Double Daddy Trouble

All heads turned to face me. I lifted my chin and tried to smile, but my lips were contorted. Mother fucker. Why did he draw me into this?

“Is that true, Isaac? Are you and Dylan that competitive?” Leslie shoved her microphone in my face.

I pressed my palms into my knees. “Sure. We like to compete.”

“What do you think about the engagement?”

I swallowed. “I think it’s great. I wish them all the luck in the world. Congrats, y’all.”

Steve tapped the mic. “Let’s move on to some local press. What do you have Danny?”

“When is it? Have you set a date?”

I was relieved everyone was focused on the press table again.

Dylan threaded his fingers through Vanessa’s, bringing her knuckles to her lips. Everyone gasped when they saw the ring. I hadn’t expected it. The rock was fucking huge.

Vanessa smiled. “We’re going to wait and see what happens at the Super Bowl this year and then set a date for the off season,” she explained.

I sat there for the next hour while Steve directed and managed questions. By the end of the press conference, I knew the rest of the team was ready to get to the locker rooms and get out of these monkey suits.

Instead of heading under the building, I took the elevator to the top floor. The doors retracted and Candy was glued to her screen.

I walked past her. She was watching highlights from the press conference. It was breaking news on all the sports channels.

I pushed through the door to Vanessa’s office. She and Dylan were inside, when I closed the door behind me, locking it in place.

She walked toward me, sliding her arms around my neck.

“How did we do? What did you think?”

I felt her soft warm body in my arms. I groaned, trying to remember what she had asked.

“You were great. Like the perfect bride.”

“Really?”

Dylan strolled up behind her. I stared at him. We had to be thinking the same thing, but the idea of doing that here in ownership’s office was irresponsible and reckless. His palms circled her waist, flattening against her belly.

“Yes. Convincing. Even to Sports Now.”

Her shoulders relaxed as she leaned into Dylan’s chest. My lips crashed against hers. I couldn’t help it. I had to taste her. I had to kiss her.

She wiggled her hips back, grinding into Dylan. He had to be as hard as I was. Before we could direct her, Vanessa started sinking to her knees. I looked at him, surprised she was taking the reins.

“What are you doing, baby?” I asked, my voice husky.

“We’re in my office aren’t we?” she purred. She unbuckled my dress pants before sliding them off my legs and shirking the boxer briefs to my ankles.

“Fuck,” I groaned. My cock bobbed free. Hard and throbbing.

She turned to Dylan, undressing him just as quickly.

She fisted him in her hand as her tongue darted out, flicking over the head of my cock. “Shit, Vanessa,” I hissed.

Her head turned as Dylan’s dick met her lips. He pushed himself in her mouth a few pumps before she pivoted back to me.

It was fucking insane. She rotated between us, sucking each of us off, like she had done this before. Like she wanted to make us come hard and fast. Drive us to the edge of fucking cliff. Switching back and forth while our climaxes built, needing more, taking the few seconds her hot wet velvety mouth gave our cocks.