Her Double Treat Page 10

  It was a dream come true, and when the boys took me out to dinner to celebrate, they asked if I’d like to date them, too. Of course, my decision wouldn’t affect the job proposal.

  After a few dates, Dexter admitted that he would have found it way too distracting to continue working with me every day, like a walking, talking reminder of the world’s best sex.

  Harley & I enjoy each other in the bedroom, but Dexter is the focus of our desire. We’re sort of co-conspirators, working together to bring him to new heights. When we’re in the office, there’s the afterglow of great sex, but no sexual energy between us. We have no trouble at all focusing on work.

  In fact, I love my new job. And I adore Harley. Our styles and personalities mesh perfectly. He’s the best friend I have.

  Officially, I’m Harley’s PA, but he’s also teaching me the tricks of the trade. It’s like a super well-paid internship with major perks.

  The relationship that has developed between the three of us feels perfectly balanced. I’ve never seen any couple as in love as Dexter and Harley are. Watching them together makes my heart swell.

  I’m not always a part of their sex life, and sometimes Dexter and I enjoy ourselves without Harley, or with him as a spectator.

  Sometimes the three of us go out as a throuple, as Harley calls us, but sometimes it’s just the two of them or just me with one or the other of the men. There’s no jealousy or competition.

  I don’t know if it will last forever, but for now, I couldn’t be happier.

  I’m living with them as I search for a new apartment of my own. Harley’s reaction to my old apartment has been more disgusted than to my car. They’ve told me to take my time, save up and find somewhere perfect. Then they’ll help me renovate and decorate if I need to!

  Tonight is the 3 month anniversary of our first night in the beach house. Harley loves surprises, but this time he’s working with Dexter and the two of them have cooked up something for me.

  I’m nervous, in an exciting way. All I have to do is drop off these samples and then I’m heading to the salon to get my hair done. They told me to dress up and I found a stunning hot pink cocktail dress.

  A few hours later, I leave my room fully coifed and decked out in my new gown. The men are waiting in the kitchen and I make a dramatic entrance, doing a little twirl and fluffing my hair.

  Dexter’s eyes darken and I see him adjust himself discreetly. I give him a knowing smile, pleased with the effect my dress has had on him.

  I look at Harley to see if my dress meets with his approval. To my surprise, he’s glaring at Dexter.

  “You told her,” he accuses him. Dexter just stares at him, baffled.

  “Told me what?” I ask, confused.

  “You must have told her,” he whines. “How would she know to wear that dress if you hadn’t told her!”

  I look down at my dress, more confused than ever. “Told me what?” I ask again.

  “I didn’t tell her anything, Harley, and what has her dress got to do with it?”

  Harley looks at me suspiciously. “You really don’t know?” he asks.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I answer truthfully.

  He narrows his eyebrows at me for another moment but then decides to believe us. His boyish enthusiasm is back in a flash and he runs to get a largish sized pink box, depositing it gleefully in front of me.

  “Happy 3-month anniversary,” he shouts and chaps. “Open it, open it.”

  I stare at the box, then him, and then my gaze rests on Dexter. “I didn’t know this was a gift-giving anniversary,” I apologize.

  “When Harley’s involved, everything is an occasion to give gifts.” Dexter smiles at his husband warmly, giving me butterflies. “Go on, open it up.”

  I open the box.

  There is Tiffany blue tissue paper inside, and I catch my breath. I remove the paper and see a diamond collar necklace, of a size and quality I have never even seen in a store window, let alone right in front of me, waiting to be touched.

  I gasp and look at my boyfriends, stunned into silence.

  “Keep going, there’s more,” Harley encourages me to look deeper. More than this?

  I reverently raise the little platform the necklace is resting on and place it on the table beside the box. Underneath there are two matching diamond bracelets, one more of a cuff and the other a dainty wristlet.

  My heart is pounding. I’ve never been so close to so many diamonds. I pick up the cuff and examine it, blown away.

  “It’s all…” I have no words to adequately convey what it all is.

  “There’s more!” Harley can barely contain his excitement. “Keep going!”

  I’m astonished. I can’t imagine more. I can’t wrap my brain around what I can already see.

  I remove the second platform and underneath it, there is a small ring-sized box. I look up at the men, tears in my eyes.

  My hands are shaking as I open the box.

  Inside there’s a ring with a teardrop diamond centerpiece, surrounded by smaller diamond features. It’s probably worth my annual salary.

  “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” Harley bursts out, unable to contain himself.

  As my brain starts to recover from the shock, I understand his concern over my dress. It’s hot pink, just like Marilyn’s in the movie.

  I’m still silent, overwhelmed and having no idea what to say.

  Dexter moves slowly towards me. He takes my right hand in his and picks up the ring. “We wanted you to know that you’ve become a very important part of our marriage.” He slips the ring onto my finger. “You owe us nothing, but we’re so grateful to you.”

  He picks up the delicate bracelet and turns my wrist over, securing the clasp.

  Gently placing my hand back down, he picks up my other wrist and slides the cuff on.

  Then he picks up the necklace and walks behind me.

  As he places the collar around my neck the weight of it astonishes me. My hand rises to touch it, and I’m equally shocked by the weight of the cuff.

  His fingers brush my skin, and a shiver runs down my back, followed by rising goosebumps across my arms. He leans down to kiss my neck.

  Just like every time he touches me, the world seems to fall away. The shock of the diamonds disappears, replaced only by the feel of his lips on my neck.

  His hands find the zipper at the back of my dress and pull it down. The bodice comes loose, and he slips his hands inside, bringing them around to caress my stomach.

  I’ve chosen to wear a corset bustier that has a built-in garter to hold up my thigh high stockings. His hands running over the fishnet lace and wire stays have a unique feel, making my skin tingle under his touch.

  His hands run down to my hips and he shimmies the dress over my hips so that it falls to the ground.

  I step out of it and Harley rushes to pick it up and drape it lovingly over a chair.

  “Well planned, darling,” he approves of my lingerie. “You look exquisite.”

  Still behind me, Dexter bends to put one arm under my legs, supporting my back with the other. He scoops me up and walks me across the threshold of his bedroom.

  He sets me down, near to a wall and stands back to appraise me. “Exquisite is a good word for how you look right now.”

  I gaze at him and run my hand over the necklace.

  I’ve been planning something special for Harley, but I’m not sure if he’s going to be up for it. I hold up one finger to tell Dex to wait a minute and I go over to my purse, which is sitting by the door.

  “I have a little something planned for you boys as well,” I say. Harley hums curiously.

  I pull out a blindfold and show it to him.

  He raises one eyebrow, not understanding.

  Dexter is usually the focus in the bedroom, but he always seems intrigued when Harley tells us how hot it is to watch us together. I get turned on watching
the two of them, so I can understand. I thought Dex might want a show of his own.

  I just don’t know if Harley is quite ready to be serviced by a woman, so I thought the blindfold might help.

  I saunter over to him. “Dexter, you should probably undress your husband,” I suggest. I walk behind Harley and place the blindfold over his eyes.

  “Oh,” he says, enjoying the attention. Dexter smiles and dutifully comes around to unbutton Harley’s shirt. As he works, I start to unbuckle Harley’s pants.

  He sucks in his breath, obviously feeling an extra set of hands on him, but doesn’t say anything or try to move away.

  Dexter peels off his husband’s shirt and distracts him by running his hands over his chest, a move I’m sure he’s done thousands of times.

  I let Harley’s pants fall to the ground and slowly start to run my own, much smaller hands over his legs and ass. Harley sucks in his breath and I can feel his ass flex, but he still doesn’t stop me.

  His cock is firming up, rising against the light cotton of his boxer briefs.

  I get on my knees in front of him. I slip my hand inside his briefs to adjust him. His cock lurches at my touch but gets firmer. I take that as a positive sign. Lightly, I run my fingers up his length.

  He has quite a pretty penis. It’s perfectly straight, soft and smooth to the touch. There is not a hair to be seen.

  While there isn’t a lot of sexual chemistry between Harley and myself on an average day, I have a deep appreciation for the male body, and I’m getting wet as I softly touch this new member.

  I pull down his underpants and leave him exposed. Dexter continues to run his hands over his body in comforting, familiar caresses but uses one hand to unbuckle his pants. As they drop to the floor, I feel him press himself against Harley, letting him feel how hard he is.

  Harley groans and his cock dances.

  I stick my tongue out and lick from balls to tip in one fluid motion. Harley bucks in surprise and his cock gets rock hard, instantly.

  I smile, loving the power I hold over a man who’s never had a woman attend to him before.

  Dexter hums with pleasure and leans forward to kiss his husband, trailing hot kisses up his neck to his waiting lips.

  I wrap my lips around the head of Harley’s cock and slide my mouth down, taking him in as fully as I can.

  “Oh dear god,” he whispers. His hand finds my head and he laces his fingers through my hair, guiding my movement.

  I moan, letting the vibrations echo through him and he thrusts deeper into my mouth in response.

  “I think I need to sit down,” he says, reaching his hand behind him, searching for the bed.

  Pleased, I release him and Dexter ushers him to the edge of the bed. Before I return to my administration, I look at the two sexy men.

  “Is everyone having fun?” I ask.

  “I don’t know what I’m having but please don’t let it stop now,” Harley says.

  My smile grows wider and I look at Dex to see if he’s enjoying the show. He takes me in his arms and kisses me, quickly but thoroughly. He’s enjoying himself.

  I give him a purposeful look and walk in front of Harley. Instead of getting back on my knees, I bend at the waist, presenting my other boyfriend with a clear view of the crotchless state of my lingerie.

  “Oh good lord, woman,” he says, just as I take Harley in my mouth again and he adds his moaned agreement.

  Dexter walks up behind me and runs his fingers between the lips of my already wet pussy.

  Even though I’m a tiny woman in the middle of two, alternatingly dominant men, I always feel like I hold the power. It makes me weak with need.

  I hear Dexter unwrapping a condom and within seconds, I feel the hard pressure of him searching for my entrance. I lift my ass higher, deep-throating Harley at the same time.

  The chorus of moans I hear in return excites me, and I hum around the cock in my mouth.

  “I’ve never seen anything so sexy,” Dexter says as he slides inside me.

  I feel full, from all angles, and I love it.

  Dex moves inside me and I relax my jaw, letting his thrusts provide the momentum for the blow-job I’m performing.

  I can’t see anything any longer, so I give up my control and let Dexter lead. I focus on the sensations rippling through my body.

  Dexter’s hands on my hips. Harley’s grip on my hair.

  Each time Dex slides out, I feel a devastating need for him to be back inside me, deeper. I feel myself opening, wanting more.

  Normally by now, I’d be begging, but my mouth is otherwise occupied. As if he could read my body language, Harley begs for me.

  “Holy fuck, don’t stop. Just like that. Oh my god, that’s good.”

  And then I feel him grow that extra bit harder, signaling he’s about to blow.

  “Oh god, you’re going to make me come. I’m going to come!” He leans back as if expecting me to set him free, but I take him deeper in my mouth.

  “Holy fuck!” he groans in surprise, his fingers tightening in my hair as he loses control and fucks my mouth.

  I feel his warm load hit the back of my throat and, because he’s so deep, it trickles down without me needing to swallow.

  He spasms a few times and then groans in satisfied pleasure.

  I pull my head up, giving him one last little suck and making him jump.

  He lets go of my hair and takes his mask off.

  “Good fucking god, Fiona, I never thought I’d enjoy that so much.”

  I smile up at him, happy to have surprised him.

  He gives a goofy grin to Dexter. “Don’t stop on my account,” he says, leaning back to watch us.

  I use the space to fall forward onto my elbow, leaning over him. My breasts brush his softening cock and his eyes widen.

  Dexter grabs hold of my hips and starts to move in circular motions inside me. This sets my entire body tingling and I gasp.

  “Deeper,” I beg. I need to be filled.

  He knows what I like, and he drives deep inside me, hitting all the right places.

  “Yes!” I cry out urgently, feeling pulses of pleasure that seem to radiate out of his cock and into my pussy. “Harder!” I demand.

  “I’m so close,” I gasp, just seconds before I feel my body tensing. It comes on slowly and yet suddenly. I lose myself in the waves of pleasure that moves through my body, starting deep inside me.

  My pussy contracts around Dexter and he moans, driving himself even deeper inside me. My entire body spasms with the intensity of my orgasm.

  As I come down from my climax, I feel him inside me, and his fingers dig into my hips. He holds himself still as his orgasm tightens the muscles of his body.

  After a few seconds, he pulls out slowly.

  I collapse on top of Harley, suddenly unable to hold myself up.

  He squeals as my feminine bits get all over him. Apparently, the moment is over and he’s back to being scared of my lady parts.

  This makes me giggle uncontrollably and I don’t move to get off him. He squeaks my name and then calls out to Dexter to “get her off of me!”

  I can hear Dex laughing and then I feel him beside me on the bed. He pulls me off Harley and snuggles me into the little spoon position. We scooch to the center of the bed and Harley

  THE END

  Love On Fire

  CHAPTER 1

  Nicole

  When class is finally over, all I want to do is run back to my dorm room and shut out all the people for a little while.

  Today was my long day and for an introvert like me, it’s more exhausting to be surrounded by hundreds of students in 4 different classes than it is to just get my work done.

  The idea of getting cozy at my own desk with my own laptop and diving deep into my term project that’s due in a few weeks sounds fantastic. Add to that the steaming mug of tea that I’ve been dreaming about for the past few hours and you’ve g
ot yourself a slice of my heaven.

  Larissa and Stephanie, my roommates and de facto best friends, have different plans, though. As we walk back towards our dorm, they natter on about a party that’s going on tonight, but I’m only half-paying attention.

  “Nicole! Are you even listening?” Stephanie asks, and the way she’s shaking her head at me with a wry smile tells me she knows I wasn’t and makes me feel more than a little socially helpless.

  The two girls the university put me in a dorm room with are absolutely lovely and sweet and I couldn’t ask for nicer friends but…

  They’re party animals! There’s nothing they love more than going out dancing or hitting up the busiest party on campus. They’re always talking about boys and getting drunk and who’s doing who.

  I know that’s the typical college experience, but I just don’t have it in me to be that typical. I’ve tried. When we first moved onto campus together, I tried so hard to be one of the girls. To shatter the rock-hard shell that I’d wrapped around myself since early childhood. I wanted to be a different person.

  That’s what people do when they move onto campus, right? Become a new, improved version of themselves?

  But somehow, I didn’t evolve properly or something, because I’m still the same fat, shy wallflower that I was in high school.

  If Larissa knew what I was thinking I know she’d scold me for being hard on myself. They really are sweet girls. They’re both always trying to convince me that I’m beautiful and not fat, but I know they’re just being nice. They’re both size 6 and have men falling over them wherever they go.

  When I go to parties with them, they’re instantly the center of attention. Any attention I get usually makes me feel like the dress I decided to wear is too short or too tight and everyone is wondering why such a dumpy girl is following around the celebrities. So, I fade into the shadows and hide until no one notices me and I can run back to my room.

  I don’t think I have that kind of energy in me today.

  I shrug and give Stephanie a guilty look. “Sorry, I was just thinking about all the work I have to do. I don’t think I could focus on enjoying myself…I’d just be thinking about the deadlines I’ve got coming up.”