Resolution: Double Dare ((A Resolution Pact Short Story)) Read online

  Sloan

  London moans as I slide my hands over her thighs as I spread her open on the table. I shake a little as I press between her legs to feast on the syrupy sweet pussy between her legs. Watching her, I lick once at the sticky sweetness and we both moan.

  “God, I wanted to taste this cunt for so long,” I press one hand to her taut tummy, stilling her as she wiggles, “Dreamt about making you come and scream my name all the times you climbed in to my bed. Is that why you came to me at night? You knew I wanted to eat your pussy?” I lick again and savor the shake of her thighs.

  “Yes! Yes. I wanted you to touch me the way only you can. I never knew why you made me feel what I do. First time you kissed me at that party I didn’t want to stop.” I kiss her pussy the same way I kissed her mouth then.

  Suckling at her clit, I lick at her sweet honey and slide my fingers into her tightness. London bucks and cups the back of my head, grinding her pussy into my face. My thighs are soaked with my own need and I reach a hand down, rubbing at my swollen clit as I tongue fuck her.

  London rolls her hips and chants my name as I eat her, my fingers pumping into her the way I know she likes. Once or twice we got drunk enough she let me finger-fuck her, and I never forgot how she likes it. It was never like this though.

  Never did she look me in the eyes sober and hungry and tell me to lick her deeper. Fuck her harder. Make her come on my tongue. Now, she does. Writhing beneath me, London never looks away as I eat her sweet cunt until I do, in fact, make her come.

  “Fuck! Yes! Yes! Oh baby,” London grinds her hips to let my tongue fuck her, “God it’s so fucking good. I’m coming baby. Kiss me. Let me taste us on your tongue, baby.” I crawl over her, knees on either side of her hips on the table to twist my tongue into her mouth.

  Rocking against her, I watch as I line my clit up with hers and grind. London watches too and hisses as we move together, her mouth closing around my nipple.

  “Yes,” London bites at my nipple and smirks when I yank at one of hers, “Fuck me, Sloan. Make me come again. All over your soaked pussy. Come with me.” I rock harder, rolling my hips to grind us more as my mouth closes over her nipple to suck and flick it.

  “I want to watch you eat my pussy,” I grunt as I pump my hips, “Watch you lick up both our cum. Fuck, I want to watch your tongue fuck me. I want...” Kissing her hungrily I slide a hand between us to pump into her tightness then my own.

  “Tell me, Sloan. Tell me all the things we never dared to tell one another.” Sloan licks up the side of my neck as her hips buck and twist beneath mine.

  “I want you to lick my pussy after Bastian comes inside me. I want you to lick us both off his cock.” I pant, sucking at her tongue as I fuck her harder, my orgasm just out of reach as our clits bump each other in a rhythm that rocks the table beneath us.

  “Yes. I want to watch him fuck you. I’ve imagined it while you touch me in the dark. Him pounding into your cunt while I touch myself and then lick you clean. Fuck. I want you to come all over me, Sloan. I’m so close, baby.” We roll our hips in a perfect rhythm as I pump my fingers into both of us, taking turns rubbing at that perfect spot deep inside us.

  “Oh. Yes. London... oh fuck, I’m coming!” I seal my mouth over hers as I shudder and come so hard, I see stars.

  Twisting on the table, I notch my thigh between hers as I trail my lips over her damp skin. London rubs against me like a purring cat before she kisses me until my lips hurt. Breaking away with both of us breathless, her eyes smile as she brushes my hair back from my face.

  “Watching you come is fucking beautiful, baby. Totally worth ruining our friendship.” Giggling together as we cuddle in a sticky mess on my dining table, I don’t argue.

  Eventually we move from the table to the bathroom where we shower together and make out like teenagers. I soap up her perfect body and swipe my fingers between her legs and suck at her pink nipples. London bites marks into my tits and thighs and tells me she wants Bastian to lick them and know they’re from her.

  “Will he share you with me?” London wonders as we dry one another off.

  “I hope so. I... I love you, London,” Tears fill my eyes because I can’t believe I kept my promise to myself, “I love him too. Don’t know how we could make it work but I want to try.” I sigh as she grabs my jaw to force my eyes to hers.

  “I love you, Sloan. I want you just like this but I would share you. If he’s willing, I am too. I won’t be going away if he refuses to share—don’t you worry about that. Love you too much, Sugar Tits.” I laugh and kiss her lips before we moan as the kiss changes.

  This time we keep the lights on as we climb into bed. London pins me beneath her as she lavishes my body with touches and kisses we held back for so long.

  “Damn you are beautiful, Sloan. All over.” Tears fill my eyes as she kisses my scars with her eyes locked on mine. I watch as she lowers between my thighs to lick my pussy until I scream her name and come on her tongue.

  “I love you, London.” I whisper as we tangle together, spent and sated and smiling at one another like fools.

  “I love you too, Sloan.” Cradling her to my chest we fall asleep like we have hundreds of times before.

  Only now I know what she tastes like.

  And tomorrow I might be asked to give that up.

  “Good morning, Mr. Morningside. May I see you, sir?” From my new corner office, I call up to my boss with more bravado than I feel.

  “Don’t poke the beast, Sloan. Come to my office, now.” I flush as heat blooms through me before he ends the call.

  As is always the case, I obey immediately. Finding no Cindi guarding his door, I knock once and step in when it opens. It’s dark in the office as I close the door to find Bastian waiting with his back to me.

  “Lock it.” Two words send heat and need crawling through me.

  “Yes, sir.” I bite back my smile as he twists his head to glare at me before a grin takes over his face.

  “Come here.” I almost laugh because I like this. I like it so fucking much I hope he lets me have it.

  Crossing the room towards his desk, I feel the air charge between us the moment I get close. I breathe deep his intoxicating scent as I pause just close enough to almost touch him. Without warning, Bastian moves an arm behind him.

  Wrapping it around my waist, he tugs me so my front presses to his back. I close my eyes as I wind my arms around his narrow waist. I rub my face against his back as tears flood my eyes.

  Jesus, how this man makes me feel.

  “Coming here now... it means you want to be mine?” Bastian’s voice wobbles with emotion I don’t expect.

  “It does, Bastian.” I tilt my head back enough to press my lips to the back of his neck.

  “Jesus, Sloan. Think I just started breathing again since you walked out of here yesterday. Go to my desk, baby.” I hold tight a moment longer before I obey.

  Walking back towards his desk, I stand beside it and wait. Bastian takes a deep breath and I feel as if we both expel five years of feelings at once. Moving behind me, Bastian’s big body pins me to the side of his desk as his palms flatten atop it in front of me.

  “Something you need to tell me, baby? Who marked your beautiful skin?” Bastian traces his lips over marks left by London and I moan.

  “Yes, sir. I... you know London and I...” I gasp as he grinds into my ass, his cock hard and heavy, his teeth sinking in to the same spot.

  “I know London teases you in the dark. I know you kiss her mouth and touch her pussy but still want my cock. Am I right?” I nod, eyes dropping to watch his hands tug at my skirt. Rucking it up my thighs slowly.

  “Yes. We have always... felt things for one another. Last night I admitted it to myself and to her. I promised myself this year, I would take what I wanted for myself.” A loud moan echoes in the room and it takes me a moment to realize it’s me.

  Bastian yanks my skirt up to expose my panties, his hips twisting his hardness into my b
are backside. I bend forward as he pushes me a little, obeying his silent command.

  “But still you want to be mine? Still you want my cock?” I can only nod, shuddering as his hands walk down my hips, taking my panties with them.

  “Y—yes, Bastian. I still want you. As badly as I want London.” A loud crack of his hand on my ass is followed by a soothing rub and a kiss at my ear.

  “Want us both, do you, greedy? Want to ride my cock but eat her pussy? Want us to share you, Sloan?” Bastian sounds angry, and it scares me but as much as I know I love him, I want to be honest.

  “Yes. All I’ve wanted for five years is you. I’ve wanted London just as long. I understand if you can’t... oh!” I cry out as he swats my ass again before gripping a handful of it.

  “I am crazy about you, Sloan. Have fallen deeper for you every single day for the past five years. I know just London makes you hot. I have watched you two. I want it to be just me, too. Is it just me who makes you hot, baby?” Bastian slips his hands around my front, tugging at the neckline of my dress to free my tits.

  “Yes. Yes, Bastian,” I moan as he palms my tits and grinds into me, “Just you. I swear just you.” Bastian slips a hand up to my throat as he slides the other down between my legs.

  “Would give you anything, baby. If you want my cock and her pussy, then you get us both. If you want just her... or just me, then that’s what you will have. Do you have any idea what I feel for you?” I shake my head as his fingers close around my throat.

  “No. I know exactly how I feel for you, sir.” He bites his lip and groans as I bounce my ass against his rock-hard cock.

  “Tell me. Look at me with those pretty eyes and tell me.” Shuddering as the hand between my legs cups my pussy, I lean into the touch at my throat as I look into his eyes.

  “I love you. Have loved you for five years and I want...” Bastian steals my words as he slips his tongue into my mouth and his fingers inside me.

  Sloan

  Both my hands wrap around the edge of his big desk as I bend beneath his weight. Bastian presses into me hard, kissing me so savagely his teeth draw blood. He licks it away and groans when I bite back at his lip.

  “Waited five fucking years to taste those words from that mouth. Tell me again with my fingers making you come.” Whimpering as his fingers spread me open and sink deep; I twist to stare back into his eyes and obey.

  “I love you, Bastian. I want to be yours and I want London to be mine. I want to love you both. Now, I want to love just you. Here, however you want me.” Bastian moans and licks my mouth, thumb strumming at my clit.

  Bent over the side of his desk Bastian is behind me twisting my upper half to his will. Kisses bruise my lips before he lifts away just enough to watch my eyes. To watch me bloom beneath his touch as his thick fingers dive inside me and twist me up.

  “Fuck. Love you so goddamn much, Sloan. Crazy, stupid, reckless love. Five years. Loved you almost every minute for five years. Waited because I never wanted you to think your place here had a thing to do with how I felt. Can’t wait anymore. I love you Sloan. Want to make you mine.” I shudder as he rolls his hips into me before taking my mouth in a brutal kiss.

  Between my legs aches as he pumps his fingers and circles his thumb at my clit, making me pant into his mouth. I claw at the desk as he licks a kiss into my mouth and bites my lip, growling my name. Bastian breaks away to shove a hand at my back, flattening me to the desk.

  “Be good for me, yeah? Let me take what’s mine.” Raspy and rough his voice is full of need I intend to fulfill however he demands.

  Bastian cracks my cheek once again and a spark of heat shoots right to my clit. Looking back, I watch as his blue eyes turn midnight as he strokes himself through his slacks. Jesus, that’s a sight to watch.

  “Tell me you will be good for me and let me take my fill of you, baby. Need to hear it.” I jump as he slaps my ass again, watching it bounce as it goes pink.

  “Yes! Yes, I will be good for you, Bastian.” He grunts and tips his head back, unzipping his pants. I whimper as I twist, wanting to see him. He refuses, slapping my other cheek before his hand skims up to grab my hair.

  “Good, baby. Spread those thighs for me, show me that pretty pussy.” Arching over his desk—something I’ve imagined a million times—I do as I’m told.

  Thighs slick with arousal spread wide as I open myself up to him. A growling groan tears out of his chest as his hands cup my hips to shove me open more. Glancing over my shoulder, I feel fire dripping from my veins as he watches me with lust smoked eyes.

  Fuck, how is this my life?

  “Fuck you are beautiful. Moment I laid eyes on you Sloan—I knew you’d be mine someday. Today you become mine.” Moaning as he presses his heavy cock between my cheeks, I nod numbly.

  Bastian drops to his knees and I gasp when he licks my folds with a slow swirl of his wicked tongue. Reaching back, I tangle my fingers in his thick hair as my hips shove my pussy back to his mouth.

  Groaning, he slurps at me and I flush at how crude it sounds. Both his big hands grab my cheeks and spread me more, his eyes watching me. Plunging his tongue deep inside me, he fucks me with slow, deep strokes of it.

  “Taste so damn good. Sweet like the red wine you love,” Bastian hums against my heat and I tug at his hair, grinding into his mouth, “Want to drown in your sweet pussy. Fuck. Goddamn delicious.” I buck beneath his skilled mouth and scream when he sucks my clit into his mouth and bites hard.

  “Bastian! Oh god!!” Shaking thighs barely hold me up when he slips his thumbs into my backside and spears his tongue inside me.

  “Say you love me. Say you belong to me.” Nodding, I rock against the desk, tits scraping his leather blotter as I chase my orgasm.

  “I love you, Bastian. And I do belong to you.” Bastian is gone and I cry out at the loss.

  “Not just me. I need to share you, don’t I, baby? Open that mouth for me.” Twisting my head on the desk, I frown up at him even as I pop my mouth open.

  “Do you not want to share me, Bastian?” Looking in to his eyes I’m stunned by the possessive gleam I see there.

  “No, I do not want to share you. I want you to belong to like I belong to you. I won’t lie though—makes my dick hard to think about watching you fuck London while I fuck you. Take the dick you made hard in that pretty mouth, be a good girl and suck me down.” Moaning as I realize his cock is out, I lift up enough to admire it.

  Thick and long, it’s wide and veiny and I pop my mouth open wider to fit him. Bastian grunts as he pushes his hips forward, shoving inside my mouth. We both moan as he slides deep, his hand tangling in my hair as his hips start to pump.

  Dreamt about tasting him for years and those dreams hardly did reality justice. He smells sweet but musky as I swirl my tongue around his fat head, sucking until my cheeks hollow out. Bastian begins to thrust wildly, fucking my face.

  “Goddamn gorgeous choking on my cock, baby. Want you to swallow me deep almost as bad as I want to sink my seed inside you. Fuck. Fuck. Jesus, Sloan,” His fingers are at my pussy again and he grunts when he finds me dripping all over them, “You love sucking my cock? Dreamt about it the same way I dreamt about eating that sweet cunt, did you?” I nod with him still thrusting into my mouth and he hisses when I shove my tongue out to lick his sac.

  “Oh fuck. You fucking filthy minx. Jesus. Don’t you make me come with that sexy mouth. I want in that pussy first.” I revel in watching him lose control, watching him become carnal. Because of me.

  Bastian slips from my mouth and lifts me from the desk with the fist in my hair. It stings but I welcome it and realize I want to obey whatever he wants, do whatever he desires. I have always run things between London and I but I want to give control over to him.

  “Take that dress off. Want you bare. I want to see every inch of you when I make you mine.” My dress pools at my feet before he finishes. Bastian takes my mouth in a surprisingly sweet kiss and I melt into it and him and this entire
madness that is suddenly my life.

  “I love you, baby,” Bastian murmurs into my mouth as he lifts me atop his desk again, “More every single day. Fuck, I want you so bad, Sloan. Lie back for me.” Bastian undoes his shirt and shoves his pants to his hips and I reach for his cock, both of us grunting as I wrap my hands around him.

  “I love you, Bastian. I never thought... I dreamed it but never thought this could be my life.” Skimming his hands over my shoulders and down my sides, he shoves me back on his desk.

  “It is our life now. You are going to be my fucking life. We will figure out how the three of us can work, Sloan. I won’t deny you.” Bastian lowers his head and kisses a fiery path down my neck, shoulder, over my breasts and down to my side. I wince as he watches my eyes, trailing his lips slowly over my scars just as London had.

  “Don’t... don’t...” A new heat burns between my legs as I watch him lick at the scars with those eyes on me.

  “I love every inch of you, Sloan. Every dip and curve, every freckle and scar. It is all perfect and beautiful to me.” I shudder as a gush of need floods my thighs. Bastian bends to trace every inch of my scars with his lips and he stops only when he closes his mouth around my pussy. Just as I edge an orgasm though, he lifts away.

  Hooking a hand around my neck and the other beneath my bottom, he drags me to the edge of the desk. Lips against mine, he shoves between my thighs and holds my eyes. And slowly, inch by thick long, thick inch, he shoves inside me.

  “Oh... yes... Bastian. Yes!” I drag his name out as he fills me deep and slow.

  “Oh baby. Fuck. Knew it would be heaven getting inside you. Fuck it’s so... so perfectly tight. Fit just for my cock. Christ, Sloan. I don’t want to move it feels so good.” I shake my head and rock my hips, urging him to move. I need him to move.

  Bastian obeys, taking my mouth and the rest of me all at the same time. He thrusts slow at first, filling his hands with my tits, rubbing at the nipples, grunting with each slide in and out. I edge an orgasm so fast I clutch at him with my legs at his hips and scream his name before remembering we’re at the office.