All Work, Let's Play, page 20
I shove my ass out and arch my back, letting him see I’m ready for him. I bend at the waist and yank Caleb’s pants down and his hard dick almost slaps me in the face. I waste no time drawing him into my mouth, groaning when I feel him on my tongue.
I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper as Max rips one open and sheaths his cock. Caleb holds both sides of my head, keeping me still while he draws his dick in and out of my mouth. And all the while, he’s talking to me, praising me, telling me how much he’s missed me.
“Damn, Gage. Your mouth feels like heaven. You’re making me feel so good. God, baby. Suck me harder, baby.” I hollow my cheeks and suck on him like he wants me to. “Yes, fuck. Just like that.”
Max rubs his erection over my lubed hole and leans over me, pulling me from Caleb’s cock. “Are you ready, babe? Ready to feel me in you?”
“Yes,” I tell him hoarsely. He wraps his left arm around me, gripping my right shoulder. He grabs his cock and shoves into me in one thrust. “Shit!” I cry out, the burn overwhelming, but I fucking love it. I love how he fills me up, impaling me on his dick.
He’s not gentle with me. And I don’t want him to be. He pulls my hips back, arching me further and rolls his hips into me. The bruising grip he has on me keeps me in place while he drives into me, over and over. I try to match his thrusts, but he drops his hand from my shoulder and smacks my ass roughly. “Don’t move,” he growls in my ear. “Take this dick how I give it to you.” I have no choice but to do what he tells me.
I reach out to touch Caleb, but he bats my hand away, stroking his dick while I watch. “Be still like he told you. And let me enjoy watching you get fucked. You’re taking his cock so well, baby.” His hand is moving at a leisurely pace, but I can see how turned on he is, how much he wants to speed up with his strokes.
Max is pounding into me, plunging in and out of my hole, taking his pleasure and using me to feel good. He takes my earlobe between his teeth, biting down and making me gasp. “Who do you belong to?” He asks me gruffly. A possessive Max? Yes please. His thrusts get harder and deeper. “Answer me. Who do you belong to?”
I moan and answer him breathlessly. “You. And Caleb.”
“Who?” he asks again, rolling into me, his cock lighting up every pleasure center in my body.
“You…and…Caleb…” I barely make out.
He nips at my shoulder, “You. Are. Ours,” he punctuates with each thrust. Then to Caleb, he says, “He feels so good. So warm. So tight.” He pauses to swallow roughly, to get his bearings after pounding me. “He’s gonna make me come soon. Are you ready for him?”
Caleb leans forward and gives Max a rough kiss, grabbing my dick and squeezing while he does. "I'm ready,” he whispers against his lips and I groan between them. Max growls and drives into me like a piston, fast and deep strokes that brush my prostate.
“Fuck, Max. Yes. Yes, please. Please, babe.” I don’t know what I’m begging for. For him to make me come? Touch me? Move faster? I’m not sure. I don’t have any other coherent words to say to him. Feeling him inside and seeing Caleb watch us with greedy eyes brings my orgasm to the tip of my dick and I’m almost over the edge when Max goes still with a deep grunt. He’s emptying himself inside me, holding himself still while he spills his seed.
He pulls out of me and turns me around. “I missed you so much,” he whispers after he captures my lips in a deep kiss.
“I missed you too,” I murmur, my knees a little weak from how he fucked me and his words. I know he means he missed me for more than just sex. He actually missed me. I don’t think anyone has ever really missed me before. It makes my heart swell and my dick harder.
I break our kiss, then turn to Caleb. His eyes are hazed with arousal, his cock leaking precome while he watched Max and me. He backs me into a long counter in the kitchen, picks me up and sits me on it. He leans into me and kisses me gently. “I’m glad you’re back, baby. Five days was too long without you.” He smooths a condom on and lines himself up. I’m still slick from when Max fucked me, so he doesn’t need to add more lube. He eases into me and I moan, arching my back.
Caleb grabs under my knees, holding my legs apart. I’m bared to him, no resistance to be had for his dick and my hole. He rolls his hips, dragging his dick into me smoothly and gently. His cock brushes my prostate and I murmur nonsense to him, pulling him to me. His eyes are intense, looking down at his cock moving languidly in and out of me.
Max snakes a hand out to grasp my dick, stroking me while Caleb plows into me. “Gage, you’re taking Caleb’s dick so good. You’re so good for us. Always so good.” I answer him, I think. I can’t be too sure. All I can do is feel. How Caleb is holding me, how he’s moving in me, his fat cock dragging against my walls.
“You like being good for me? You like taking all of my dick inside you?” Caleb asks in a rough, throaty voice. I nod, not able to release anything else but broken disjointed moans.
Picking up his pace, Caleb drops my legs to wrap around him and bows over my body, burying his head in my neck as he thrusts into me. There’s enough space between us that allows Max to work me over, squeezing and jerking me. Caleb drives into me, hitting that magic spot over and over, making me tingle from the inside out. His strokes are becoming more and more uncoordinated, letting me know how close he is to orgasm.
My legs start to shake and my breath is coming out in short bursts. I feel my orgasm riding up from my balls and with one more quick twist of Max’s hand, I’m erupting, exploding over his hand and over Caleb’s stomach, my shout of release loud even to my fuzzy brain.
It doesn’t take long for Caleb to follow behind me. “So good, baby. So good. I’m coming.” He releases on a groan and a long sigh, gathering me in his arms.
Max lets go of my spent cock and Caleb grabs me by my ass. He picks me up and walks me to the bedroom, his dick still inside me.
We all topple on the mattress, a tangle of arms and legs. I know we have to clean up, but I don’t want them to move. I feel like jelly, my whole body loose and relaxed. My men blanket me, making me feel warm, safe and protected. I don’t know how long we lie there. We would have remained there just like that, wrapped in each other, feeling each other’s energy…if my stomach didn’t growl.
It seems we forgot that we were supposed to be eating. Max raises to his elbows and looks down at me. “Want me to bring you a plate in here?”
I shake my head. I’m about to say something when he apologizes. “I’m sorry. I forgot about the kitchen. Here, let me help you clean up, then I’ll make you a plate.”
It takes me a minute to figure out what he’s talking about, then I remember what I told them in Virginia. About why I only eat in the kitchen or dining room. It seems like such a long time ago. I glow from the inside out, loving that he remembered.
Caleb rolls from beside me and gets rid of the condom that still covers his dick, then helps me off the bed. He walks me to the bathroom and he and Max stuff me in the shower again. Caleb joins me while Max goes to the kitchen to make our plates. We’re both too sated to do more than wash each other and I’m glad. I wouldn’t feel right doing anything without Max. After he washes me and I him, we rinse and Caleb dries me when we get out.
Since it’s just the three of us, I put on a pair of boxer briefs and call it a day. I don’t want to get dressed or do anything but talk to them and lay around all day. See what I missed for the past week without them.
Max has a spread. Grits, eggs, pancakes, sausage, bacon and fruit. It’s quite the surprise that both of them know how to cook. I wouldn’t have guessed it. I sit down at the table and load up my plate. My men join me and we sit around and talk while we stuff our faces.
After eating mostly from buffets and the cruise ship restaurant, it’s nice to have a home cooked meal. And it’s delicious. I barely get any words out because I’m trying to shovel as much of it into my mouth as possible. Caleb and Max tell me about their work week.
The client that Max had for the embezzlement case pleaded out instead of going to trial and got forty eight months in federal prison, a better deal than if he would have taken it to trial. That would have earned him a minimum of eighty-four months. He definitely did it and the case was strong enough to convict, so it was smart that Max got him to take a deal.
Caleb is assigned to another case that requires travel, but he’ll only be gone for one day. Since it’s mostly a consultation, another lawyer asking for his advice on a murder case similar to Marcel’s case. I make a mental note to prepare some of the same case files I had for them in Virginia that he can take with him.
They ask me more questions about the cruise and I stop eating to tell them about some of the things we did. Like the zip lining on board, surfing the artificial ‘waves’, watching Candice make a fool of herself during one of the on board dance competitions. The whole trip was packed with good times, too many for me to recall right now.
Reaching out to grab my hand, Max squeezes it. “I’m glad you had a good time, babe. Even though we missed you, it was worth it to see you like this.”
Caleb gives Max a look. “You were so pitiful while he was gone. Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone mope so much.”
I look at him with a small smile. “You were moping?”
He rolls his eyes and sits back in the chair. “No, I wasn’t moping. I was a little sad that you weren’t here, but I wasn’t moping.” He crosses his arms over his chest like a pouting child, making me laugh.
“It’s okay,” I say to him, giving his hand a squeeze this time. “I missed you both too. Come on,” I tell them, “Let’s clean up the dishes so we can lie around the house today. I hope you two didn’t make plans because I really want to rest after a busy week and that flight.”
They tell me they didn’t make any plans, so I clean up the dishes while Max goes to take a shower and Caleb finds something for us to watch. Once I’m finished and Max is out of the shower, I make my way over to them, collapsing on the couch between them. Caleb pulls my back to his chest and Max pulls my legs over his lap. They found a movie and we watch it in comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging touches and soft kisses.
When the credits roll, I stretch, working out the kinks in my sore muscles. I wince a little when I lay on my back. Taking both Caleb and Max felt great, but my ass will need a few days’ rest. Caleb catches my wince. “Sore?” he asks, his face pinched.
I nod. No need to lie about it. They felt good, but they are well endowed men. It would be weird if I wasn’t sore. “It’s fine, though. I liked it. Don’t think you hurt me. You didn’t. Neither one of you. I’m fine. ‘kay?” I put my hand on his cheek and look into his eyes. I want to convey that I’m alright. Not just saying the words, but actually meaning them. He searches my eyes and after a minute, nods and kisses my nose. I smile softly and lean back against him.
The day passes by like this. Us on the couch, watching movies, talking very little and generally being lazy. We order from a Thai restaurant down the street from Max’s house and that’s the only time we leave the living room. I tell them they don’t have to indulge me by sitting in the dining room with me, but they wave me off, telling me they don’t mind.
“So,” I begin, “what’s next? I do believe it’s your turn, Caleb. The cruise doesn’t count since neither of you came. What’s the next adventure?”
He puts his fork down and looks deep in thought. “How do you two feel about ax throwing?”
Max and I start to talk over one another, excited about the idea. Ever since I saw a video on Facebook a few years back, I’ve wanted to go. Of course, Joyce said it was too dangerous and she was afraid we’d get hurt. But now that the option is back on the table, I’m not going to turn it down.
We spend the rest of dinner hashing out details for when we’re going to go and looking up the closest location. There are a few places in our city that have ax throwing, so we figure out which is centrally located for the three of us and buy our tickets. If I had a bucket list, I’d be checking so many things off. It seems there’s no limit to what these two are willing to do with me.
Chapter Twenty- Four
The next few weeks pass by in a flurry of a heavy workload and weekend activities with Bridgett, Shin and Dustin. Max and Caleb are working together on another high-profile case, this one for a big CEO of a pharmaceutical company that was being accused of killing his wife when he found out she was having an affair. This same CEO was already in the news for hiking prices for much needed medications, so the media was all over it.
Bridgett is working this case and she complains the whole time. Today, she comes back from court and flops in her chair. “I don’t know how you do it, Gage,” she says to me after the especially long day in court. “Mr. Newman is a fucking tyrant. It’s like nothing I do ever pleases that man. I swear, he needs to get laid. That might help with his attitude.”
I don’t know if I want to laugh at her implying that he’s not getting sex, since he, Max and I are fucking on the regular, or get upset that she’s talking about my man like that. They don’t know I’m his and Max’s, but all the same, I don’t like it. “He’s not that bad. Want me to talk to him for you?”
“Oh, Gage, would you? It’ll make my job so much easier. He might snap at you though.” Even though she wants my help, it looks like she feels guilty that he might chew me out for speaking on her behalf.
I told Caleb and Max not to give me special privileges, to treat me like they would treat everyone else in the office, but this is different. This affects his cases and his career. If Bridgett is uptight and unsure of her work, he won’t get the best possible outcome for his client. That won’t do. He needs to tone it the fuck down and start treating people like employees and not like his personal whipping posts.
“It’s fine. I can handle Ca—I mean, Mr. Newman.” He’s still calling me Gage in the office, but no one seems to notice. I won’t slip up and call him Caleb. That would be a glaring sign that we’re closer than we probably should be.
Since there’s no time like the present, I go to Caleb’s office, intent on speaking to him about how he’s treating Bridgett. When I round the corner, I hear yelling and a boom from his office. I jog over to see what’s going on and I see his secretary frozen by the door, visibly shaking. Caleb’s face is red and he’s yelling at this poor girl like she just stole from him.
“Where are my files that I asked you to have on my desk?! That’s your job, to have the things I ask for. Why are you still standing here?! Get me what I asked for!”
She scurries out of the office, tears in her eyes. I look from her to him, then enter his office and pick up the trash can he threw across the room.
“Leave it, Gage!” he yells at me. I whip my head over to him and slam the garbage can down.
“Oh no, sir. I am not your fucking secretary. You will not raise your voice at me. I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to fix your attitude.”
He advances on me and I hold my ground. I meet his eyes, daring him to do whatever it is that he planned to do. He leans into my space and says coldly, “Get the fuck out of my office.”
I kick my chin up and simply tell him, “No.”
His face contorts into a mask of anger, pain and grief before it settles into sadness. A sadness so deep and profound that I immediately put my arms around him and hug him to me.
“Hey,” I murmur gently. “What’s wrong?”
His whole body shakes, I’m not sure if it’s with rage or from sobs, but I keep him in my embrace. I wrap an arm protectively around him and reach in my pocket for my phone with my other hand. I shoot a quick text to Max, telling him to come to Caleb’s office ASAP. After that’s done, I guide him over to the couch, sitting him down but not letting him go.
As a boss, Caleb is a hard ass, no doubt. He likes his work done a certain way and he doesn’t tolerate imperfection. He’s tough, but he’s not abusive. That stunt he just pulled with the trash can is way out of the norm for him. He’s scathing with what he says, but he would never resort to physical violence as a way of intimidation. There has to be something going on. As soon as Max gets here, we’ll figure it out.
It doesn’t take Max long to make it to the office and take in the scene: a garbage can on the other side of the room, papers and garbage littering the floor and Caleb wrapped tight in my arms on the couch. He shuts the door and walks over to us, sitting behind Caleb.
“What happened?” he asks me softly. I shrug and tell him what I walked in on. Then I nudge Caleb.
“You wanna tell us what’s going on? Please?” I don’t want to pressure him, but we need answers. There’s no telling what will happen if the secretary lets on that Caleb almost launched a trash can at her.
He shakes his head and buries himself deeper into my shoulder. His arms wrap around me and he pulls me onto his lap. I look at Max with wide eyes, asking him what to do. He shrugs then stands. “I’ll go smooth things over with his secretary, then send everybody home. We’re done with court for the day and it’s only an hour left of the day. Give me a few minutes.”
Max leaves, though I don’t think Caleb realizes he was here in the first place. I rub his back and relax in his lap, letting my presence be enough for him until he feels like he wants to tell us what’s going on.
Twenty minutes later, Max returns and takes the seat back on the couch. I’m still in the same position, on Caleb’s lap, his face tucked into my shoulder. It took me a minute to realize that he was silently crying the whole time he’s been holding me, my shirt drenched with his tears.
“Baby, talk to us. What’s going on?” I try to urge him, conveying with my tone that I want to help him. That we want to help him.
After taking a deep, shuddering breath, Caleb lifts his head from my shoulder, tears still on his cheeks. I reach up to wipe them and he grabs my hand, kissing it and putting it over his heart. His heartbeat is fast and erratic.
