by Shayla Black
“Goddammit!” That was as much as she got out before Elijah’s hand connected with her ass with a loud smack. “Ouch!”
He didn’t react to her cry of pain. Instead, he placed three more firm smacks on her ass and upper thighs as Logan held her down. Brooklyn gasped with each blow but didn’t try to get away. She wasn’t sure why. His spanking fucking hurt. But the truth was, it was driving her arousal even higher.
Elijah spanked her twice more and Brooklyn exploded, her body jerking hard as she came.
“God, oh God, oh God.” Bright lights flashed behind her closed eyes and every sound in the room was muted out by the white noise deafening her. She’d managed to give herself a few weak orgasms in the past, but they’d been nothing like this. She wasn’t even sure she could call them orgasms now.
She came back to herself slowly, surprised to find herself on her back, lying in the center of the bed, Logan and Elijah sitting on either side of her.
She blinked several times, then cleared her throat. “Why are you both still dressed?” Her voice was husky, and she struggled to figure out if that sexy sound had come from her.
Both men laughed.
“She came from a spanking,” Elijah said, and she thought she heard the slightest tinge of amazement in his voice.
“We’ve created a monster,” Logan said. “And we haven’t even had sex yet.”
Elijah reached for her, kissing her with so much passion it took her breath away. She was vaguely aware of Logan leaving the bed. When the mattress dipped a few minutes later, Elijah released her.
Brooklyn gasped as Logan knelt next to her, completely naked, his cock erect. Both her bosses spent an hour at the gym they’d installed for the employees in the basement of their building every single day. Logan’s hard work showed in the form of honest-to-God six-pack abs.
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
Logan bent down and kissed her. Unlike the sweet kiss he’d offered at the pub, she noticed this one was hungrier, harder, less controlled.
She loved it.
They broke apart and she saw Elijah hand Logan something. The tear of a wrapper told her it was a condom.
This was it, she thought. She was going to lose her virginity. And not to just one man but to two. She’d never thought karma was on her side until this moment.
Logan rolled the condom on and then he climbed over her, caging her beneath him. She felt Elijah’s hand on her knee, urging her to open her legs, open herself for Logan.
She did so, sucking in a breath when she felt the head of his cock at her opening.
Logan paused for just a moment and she sensed he was giving her one last chance to stop him, to stop this.
She smiled at him and whispered, “I need you.”
Logan slid in slowly, taking his time. Brooklyn was wet and hot, but even so, it was a tight fit. She winced when he was about halfway in, experiencing a moment’s panic that this wasn’t working, that he was too big.
That fear was gone in a flash when he withdrew half an inch, then pressed the rest of the way in with one firm thrust.
“Oh my God,” she cried out. Logan held still as her pussy throbbed, and she tried to assimilate this delicious invasion.
“Brooklyn,” he murmured. “Are you okay, baby?”
She nodded, then gave him a rueful grin when she realized she’d dug her nails into his back, scratching the skin.
“Sorry,” she said softly.
“I’m not. I’m going to like feeling that reminder of this tomorrow.”
She melted a little, loving Logan’s romantic demeanor as much as she adored Elijah’s sexy dominance.
He kissed her cheek. “Ready for more?”
She nodded, then gasped as he withdrew almost completely before pushing back in again. He moved in and out, deeply, in a steady rhythm, hitting places inside her she didn’t know existed. Through it all, he kissed her, whispering sweet nothings, stroking her face as if she were made of glass, making her feel like the most cherished, most adored woman on the planet.
And while she felt wholly consumed by Logan, she never forgot Elijah’s presence. He sat next to them on the bed, watching without joining. He didn’t seek to touch or kiss her, but she still felt him, felt his eyes on them, his desire. It was almost palpable.
“Logan,” she said, her back arching. “Close. I’m so close.”
“Me too, baby.” He reached down and stroked her clit, ensuring that she came first. It took mere seconds once he added the extra stimulation.
She cried out his name as she came, loving the way he did the same, thrilled to hear her name on his lips as he succumbed to his own powerful climax.
He kissed her, still tucked inside her. “Baby,” he murmured. “You’re so perfect, so fucking perfect.”
Logan rarely cursed, so to hear him do so told her just how much he’d been moved by making love to her.
Her first.
She blinked a few times, trying to beat back the happy tears. She didn’t want either man to see them and misunderstand.
Of course, Elijah never missed anything. He brushed his thumb under her eye, capturing some of the wetness. She glanced his direction and smiled to set his mind at ease.
He didn’t appear to need the comfort. The clever man recognized her response for what it was—unbridled joy.
Logan slowly withdrew from her, shifting to the edge of the bed and standing. “Let me clean up real quick. Don’t do anything without me.”
Elijah laughed as Logan walked to the bedroom. “Asshole hates to miss anything.”
“You both like to watch.” She hadn’t worded it as a question because she already knew the answer.
Regardless, Elijah nodded. “I’m not sure how to explain it, but I get off on watching almost as much as doing the act.”
He was still dressed, but even so, one glance below his waist proved he was speaking the truth. The outline of his erection was visible through his jeans.
Elijah rose from the bed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. She pushed herself up, her back propped on pillows as she enjoyed this private strip tease.
Elijah was broader, thicker than Logan, but equally built. She’d turned down their invitations to join them in the gym to work out because she hadn’t wanted them to see how out of shape she was.
Hindsight was twenty-twenty, because all she’d done was deny herself one hell of a view. Actually…two views.
Elijah had just kicked off his jeans and boxers when Logan returned from the bathroom.
She expected Elijah to get right down to business, so she was surprised when he sat facing her, without touching her.
“Are you sore?” he asked. “Because nothing more has to happen tonight.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to remind him that tonight was all they had. She didn’t waste the breath. While she knew that was absolutely the smart, safe thing to do, Brooklyn didn’t bother to pretend she’d manage to keep away from her bosses even if they did agree to honor her request.
“I don’t want to stop. I want you.”
She expected her words to please him, but Elijah’s soft sigh sounded almost regretful. “Logan took you first because he’s the gentler lover. It was your first time and you needed someone who would go slow, give your body time to adjust to him.”
Brooklyn grinned, fully aware of what Elijah was trying to warn her about. “I love how gentle he is, but you saw me come from that spanking. I have a feeling I’m going to like it rough just as much.”
“Be that as it may, you were a virgin twenty minutes ago. I think we should give your body time—”
Brooklyn reached out to wrap her hand around Elijah’s cock, caressing it with firm, hard strokes. She didn’t have a clue what had made her so bold, but she knew she had to do something drastic. Because Elijah wanted to stop for the night and there was no way she was going to let him.
“Jesus, beauty,” he said with a grunt. “How did you learn… Forget it. I don’t want to hear about
you touching anyone but—”
“There’s been no one. At all. Before tonight”—she moved to her knees, shifting closer so she could use her other hand to cup Elijah’s balls—“I’ve never done more than kiss.”
Elijah frowned. “Just kissing?”
“I guess I should have told you both that.”
Elijah exchanged a glance with Logan. “She’s ours. Only ours.”
Brooklyn wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Primarily because he wasn’t talking to her and secondly because she wanted that to be true.
Logan ran his hand down her back, resting it on her ass, plumping the flesh there, reminding her of how it had felt to be spanked. She pressed her ass back against his hand.
Brooklyn started to shift lower, bending her head, intent on taking Elijah in her mouth. While she had no practical experience, she had devoured enough erotic romances in her life that she knew exactly what she wanted to try.
Elijah slid his fingers into her hair and closed his fist, using his grip to halt her movement, to pull her head back up.
“I want—”
“I know what you want, beauty, but you don’t call the shots here. You’re going to get your chance to suck me. When we get back to the office, I’m going to put you on your knees under my desk, going to feel you fucking me with your mouth, during the weekly meeting with the department heads. They won’t be able to see you, won’t know you’re there, so you’ll have to be very quiet.”
Logan picked up the fantasy. “And when they leave, we’ll punish you for being such a dirty, naughty girl. Elijah will spank you, Brooklyn. He’ll bend you over, tug down those sexy jeans you’re wearing, and spank that cute little ass of yours. Do you know what I’ll be doing?”
Brooklyn shook her head, unable to speak.
“I’ll be holding you down for him, for us. Our sexy captive.”
Brooklyn’s hand stilled as she played out the scenario in her mind. The idea was scandalous, sinful, wild, and wicked. Damn if she didn’t want to do it.
“Keep stroking me,” Elijah demanded, his hand tugging her hair until her scalp stung. “You like the idea of that, don’t you? Sex at work. Sex in public, where we could be discovered at any moment. Bondage.”
She wanted it all. Too much. She nodded.
“You’ve been fantasizing about us too, haven’t you?” Elijah asked.
Brooklyn hesitated, but decided there was no point in denying it. “Yes,” she whispered.
Logan ran his hand down her back. “Tell us one of your fantasies.”
Her face flushed, grew hot. It was incredible to her that she could still blush given everything the three of them had already done tonight.
“Tell us,” Logan urged. His hand slid to her ass once more and he squeezed it firmly. So Elijah wasn’t the only one who liked it rough.
“My latest one is of you,” she said to Elijah, “bending me over your desk to fuck me from behind while I give you”—she turned her eyes to Logan—“a blow job.”
Elijah smiled at her, then adopted his boss voice. “Pencil that in on our daily calendars, Ms. Michaels, for Monday…around eight a.m.”
Brooklyn giggled.
“Every Monday,” Logan clarified.
“We’ve had so many fantasies about you as well,” Elijah continued. “We have so many things to teach you, beauty.”
“Part of my training?” she joked.
Neither man cracked a smile. It was clear they liked her word choice and training was exactly what they had in mind.
“Keep stroking my dick,” Elijah said, reminding her that she’d stopped again. “We’re going to buy you toys, a butt plug, a vibrator, a dildo, nipple clamps.”
“Anal beads,” Logan added.
“We’ll keep them all at work, use them on you, play with you after everyone else has gone home for the day. Or maybe we’ll start the day early, pull you into our offices, and fill that tight back hole of yours with the plug so we can watch you squirm in your chair all day, waiting for the moment when we pull it out and fill your tiny asshole with our cocks.”
“Or we’ll use the vibrator,” Logan murmured, his lips caressing her neck as he spoke. “Put it in your pussy, then use the remote to tease you. You’ll never know when it’s going to start vibrating, never know where you’ll be, who’ll be with you. Sometimes we’ll turn it on low and let it keep you on the edge of an orgasm for hours. Other times, we’ll turn it to high and watch you try to hide the fact our toy is beating inside your tight little pussy while you sit in the conference room, surrounded by our colleagues, our clients.”
Brooklyn was practically panting as they continued to paint one erotic picture after another for her. She’d actually thought her fantasies had been scandalous. Now they felt PG in comparison.
“Is this what you meant when you said you were reserving the right to change my mind about a one-night stand?”
Logan nodded. “Is it working?”
Brooklyn didn’t hesitate to respond, didn’t bother to pretend she had to think about it. “It is.”
Elijah’s eyes smoldered with need, with desire. “Turn around, Brooklyn, it’s my turn.”
4
Logan shifted over as Elijah guided Brooklyn to her hands and knees. For years, he and Logan had longed for this moment, had dreamed of making Brooklyn theirs. Everything about her fit with their hopes for the future.
Elijah ran his hand over her bare ass, loving the shiver his touch provoked. She was obviously wondering if he’d spank her again. There was nothing sexier than a woman on edge, waiting to see if his touch would be soft or rough, anticipating and wanting either…or both.
He ran his fingers through her slit, delighted to find her still hot and wet. She pushed her ass toward him, silently inviting him to do more. He’d been concerned about hurting her, but she clearly wasn’t in pain.
She wanted him, them.
Elijah couldn’t believe they’d managed to resist her for so long. Touching her felt natural, right. Why the fuck hadn’t they done this before tonight? Why had they been fools for so long?
“Please,” she whispered when he kept his strokes light, avoiding the places certain to turn her on and push her closer to the edge. He wouldn’t give her what she wanted until she was gasping for breath, crying, begging.
And then, God help him, he hoped she was ready for him. Two years of abstinence had taken their toll on his control. He was overwhelmed by the need to fuck her hard, to stake a claim she’d never forget.
“Please what?” he teased, gentling his caresses, moving farther away from her clit.
Brooklyn wiggled her ass again, but Elijah didn’t take the bait. He glanced toward the nightstand, toward the clock and grinned. He had a plan. Not long now.
“Elijah, please. I need you.”
He chuckled. “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed.
Logan reached beneath her and squeezed her breast.
She sighed blissfully.
Then he and Logan took their time driving her to the peak, using their hands and lips to tease and tantalize her, taking her to the edge of madness time after time without allowing her to come.
Through it all, her cries became louder, more breathless, almost pained at times. It wouldn’t take her long to come. Her skin was flushed, dewy. At some point, her strength had given out and she’d dropped to her elbows, unable to hold herself up with her hands any longer.
Her pleas were desperate, her words murmured, indistinct. In the end, all he could make out was one word, spoken over and over.
“Please.”
Elijah glanced at the clock, then at Logan. He nodded.
Mission accomplished.
Logan moved to the top of the bed, his back resting against the headboard. Lifting Brooklyn’s upper body, he placed her hands on his chest and kissed her. “Are you ready for him, baby?”
She nodded, unable to find
the breath to reply with any sort of sound.
“Hold on,” Logan said as he pressed her head to his chest.
Elijah shifted so that he was kneeling behind her. Gripping her ass cheeks, he tugged her toward him, then ran his dick along her wet slit. Then he placed the head of it just inside of her, grasping her hips firmly when it she tried to shift backwards to force him inside her.
He held there for just a moment, his eyes glued to the clock, waiting until…
Midnight.
Elijah shoved to the hilt with one hard, deep push, and just as he expected, Brooklyn came with a scream.
Her inner muscles clenched against his cock tightly and Elijah bit the inside of his mouth to keep from giving in to the desire to come. It had been too long and she felt too fucking good.
Bending over her, he placed a kiss on her shoulder. “Happy New Year,” he murmured.
It took a moment or two before his words sunk in.
When they did, she giggled breathlessly and Logan laughed.
“Hell yeah,” Logan said. “I’m adopting that New Year’s Eve theory of yours, Brooklyn. Looks like it’s going to be one hell of a year. You, me, and Elijah. We’ll call it year of the orgy.”
Elijah rolled his eyes, grinning, but unable to speak. It was taking every ounce of strength he had to remain still. She felt amazing, her inner muscles enveloping his dick so tight. So goddamn tight.
If he started moving now, it wouldn’t take him more than a few seconds before he spilled himself inside…
Fuck.
Logan took one look at his face and figured out the same thing Elijah just had. His friend reached toward the nightstand and grabbed a condom. “You forgot something.” He tossed it to Elijah, who nodded, resisting the urge to fling the thing away.
He never forgot the condom. Ever. And now that he’d experienced her without one…
He sucked in a deep breath, withdrew, and slid the rubber on, then pressed back inside her.
Yeah. She was going on birth control tomorrow. He’d only been inside her a minute or two without protection, but it had been sheer heaven.
Of course, there was a tiny part of him that hoped perhaps that little bit of time had been enough to get her pregnant.