Page 48 of The Freeuse Proposal
“How does he feel, pet?” Leo’s voice is a rough whisper near my ear.
“Big,” I gasp, arching into Dane’s next thrust. “Different. Oh god, so good.”
“That’s it.” Leo’s mouth finds my neck, sucking and nipping while Dane’s pace increases. “My sweet lass, taking everything we give her.”
Leo’s mouth on my neck and Dane’s cock inside me and Leo’s fingers on my nipple. It’s sensory overload, and my brain gives up trying to process it and just lets my body take over.
Dane leans down, and his mouth captures mine. He kisses me deep while he fucks me deep, his tongue sliding against mine as his cock fills me completely. The kiss is all-consuming, and I go wild, rocking against him while Leo rolls my nipple.
When Dane pulls away, his composure has finally cracked. His jaw is tight, and his eyes are blazing with lust.
“Come for me, Alice.” His voice is rough with the effort of restraint, and hearing that control slip makes me clench around him. “I want to feel you.”
He speeds up his thrusts, and I fly apart. My second orgasm tears through me, and I cry out as my walls grip him in pulsing waves. Dane’s rhythm breaks, and he slams into me as I drag him over the edge with me. He buries his cock deep and groans, a raw, guttural sound that’s the most uncontrolled thing I’ve heard from him, as he unloads ropes of cum deep inside me.
He relaxes over me, and for a long moment, neither of us moves. My chest heaves, my body thrumming with residual pleasure. When Dane finally looks into my eyes, something unguarded crosses his face before he shuts it down.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs and kisses me softly.
He pulls out carefully, and I wince at the emptiness. Between the two of them, I’m thoroughly used and trembling while their cum trickles out of me. The thought makes me flush with a satisfaction that surprises me.
My body is humming. Floating. Every muscle feels like it’s been dissolved and remade from warm honey. I got my wish and was fucked by two men. My thighs are sticky, and I feel absolutely, gloriously wrecked.
My brain is still trying to catch up with the rest of me. If this is what asking for what you want gets you, I’m never holding back again.
Leo gets up and disappears into the bathroom. I hear water running, and he returns with a warm washcloth. He cleans me up with care, murmuring praise between gentle passes.
Dane sits beside me and strokes the damp hair away from my face, his touch lighter than Leo’s but no less attentive. They’ve fallen into a rhythm like they’ve rehearsed it, and warmth blooms in my chest. Three months ago, I was scrambling for deposit money for a new apartment. Now I’m being tended by two men in a house that’s started to feel like mine.
“You did beautifully,” Dane says, and the sincerity in his voice makes my eyes sting.
Leo finishes cleaning me and pulls the comforter down. “In you get, lass.”
I crawl under the covers on limbs that feel like jelly. Leo slides in on my left, his chest against my spine, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me close. The scent of oranges and sex surrounds me. His fingers toy with a strand of my blonde hair, winding it around his knuckle the way he does when he’s settling in for the night. Then the mattress dips on my right as Dane settles beside me, his hand resting on my hip, his warmth a steady presence along my side.
I’m tucked between two men who just fucked me silly, and I’ve never felt more whole.
“Thank you,” I whisper, already drifting. “Both of you.”
Leo’s lips brush the nape of my neck. “Merry Christmas, sweet girl.” His accent is thick and drowsy, and the reminder that it’s Christmas Eve, that this is how I’m spending it, makes me smile so wide my cheeks ache.
On my other side, Dane’s thumb traces slow circles on my hip. He doesn’t say anything, but the way his hand lingers tells me he’s not leaving the bed tonight. Or at least, I hope he’s not.
Warm and safe. Held from both sides. I’m already thinking about tomorrow and what else they might do to me.
My dreams are going to be very, very good tonight.
Chapter 2
Leo’s singing and the smell of bacon lure me to the kitchen before I’m even fully awake.
I stop in the doorway. Leo is at the stove wearing only low-slung pajama pants, flipping bacon with a pair of tongs while belting out the chorus in a terrible pirate voice. His hair is mussed from sleep, and I stand there for a second admiring his broad shoulders. He’s ridiculous and the hottest thing I’ve ever seen at seven in the morning. My brain hasn’t even fully turned on yet, but my body perks up.
A pot of oatmeal steams on the burner beside Leo. Ewww, oatmeal. Are they expecting me to eat that?
Dane sits at the kitchen island with a cutting board and a pile of strawberries, slicing them into even pieces. He’s wearing jeansand a blue Henley with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, forearms flexing with each cut. I fucked both of them last night. I might be the luckiest girl in the world.
“What shall we do with a drunken sailor,”Leo croons, waving the tongs like a conductor’s baton,“early in the—“He spots me and grins. “Morning, lass. Merry Christmas.”
