Carl

 

Loverboy calling.

It flashed up on the dash, the bleep bleep bleep blaring through every bastard speaker. It connected automatically, and Katie’s eyes were still wide, waiting for the words on the tip of my tongue.

“Hey, hot ass, where are you? Are you in the car? I can hear myself. La la la, ooh ah, I can hear myself…”

“Yes, in the car,” I said, but he wasn’t really listening, he was still chirping on to himself, caught up in his own echo. I could picture him in his loose jeans, tracking about the house with a hand down his boxers. He usually called then. “I’ll call you back…” I said, but he continued on regardless.

“She stayed until almost lunch. And it’s love, man, it’s fucking love. I’m in fucking love with that girl.”

I watched Katie’s cheeks flush, they pinked in front of my eyes, and her mouth hung open.

“…She’s incredible. She’s so fucking funny, Carl. And she’s sweet, and cute. And fuck, the ass on her. Seriously, Carl, she’s the fucking dog’s bollocks. Next weekend it’s a double team, I’m potting the fucking brown and don’t try and stop me. You can fill her pussy, and I’ll take my time on her sweet little asshole.” He laughed to himself. “Don’t try and tell me you don’t feel the same about our pretty lady. I know you fucking feel the same. She’s it. Our fucking keeper. I just fucking know it.”

I kept my eyes on Katie’s. “She’s here,” I said. “Katie’s in the car with me.”

Silence. Then he laughed. “Nice fucking try, dickhead. Nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“I’m not joking,” I said. “She’s here.”

He laughed again. “Why the fuck would she be in the car with you?”

“Because she had a meeting at my office today. Because her father is David Faverley. Because she’s in my internship programme, we’re on our way back to the Cheltenham office now.”

It took him a few seconds, and Katie grimaced. Screwed her eyes closed and pinched her bottom lip.

“Katie?” he said. “Katie, are you really there? What the fuck?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m really here.”

“Fuck!” he said. “Is this for fucking real? You’re David’s daughter?!”

“Yeah,” she replied, and she looked horrified. “I’m David Faverley’s daughter. Biologically.”

He blurted out a laugh before composing himself. “Shit. This is like something from daytime TV. I fucked my boss’s daughter, and so did my boyfriend.”

“Thanks for that,” I said, and my hand was at the dash controls, all set to cut him off.

“Look, Katie, I’m sorry for that a minute ago. I was just gushing, you know? Getting carried away, excited.”

“It’s ok,” she said, but she had her palms to her cheeks.

“And the ass thing, that’s only if you want to… I’m not gonna… Jeez, crap. You know what I meant.”

“I know what you meant,” she said. “It’s all good. It’s cool. I’m cool.”

“David’s daughter. That’s mad.”

Of course it’s fucking mad, idiot. I tossed Katie a look. “Look, Rick, we’ve got to get moving. Time’s getting on.”

“Yeah, sure. Cool. Where are you, anyway? You parked up?”

“We were, but we’re leaving now.”

“Right, cool,” he said. “See you later. Love you guys. Both you guys.” He laughed, and then he hung up. A crackle on the line and then a bleep. I turned it off.

I rested my head back against the headrest. “He wears his heart on his sleeve, that one.”

“I kinda gathered,” she said and there was humour in it.

Her eyes twinkled as she stared at me, and I saw David again. Saw David Faverley’s daughter in front of me.

Take care of her, Carl. Take care of my little girl.

“What were you saying?” she said, and she was nervous, I could see the tremor in her hands, despite the smile.

Give it a fucking minute, man. Give it a fucking minute.

I’m in love with that girl, Carl. I’m in love with her.

David’s face. Take care of my little girl, Carl.

I took another breath. Stayed quiet.

“You said you needed something. Do you need me to do something? What is it?”

My boss’s little girl. As if things weren’t complicated enough already.

I looked at her as I put the car back into gear, flicked the indicator.

And then I selected the audio control on the dash, smirking as the Rocky theme started up.

“I need you to sing for me,” I said.

* * *

She was perplexed for a moment, trying to figure out what voodoo I was spouting. Trying to figure me out, her pretty mouth opening and closing as she wrestled with words.

“It’s part of the programme,” I said, pulling out onto the road. “Everyone sings for me, no exceptions.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No.”

“The Rocky theme?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to sing the Rocky theme? Now?”

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

At least she asked. Most don’t. “Music changes state, music changes mood, it’s an anchor you can use for performance. Singing lowers inhibitions, makes those walls come down, pushes you out of your comfort zone. And that’s what’s needed, Katie, in a training schedule like ours. You need to be flexible, adaptable, confident, and immediate. Not afraid to push through barriers.”

I didn’t rule out that she’d baulk and show off, like Verity. Fully expected her to hum a little, sing in a little mousey voice that I could barely hear, but as seemed to be the case more often than not, little blue-eyed Katie Serena surprised me.

She launched into song, loud and clear, and she wasn’t half bad.

She laughed when I joined in, and together we drowned out the stereo, and she was air punching, giggling through the vocals, and I air punched, too. One hand off the steering wheel, as other drivers stared in at us. I didn’t care.

She was breathless by the time we’d finished, relaxing into her seat with a smile on her face. Tension gone, at least for the time being.

“That was fun,” she said. “I love Rocky.”

“You do?”

“He’s the underdog, right? Rises up against the odds. Eye of the tiger.” She flicked her hair from her face. “Yeah, I love Rocky.”

“Did you hear the story about how Stallone wrote the script himself? Insisted on playing the lead role and the movie company said no?”

She sat forward, angled her to face me. “Yeah, I heard about that. He was offered quarter of a million or something, but not the lead. He said no way and turned down all that money, and had to sell his dog, just to buy food.”

I nodded, smiling. “And then it came good, and he sold the script and got the part.”

“And went straight and bought his dog back, paid a fortune for it.”

“Yes.”

“Amazing story,” she said.

“One of my favourites.”

I felt her eyes on me. “Slick subject change.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you going to tell me what you really wanted?”

“Yes,” I said. “One day. When it’s time.”

Part of me wanted her to push it, insist that I stop the car and tell her what the fuck was going on with me, what was so important that I’d throw a few hundred grand at her, what the hell I wanted so badly that I’d veer the car off the road and stare at her like a wolf after prey.

But she didn’t. She let it go.

I pulled into the business park, and Katie sighed.

“I feel stupid,” she said. “Dressed like this.”

“Treat it as a lesson.” I pulled into my space, and a wall of glass reflected our car back at us. Our car? Katie peered up at the building. Five storeys of corporate hustle. “This is us,” I said. “At least for the next six months.”

She slipped from the Range and met me at the doors. I felt the strangest urge to take her hand, grip her dainty fingers in mine and parade her through the place. Parade her as mine. I put my hand in my pocket instead.

A sea of greetings. Afternoon, Mr Brooks. Afternoon, Carl. Hey, Carl, how’s it going?

She waited until we were in the lift heading up before she spoke. “So, you’re like the head honcho around here?”

“You could say that.”

“Neat.”

“Most of the time. Sometimes it’s stressful, busy, frustrating.” I smiled. “Sometimes it’s incredible. Often it sits around the middle.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said. “You love it all the time. It’s written all over you.”

“Tell me that when I’m having a bad day.”

She nodded, and her smile was beautiful. “I will. Don’t worry.”

And I wasn’t worried. I was strangely invigorated in her presence, her gentle manner both soothing and enlivening. Katie Serena was a strange and delicate little creature. A real beauty.

She took a breath as the lift pulled to a stop.

“Nervous?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Very.”

“Don’t be,” I said. “You’ll be fine. No pressure, just relax.”

“Last time you said that you broke my ovaries.”

My balls tightened at the memory. I laughed. “Yes, I did.”

The doors opened and the floor was busy, heaving with people on headsets, people in glass-fronted meeting rooms, people everywhere, going about their business. Going about my business.

She followed with quick steps, nipping into my side as I weaved a path through the clusters of desks, and everyone looked at us, staring with nosey eyes. I pointed out a segment in the corner, away from the main floor. My power team, my group of nineteen, engaged in a presentation by our top telemarketer, Daniel Dawson. I stood to the rear once we approached, and Katie stood close. I could feel the heat from her, the press of her shoulder against my arm.

“So, that’s rapport 101, in a nutshell. Carl will be able to give you the rest. Perfect timing.” He smiled at me.

The heads turned, and my protégés looked at me, and then looked at Katie. I could practically hear the cogs whirring.

I stepped to the front and patted the speaker on the back. “Thanks, Dan. Great job.” I smiled at the faces. “Good afternoon, all, I trust that was useful?”

A murmur of agreement.

“Good.” I gestured towards the blue-eyed girl in tattered jeans, all so aware of the blush of her cheeks. “This is Katie Smith,” I said. “She’ll be joining the programme. I hope you’ll all make her very welcome.”

She waved and smiled and they waved back and said a motley collection of greetings. All except one.

Verity.

Her face looked like a slapped ass. Her shoulders were rigid and her eyes were glowering, her mouth paused somewhere between outrage and surprise.

I wasted no time in settling the group back to their places, paired up in call buddy teams while they listened to the more experienced callers on the main floor. I put Katie with Ryan, our most promising contender, the guy who’d stepped up and belted out the Rocky track on day one, and she fell into partnership with him easily. I watched her relax, her expression bright and friendly.

She’d do just fine. I could feel it in my gut.

I was happily walking amongst the group when a set of pincer fingers pinched my arm.

“A word,” Verity said. “Now, Carl.” Before I run to my daddy like a pathetic little baby.

She glowered at Katie some more, shooting her looks that could kill, even though Katie remained oblivious, lost in concentration with her headset on.

“If you insist,” I said. “Lead the way, Miss Faverley.”

* * *

Katie

 

A firm grip landed on my shoulder, and I pretended to be surprised, looking around as though he’d come from nowhere. Like my eyes hadn’t followed him everywhere, chasing after the man who’d bruised my cervix while he walked the room, the man who’d put three grand in my bank account and his monster dick all the way inside me. The man I wanted.

He gave me shivers in this place, and they were good shivers. I’ve never had much of a boss thing going on, but maybe I’d never had the right boss. This one was already tickling my gut, that flood of butterflies that comes when you really want to fuck someone. Like you’re on a rollercoaster, dipping over the edge.

“We’re going,” he said.

“Now?” I looked around me at all the people still listening intently to their headsets.

“Now.”

I put my headset on the desk. “Where are we going?”

Carl didn’t answer, just started walking, and I shrugged and smiled at Ryan, who’d been so kind to me, who’d made me feel welcome. “See you tomorrow.”

He gave me the thumbs-up.

 

Carl didn’t answer me in the lift on the way down, nor on the way out through reception. He waited until we were back in the Range and out of the car park.

“Well?” I said. “Where are we going?”

“Town,” he said, simply.

“Town? Like Cheltenham town?”

“Yes. Via the house.” I looked at him clueless, and he looked right back at me, looked at the holes in my jeans. “What clothes do you have for the office? How many suits?”

I pretended to think about it, wondering if the old navy jacket in my wardrobe would still fit. “I have some blouses… a skirt or two… the trousers I waitress in…”

“Then we’re going to town. We’ll pick Rick up on the way.”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “You want to take me shopping? Like something from Pretty Woman?” He didn’t laugh. “What are you going to do? Send me into one of those snooty boutiques with a handful of used banknotes?” I practised my Julia Roberts impression. “Big mistake. Big.”

That made him smile, just a little. “You need to dress the part to feel the part, Katie.”

I can’t say it was a sentiment I’d ever really bought into.

 

We pulled up outside the house and Rick was waiting ready to jump into the back seat. “Hey, pretty lady.” He ruffled my hair over the headrest. “Gonna get you all dolled up. Good job I’m coming as lead stylist.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Rick,” Carl said. “We want corporate, not trendy.”

“Trendy corporate,” Rick said. “We don’t want her looking like some power bitch from the 90s. Urgh. No.”

“I want her looking like she’s a serious sales candidate. No fucking polka dot, Rick. No neon-coloured beads and vintage cut-offs. I fucking mean it.”

“Ruin all the fun, why don’t you?” But Rick’s tone was light. It made me smile.

“I can shop for my own clothes,” I said. “You don’t need to do this.”

“I know,” Carl said, but he kept on driving.

The boutique made me more nervous than the office. Super pristine sales assistants in fancy little suits, and me, looking like I’d been dragged through a hedge backwards and then some. They had bright white smiles, but their eyes were cold, weighing me up and finding me lacking. I could feel it.

The guys seemed oblivious.

Carl took my hand in his and practically handed me over to a woman called Greta, and Greta led us through to the display rails, but spoke with Carl and not me, flashing him the doe eyes.

“You’re looking for daytime corporate or client-facing corporate?”

“Both.”

“Traditional or modern?”

“Whatever Katie likes.”

“And what kind of budget do you have in mind, sir?”

Rick laughed, guffawed a few steps behind.

Carl handed her his card. “Whatever it takes.”

I could’ve died, not least when I caught sight of a price tag on one of the jackets.

I leaned into him, pulled a face. “You don’t need to do this.”

His brows pitted. “I’m quite aware of that.”

Greta started pulling things from the racks, but Carl wasn’t watching. He was too busy staring at mannequins, rooting through rails on his own little quest. Rick leaned against a mirror, checking out flouncy accessories, and I just stood, like an idiot, my arms folded over the stupid slogan on my chest.

That smiley woman was staring at me, her eyes slightly squinty. “Thirty-four, twenty-six, thirty-six?”

“Thirty-six, twenty-six, thirty-eight.”

“Thirty-eight, right.” She walked around me. “Horse riding?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Always leads to a generous rump,” she laughed. “It’s good,” she added. “Gives shape.”

She didn’t have a generous rump, and it was clear she didn’t want one.

She beckoned me through to a changing room, and Carl and Rick tagged behind, Carl with an armful of clothes of his own choosing. He made me take them.

I pulled the curtain closed behind me and stripped down. My pale flesh was luminous under the changing room lights, and I felt vulnerable, naked. Inferior.

I could just imagine Verity shopping here on Daddy’s gold card, laughing with the assistants like they were long lost buddies.

I started dressing with a sigh, expecting to hate every moment, expecting to see a stupid pasty fraud staring back at me from the mirror, a silly girl who didn’t belong here.

But I didn’t.

The clothes I tried on fitted perfectly, hugging me in all the right places. The blouse fastened perfectly over my tits without gaping, and nipped in at the waist to accentuate my curves. The pencil skirt rested just above my knees, hugging tight to my thighs without being slutty, and the jacket. The jacket was wonderful. A little height in the shoulders, but not too much. A smooth flare over my hips. Jet black with the tiniest satin trim around the lapels, and I was in love.

I stepped out from behind the curtain.

“Whoa,” Rick said. “Hey, sexy lady.”

But it was Carl who looked the most impressed. His eyes didn’t stop moving, up and down, from my eyes to my toes and back again. “Yes,” he said. “More of that. That’s perfect.” He stepped forward and ran his fingers down my sleeve. “You look perfect.”

I look perfect.

I was prickling under my suit, my heart pounding, but I wasn’t nervous anymore. My shoulders were high and my smile was genuine, and I knew I could do this, any of this.

“I’ll try the rest,” I said.

 

I tried not to think about the bags in the back, or the figure missing from Carl’s bank account. It made me a little queasy.

“I’ll pay you back,” I said for the tenth time. “I have money, now.”

“No,” he said. “You won’t.”

I’ll pay you in kind, then. The prospect made my pussy clench, and I was still aching there.

It thrilled me that I could still feel where they’d been, as though they’d marked me somehow. Made me theirs.

“Can you stay?” Rick said. “Go with Carl to work in the morning? Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

I thought about my case full of clothes, slung in the passenger seat of my old rust bucket. Of my lack of toothbrush, and hair products. But mainly I thought of Samson.

Jack could take care of him, just for one more night. The weather was good enough for outdoors, and Samson would like that. He’d definitely like that. I could ask Jack the question, at least.

I sent off a text message and the reality of my situation came pouring in. Nine to five in Cheltenham. How would I fit in any riding? How would I fit in my waitressing evenings? How would I work my notice period with Benny?

“If you don’t like the clothes, we can take them back, try another boutique tomorrow,” Carl said, and I realised I was scowling.

“No,” I said. “It’s not that.”

“What, then?”

“Just… logistics,” I said. “I wasn’t expecting a job when I walked into that office this afternoon. I have… commitments.”

“Samson?”

“And work, and life, and things.”

He shrugged. “We’ll make it work, the stuff that matters.”

We will? I hoped so.

I did what I had to do. I made the calls, I explained the opportunity, letting down the people who’d been so good to me, offered me work when I’d needed it, standing by me through university when my shifts had to fall all over the place to accommodate my studying. They were kind and encouraging and that only made me feel more guilty, more unsure.

I called my mum, too.

“I’m so glad you saw sense!” she said. “Show them what you’re made of! I’m so proud of you, Katie. So proud.”

I told her I was staying with friends. Maybe even a special friend, and she was pleased about that, too. I wish I could have told her how things really were, how I was holed up in heaven with a double whammy of gorgeousness, how they were sending me crazy, making me giddy, making me feel so alive.

But no. What kind of girl dumps a confession like that to their mother?

“Samson,” I said, finally. “I’m just worried how all this will affect my time with my baby.”

“Samson will still be there in six months,” she said. “Samson will be just fine, waiting. He’s had all of you, Katie, for long enough. It’s time.”

I was missing him so much it hurt my tummy, desperate to mount up and canter through the woods until my soul soared, but by the same token I really didn’t want to leave the guys. Especially not when Carl opened up a bottle of champagne and handed me a flute.

“To new opportunities,” he said, and we toasted. “You’ve a fair amount of prep work to catch up on, but I can help. We can work through the technical slides over the evenings. Come Monday you’ll be as geared to start live calling as the rest of them. An even playing field.”

And then I hit him with it, the topic I’d let slide all day.

“What did Verity want with you?” I focused my eyes straight on his. “I saw you leave the room with her.”

He shrugged. “Verity is always wanting something. She’s a complainer.”

“She doesn’t want me there, does she?”

He took my shoulders and squeezed, stared down at me with smouldering eyes that turned my legs to jelly. “It doesn’t matter what Verity wants, Katie. Not to me.”

“That’s refreshing. The whole world normally revolves around what Princess Verity wants.”

“An even playing field, like I said.” And there was meaning in the words he left unsaid, his tone heavy and lingering.

An even playing field. The same starting point, she and I. Both of us with our toes on the same line, competing on the same track, and this time there’d be no fancy outfits that would give Verity the upper hand, no special coaches in the wings to up her game and set her out of my league.

No special treatment. No biased scholarships. No wad of cash set to raise her to a higher platform.

Just us, like for like, waiting for the bell to ring. Round one!

My brain raced through the times I’d felt inferior and she’d revelled in it. The posh birthday parties, just for her, even though her birthday was just five days before mine, where I’d been the poor girl, the useless half-sister, the odd one out. How she’d laughed at me with her friends until I’d cried all night to Mum.

Look at my ponies, Katie. All of them, all mine. You don’t have a pony, do you?

Look at my dolls, Katie. All of them, all mine. You don’t have dolls like mine, do you?

Look at my daddy, Katie. He loves me, not you. Why are you even here, Katie? Nobody likes you here. Nobody wants you here.

Just go home to your own mum, Katie, where you belong.

I hate you, Katie. You’re not my sister. You’re nobody. Just an ugly girl without a proper daddy.

I’d struggled to pay for one horse, she’d had ten. I’d begged and bargained to get lifts to local eventing circuits with Samson, she’d had a tailor-made horse wagon with sleeping quarters. I’d taken two jobs to support me through a business degree from Worcester University, she’d waltzed through Oxford without the burden of tuition fees, taking International Business, French and Latin with extra time coaching.

I learned to sew to repair tired items in my wardrobe to extend their usefulness, she’d had a whole new wardrobe every season. Every fucking season.

But now, for the first time, we were matched. Even.

None of it mattered, not really. I’d learned to accept it and take pride in my own accomplishments a long time ago, but this… this, promise felt warm in my belly.

The promise of fair treatment. The prospect of taking on Verity without all the fanfare and the glamour and the hype that usually follows her around.

Maybe, just maybe, I could go up against Princess Verity Faverley on an even playing field and win.

I could win.

And maybe I wanted to. The feeling felt alien, cold and scaly but surprisingly compelling.

“What are you thinking?” Carl said, and he was still staring at me, his eyes eating me up.

I put my champagne on the side. “Let’s start on those technical slides,” I said.

* * *

I soaked it all in, everything he told me. Went over the slides again and again until they made sense. I wanted to please him, wanted to get it right.

Rick hung out with us, playing retro arcade games on his tablet while we crunched sales statistics. His hip was pressed to mine, the tickle of his beard against my shoulder as Carl and I talked work. He didn’t hurry us, or try to interject, just kept himself amused in his own little bubble while we worked away right next to him.

I imagined he was used to it.

Carl split the remaining champagne between our three glasses. “Don’t get too caught up in the technicalities,” he said. “It’s about forming relationships, not about selling technology. You just need enough of the framework to add value to the client.”

I nodded. “Can’t hurt, though, right? Knowing the details?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’d be surprised. Sometimes a little knowledge does more harm than good.”

“Score,” Rick announced. He showed us his tablet, a new personal best on Frogger. “Piss and smoke calling, think I’ll bail while I’m winning.”

I watched his ass as he walked away, and Carl smirked at me.

“Our lovely Richard has a mighty fine derriere.”

I smiled. “He does.” And I imagined Carl fucking him. The thought sent tingles through my tits. This champagne was certainly loosening me up. I stretched out my legs as Carl closed down his laptop, watching his fingers dance over the keyboard. He shut the lid and pushed it aside.

“So,” he said. “Was that worthwhile?”

“I hope so.”

“Quite a turnaround, considering you planned to tell your father to get stuffed a few hours ago. I’m impressed.”

“It’s an opportunity,” I said. “For something special, something I really want. Might as well make the best of it.”

“My sentiments exactly.”

He was still in his suit, still cutting a professional edge even though he was at ease on the sofa. I dared to reach out, ghost his cheek with my fingers. His eyes met mine and stayed there.

“Thanks,” I said. “For everything today.”

“You’re welcome. Just get me some decent results next week.”

“I’ll do my best.”

He draped an arm across my shoulders, curling his hand around to point at my tits. “Bite me, baby. I could have done without seeing such an invitation plastered across your tits all day.”

“Don’t,” I groaned. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m never wearing these clothes again.”

“Not ever?” He feigned horror. “But I quite like them.”

“Whatever, Carl.”

He put a hand on my thigh, squeezed. “We’d better get ready to wrap up for the night,” he said. “Early start.”

He was pulling away when I stopped him, gripping his wrist before he could leave, and he paused, his eyes questioning. “Wait,” I said. “Please.”

I was a bag of nerves as I took hold of his tie and pulled his face to mine. He moved slowly, his breath on my lips for long seconds before they made contact.

“You don’t have to…” he whispered. “You don’t owe me anything, Katie…”

“I know,” I said, and kissed him.

I may have made first contact, but Carl led from the front. He kissed me deep, his body angling towards mine, pinning me back against the sofa, his fingers at the hem of my stupid top.

He groaned against my lips, pulling away only to clear a path for my t-shirt as he yanked it up and over my head. He tossed it to the side and I took his hands in mine, put them on my tits. “Touch me. Please, Carl, touch me…”

He squeezed me, pushed his thumbs inside my bra to rub at my nipples, and it tingled, made them hard. I squirmed in my jeans, hitching a leg to stretch the denim tight against my pussy, and his hand went there.

“Horny girl,” he growled. “Are you still sore? Does your pussy still remember how hard we fucked you?”

I nodded.

He ground his palm against my mound, and the denim was so stiff against my clit.

“We’ll take it in turns tonight,” he said. “Over and over.”

His knuckles rubbed the seam at my crotch and made me squirm, and he lowered his head to suck my tit into his mouth, taking as much as he could fit. I loved the noises, the slurp of his mouth and his soft grunts, the rub of his hand between my legs.

My eyes met Rick’s as he appeared back in the doorway, and he smirked at me, his fingers at his shirt buttons. “Nice,” he said. “I’m gonna leave you two alone more often if this is the shit I come back to.”

He ditched his shirt at the side of the sofa and knelt up alongside me, his eyes on Carl’s mouth as he slurped at my tit. Rick took my knee and tugged my legs wider apart, and he brushed Carl’s hand away, pulling down my zipper and squirming his way inside my jeans. He found my clit and pressed hard, circling it in long slow motions.

He lowered his face to Carl’s. “Share,” he said, and he poked his tongue out, hunting after the same nipple.

Share. Fuck, how I wanted them to share.

Carl plopped my nipple from his mouth and guided it to Rick, and Rick sucked where he’d been, sucked hard. I groaned and pulled my bra down fully, arched my back, loved the sight of Rick sucking me, and Carl’s open mouth as he latched onto my other nipple. I placed my hands to the backs of their heads and pulled them into me. Closed my eyes to it as they sucked hard. They bit. They nibbled. And I moaned like a bitch and held them there, pressed them into me until they pulled away, gasping for breath, mouths wet, eyes drooling.

I couldn’t speak, breaths too heavy, nostrils flaring. My hands went to my tits, squeezed them, loving the wetness two hungry mouths had left on my skin. “Oh God,” was all I managed, my ass squirming of its own accord.

Between them they pulled down my jeans, yanking them down my thighs and pulling them off over my feet, and there was only the wet cotton of my knickers hiding my pussy from them.

Two sets of fingers rubbed at me, two thumbs aiming for my throbbing clit.

“Yes,” I hissed. “Make me come… I need to come…”

I was still aching inside, a dull pain as my clit fluttered and my muscles clenched, but I wanted them. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be fucked hard enough that I’d feel them all the way through tomorrow.

Carl dropped from the sofa, and the warmth of his mouth pressed wet and breathy to the inside of my thigh. He scraped his teeth and kissed his way up my skin, nudging my clit with his nose as he breathed in my scent, and fuck I pushed into him. He took the fabric of my knickers between his teeth and he sucked, tasting, and I pushed some more, writhing against him. Then he moved the fabric aside and his fingers spread me, his tongue hunting out the throbbing little nub of my clit, and I moaned for him, heard myself saying his name over and over as his fingers searched inside me.

Rick shifted at my side, pulled my hands from my tits, and his smile was so beautiful, just for a few seconds before he lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked me in. Sucked my tit all the way into his mouth – at least that’s what it felt like.

Carl’s tongue darted and lapped at my clit as Rick’s tongue bar flicked at my nipple. His fingers grabbed at my other tit, and pinched and rolled and squeezed and it was fucking heaven.

I took Carl’s hair in one hand, Rick’s in the other, held them in position.

“More,” I said. “Suck… suck me…”

I bucked my hips against Carl’s mouth, and his tongue squirmed and teased. His fingers scissored the tender flesh around my clit, gripping me for his tongue, and he worked me hard, his tongue quickening into tight little circles right where I needed them.

“Fuck, I really need to come now…” I moaned. “Please…”

Carl sucked. He sucked hard. He sucked on my clit until I arched my back and curled my toes. He sucked until I lost my mind and hissed out words that made no sense. He sucked until my grip on his hair loosened, and my breath was deep and fast and evening out.

And then Carl became consumed. He pushed Rick aside and took hold of my shoulders, forced me down onto my back and tugged my knickers off. My hands were reaching for him, hot for the sight of his naked body, the feel of his skin, but he seemed too urgent for that. He loosened his belt and pulled out his cock, thick and dark and heavy as he thumped it against my thigh. He pressed it to my fluttery mound, and Rick raised my head so I could stare at it, the way its length rose to my belly button when his balls pressed to my slit.

Carl ground against me. “Deep,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you deep.”

I nodded, and held my knees to my chest.

Rick laughed, and his voice was thick and horny.

“Open her up,” he said. “Fuck her so deep you’re in her fucking womb, Carl.”

The thought made my clit hiss.

I wanted him in that fucking deep. I wanted him all the fucking way.

Rick moved behind me and lifted my head into his lap, and I could feel the swell of him. He leaned forward and loosened Carl’s tie, unbuttoning his shirt, and I watched Rick’s hands run up Carl’s chest, loving the hunger in his fingers.

I stared up at the two hot guys above me and I wanted to see them together.

“Kiss,” I whispered. “I want to watch you.”

Rick took Carl’s face in his hands and flicked his tongue over Carl’s lips. I saw the glint of his piercing before Carl sucked it into his mouth and they kissed hot and heavy and wet. It was delicious. It was beautiful. It set me on fucking fire.

Rick groaned against Carl’s open mouth, and his fingers dropped to his own belt. He fumbled in his jeans and I felt his cock against my cheek, slapping gently as Rick worked himself. “Fuck her,” he groaned in Carl’s face, and it was only just audible. “Fill that gorgeous little cunt, fill her up.”

And Carl did. His cock pushed inside, and he was a battering ram of hard fucking meat, stretching me as I squirmed. It stung a little as my tender pussy took him in, enough to hitch my breath, and then it ached. Oh it fucking ached. But I wanted it, needed it, craved it. “Fuck me,” I said.

I cried out as he pushed deep, but I didn’t move. My knees were still tight to my chest, my pussy unguarded and willing… and his. My pussy was his.

The boys kept kissing, and Rick was working his dick, and Carl was so fucking deep inside me. Rick guided the head of his dick to my lips and I opened wide. He pushed himself inside my cheek, stretching my lips as I tried my best to suck him, his Prince Albert clipping my teeth as he went.. He took my knees and yanked them towards him, and my weight shifted onto my shoulders, my ass hitching up and into the air.

Carl shifted, too, and he was deeper in this position, I felt him thump against something tender inside me, as far as he could go. And the feeling was surreal. Beautifully surreal.

“Let’s fill her,” Rick hissed. “Fill that pretty little cunt full of us.”

Carl nodded. He nodded and kissed Rick’s lips, full and hard, then he smiled and pinched Rick’s cheeks, sucked on his bottom lip.

And then his attention was on me. He dropped on top of me, his weight bearing down, and his eyes were fierce, hungry for mine as I sucked and slavered and licked at Rick’s shaft.

Carl fucked me, and stretched me, and it ached all the way inside.

“Take her,” Rick said. “She wants it. She fucking wants it all.”

I did want it all. Whatever that even meant.

Carl slammed me, his hips thrusting hard, his skin slapping against mine, each thrust sending waves of horny pleasure through me. It felt like he was right inside my fucking belly, and I loved it, couldn’t get enough of it.

“Yes,” I groaned but it came out so muffled against Rick’s cock. “More. Fuck me.”

Carl growled in my ear. “I’m so fucking deep. I’m all the way inside your hungry little cunt.” I nodded as Rick slapped his dick across my open lips, and Carl thrust hard. I felt his cock reach a dead end, and it ached, oh fuck it ached so fucking beautifully. “This is what I need,” he groaned. “This.” His voice was ragged, strained with his thrusting. “Need to fill your cunt, need to come inside.”

My belly lurched and tickled, and I nodded, let out a gasp.

The ache was building, my pussy clenching and tightening and driving me insane.

“Fuck me hard,” I moaned. “I want you to come, I want to feel you come…”

“Good girl,” Carl growled.

And I was away, delirious, rambling. “I want your cum inside me at work tomorrow, I want to feel you, I want to know you’ve been there…”

“Fuck,” Rick said, and his hand was slapping away at his dick, his balls bouncing against my cheek.

“…I want to be full of you, both of you… I want to be dripping… I want to be all filled up…”

I didn’t know what I was saying, didn’t know why I wanted it so fucking badly. Didn’t know why I wanted Carl’s cum dripping from my pussy all the way through tomorrow.

And Rick’s, I wanted Rick’s, too.

But it was Carl that was grunting and heaving and slamming into my cervix. It was Carl who was on the edge, fucking me hard and fast while I whimpered and squirmed.

It was Carl who rammed all the way inside and groaned as he came, his eyes closed and his abs tense and tight, his whole body tight as his thick cock spasmed inside me.

“Yes…” Rick said, and his hand was working fast. “My turn next, my turn…”

Carl pulled out slowly, but held me in position, shifting to the side to let Rick take his place.

Rick slammed inside in one thrust, and he fucked fast, his hips a fucking piston, his thumb on my clit, and all I could do was shudder and gasp beneath him as he pumped me.

He was already half gone, his eyes glazed and needy. Carl put a hand around his throat, and Rick liked that. I liked it too. The horn just grew horns. Carl squeezed Rick’s throat. Fuck.

“Gonna come,” Rick’s voice was raspy and strained. “Oh, Jesus…”

His thumb sent me over the edge as he lost control, and I cried out loud as he unloaded inside me. A shuddery climax ripped through my body, made me throw my head back against the leather, gripping at the armrest and thrusting back at him until he was spent.

Until we were spent.

I smiled as I caught my breath. “That was fucking amazing… my fucking God.”

Rick pulled out and gave my clit a final flick, and he was grinning.

“Our pleasure.”

He kissed Carl on the lips, and leaned in to kiss me next, and I pulled him close, wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I squeezed him and breathed him in, and held him until he dropped to my side on the sofa.

And then I was reaching for Carl, too. I wanted to hold them both.

But Carl didn’t want to be held.

A thump against my clit made me moan, tender. He was hard again, and his eyes were fierce again, desperate again.

Oh shit. My poor aching pussy.

“Round fucking two,” he said.