Chapter 15

Danielle

Holden drags me toward the sofa, past the coffee table still bearing its tray of fruit and sweets. I’m barely over my orgasm. It’s the third I’ve had today, and I’m spent, but this isn’t over. Holden, my Holden, says it’s not over.

“On your hands and knees,” he says.

Joey’s still crouched on the floor, his lips glistening with my cum. He licks them clean and watches, predatory, a burning passion in his gaze. Either hatred or lust or a combination of the two.

“Now!” Holden barks.

I do as I’m told. I want him inside me more than I want to breathe.

I crawl onto my hands and knees on the sofa, still quivering, pussy still clenching.

“That’s right,” Holden says, and the sofa depresses behind me. His hot tip presses against my folds. “That’s my girl. And this is my pussy, so sweet and fucking hot. Remember how you squirted for me last night?”

“Uh-huh,” I whimper.

“Let’s make that happen again.”

He presses into me in one long thrust, and I cry out and collapse forward onto my elbows. Holden loops one arm around my waist and lifts me back onto my hands again. “Like that,” he says and presses his palm onto my back, above my ass. “Just like that, Danielle.”

Holden thrusts into me, opens me wide, and fills me with his searing length.

This is everything I’ve imagined. Better.

It’s more animalistic, and I’m so full of him. Full in every way. Cherished by his dick. I’m sailing toward another orgasm, cresting my peak for—what, how many times has it been? This is my fourth.

He’s insatiable. So is Joey.

Joey’s eyes are narrowed, his hand is on the front of his chinos, his cock stiff there. He rises, but Holden doesn’t slow his pace.

“My girl,” Holden growls, ramming into me again and again. “What do you want?”

“I want to come,” I moan again. “I want to scream.”

“Good. Come for me, good girl. Come hard. Come on my cock, and if you do it hard enough, I’ll fill you up. You want my cum, baby?”

“I want all your cum, please.” And I do. “Please.”

He spanks my ass. “Then come.”

I crest my rise and sail over the edge, jamming through my fourth orgasm of the day, my jaw dropped. My moan becomes a wail. White hot ecstasy washes over me, and I blank out.

I come back down through feather-light bliss and open my eyes.

Joey walks over to me, stripping off his shirt as he goes. He throws it down on the coffee table, over the fruit, almost as if it’s a challenge. He tears down his pants next.

Fear tingles in my belly, alongside the pleasure. I glance back. Holden’s focused on me, but he reaches back and rips off his T-shirt, too, revealing rippling abs, and a v-line that leads to the connection between us.

He shifts his gaze from mine to my pussy, and his dick sliding in and out of it. I wish I could see.

A hand grips the underside of my chin and shifts my head back to the front. It’s Joey. He stands in front of the sofa and studies me from above, his dick inches from my face. A droplet of pre-cum slides from his opening and down his tip.

“Open your mouth,” he growls. “Dani, open it for me.”

Two men who want everything from me. Holden, who I’ve dreamed of for a month, now more, and Joey, who makes me come, who makes me scream, who talks to me when I’m crying and makes me forget.

I want to give everything to both of them. It’s wrong, but I want to do it.

“Dani, now.” Joey taps my cheek with his dick, a soft thwack of his flesh against mine.

I do as I’m told, opening wide and looking up at him.

“That’s it,” Joey says, than guides his dripping cock to my lips. “Stick your tongue out and taste it.”

Holden increases the pace and demands my attention. I moan at the pressure inside me but stick my tongue out anyway. My eyes roll back in my head. His pre-cum is delicious, salty and clean, a hint of his musk.

“Take me in your mouth. Suck hard,” he says.

I wrap my lips around his dick and suckle on him, run my tongue along his ridge, then farther back, tasting and feeling. Veins, thickness, and more pre-cum sluice across my tongue. He growls and takes hold of my head, presses his dick farther inside.

I open my mouth wider, my jaw aching and spit dribbling from my lips. I’m drooling for him, and the wet heat in my pussy is perfectly accented by him filling my mouth.

“Wider,” Joey commands. “Take it all.”

Again, I obey. I’m helpless against these commands because I want it all.

I want him to squirt down my throat, even as Holden fills my pussy with his cum. I want to taste him as warmth pulses between my legs. I want to come with his dick in my mouth and Holden’s in my cunt.

I want to be full of them both.

So full that I’m torn apart.

I already can’t choose between them. This will only make it more difficult, but I don’t care.

The living room hazes around me. My knees are planted on the sofa, my ass pressed against Holden, even as Joey pounds into my mouth. I gag and choke, eyes watering, tracing the lines of his abs, the tattoos that encase his arms, the rippling of his biceps as he controls my head and thrusts into me, again and again.

“Good,” he growls. “Good girl.”

Holden spanks my ass, and my flesh wobbles. “Mine,” he grunts.

Joey pounds harder at that.

Holden does, too.

They’re taking it all for themselves, and I love every second of it.

Holden reaches around and plays with my clit, circling it sloppily. He plants his other hand on top of my ass, reaches his thumb down and inserts it in my asshole. There’s a sharp pain and then extreme pleasure.

I’m so fucking full.

In every hole. Every part of me penetrated by these two men. One whom I’ve fallen for, the other whom I’m fast falling for as well.

I don’t have a second for confusion.

“Wider,” Joey growls. “Relax your throat. I’m going deep.”

I try for him, and it works. He slides in and out, as far as he can go, burying his entire dick in me.

“Fuck, yes, Dani,” he groans. “Fuck, yes.”

“Come for me,” Holden commands. “Come.”

I’m powerless, and it sends me toward my fifth peak. My fifth climax!

I scream around Joey’s dick as I crest, and the vibration sets him off, too. He tugs on my hair and rams himself into me again and again, my tongue sliding down the underside of his thick shaft.

He pulses inside me, squirting down the back of my throat so many times that I can’t swallow it all. Some of it dribbles past my lips and spills to the sofa. “Fuck, yes.”

Holden’s breathing quickens behind me. I’m clenching around his cock, my ass tightening around his thumb, too, even as his brother fills my mouth with cum.

“Mine,” Holden howls. He pumps into me and comes hard, loading me with his juices as he promised before we started this. He lashes my walls, burns me from the inside out, and once again, I’m gone, drifting on a sea of pleasure.

I rock through all of it. Pulse and heave and squeal like a stuck fucking pig because it’s the best I’ve ever felt in my entire life and I don’t want it to end.

But it does.

Joey slides from my mouth, and I suck in a breath, lips still dripping his cum.

Holden pulls out of me, and fluid splatters to the sofa cushions. I collapse onto the sofa, face down, breathing hard, and shut my eyes.

Can’t talk, can’t move, can’t speak.

I’m vaguely aware of movement. Rustling of clothes. Footsteps. A zipper. A door slams shut and then silence.

Did they leave me here?

They fucked me and left me, is that it?

Took what they wanted and—

A hand brushes my hair back from my cheek and behind my ear. Breath dances across my lobe. “I’m here,” he says.

I open my eyes and look up at him.

It’s Joey, with the mole on his cheek and warmth in his gaze.

“I’m here,” he says. “Thank you, Dani.”

I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut.

All the confusion that I pushed aside before this started comes screaming back into my mind.

What have I done?

What have we done?

I haven’t lost Joey, apparently. He’s still with me. But Holden? The man I came to find, to love, to fuck? Where is he?

I bury my head in the sofa cushions and let hot tears well and escape.

“What have I done?” I whisper. “What the fuck have I done?”