked. I could hear the smirk in his voice. When I didn’t answer right away, he pulled his hand back and plunged two fingers in. I groaned, a sob stuck in my throat. These two men had stoked a fire inside me where I didn’t even know there were coals. Now I was burning alive. Sex addict or not, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Please fuck me in the ass!” I shouted, pushing back to take more of his fingers. He hissed a low curse and jerked them out of me before replacing them with the slippery tip of his cock. My body was lubricated and beyond excited. I was ready.
He entered me with one brutal, unforgiving thrust. I gasped, collapsing limply on his chest as Jamie knelt between my legs, waiting. But I couldn’t wait. I reached for him, jerking him down on top of me, and he impaled me in a hurry. They were splitting me again, and this time it was even better, even more delicious. They were filling me, every spare inch, pressing every button with the pressure of their cocks in both of my holes.
“Jesus,” Jamie rasped. He raised up on his knees and stared down at me as he pumped in and out of my pussy, making me take every inch before drawing back and ramming home again. I clung to him, my fingernails digging into his hips, pulling him down harder as I sat on Rowan’s cock.
There was no wiggle room back there. I could feel them both sliding in and out, back and forth, grinding against each other with only a thin membrane to separate them. Every twitch, every thrust, resonated through all three of our bodies. We were in this together, barreling toward the edge. I was holding on for dear life, but if the world were to end in that moment of primal release, I would die a very happy woman.
62.
Hope
I floated into work on a cloud the next day.
It was time yet again to take inventory, no one’s favorite task but a necessary evil all the same. I was refreshed after a weekend off, seeing Lola and Reid, and taking in some new scenery. Not to mention my scorching night with mytwohunky boyfriends. But when I walked through the kitchen door into Speedgoat, I realized that my absence over the weekend had not gone unnoticed.
Ronnie looked harried, and Thacker was breathing down her neck as she portioned chicken.
“Whoa, what’s going on?” I asked, hanging my bag on its designated hook and shrugging into my chef’s coat. Thacker rounded on me with fire in his eyes and I stumbled backward under the intensity of his glare.
“We’re short on chickenagain,” he snapped. “Do I have to weigh it out myself?”
Ronnie shot a nervous glance over her shoulder at me. My good mood dissipated like fog in bright sunshine. I scowled at Thacker.
“What you don’t have to do is stand over her like a brute while she’s trying to work. That’s not going to reduce the likelihood of human error.” He blinked at me, then he turned and stalked away, shutting himself in his office. But I wasn’t Ronnie, and I wasn’t about to cower or hide.
I went in hot on his heels, flinging his door open seconds after he slammed it. He started and whirled around when it banged off the wall. For a second we just stared at each other with narrowed eyes.
“What are you—?” he started, but I didn’t give him a chance to finish.
“Who the fuck do you think you are making that girl cry every time she clocks in? Do you get off on being a particularly nasty asshole, Thacker? Or is it just a happy perk of your shitty personality?” His hands fell to his sides. I took a menacing step forward and he flinched. “I don’t know what happened to you in your life to make you think that this is an acceptable way to treat people, but it’s not. Not even close.”
“It’s not really your place—,” he muttered darkly. I cut across him before he could say anything else.
“I hired Ronnie and I vouch for her. If it will make you feel better, I’ll prep the fucking chicken myself from now on. But I’d more easily believe that you’re miscounting, than that Ronnie is mis-weighing.” Thacker snorted. “What culinary academy did you go to again? Oh, that’s right, you didn’t go to one. Did you learn a lot about how to run a restaurant playing baseball, champ? Maybe you should have bought a baseball team. Because all you’re doing here is making our jobs harder.”
