Page 2 of Doctor Daddies

“And what kind of bad decisions do you think I should make?” I ask, as though I’m genuinely curious. “I mean, I came to visit Matt to get a feel for what life was like in college, so it’s really up to you guys to give me the full experience…”

James is the first to step toward me; there’s something in the way he looks at me, something that makes my toes curl in the heels I slipped into this evening. I shoot a look over my shoulder to make sure Matt isn’t looking in our direction, but he’s still lost in conversation with the girl he’s chatting up, and I don’t intend to interrupt his flow anytime soon.

“Come upstairs,” James murmurs, glancing to the door. “And we’ll show you.”

We?My mind reels as I try to make sense of that, of what he’s saying to me. He speaks with the confidence of someone who already knows what he wants, and will do anything in his power to get it. Neither of the others seem to react to his statement, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Ross, James, and Cole stare back at me, letting the words hang there in the air, making sure that I have no doubt in my mind as to what they’re referring to.

The question is whether I dare to take them up on it, or if this is way, way more than I can handle.

Three guys. Three guys at once. It’s not exactly what I’m used to. But what is this trip for, if not expanding my boundaries, seeing how far I can push myself? I down the last of my beer, run a hand through my hair, and muster every inch of courage in my system.

“I’m staying in the guest room,” I murmur, looking between the three of them. “Don’t let Matt see you, okay…?”

And with that, I turn on my heel and make for the stairs, heart thudding in my chest.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Wait, is this actually happening? I don’t know what to make of it, don’t know if they’re going to open that door and laugh in my face when they see me waiting for them, but honestly, at this point, I’m willing to find out. What’s wrong with taking a little risk and finding out what lies on the other side?

If I pass up the chance to be with these men, I know I’ll be thinking about it for the rest of my life, and I don’t want to give myself anything to look back on and regret.

I take the stairs two at a time, noticing a couple of people glancing in my direction as I do. God, this is crazy, and I know it, but I don’t want it to stop. I can feel the heat rising in my belly at the thought of all of them—three men, six hands, a trio of mouths, all focused on me. It’s never even something I’ve fantasized about before, but as I face down the reality of it now, it feels like the most obvious thing in the world.

I slip into the guest room and perch on the end of the bed. I cross and uncross my legs, wondering if this is all some huge joke at my expense. I mean, it could be, right? It’s not like I have any business going after three guys at once.

In fact, now that I put it like that, it sounds even more crazy. No, this must be a prank, and someone’s going to open the door and laugh at me for thinking for a second that I might?—

But then, the door opens. A figure stands there, framed by the light, and for a moment, I’m not sure who it is.

Then Ross steps forward, moving between my legs, hands on my shoulders as he gazes down at me. I part my lips, and before I can say a word, he plants his lips against mine.

His tongue enters my mouth at once. There’s no way this is a joke, no way someone would take it this far just for a game. No, this is real—I can taste it on his tongue, feel it in the way his hands grip at me. He wants me, and he doesn’t care who knows it. And right now, all I can think about is if he is the only one.

He pushes me back on the bed, climbing on top of me and pinning me there as he kisses me again. I can feel the hardness of his cock straining through his pants, and it sends a throb of excitement through my veins. I have had some sexual experience, of course, but nothing even close to this. His handsmove against my waist, gripping tight, like he’s making sure I know who I belong to.

And then, I feel a weight on the bed next to me, and I turn—to find my lips met by James, his hand in my hair as he pulls me close to him.

Another pair of hands slide up my legs, tugging up my skirt. Cole?

All of them here, with me, touching me, their warm bodies closing around me like it’s the most natural thing in the world…

James bites down on my lip, drawing my attention back to him, and I moan against him helplessly as I buck my hips against Ross. Ross moves his hands to my arms, pinning them against the bed, and presses his mouth to my neck, his warm breath on my skin as Cole pulls up my skirt. Cole’s hands roam to my ass, not an inch of my body untouched, and for a moment, the sheer pleasure is almost overwhelming.

Ross sets about stripping me out of my dress, Cole peeling down my panties and tossing them to the ground till I’m left in nothing but my heels.

“Leave those on,” Ross murmurs to me, running his hand up my leg as he moves between my thighs. I can see his hardness straining against his zipper, and I reach for it—but he brushes my hand away, grinning. “On my time,” he tells me, as the other two settle in on either side of me.

James leans down to draw my nipple into his mouth, letting his teeth graze against my skin, and I gasp as I watch Ross slowly unzip his pants and take his cock into his hand. It’s glistening with precum, and I can’t help but flick my tongue over my lips at the sight of it.

“Look at you,” Cole murmurs in my ear, which he draws between his teeth to lightly tug on. “Already so hungry for it…”

I don’t protest, parting my legs a little further and watching as Ross sinks himself into me. Cole brings his hand to the inside of my thigh, spreading it even more so he can watch too. He groans at the sight of my folds parting to take Ross, and I feel James bite down on my nipple again, the pain meshing with the pleasure of finally being filled.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut as I try to make sense of the sheer pleasure of it. All of their attention, aimed on me, feels like it’s surging through my body, practically demanding every inch of my attention, and there’s nothing I want more than to give in to it.

My hips lift, stirring against Ross, taking him as deep as I can, and he rubs his hand over my lower belly, holding me in place as he begins to move inside me in longer, slower strokes.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Fuck, you look so good like that, Millie…”