Double Team

  your situation, but this was a special delivery for Mr. Jackson and Mr. Ashby, and they’ve had… unusual deliveries in the past, and the bananas had paperwork, so we let them in escorted.”

  The bananas?

  The van door slides open and bananas begin pouring out. Not the fruit kind, but the human-dressed-as-fruit kind.

  Carrying musical instruments.

  My bodyguards step in front of me, trying to act as a barrier between me and the bananas, but I wave them away. “It’s okay,” I say, laughter starting to bubble up in my chest. “They’re bananas, not assassins.”

  “As I said, this was highly unusual, but Mr. Jackson and Mr. Ashby have had unusual deliveries in the past,” the security guard tries to explain.

  “What the hell? Did you do this?” I ask, my mouth gaping as more bananas pour out of the van. There must be fifteen of them. I don’t know how they all fit in the vehicle, but they’re forming a little group in their yellow tights and their banana costumes. They’re even wearing little banana stem hats on top of their heads.

  “I swear this was not my work,” Aiden says, laughing as a trombone blares out notes that startle me, making me jump.

  “Which of you hired a marching band dressed as bananas?” I can’t cover my laughter, and I snort loudly as I hold my hand over my mouth.

  “I wish this were our work,” Noah answers as the marching band begins belting out REO Speedwagon’s Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore. “I think I know whose work it is, though.”

  “Annie,” Aiden chimes in. I give him a look that says I don’t have a clue what they’re talking about, and he laughs. “We’ll tell you later.”

  And that is how I, Grace Monroe Sullivan, former head of my parent’s foundation (before I was fired), and the notoriously slutty soon-to-be estranged daughter of the very conservative President Arthur Sullivan, came to be standing here in the middle of the road in my formerly quiet, historic neighborhood with my football-player, trench-coat-wearing, drone-flying, naked-bongo-playing boyfriends, listening to a marching band of bananas play REO Speedwagon.

  47

  Noah

  Grace giggles as I hoist her over my shoulder and carry her down the hallway to my room. Our room. Fuck, we’re going to need a bigger room if the three of us are going to do this. Hell, or just a bigger bed, at the very least.

  I drop her directly onto the bed. She looks up, her cheeks flushed and her green eyes bright. "Wait," she says. "I have one question."

  "Shoot." Aiden and I wait expectantly.

  "What is the deal with the trench coats, anyway?"

  "We thought you might–" I start, but Aiden interrupts.

  "Hate us," he says.

  "Hate is a strong word," I continue. "We thought you might not be happy to see us, after the month you've had and the way it was really all our fault."

  "How was it all your fault?" I ask.

  "Obviously you couldn't resist us the night of the fundraiser," Aiden says.

  "Because we're so sexy."

  "Yeah, that was clearly it. There's something about guys in trench coats," Grace murmurs.

  "So, we figured we suck pretty hard at romance, but we're pretty good at comedy," Aiden goes on.

  "What's funny about trench coats?" Grace asks.

  So we drop the coats to the floor and show her.

  The fact that we haven't seen her in a month works in our favor, because both of us are rock-hard.

  "You knitted sweaters for your dicks," Grace realizes. "Do those say…love?" She looks back and forth between us as she reads the lettering. "We… love… you."

  "Impressive, right?" I ask, glancing at Aiden. "I told you she'd be impressed."

  "She was more impressed with the drone," Aiden says. "And the banana band."

  "You can't take credit for the banana band. You know that was Annie’s doing.”

  "Stop talking," Grace orders, standing up beside the bed. I watch, trying not to gape like I’ve never seen her naked before as Grace takes off her shirt, unhooks and removes her bra, and dangles it from her fingers to tease us before dropping it to the floor. She unbuttons her jeans and shimmies out of them, then does the same with her panties – and Aiden and I stand there mesmerized.

  Then she puts her hand on her hip. “Well, what?”

  “Well, what? I’m just standing here enjoying the show.”

  She walks over to us and puts her hands on our sweater-clad cocks. “So, I just want to be clear. Your grand plan was to fly a drone over my backyard, drop glow-in-the-dark condoms, send a note in a blow-up doll, and then stand outside of my house and flash me so I could see the 'I love you' socks you knitted for your dicks?"

  “Pretty much,” I say.

  Aiden snorts. “You could still reconsider this whole relationship, you know."

  But Grace just smiles as she pulls the hand-knit socks from our cocks. “Obviously, the media is right.”

  “About what?” I ask.

  “I must be crazy, because I think I’m going to keep you.”

  “Life won’t be boring,” Aiden warns.

  Grace laughs. “It hasn’t been since I met you.”

  I inhale sharply as her warm hand wraps around my cock. She’s standing between both of us, her hand moving lightly up and down our shafts, and I have to close my eyes for a minute because I want to savor this moment. When I open them, she’s looking at me, her eyes half-lidded, her lower lip pulled between her teeth.

  That’s the expression I want to memorize, to etch in my brain forever and ever. That look she gives me, that look she gives Aiden - the one that says she wants us beyond all rational thought - is what I can’t get enough of.

  She strokes us as we both caress her body, our hands tracing every inch of her except where she wants us to go. I know she’s wet. I know she’s wanting it by the way her lips start to fall open in a little O, by the way she presses her thighs together, by the way she starts to breathe in little pants that make her chest rise and fall quickly, her perfect breasts on display for us.

  It’s the things like that I love.

  When she falls to her knees, I try to stop her. “You need to get up because I want my mouth on your pussy. We haven’t tasted you in a month.”

  But she just smiles. “Patience is a virtue, boys,” she says seductively.

  I glance at Aiden for a second, and he just shrugs. “I’m not going to complain-“ His words are cut off abruptly as Grace guides him to her mouth and wraps her lips around his cock. I watch, transfixed, as she strokes me rhythmically, her hand moving up and down my length as she takes him in deeper.

  Aiden moans low in his throat. “Fuck, that feels amazing,” he says, his hands in her hair. “I’ve missed this little mouth.”

  When she gets enough of Aiden, she switches her attention to me, her hand still on him as she meets my gaze. Her eyes are large as she touches her tongue to the head of my cock, catching the pre-cum that dangles from the tip before swallowing me.

  Her mouth is like heaven and I don’t ever want to leave it. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, down on her knees like she is right now- naked, her eyes clouded with lust and desire. She takes me in deeper, moaning loudly when I thrust my cock into her throat. It’s been so long since I’ve been inside her that I want to fuck her senseless. The image of her jerking Aiden off while she sucks my cock is enough to make me come almost immediately.

  But she doesn't let me. She pulls her mouth away and looks up at us as she strokes both of us at the same time. “Do you know what I thought about when I was gone?”

  My voice comes out gruff–"What?"– as Aiden groans.

  “I thought about this,” she says, her voice husky. Our cocks are so close to her face, and all I can think about is how lush her lips are, how perfect her tits are, and how much I want to come on them right now. “I thought about the night that you both came in my mouth.”

  Fuck.

  “Shit, Grace,” Aiden groans.

  “Y
ou’re about to make us do it again,” I warn.

  “I hope so,” she whispers. I watch as she opens her mouth just like she did that first time in the kitchen, tilting up her head until we're nearly touching her tongue. The sight of her like this, open and wanting us, pushes me over the fucking edge.

  I hear myself groan, followed by Aiden, and then we’re both coming into her open mouth while she looks up at us and swallows everything we give her.

  48

  Aiden

  Grace is on her knees, her hair falling back away from her face and down her shoulders, looking up at us after we just came in her mouth. I can’t get over the fact that this woman– this smart, successful, used-to-be-tightly-wound woman– is ours.

  That she wants to be ours.

  Noah and I reach down and pull her to her feet, and I carry her to the bed where she kneels as I kiss my way down the front of her body. She leans into him as Noah puts his lips on her neck, and when I cover her breast with my mouth, she tosses her head back and moans loudly. She’s practically panting as I bring her nipple to attention under my tongue, rolling over it again and again until it’s a hard little bead.

  I just can’t get enough of her.

  Noah and I reach between her legs, both of us finding her pussy with our finger at the same time. Grace lets out a small gasp as both our fingers enter her. She clings to my arms while Noah and I finger-fuck her pussy at the same time, stroking her in opposite directions.

  Her eyes don’t leave mine. Her gaze is locked on mine and she alternates between biting her lip and gasping as we slowly bring her higher and higher. She’s tight and wet and slicker than anything I’ve ever felt.

  The fact that Noah and I both have our fingers inside her, that we’re both bringing her this much pleasure, makes me crazy with lust.

  Noah growls, grinding his cock against her ass cheek. “Do you feel how hard this is making me, sweetheart? Knowing that both of us are fucking you with our fingers? Feeling your tight little pussy on our hands?”

  She lets out a whimper, and her pussy swells around our fingers. “I want to come,” she whispers.

  But I don't want her to come this quickly. “I don’t want you to come like this, sugar. I want you to come on my face."

  Noah groans. “And mine.”

  “That’s not possible–” she objects, but I put my finger up to her lips.

  “I want you to straddle my face,” I tell her, as I slide down on the bed, my face between her legs.

  Noah grabs a handful of her ass. "I want my tongue in here, too."

  Grace giggles. "Well, I can't sit on both of your faces."

  Noah gets a look. "Yeah, you can," he says, lying down on his back in the opposite direction, the top of his head near mine. "We'll just share you. We'll pass you back and forth."

  Grace looks back at him and then down at me. "Um…this is kind of awk-"

  "Awesome?" I finish for her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to my mouth. I don’t go easy on her. I don’t lick her softly and sensually. I fucking devour this woman, the way I’ve been fantasizing about for the past month. I'm starving and she's the only thing that can satisfy me.

  She’s sweet and light and when she puts her hands on my chest and grinds her clit against my mouth, I think I’m going to explode again.

  I grab her hips, fucking her with my tongue like it’s my cock until she’s gasping in short moans.

  “Get her on my face,” Noah demands. Groaning in frustration that I agreed to share her, I lift her off of me, light as a feather, and Noah reaches up, pulling her to straddle his own face.

  I stroke myself, listening to her moan but not quite able to see behind me what she’s doing. I picture her riding Noah, her hips rocking against his face as she grinds her pussy on him. Her moans come faster now, breathy, and I know she’s close.

  “She’s going to come on my tongue, Noah." I’m demanding it, claiming her pussy as mine right now, and Noah gives in.

  When she straddles my face this time, she's not the least bit timid. She brings her pussy down hard, rocking on my mouth greedily and moaning as I slide my tongue into her wet slit.

  The whole time, Noah talks, his voice gruff. "Tell me what Aiden is doing to you right now."

  She whimpers as she rides my face. “He’s… his tongue… oh my God…it’s – oh my God…”

  “Is he fucking you with his tongue?” Noah’s voice is gritty and tight.

  “Yes,” she breathes. “And I’m… fucking…his… oh my God.” She cries out loudly, grinding her pussy against my mouth as she comes.

  Her sweetness tastes amazing.

  49

  Grace

  On the bed, I lie on my side facing Aiden. Nestled up against me, Noah kisses my neck, sending a shiver of arousal through me and causing goose bumps to erupt over my skin. As Aiden softly kisses me, heat settles between my legs, my arousal building despite just having had an orgasm.

  Aiden slides his palm under my thigh, spreading my legs as he enters me. He slides easily inside my slick pussy, but I inhale sharply at the sensation of his bare cock entering me. “God, I missed that.”

  He rocks inside me with slow thrusts, looking into my eyes as Noah presses the tip of his lubricated cock against my asshole. “Fuck,” Noah groans. “Are you ready for me, Grace?”

  “Yes,” I breathe. The word becomes a whimper as he slowly works his way inside me. Aiden puts his mouth on mine, his tongue distracting me from the initial pain.

  When Noah is fully inside, they pause. I lie between them, totally filled up by both of them, adjusting to the sensation of their cocks inside me at the same time. Being between them like this, with Aiden cupping my face in his hands and Noah’s arm around my chest, is the most intimate thing in the world.

  “I missed your pussy,” Aiden whispers. “I missed your pussy and your tits and your perfect little mouth and your laugh and the way you’re looking at me right now. I just missed you.”

  Noah brushes my hair from my forehead, whispering into my ear. “You’re ours, Grace Sullivan. Say it.”

  “I’m yours,” I say as they begin to move slowly inside me. Then there are no more words because there's nothing left to say. We fall into a rhythm as they bring me higher and higher and I lose track of everything else in the world except them.

  None of the other stuff matters– not my parents, or politics, or what everyone in the world is going to think about the three of us.

  The only thing that matters is Noah and Aiden and I.