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“Fuck my tits. Please, Ethan.” Was that desperation in her
voice?
Damn straight it was
. She’d never wanted something so much in her
life, and she could beg. “Please.”

He slammed his cock between her breasts. His eyes fluttered
closed and a frown furrowed his brow. He bit his lower lip and gripped the
bedstead above her.

“Ethan?”

He opened his eyes and looked down. “That feels fucking
amazing.”

Hope beamed. She squeezed the globes tighter around his cock
and was rewarded with a low moan.

Ethan began to move. Slow, languid strokes. Sweat beaded on
his brow. She knew he fought for control.

She murmured words of encouragement. “Fuck me, Ethan. I’ve
waited so long for your cock. Fuck me.”

Teasing her nipples, she tortured the hard peaks with her
fingers. Every pinch, every tug, sent an answering sensation to her clit and
almost drove her over the edge. She’d never been able to come from playing with
her breasts but today might be different.

“You feel so good. I love the way my cock looks between your
breasts.”

“And I love the way it feels.”

His eyes bored into hers. “Tell me how it feels, Hope.”

She stopped playing with her nipples and moved her palms
slightly. Every time he stroked upward, she brushed her fingertips over the
head of his shaft. “Hot, hard, soft. You’re leaking all over me. I want to feel
you come on me. I want you to mark me with your cum.”

Heat flashed in his eyes. His nostrils flared. He picked up
his strokes, fucking her with such force her head banged against the bedstead.
She didn’t care. She wanted this, wanted him crazy for her.

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.” He repeated the phrase
over and over.

“Come on me, Ethan. Make me yours.”

He sat up, gripped his cock and pumped. He was so close she
could see the tension on his face. He clenched his jaw. The muscles in his neck
stretched, became taut. Reaching between their bodies, she worried her clit.

“Arggh.”

Hot jets of cum spurted on her breasts, covering her. As
soon as his seed hit her flesh, Hope felt the tight coil of tension in her body
unravel. Her pussy clenched and she closed her eyes, riding the waves of
pleasure.

“Ethan!” She came moaning his name.

Drawing in a deep breath, she opened her eyes. Ethan rubbed
his cum into her skin, stroking her nipples in the process. She let out a low
moan and felt little aftershocks of pleasure in her womb.

“That was…” His flushed cheeks and mussed hair made her want
to sit up and kiss him. He cupped her cheek and she leaned into his palm.

Ethan St. Claire was her biggest desire. The one thing she’d
wanted since high school.

“Yes, Ethan. It was.” She grinned. She must have been very
good this year. Santa had granted her biggest wish.

Chapter Four

“I want you to help me fuck Hope.”

“What?” Dominic slid from underneath the car he was fixing
and glared up at his friend. “You want what?”

“I want you to help me fuck Hope.”

Despite the surprise, Ethan knew it wasn’t a shock. Occasionally
they would pick up a woman who desired them both. Giving in to the fantasy,
they would fuck her, sometimes at the same time. They were comfortable enough
with each other to be able to appreciate the double-penetration experience.

“I’m sure you’ve got that covered, my friend.” Dominic made
a move to slide back underneath the car.

Ethan slammed a boot on his creeper, stilling his movement.
“I’m serious. It’s her fantasy. Her biggest fantasy. Two guys at once, and I
know she likes you.”

Rubbing a hand over his beard, Dom said, “There is a
difference between liking me and wanting to fuck me.”

Ethan thought back to the night he’d taken her. She’d
creamed all over his hand when he teased her about Dominic. She wanted him all
right, and he would always give Hope what she needed.

“She wants you. She wants to fuck you. She’s just scared of
what I’ll think, or what’ll happen to us after. She also thinks you don’t want
her.”

Heat flashed in Dominic’s eyes. His nostrils flared and he
wet his lips. Ethan had no doubt his friend was aroused by the idea.

Jealousy ripped through him, lodged in his gut. Rage clouded
his mind and for one brief moment he wanted to pound Dominic’s head with a
wrench.

Stepping back, he inhaled. Images of Dominic fucking Hope
filled his head. Dominic’s cock sliding into Hope’s willing cunt, Dominic
coming on her body, marking her with his scent.

“Ethan.” Dominic slowly got up from the floor, raising his
hands in a gesture of supplication. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. You
look like you are gonna cave my fucking head in.”

He scrubbed his hands over his face.
Relax
.

“Argh.” He stepped forward and embraced Dominic in a bear
hug. “I’m sorry, brother. I never get jealous. Never.”

Dominic clapped him on the back. “She’s different.”

Yes, she was. He didn’t just want Hope in his bed, he wanted
her in his life. He wanted her to be his woman, his partner, his wife.

Those things would come in time. But she needed this. And he
needed to give it to her with someone he trusted with his life.

“I need you, man. Say yes, Dominic. Say yes for me.” Ethan
glared at his friend, willing him to agree to this one thing.

Finally, Dominic nodded. “Just this once.”

* * * * *

Christmas Eve, and Hope sat at her desk grading papers. She
needed time away from home. Everything reminded her of Ethan and the amazing
sex they’d had. She needed some space to think. An empty school was the perfect
hideaway.

She tilted her head from side to side and massaged the back
of her neck. Over the past few days things had changed. Her relationship with
Ethan had gone from platonic to explosive. Even thinking about his sculpted
body, his colorful tattoos and his thick cock made her sex swell.

She’d become some kind of wild nymphomaniac. One who
couldn’t do without cock for more than a few hours. She’d even started dressing
for Ethan, wearing stockings and garters to give him a sexy surprise, instead
of her usual jeans and woolen socks.

Thinking about the confession she’d made to Ethan about
wanting two men at once made her groan. She’d never admitted that to anyone.

What if her fantasy offended him? What if he thought he
wasn’t enough for her?

She loved Ethan St. Claire and had since she was fourteen
years old. What if he sated his lust, scratched his itch and discarded her to
the scrap heap?

No. He wouldn’t do that. Something about this, them, was
different. She could feel it.

She heard the outer doors open. A low, masculine voice
called out, “Hey, teach. You in here?”

Ethan.

Exiting her office, she closed the door and leaned against
it. When she saw Dominic, she frowned. “Yeah, I’m here. Is everything okay?”

Ethan framed her face with his cold hands. “Everything is
just fine. I have a Christmas present for you.”

His breath tickled her lips. She inhaled, breathing in the
male scent of Ethan St. Claire. Her nipples tightened. A heavy throb beat
between her thighs. Her body went pliant, liquid.

Her eyelids drooped as she focused on his lips. “Present?”

He lifted her chin with a fingertip. She looked into his
eyes and almost lost herself in the dark pools of lust.

“You’re mine. Never forget that. But tonight I want to give
you something special.”

Her heart pounded. He turned her chin so she faced Dominic.

“Tonight you get him too.”

Dominic wet his lips. His hand rasped across his beard. She
imagined the tiny hairs rasping across her naked body and moaned.

She looked away, horrified at her arousal. “No, Ethan. You
don’t have to. It’s fine. It was a silly fantasy.”

He turned her chin back so she looked at him. She couldn’t
meet his gaze. Heat blazed across her cheekbones. How embarrassing. They must
think her a terrible slut.

“Look at me.”

She did.

“This is my gift to you. Take it. After tonight, no one else
is going to fuck your pretty little pussy. Ever.” He leaned down, whispered
against her ear, “Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Good girl.” Turning her body, he gently pushed her toward
Dominic.

He moved forward and she stood sandwiched between the two
men. Ethan at her back, Dominic at her front.

“Go on, Hope. Touch him. He wants you. His dick is rock-hard
thinking about sliding into your wet heat. I’ve told him how slick you get, how
hard you come. He wants to taste that.”

She whimpered. She couldn’t help it. His words drove her
closer and closer to the edge. Her body throbbed. Her cunt pulsed, ached. She
swallowed, hoping to get some moisture into her dry mouth. Her nipples strained
against the confines of her bra. If either of them touched her breasts, she’d
come. She was simply that aroused.

Reaching up, she stroked Dominic’s cheek. He leaned his face
toward her hand.

“Soft. Your beard is soft. I thought it would be rough.”

He smiled. “‘Bout the only thing that is soft right now.”

Hope’s pulse pounded. She felt it beat in the back of her
throat.

She could do this. With Ethan’s guidance, she could fulfill
her wildest fantasy.

Leaning back, she nuzzled Ethan’s neck. No stopping. No
doubts. Just pure pleasure.

“Let’s get started.”

 Chapter Five

Stepping away from the men, she turned and threw them a coy
smile. “My office. Now.”

Dominic frowned. “We’re not naughty schoolboys being sent to
the principal’s office.”

They both stepped forward, crowding her, drawing her into
their masculine heat.

“Yeah, teach. You’re not in charge here tonight.” Ethan
grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her toward him. “We are. And you’re
going to be our plaything.”

She gasped, not in pain but in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Her body ripened for sex. Her pussy throbbed with the need for a cock buried
deep inside her wet cavern.

“Think you can handle that?” Ethan leaned down, exposed her
throat and ran his tongue along her skin.

Dominic moved to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around
her waist. She felt his hard cock pressing into her back. Even from this angle
she could tell it was impressive.

She whimpered. Two alpha males using her body? She could
handle it. She hoped.

“Please.” She didn’t sound like herself. Her guttural tone
should have made her laugh. Or panic.

She did neither. Instead, she gripped their hands and led
them into her office.

Once inside, she paused to close the door. Turning around,
she locked gazes with her men.

Ethan and Dominic perched on the edge of her huge work desk.
Legs crossed at the ankles, arms folded.

Mirror images.

Two prime specimens.

Lust reared its head and she stalked forward, stripping off
her jacket and unbuttoning her blouse. Shucking it to the floor, she reached
for the zipper of her skirt. Dragging it down, she kept her eyes on the men.
She stepped out of the material pooling at her feet.

Hope stood, not quite naked but exposed in her underwear,
garters, stockings and heels. She’d dressed in the hope of seducing Ethan at
home. The outfit made her feel wild and feminine. Sexy, even. Thank god she’d
decided on it earlier.

She moved to kick off a heel but stopped when Dominic held
up a hand. “Leave them on.”

She placed her hands on her hips and waited while two sets
of eyes roamed over her body. Hope was in no doubt they wanted her. She could
see the bulges in their jeans.

Two cocks. Two lots of pleasure.

A rush of cream soaked the crotch of her panties and she
blushed.

“Touch your tits.”

Taking a breath, she followed Dominic’s command and ran her
hands across her breasts.

“Push them together and lean forward.”

She did as he commanded. In normal, everyday life, she hated
this. Hated being told what to do. But here, now, they could do anything they
wanted and she would let them.

“Pull down the cups and squeeze your nipples.”

She did, squeezing her nipples into tight buds. She gasped
as pleasure zinged through her system.

“Yeah, that’s good, Hope. Good girl.”

Those words had her flushing with pride.

“Touch your pussy.” Ethan this time.

She moved her gaze to focus on him, on his deep-brown eyes.
Dominic was gorgeous but he couldn’t compete with Ethan. There was something
wild and feral inside Ethan that she wanted to unleash.

“Rub your clit.”

She did, well aware she was rubbing the wet patch around her
panties for all to see.

“Someone’s excited.”

She blushed. Of course she was. This was her biggest
fantasy.

“Hope, keep your eyes on me. Push your panties aside, let’s
see that wet pussy.”

Pushing aside the lace, she exposed herself to the men.

Ethan’s nostrils flared. “Fucking beautiful.”

She whimpered.

“Finger yourself.”

Not stopping to think about such base commands, she slipped
a finger inside her wet cunt. It felt good to have something to ease the ache.
But she wanted more. She rubbed her clit with her thumb while she fucked
herself.

As Hope edged closer and closer to relief, she scrunched her
eyes closed and threw back her head.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

“Stop.” Dominic’s harsh command startled her. “Don’t you
dare come.”

She glared at Dominic.

He nodded to the floor. “On your knees. Crawl over to us on
hands and knees.”

She dropped to her knees and crawled toward them. As she
did, they unzipped their jeans. Kneeling in front of them, she waited as they
pulled out their cocks. She didn’t know where to look first. So much cock and
she wanted it all.