Double Bossed

“So baby, now it’s your turn to make a decision,” Patrick said and approached her. He extended his hand and caught one strand of her beautiful hair in his hand. “We want you badly and we want to share you. We could give you the kind of pleasure that you’ve never dreamed of.”

“We just can’t let you go,” I said and moved closer to her. “We want you, Cass. All of you.”

My dick started throbbing again. I had to feel her body against mine. That dress was so sexy, but I needed to see what was beneath. I needed to touch her. I took the glass from her hand and brought it to the nightstand.

“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Do you want to be fucked properly, like the way only we can?” I asked when I returned to her. My heart was pounding, wai

ting for her answer.

“What do you think?” she whispered.

7

Cassie

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

This morning came as a shock, but they didn’t fire me. No. They seduced me and turned me on to the point that I was begging them for sex. Hot and heavy three-way sex. These men wanted me with a deep primal need that aroused me. I wanted to experience it. I wanted to know what it felt like to be wanted and needed like that.

I didn’t care whether what happened could be defined as right or wrong. I only wanted more, and it came as a shock, because I’d never lost control like that.

I couldn’t help but want them. I couldn’t get them out of my head. I opened my closet and looked at the right dress before I was even aware of what I was doing. I showered and changed, hoping they would like the dress. I was on my way to their place before I could change my mind. Speed suddenly seemed important. I could outpace my own conscience.

When I arrived at the penthouse, I couldn’t get over how sexy they were. There was something confident and casual about how Patrick and Travis eyed me as if they wanted to eat me alive. As if it were the most basic need in the world. My red dress was definitely the right choice.

And if that wasn’t enough, the penthouse was like a work of art. It was huge, expensive, and beautifully furnished. I could see how it suited them well.

But the introductions and house tours were over. The stories about their hobbies and how they filled their time had been told.

Now we were face to face in the guestroom. This was the moment that would change everything.

“Tell us how dirty you are, baby. Tell us you want to be fucked over and over tonight,” Travis taunted. I looked between him and Patrick.

My heart hammered against my chest, and my pussy started throbbing like they had pressed some switch. They were offering me a fantasy. A sexual night of bliss. A bubbly feeling of excitement coursed through my chest and my whole body trembled in anticipation.

I had no idea what it was like to be with two men at the same time. I’d never even thought about that, but here I was—lusting after both of them, and I couldn’t pick one. No. It didn’t feel right to pick just one.

They also didn’t want me to choose. They wanted to share me, and that thought alone turned me on more than anything.

Even though I knew I should listen to my conscience, I couldn’t help but give in to all my impulses.

“I can be dirty,” I said and smiled.

Patrick moved first and stopped just a few inches from me. He placed his forefinger on my lips, pulling my lower lip down. I grabbed his finger with my teeth and sucked it into my mouth. His dark chocolate eyes became even darker, looking almost black.

“I think that I can’t wait to fuck you all night,” he whispered and moved his other hand to my neck. He placed his fingers over my pulsating vein, tracing it slowly as I grew more aroused.

“I need you to fuck me all night,” I answered him with a raspy voice and glanced at Travis. “Both of you. I want to be with both of you.”

Travis groaned and closed the distance between us, stopping right behind me. He pressed his body flush against mine, grabbing my hips as he grinded against my ass. His hard cock rubbed against my backside as my panties grew wetter. I squirmed, needing the friction. He moved my hair slightly to the side and pressed his lips against my neck as Patrick lowered his hand from my neck to my breast.

“Baby, you’re making me so hard,” Patrick groaned and pressed against my front.

“This is going to feel good, Cassie,” Travis promised and grinded against me again.

“Let’s take your clothes off,” Patrick said and took a step back, watching me carefully as he took one strap of my dress and slid it down my shoulder.

Travis’s lips moved slowly over my exposed neck, making me shudder, and I moaned. He moved backward, breaking the contact between us, and I already missed his body pressed against mine. He pulled the zipper, slowly unzipping the dress down my back as he left kisses over my skin. I whimpered, my desire wetting my panties when his lips traced my lower back and stopped right above my ass.