Page 26 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

Christopher

I am having a hell of a good time.

I still feel bad about Evan losing his job, but less so as every minute passes. If he was still working for me, none of this would be happening.

And we’ve barely gotten started.

Evan pushes to his feet and comes to the sofa. “Where do you want me?”

God, I love how he lets me be in charge.

Yes, he’s submissive to me and lets me be the dominant, but he has me wrapped around his fucking finger and he knows it.

“I want your fingers deep in her pussy. I want to know her response to the spanking she’s about to get.”

Finley moans and wiggles in my lap. I like this girl.

I reach up with the hand that’s not on her ass and brush her hair away from her face.

“What’s your safe word, Finley?” I don’t expect to need a safe word with her.

I’m not going to push her that far. But I need her to know that she’s got agency here.

We’re only doing what feels good for all three of us.

Tonight. All the time. I already know this is not a one-time thing.

I’m aware that she thinks this is only for tonight, but we’ll work on convincing her otherwise later. After we show her how amazing this is going to be.

Evan kneels next to the couch and runs his fingers through her hair, then down her back. “Isn’t this so much more fun with Christopher here too?”

“I’m feeling more frustration than fun,” she says.

I lift my hand, Evan slides two fingers into her pussy, and I let my hand fall in a quick slap.

She gasps, then moans.

“Beautiful little liar,” I tell her.

“It would be really fun to come,” she says, wiggling her legs, but not bringing her thighs together, notably.

“You know what you have to do,” I say, smoothing my hand over her ass.

Evan pulls his fingers out, then slides them in again.

“Do you remember?” he asks her.

“Something about Christopher being a controlling bastard?”

I lift my hand higher and let it drop with a harder spank. Her ass is getting nice and pink.

She cries out, but it’s with, “Oh God,” and I can hear the neediness in her tone.

“You never said what your safe word is,” I remind her. Maybe she is going to need one. As long as she pushes back, I’m going to keep pushing her.

“Spreadsheet,” she pants out. “I will never say that word accidentally.”

I chuckle. She’s been fantastic when it’s come to the law.

She obviously knows her shit, and if she’d shown up to the bar exam on time, she would’ve passed with flying colors.

But when it comes to menial tasks like filing, organizing paperwork, and filling in spreadsheets, she’s terrible.

I assume it’s on purpose because she’s obviously bright enough.

She just hates it, and heaven forbid Finley do anything she doesn’t want to do.

“Fine. If we push you too far, just say spreadsheet. Otherwise, oh God, more, harder, and Mr. Davis are all acceptable.”

“Maybe I’ll just say lots of oh Evan, you’re amazing ,” she says.

I spank her for that. Evan finger fucks her. She cries out , “Oh God”.

“One more reminder,” I tell her because I actually really want to see her come.

I need her to fall apart as much as she needs to.

I need to fuck her, and she knows it. But right now she is showing more control than I expected, and I need her to lose it.

“Beg me for an orgasm and you beg me for forgiveness for how you’ve acted at the office. ”

“Maybe I’ll just beg Evan.” She turns her head to look at my boyfriend. “Will you give me an orgasm, Evan? Please make me come.”

He growls. And I get it. She is very hard to resist.

“Give her your cock,” I tell him. “That’s what she thinks she wants.”

Evan looks surprised, but he’s not stupid. He quickly withdraws his hand and shoves his pants and underwear out of the way. He rolls on a condom that he magically produced from his pocket and gets behind her on the couch.

“Like this?” he asks.

“Oh yes, I’m keeping her right here. Ass in the air, Finley,” I say, slapping her perfect ass.

She whimpers and complies. A good sign. Lifting her ass in the air and tucking her knees underneath her, keeping her chest in my lap, she offers herself to Evan.

Fuck, this is so hot. I do wish I could see better what was going on, but I can easily imagine, and from this position, I can see both of their faces.

Evan grips her hips and tightens his jaw as he slowly slides into her.

“Holy fuck, Finley,” he grits out. “You feel amazing.”

“Oh, God ,” she says with choppy breaths.

He pulls out, then sinks deep again and her whole body shudders.

I reach underneath and play with her clit. “Fuck her. But do not let her come.”

They both groan. “You can come,” I tell Evan. “Just pull out and come all over this sweet thing.” I look down at her. “Unless you want to start begging.”

The little brat shakes her head, “I don’t know what you mean.”

God, she’s a handful. It’s a good thing there are four hands here to deal with her.

I continue playing with her clit as Evan fucks her and, as expected, it isn’t long until he pulls out, rips off the condom and coats her back and ass.

“You’re such a bastard,” she tells me brokenly.

I reach over, massaging the cum into her skin and sliding down to her ass where I give her another firm slap. “You know what you need to do.”

Evan leans back, resting on his heels on the sofa cushion, breathing hard.

“Fuck Finley, just give him what he wants. I want to see you taking his cock.”

She looks over her shoulder at him and takes a deep breath. Then she looks up at me. “Please make me come, Mr. Davis. I’m so sorry for all of the times I was a brat in the office.”

Holy shit. I didn’t expect that. Or how it would affect me. And something inside me snaps.

I reach down and pull her up onto my lap, straddling my thighs. “Ride me. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

She scrambles to free my cock and Evan hands her a condom. She quickly rolls it on, then lifts her sweet body and lowers herself, taking me deep.

And holy fuck, she feels like heaven. I’ve missed pussy.

It’s been a long time. I’ve been mostly with men for the past few years and actually no one since I met Evan.

Finley, it turns out, is the exception to many rules.

She lifts herself and lowers again, and I lean in to capture a nipple with my mouth. I pull on it hard, and she cries out my name.

Fuck, yes. That’s what I want.

“Oh my God, Mr. Davis. Yes.”

I grip her hips and help her with the pace, picking it up and fucking her fast and hard. I slam her down onto my lap on each downward stroke.

She’s been on edge long enough that I feel her pussy clenching around me within minutes, and I let her climb to that peak and shoot right over the edge.

“Oh yes, Christopher , yes!”

I don’t even correct her use of my first name instead of Mr. Davis. I wrap my arms around her and hammer up into her.

“Fuck, Finley!” Then I follow her over the peak, coming hard, the satisfaction rolling deep into my bones.

I hold her like that, tight against me, for several long minutes.

Eventually, Evan leans over, stroking her hair and kissing her temple. “Let me take her,” he says.

I release her, and he scoops her into his arms. “How about a shower, sweet thing?” he asks.

She snuggles against his chest and simply nods.

“Meet you in there?” he asks me.

I nod and watch as he carries her toward the bedroom and master bath.

I’m going to give them a couple of minutes.

He can help her clean up, and maybe by the time they’ve done that and gotten under the covers in bed I’ll have collected myself.

Because hell, that was perfect. I want more of that. A lot more of that. I want Evan. I want Finley. I want both of them for a hell of a lot longer than tonight.

I am a master negotiator. I just need a little time to get my arguments together.