Kara
“Oh my god,” I moan, pounding my fist against the table as Chase works my ass over. “Right there—right there! RIGHT FUCKING THERE! YES! YES! YES!”
“You get really into this whole massage thing, huh, babe?” Chase chuckles, rolling my glutes beneath his knuckles and just really getting in there.
Okay, babe, I’ll admit it. It does sound like we’re fucking, but this is honestly just a simple, innocent…sort of naked massage scene. For real!
Although, if I’m being honest, there might be fucking later. Like, you know how things are between me and these guys. One minute, they’re rubbing sensual oils all over my tight, hot, naked bod—the next, they’re inside me.
It’s what I love about this relationship, really. I’m turning into a horny little bitch that Chase and Eric have all for their own pleasure.
And the best thing about dating two guys? At least one of them is almost always down to fuck.
“Protein shake, Kara?” Eric says, jogging down the stairs from the kitchen with a bottle of Protein Plus in one hand and a frosted glass in the other.
“Fancy,” I say. Chase’s hands start working my lower back, and I can already feel all the tension dissolving into thin air. “What flavor is this one?”
Eric holds the bottle in front of my face, and I have to stare at it for a full minute to be sure of what I just read.
“Tropical Man-goo?” I say, dripping with disbelief. “Oh my god—who names these fucking things?”
“We did,” Chase says. “That one was my favorite!”
I giggle as he smacks my ass―and then moan as he digs his fingers into a knot my muscles have formed into just to the side of my spine. It hurts so good—and not just because my boyfriends are the worst product namers of all time.
“It’s like you want women to know that these are full of cum,” I laugh, watching Eric pour the shake into a glass for me.
“I mean, it is right there on the label,” Eric says, shrugging as he hands me my treat.
“Bitches never read the right parts of the label,” Chase adds, shaking his head.
It’s been a month since my big win at Miss Sexy USA, and we’ve been training hard every day since. Even when I’m not working out, I’m practicing my speeches with Eric or getting massages from Chase.
I’ve practically moved into Eric’s Bel Air mansion at this point so we can maximize the amount of time I can put into training…well, and so I can be around for him to fuck any time either of us wants. Chase sleeps over most nights, too, which makes me glad Eric has such a huge fucking bed.
I can’t even count the number of nights since the pageant that I’ve fallen asleep between the two of them. Two warm, muscular beefcakes—one on either side of me. With Chase and Eric around, I’m a proper Kara sandwich—not that I mind.
The only thing that I miss a little bit is my apartment with Holly-Anne and Lucy. We video chat all the time, but it’s not quite enough to make me stop missing them. Plus, I’m pretty sure Holly-Anne keeps feeding Lucy pizza—she’s making my cat a little tubster while I’m away, and I know that when this pageant is over, it will be Lucy’s time to go on a diet of her own.
Speaking of dieting—I’ve never eaten better than this in my fucking life. Eric loves cooking healthy fucking food that’s totally to die for. I’m starting to not feel guilty about consuming calories again—which is awesome, because we burn off a whole fuckload during our workouts.
I’ve perfected the blowjob push-up, the anal sex pull-up, deep throat sit-ups, and, of course, squatting on my gorgeous boyfriends’ dicks. It’s just like they promised, too: I’m gaining muscle, but I couldn’t look any less like a man.
Some combination of their protein shakes, these workouts, healthier eating habits, and a lot of sex has my tits looking bigger and perkier than ever. My ass also looks peachier, and my skin looks clearer, my hair shinier. Fuck, I even think my teeth are looking whiter.
It’s a fucking dream come true, and none of it would be possible without these guys.
“I’m a really lucky woman,” I sigh, giving myself over to the pleasure of both their hands smoothing down my back. They’re taking turns laying little kisses down my spine as I relax naked on the massage table.
It feels so fucking good, I never want it to stop.
“We’re lucky men,” Eric counters. “How are your feet feeling?”
“Sore,” I laugh. “Chase and I did that 10k run while you were making dinner. I think I need new jogging shoes or something—these ones make my feet cramp.”
“Your body might just still be getting used to running,” Chase supplies while Eric moves to massage my arches in his big, strong hands. “You weren’t exactly a cardio queen before you met us. I can’t even imagine what you had to do to lose all that weight.”
“Starved, mostly,” I laugh. Not because it’s funny—but because it’s true.
I spent two miserable years denying myself all of life’s pleasures to get to the weight that I was when I met Chase and Eric. And now, I’ve spent three fucking months indulging in everything I could ever dream of, and I’m only getting hotter.
These fucking guys. They’re literally like magic—I can’t get enough of them.
“It’s good to see you eating better now,” Eric says, stroking my foot between his hands. “You’re too fucking pretty to be suffering, babe.”
“Unless you’re suffering around our cocks,” says Chase. “That’s the only way a hot little bitch like you ought to ever suffer.”
“I’m hardly suffering,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Or is there something about the phrase, Please, Chase, don’t stop, I’m coming! that sounds like suffering to you?”
“Careful, Kara,” Chase warns, sliding his fingers up my inner thigh toward my cunt. It immediately starts throbbing and aching for him—like I said, it’s gotten greedy after all the spoiling Chase and Eric to do it. “Or I might have to show you some fucking suffering…”
“Mmm,” I moan as his fingertips brush against my pussy lips. I’ve got a thigh gap now, so even laying like this—my cunt is all access for Chase’s thick fingers. “Careful, Chase. I might like that.”
“Careful, both of you,” Eric laughs, smacking Chase’s hands away from my cunt—and spanking my ass while he’s at it. “Or I’m going to have to put you in your place, Kara—and Chase, I’ll have to show you who the real alpha male is in this relationship.”
“You’re on, Captain Fuckboy,” Chase challenges.
“Bring it, Lieutenant Limp Dick.”
I roll over and sit up on the massage table, sipping my Tropical Man-goo shake—tastes like yummy cum and mangoes—while I watch the two of them wrestle. It ends in a draw, with neither of them able to break the other’s hold.
It’s fucking hot, watching my men wrestle over me. Really gets the juices flowing—I’m seriously sitting in a puddle of my own honey just watching these two shirtless hotties grapple with each other, all slippery with massage oil and horny for me.
“Shit—I just remembered,” Eric says, shoving Chase away with a wild grin on his face. “We haven’t shown Kara her surprise yet.”
“Damn,” Chase swears, putting his hands on his knees and panting. “That’s a hell of a thing to forget.”
“Is it your boners?” I ask, only half-joking.
I actually kind of do hope that it’s their boners. Like, what could be more perfect, right? Two hot, sweaty, shirtless billionaires with matching 12-inch dicks for me to take turns riding…I sigh wistfully just thinking about how good they’d feel inside me right now.
“Later,” Eric says, tossing me the thin pink silk robe that I’ve taken to wearing around his mansion instead of clothes. “First…come on. You’re going to love this.”
Eric takes me by the hand, and Chase wraps his arm around my waist possessively as they lead me upstairs to one of the many, many spare rooms that Eric’s mansion has to offer.
“No peeking,” Chase instructs me, covering my eyes with his fingertips as Eric opens the door.
“Are you sure it’s not your boners?” I ask as they lead me into the room blind.
“It’s better,” Eric says.
“Well, that can’t be true,” I giggle. “There’s nothing better than—”
Chase pulls his fingers away from my eyes, and my gaze darts around the room…until it lands on a gorgeous light pink luggage set, complete with a sexy little carry-on bag and monogrammed luggage tags.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, taking it all in.
I haven’t had to go abroad since my contract with Gilded Lily ended. I used to fucking love flying—but now it’s dawning on me that I’m finally going to get to do it again when we fly to Japan for the Miss Sexy Universe competition.
My old luggage set is still usable, of course, but it’s nothing nearly as gorgeous as all this.
“Holy SHIT!” I squeal, running over to the pretty new suitcases and hugging them each in turn.
I love them! I fucking love them!
I turn to Chase and Eric with my arms still wrapped around one of the suitcases—on which I lay a wet pink kiss.
“They’re the most beautiful things I own!” I can’t seem to wipe the grin off my face. In fact, all this smiling is giving my cheeks a workout of their own. They’re fucking sore from smiling so much.
“For the most beautiful thing we own,” Eric says, crossing his arms over his chest. He looks so proud for making me smile so hard. Actually…they both fucking do.
“That’s not all,” Chase says as I run over to smother his face with kisses. “There’s a part two to this surprise—but you’ll unfortunately have to get dressed before we can show it to you.”
“Does it involve a ride in the Tesla?” I ask, throwing my arms around Eric’s neck and kissing his biceps.
“It does,” Eric assures me. “So go throw on some of those new yoga pants we bought you—unless Chase has ripped holes in those with his dick, too?”
“She still has a couple pairs left,” Chase says with a dirty grin.
“We can change that when we get back, though,” I wink at them. “I fucking love you both—you know that, right?”
“Love you, too,” they call after me in unison as I scamper off to obey orders.
I don’t know what else they could possibly have in store for me—but I’m excited to find out.