23
Abby
The way her heels clacked against the marble sounded as if they were ticking off seconds from a clock. Counting her last seconds of innocence with every stride.
She tossed the sequined clutch she carried to the party on the couch, expecting Deacon and Cole to pounce as soon as she was free.
Deacon walked to the bar. “Should we order dinner and have a drink while we wait?”
Her eyes widened. “We’re having dinner first?”
Cole laughed. The sound of his voice was clear and deep. She loved it.
“Yes, baby. We’re starving. And there is no reason for all of us to be hungover tomorrow. Don’t forget. We’re here to work. Tomorrow is going to be huge for all of us.”
He kissed her on the cheek in passing, when he walked to meet Deacon at the bar.
She felt stupid. She felt like she was inexperienced. She was. She’d never slept with two men before. There were a few books she had read with a small scene here and there, but she didn’t know what actually happened. How could she satisfy them? How could they both want her so desperately?
“What should I order?” Deacon asked. “The chefs know our favorites, but we don’t know yours.” He looked at Abby. “What do you want tonight, sweetheart?”
What she wanted was to be hauled to the master suite and touched and teased, but that wasn’t on any of the five-star restaurant menus.
“Maybe a grilled chicken salad?”
“You have the world’s best chefs at your beck and call and you want a chicken salad? You can do better than that.” Deacon strolled forward, handing her a drink. “You can have anything you want. Think about that. Anything.”
“I’ve tried to tell you. I’m simple. I don’t need fancy dinners and bottles of wine that cost a thousand dollars. I’m fine with chicken salad. It doesn’t have to be something from France I can’t pronounce.” The frustration in her voice came to the surface.
“Hey, hey. Don’t be upset. I just want you to be happy. I want to give you the best.”
Deacon quickly wrapped an arm around her. Within seconds Cole was on her other side lifting her eyes to his.
“The money doesn’t define us, Abby.”
“It doesn’t?” It was difficult, but she broke free from them and walked to the window. She could see all of Las Vegas from here. The city sparkled in front of her like a diamond. “Look at this view. Look at the suite. The jet. Even this dress I’m wearing, and the panties I’m not.” She glared at them. “The money is everywhere I turn. It’s almost all I can see.”
Deacon looked quizzically at Cole. “What’s going on? What is all the money talk about?”
Cole shoved his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know all of it. She mentioned tonight that she might not be a fan of our billion-dollar company and what we have in our bank accounts.”
Abby chewed the inside of her cheek nervously. She may have just ruined everything.
“Abby, is that true? You have something against our empire?”
“I know you don’t see it, but money is fleeting. Life is fleeting. What if you spend all your time worried about money? Making money so you can spend it? What if you wake up one day and the money is gone and you have nothing else in your life? Do you ever think about that?”
“Why do you think we are so crazy about you?” Deacon asked.
“What?” She blinked.
Cole met her at the wall of windows. “Why do you think we want you, Abby?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “Sex?”
Deacon made her feel dizzy when he tilted her chin toward him. She looked in the depths of his eyes. They seemed warmer. As if he could protect her. Keep her safe.
“We want more than work. We want something in our life that has meaning, sweetheart. You are that meaning. Sex is just the way we show it. It’s how we tell you what you mean to us.”
“It is?” She felt her pulse race.
“It is,” Cole echoed. “You’re right. The money doesn’t mean shit, if you don’t have someone in your life. We want you to be that someone.”
She nodded. She didn’t care if they were using lines. The impact was powerful. She felt her heart open to them in a new way.
Deacon’s lips found hers first. She clung to him while Cole pressed his mouth to the back of her neck. He tugged the zipper on the back of the dress and Deacon helped slide it over her shoulders.
“Let’s postpone dinner,” Deacon growled.
He pushed her into Cole’s arms. His mouth collided with hers, twirling his tongue as she tasted the sweetness of his tongue. Deacon moved down her legs, unfastening the intricate lacing of her high heels and removing them from her feet.
She felt petite and tiny without them. The men towered over her naked body.
“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” she begged. “Tell me those words aren’t lies.”
“They aren’t,” Cole promised.
“This is as real as it gets,” Deacon groaned into her neck.
She was sandwiched between them. Her breasts pressed into Cole’s shirt. Deacon’s hard cock straining through his pants to reach her. Their hands and lips were everywhere. She stood, trembling in front of the window while they kissed and touched her.
A hand on her nipple. Fingers between her wet folds. A hot mouth on her neck. One taking her mouth.
She was dizzy. She was drunk. She spun from Deacon’s arms to Cole’s. It was beautiful. It was electric. Their hands explored every inch of her skin. They took their time coasting up and down her body, not leaving any part of her untouched by their fingers or lips. No man had bothered to study her and discover her body this way. To have it happen by two men at once was overwhelming. She almost couldn’t keep up as her mouth moved from Deacon to Cole, hungry for their kisses.
She squealed when Cole lifted her from the floor. She caught Deacon’s sultry stare. His fingers were stripping the shirt from his chest as he followed them through the maze of rooms. He was only a step behind them. Cole lowered her to the bed and pulled his crisp shirt from his broad frame, tossing it to the floor of the suite.
They stood in front of her, two beautiful sex gods. But she had no idea what was in store for her next. She watched in amazement as their hands landed on their belts, then zippers. Her jaw dropped when Deacon stepped out of his black pants. His cock bulged between his legs, bobbing free.
“Oh God,” she whispered. He grinned wickedly.
Cole’s cock was freed next and she felt her belly do a somersault when she saw his beautiful hard shaft. Holy shit, they were hung. It should be a crime to be that gorgeous and have cocks so enormous.
“I-I don’t know which one…I want them both,” she whimpered. She licked her lips. She was hungry for them. Desperate to taste them. To feel them penetrate her body.
“You get them both, baby,” Cole teased. “You get everything you want.”
It was a dream come true. She didn’t have to choose. She didn’t have to pick one man over the over. They both wanted her and she could have them.
Deacon crawled on the bed first, pinning her to the bed on her back. He kissed her long and hard. She felt his cock slide between her legs. She looked over his shoulder and saw Cole holding his shaft, fisting himself. It was such a turn on. Watching him, watch her. Shit, she didn’t know anything could be like this.
Deacon’s kisses led from her mouth to her throat and sucked her tit, biting until she screamed with pleasure. Her back arched as he toyed with her nipple.
He grabbed her hips as his feet hit the floor, dragging her ass to the edge of the bed.
Her body was on fire. She loved how he touched her. Everything about this was amazing. She wanted him. She wanted Deacon inside of her. And then Cole climbed on top of her, straddling her breasts. His cock was heavy as he rubbed it against her skin. She whimpered. Now she wanted him.
Just as he pushed his shaft to her lips, she felt Deacon’s cock nudge the entrance of her pussy.
She was already exploding with sensation.
“Let me fuck your pretty lips, baby, while Deacon fucks that sweet pussy of yours,” Cole growled.
Her eyes met his. The pools of blue were inescapable. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to taste the drop of dew on his head. Her eyes closed, savoring his scent and flavor.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His hands fell forward on the mattress as he thrust in her mouth at the same time Deacon lifted her legs to his shoulders and pushed inside her with his wide cock.
She was filled from both ends. It was thrilling. It felt dirty and wicked. She sucked Cole as he pumped in and out of her mouth. Each time he went deeper until he was at the back of her throat.
Deacon’s cock was claiming her pussy as he sank in her walls. She squeezed and clenched, trying to absorb the fullness of him. He was so wide, she could barely stretch around him, but it felt as if their bodies were melting together in the fire of his thrusts.
“She’s so fucking tight, Cole. Fucking sweet and hot. Ohh Abby. This pussy is mine. So mine.”
She tried to talk, but Cole’s shaft filled her mouth between breaths. He pumped faster.
Soon he was out of control. His rhythm intense as his orgasm built. Deacon matched his pace. Pushing inside her, stretching her, taking her up a cliff where she was sure she would shatter when she fell off the edge.
“Is she ready?” Cole groaned.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Deacon answered. He leaned one arm to the bed.
Her eyes shot open, but Deacon had already grabbed the baton. Her ass was so high in the air, she was exposed. He rubbed her opened, pressing his thumb against the tight rosebud. She groaned, knowing the fire would spread through her belly when he fucked her with it fully. She tired to relax. She licked and sucked Cole, focusing on what he was giving her. Her muscles relaxed as Deacon sank the baton inside her forbidden zone.
Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. She wanted more, but the pressure was followed by prickles of pain. Deacon was so big inside her, adding the baton was too much. She wanted both. She wanted him to fuck her in both places, but her body had to adjust. They were right. There was no way she handle either of them yet.
Cole turned around to watch.
“Baby, open up. Let me see you take it like you’re going to take my cock.”
She wanted to do this for him. She wanted him to know she could handle it. She tried to relax. It was enough that Deacon thrust the baton deeper inside her.
“Fuck her again, man,” Cole instructed.
Deacon slid the baton to the edge of her opening and Abby welcomed the next thrust. It filled her.
She bucked off the bed. Every opening was bursting with fireworks. Her tits hardened. Her belly burned. Her spine fired with flames. The orgasm ripped through her. It canvassed her body, circling her pussy and spreading through her ass.
“Oh fuck. Fuck,” Cole groaned as he jerked his hips forward, releasing himself in her mouth.
“You’re so fucking amazing, Abby.” Deacon thrust hard, searing the baton in her ass as he emptied himself deep in her core. He stood at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wider as his cock fired rockets inside her.
Slowly, Cole slid his shaft from her mouth, rolling on his side. She licked her lips, swallowing the last bits of his essence. He tasted salty and sweet. Her legs were still in the air. Deacon was buried inside her. The sweat dripped from his brow. He fell forward, kissing her breast.
“That was fucking amazing.”
Her body tingled from every pore. Her blood rushed with new energy.
Cole leaned to kiss the corners of her lips. “Did it feel good, baby?”
She nodded. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Deacon rolled off her to the opposite side, pulling his cock and the baton from her at the same time. She suddenly felt empty. She wanted them back. She wanted to feel whole again.
Cole’s palm coasted over her naval and slid between her legs. She was sore, but it felt good.
“Mmm,” she murmured.
He gently wound his fingers over her clit and to her entrance, making a figure eight.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. “You have no idea what you looked like with my cock in those lips.”
She couldn’t believe she was already turned on again. He pumped a finger inside her. It hurt, but it was a sweet pain.
“I want this.” He pushed another finger inside her.
She nodded. Could this possibly happen again?
She looked down and saw how hard he was already.
“Please,” she begged, but her eyes were on Deacon. Somehow it felt natural to have the two of them here. “I want the full thing. Everything. Can we?”
Deacon shook his head. “You aren’t ready. It’s going take time. More than a few fucks with a toy.”
“I don’t want to wait. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Cole rolled on his back. His cock bobbed up and down. “You could never disappoint us after what you did. Are you kidding? You’re perfect. And waiting a little while for that perfect ass is fine by me. It means we get to be more creative on how to make you come.”
He continued to massage her clit. She knew Deacon’s come was oozing from her legs, but it didn’t matter. She hadn’t thought about condoms. No one asked about her birth control. They had all acted on impulse. They could talk about that later.
“I need your pussy, Abby,” Coal growled.
“Go on,” Deacon urged. “I’ve got another toy for you. I’ll be right behind you.” He winked.
She rolled on her side, kissing Cole as he pulled her on top of him. His cock nestled between her folds. It was so intimate and close knowing he was going to be inside her after Deacon had. It had seemed crazy when they talked about it, but now she understood. They all shared in this together. Her body was hers to give to them. They didn’t take her. She gave herself to both of them. Nothing had felt so pure.