Noah's hands slide up my body and cup my breasts. He slips off my bra and tosses it to the side as Aiden pulls my hair back and leans over, kissing me hard on the lips. His teeth drag across my tongue and catch my lip, and I arch into Noah's touch. Screw talking. Or rules. "Fuck me," I whisper.
"Soon," Aiden promises.
"Shouldn't we… what?" Noah asks, his voice thick.
"Mmm… I forget," I murmur as Noah's fingers slip inside the front of my panties and find my clit. Aiden moves to stand at our side. I turn toward him, opening to take him in as Noah strokes me. I taste Aiden on my tongue, reminding me instantly of the night before. My body remembers him too, and arousal floods through me as I take his cock deeper into my mouth.
"Let me see how wet you are," Noah growls.
With my hand stroking Aiden's length, I pull myself up to my knees, revealing a dark spot where I sat on Noah's lap. Noah reaches between my legs, touching his fingers to my pussy and then pulling them away. A gossamer strand of my wetness clings to his fingers, and he opens his mouth and touches his fingers to his tongue.
“She is so fucking wet," Aiden groans, moving behind me and sliding his fingers between my legs. He finds my entrance quickly, slipping his fingers inside me. A wave of arousal nearly blows me over, and when I lurch forward, Noah's mouth is on my breast immediately.
Noah swirls his tongue around my nipple until I'm so dizzy with anticipation and desire that I can't see straight. I want his clothes off. I want the fabric barrier between me and him to be removed. I want to feel him.
I want to feel both of them.
When I open my mouth, the word "please" comes out. It sounds nothing like me – it's needy and desperate, filled with longing.
But instead of giving me what I want, Aiden slips his fingers out from between my legs. I let out a whimper, silently cursing my lust for these men. "I almost forgot… I did find you flowers," he says. "As our apology."
I'm so breathless that I'm nearly panting, and my thoughts are so muddled, I don't think I hear him right. Flowers? I don’t care about flowers. I want you to fuck me. "Flowers? Now? Um, okay. Yes. Flowers."
"Not now, Aiden," Noah growls, pulling his shirt over his head. I run my hands across his broad chest, watching his pecs jump at my touch. He reaches for the waistband of his jeans. I stand to help him pull them off as Aiden struts over to the shopping bag he brought with him earlier.
"You'll like these flowers," Aiden assures me, reaching inside the bag and pulling out another bag, this one black velvet. From that bag, he pulls out a floral-patterned object.
Noah coughs. "You were going to use that to make things less uncomfortable?"
Aiden grins, obviously pleased with himself. "I couldn't find flowers, but this has flowers on it. And we needed one if we were going to…"
"Is that a… vibrator?" I ask.
Aiden chuckles. "No, sugar." My face reddens and I feel embarrassed and naïve, but Aiden's expression softens. He takes my hand and pulls me against him, tilting my chin up and bringing his lips down on mine. He kisses me softly and tenderly before pulling away. "Do you trust us?"
I raise my eyebrows. "Hell, no."
Noah laughs, his palm on my ass. "She's not stupid."
Aiden glares at Noah. "Okay, do you trust that we wouldn't do anything to hurt you?"
The expression on his face is so earnest. Is he only talking about sex?
"Yes," I answer.
Aiden leans close to me, his breath on my ear as he reaches between my legs, brushing his fingers against my clit, then slipping them inside me again. I relax into his masterful touch, barely flinching when I feel Noah spread my ass cheeks, a finger pressing against my asshole. "You want to fuck both of us, don't you, sugar?" Aiden whispers.
More than anything. Against every rational part of me that continues to scream, "Don't do it! This is a bad idea!"
"Yes," I breathe instead. My palm is on Aiden's chest, my fingertips pressing against his hard muscles as they twitch and flex.
"Both of us at once," Noah says, his voice low.
My heart stops. "Yes."
"Well, that's what the butt plug is for," Aiden whispers. "To get you ready for both of us."
I breathe in sharply through my teeth. I'm not sure if I'm more scared or turned on by the thought of both of them being inside me at the same time. "I've… definitely never done anything like that before," I whisper.
"We're not in a rush," Noah reassures me. "You decide when you want both of us. Right, Aiden?"
Aiden strokes me with his fingers, his eyes locked on mine. "We definitely want to take our time."
29
Aiden
Noah and I take our time with Grace. I pick her up and carry her to Noah's desk, her legs wrapped around my waist and my lips planted firmly on hers. We lay her out on the surface, her legs splayed out and her perfect body fully on display for us.
Then both of us devour her. Our mouths are on her lips, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her thighs… and her perfect pink pussy. We take turns licking her, fingering her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm over and over, but always pulling away. We tease her until she's panting and desperate, all frustrated groans and sighs and completely undone, the opposite of perfectly put-together Grace.
I want to see her like this every day – totally unraveled, moaning and pleading, her cheeks flushed with desire and need.
We don't let her touch either of us, not once, even though it would be so easy to tell her to wrap her lush lips around our cocks and suck us dry. Instead, we focus entirely on her until she's begging over and over for release.
"Please," she says again, her voice a cross between a whisper and a whine. Noah looks up from where he is, bent with her breast in his mouth.
"I don't know, Aiden," he says. "What do you think?"
"I think," I start, my voice trailing off as I run my tongue up her wet slit, "that Grace should tell us exactly what she wants."
"Yes," she breathes, as I pull her clit into my mouth. Her hips arch, and she squeezes my head between her thighs, but I pull away, causing her to moan loudly in frustration.
"Is this what you want?" Noah asks, guiding his cock toward her lips. She opens her mouth, but he pauses just above her tongue.
"Tell us exactly," I demand, pausing to tear open a condom and roll it onto my hard cock.
Her eyes flicker over me as I apply lube to the butt plug and show it to her. "Yes," she whispers.
"Yes, what?" I ask.
"Yes to everything."
Yes to everything.
But that's not enough for Noah, who growls his response. "Tell me just how much you want to wrap your lips around my cock," he says, as I push the butt plug right to her entrance and pause there.
"I want your cock in my mouth," Grace moans. "I want to swallow you while Aiden fucks me."
"And you want this?" I ask, pressing the lubed-up plug against her hole and pushing to slide it slowly inside.
"Yes." She tenses initially, then relaxes, groaning as it settles inside her. Noah grabs her hair and guides her mouth to his cock. She's lying on her back on the desk, her head turned so that Noah can fuck her mouth, and her ass nearly off the end of the desk so that I can fuck her.
And I'm definitely going to fuck her.
Now, there's no more foreplay, no teasing strokes or gentleness. My hands under her thighs and pulling them against me for leverage, I slide easily into her wet cunt. "Oh, fuck, you're tight," I groan, my breath catching as her tightness envelops me.
"Her pussy is fucking perfect," Noah agrees, fisting her hair as he pumps his cock inside her mouth.
Noah and I quickly fall into a rhythm, one at each end of Grace, her body jostling back and forth as we fuck her. She makes little muted moaning sounds that get quicker as our rhythm builds in speed. Noah is right; her pussy is fucking perfect. It's warm and tight and so damn wet, I can't get enough. I want to feel her bare on me, with no barrier between us.
I have no idea how long we fuck her. It seems like forever. Each thrust of my cock inside her pushes the butt plug into her ass, and her moans turn into little grunts. Her pussy swells around my cock, and it takes everything I have to wait until she comes, her body convulsing and her pussy squeezing my cock so tightly I can't help but let go inside her.
I pull her tightly against me, holding her thighs around me as I come in a white-hot explosion. Then Noah groans loudly, his hand still gripping her hair tightly as he pumps into her mouth. She's moaning and swallowing and I can't fucking believe I'm inside her, her pussy muscles milking me of everything, as I watch Noah come in her mouth.
Everything about it feels incredibly wrong. Grace was right to freak out and run when she did. Even I know this is a disaster waiting to happen. We can't just keep fucking the President's daughter. Someone will find out – and that would ruin all of us. I'm supposed to play it clean… and this is exactly the opposite of playing it clean.
This is playing it really fucking dirty.
But then I look at Grace, her head tilted back against the surface of the desk, hair mussed and eyes smudged with mascara. She probably thinks she looks like a train wreck – Grace is nothing if not totally put-together – except she doesn't. I just stand there for a second practically gaping at her because I want to memorize what she looks like right now.
I want this picture permanently etched in my brain – Grace on her back on the desk, flushed and breathless after Noah and I ravished her.
Grace's hand goes to her hair and then to her lips, and she breaks eye contact, looking suddenly self-conscious. "I… don't know why I keep doing this," she says, her voice soft.
I grin, playing it more casual and confident than I really am. "Yeah, you do, sugar. Because for the first time in your life, you're having toe-curling sex and you don't want to stop."
She lets out a loud exhale. "I don't want to stop, but I think about someone finding out, or –"
"Less thinking, more fucking," Noah growls. "Can we all agree on that?"
"I told you that if I got you in bed, I wasn't letting you out for a week," I remind her.
"Double that time frame, since there's two of us," Noah says, his lips turned up at the corners. "I hope you didn't have plans for two weeks."
Grace's eyebrows go up. "We have to leave here tomorrow."
"Well, it's a good thing we're very friendly neighbors."
30
Noah
Later, in my bed, Grace sits naked with her knees pulled protectively up to her chest and her back against the pillows. For a few minutes, Aiden and I sit there on either side of her and none of us say a damn thing.
It's really fucking awkward. The things we've done with her are some of the filthiest and intimate I've ever done. We've come in her and on her, and now we're all sitting here silent.
Fuck it. I might be all right with hanging out here at the ranch and stewing silently, but that's when I'm alone, not when I'm with Grace. I slide my arm around her shoulder, pulling her against me, and as she stretches out her legs, Aiden reaches for them.
I exhale as she settles into me, her legs overlapping Aiden's. That's more like it.
Then Aiden breaks the silence. "What's that lock on the closet for?"
Grace giggles.
"Dead bodies," I say.
"Oh, God, it's all your yarn, isn't it? All of your knitting bullshit?"
"Fuck off."
Grace slaps me lightly on the chest. "You told me it was a big secret, that no one knew about it."
"I thought no one knew about it," I grumble.
"I just want to know how you've been knitting stuff for years, and I'm your best friend and I've never even gotten a damn scarf," Aiden complains.
"I'd like to put in another request for an ugly Christmas sweater," Grace suggests.
"When you retire, this could be your second career. Knits by Noah Ashby. Ashby Knits. Nah, the name needs more testosterone. Can you do anything other than scarves?"
"Like knit men's sweaters?" asks Grace.
"That's not more manly," Aiden protests. "Cock sweaters. Now, that would be more manly."
I groan. "Cock sweaters?"
Grace's hand goes to her mouth and she giggles again. "Or little penis hats?"
"Like Christmas stockings," Aiden says. "For your dick."
"Both of you are assholes," I growl, but I don't really mean it, especially not when Grace's shoulders are shaking against me as she laughs.
God, I fucking love her laugh. It sounds so different from the way she is normally, so serious and focused. It feels so damn good to have her in my bed that I want her to stay in bed with us for as long as we can keep her.
"Socks for cocks?" Grace asks.
Aiden slaps her leg lightly. "You're a fucking genius. That's brilliant. They'd be like dickwarmers. Dick cozies. I wonder if anyone has a patent on those."
Grace snorts. "I think it's highly unlikely."
"You snorted again," I point out, half to change the subject and half because it's adorable. Damn it, I can't believe I'm thinking of anything as adorable. I can't believe I'm thinking the word “adorable”.
"Did not."
"Uh, yeah, you did," Aiden concurs.
"I don't snort when I laugh," Grace protests.
"We told you before that you totally snort."
Grace lets out a hmph. "This is coming from the guys who snore like freight trains."
"We'll get you the best earplugs money can buy," I assure her.
"Or Noah can knit you some earmuffs," Aiden chimes in.
Grace laughs. "So you think I'm going to keep staying the night?"
Suddenly the room is still.
"Uh, didn't we literally just say you were stuck with us for two weeks?" Aiden asks, breaking the silence
"Yeah, I think we said two weeks of not letting you out of our bed," I add. It's suddenly become our bed, like this is a normal thing.
"Is that right?" Grace asks, her voice light.
I slide my hand down her side to her ass cheek, grabbing a handful. "That's right."
"Do you regularly just kidnap girls and keep them in your bed for weeks?" Grace teases.
"I'm pretty sure Noah has to resort to that, but most women are