The Whole Package (Hearts to Buy #1)

Diana

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

D i a n a

R equests for engagements with multiple partners were familiar in my line of work. It's not that I particularly relish these scenarios; they come with complexities and nuances that can be challenging. But when the pay is as good as it was for this one, I remind myself of the pragmatic reasons for doing what I do. The mortgage payment is looming, an ever-present reminder of my responsibilities. And then there's the gala, an event I can't afford to miss, both for the sake of my image and my relationship with my fiancé.

At one point, I toyed with the idea of coming clean to Robert. Not about my job, of course – that secret is one I plan to take to my grave. But the financial struggles, the weight that's been crushing me, that was a different story. When he started medical school, I had naively agreed to support him. Love can make you promise the stars, even when barely holding a candle. I hadn't fully comprehended the burden it would place on my shoulders, nor the strain it would put on our relationship. Our finances were a tightrope walk, and with each passing day, we seemed closer to falling. The threat of losing everything we had built loomed over us, a dark cloud in our shared sky.

That's when Ava came into my life, an unexpected savior with an offer that seemed too good to refuse. She promised extra cash, unimaginable amounts on my hair salon wages. At the time, the decision felt like stepping from a sinking ship onto a life raft. Ava painted a picture of financial freedom, of easy money for services I convinced myself were a reasonable price.

After my first encounter arranged by Ava, I found myself suddenly able to breathe easier. The rent was paid, the pantry was stocked, and the pressure of financial strain eased for the first time in a long while. There was no turning back after that. I had crossed a line, stepping into a double life with a clear objective: to maintain this facade long enough for Robert and me to secure our own place, for him to finish med school and start his career as a doctor.

But life, as I've learned, rarely follows the script we write. After his graduation came the stark reality of internships and the grueling years of residency. His wage, a pittance in the grand scheme of our expenses, couldn't sustain the lifestyle I had painstakingly built over the years. To explain our sudden financial upturn, I told Robert about my 'celebrity clients' at the salon, fabricating a story about high-paying house calls.

Eventually, I left the salon to keep up with the charade, telling Robert I was focusing solely on these lucrative home visits. It was a half-truth. Yes, I was visiting the homes of the wealthy, but not to style their hair or enhance their beauty. My role was more intimate and complex – I was there to provide comfort and fulfill desires.

"Hey, boys," I call out with practiced ease as the door swings open, revealing Ryder and Ryan waiting for me. The contrast between them is as stark as night and day, yet equally captivating. Ryder towers at an imposing 6'3", his dark curls framing a face that perfectly blends rugged and handsome. His blue eyes are like the ocean, deep and mesmerizing, pulling me in every time I gaze into them.

Then there's Ryan, with his dirty blonde hair styled into a bun, the sides shaved neatly. His features are sharply defined, a sculptor's dream, and his hazel eyes are warmly reminiscent of golden honey. They're both breathtaking in their own right, the kind of men who turn heads wherever they go.

I've seen them enough times to consider them regulars, yet each encounter feels freshly intoxicating. It's always puzzled me why men as gorgeous and young as they are would need to seek out someone like me. They could easily have their pick of women, and as far as I know, they do. Last I heard both were in committed relationships, living what seemed to be typical, desirable lives.

But beneath the veneer of normalcy lies their shared secret, a kink that their girlfriends wouldn't or couldn't satisfy. Ryder and Ryan share a predilection for something more adventurous, more taboo. They like to share not just moments or experiences but also partners. And that's where I come in.

"Looking beautiful as always," Ryder comments, his voice smooth as I stride past them, my bag finding its place on one of the hotel chairs. My eyes briefly scan the bed, perfectly made and adorned with rose petals arranged like a heart. It's charming in its cliché, a touch of romance in an otherwise unromantic arrangement.

"Yeah, you look amazing," Ryan chimes in, and I catch the subtle bite of his lip as he watches me settle onto the bed. My legs cross elegantly, and I allow my gaze to sweep over them, taking in their anticipation.

"Thank you," I reply, letting my hair cascade behind one shoulder with a practiced movement. "You guys look pretty good, too," I say, injecting a note of sultriness into my voice. As I sit there, the woman engaged to be married, the one deeply in love with her fiancé, is left at the door. In this room, I am a chameleon, shifting to meet the desires of my clients. Tonight, I know precisely what Ryder and Ryan want: a submissive partner, someone who will yield to their shared will, a canvas for their shared fantasies.

I'm acutely aware of their expectations, of the unspoken agreement that they will explore every inch of me and share every part of me. And the truth is, I'm not just willing but anticipating it. Deep down, I know I'll relish every second. It's a secret thrill that women often fantasize about but rarely admit – the allure of being with more than one partner. From my experience, it's an adventure worth exploring, a surprisingly fulfilling journey.

"Where do you want me?" I ask, waiting in anticipation for their response; they both share a look before shedding their clothing and making their way over to me. Slowly, Ryder undoes the buttons of my blouse as Ryan unzips my jeans and begins sliding them down my legs. This is probably my favorite part about these two; they're all about doing things to me. I barely have to put in any work. They want to see me squirm with pleasure, and I just have to lie there and feel it.

It's amazing.

"We've been thinking about you all week, baby," Ryder breathes in my ear as his lips kiss down my neck; I can feel Ryan unclasping my bra and allowing my breasts their freedom. Ryder's lips are now on me, kissing me, devouring every inch of my mouth as Ryan lifts my bottom up slightly and slides my underwear down, tossing it aside with the rest of my clothing; now, we are all entirely bare.

"And here I thought you'd forgotten about me," I tease, letting out a moan as I feel the warmth of Ryan's tongue against the skin of my inner thigh. Ryder is now straddling me, his hard cock resting on my belly. My hands slide over his chiseled chest and abs, enjoying the way his muscles contract at my touch. I pull him down, my lips finding his once more.

He groans, deepening the kiss as Ryan's fingers trail along the length of my pussy, and then slip between my wet folds, rubbing at the swollen bud of my clit. My body quivers with excitement, and my senses are overwhelmed by the sensation. I gasp, arching my back as Ryder's hand wraps around my neck, his grip firm but gentle.

Ryan's mouth moves lower, his tongue trailing a wet path down my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs. He spreads them open wide, giving him full access to my slick pussy. His hands slide under my ass, gripping and lifting my hips to his mouth. His tongue finds my clit and begins to flick over it, causing an electric current to run through me. My head rolls back, and I let out a deep moan.

"God, you're so wet," Ryder growls, his lips pressed against my ear.

"That's because Ryan is very talented with his tongue," I reply breathlessly. Ryan smirks at my words, his eyes locked onto mine as his tongue continues its wicked dance.

"You taste so fucking good," Ryan groans, and his hands tighten their grip on my ass, holding me in place. I writhe against him, my hips grinding against his face.

Ryder's hands caress my breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Fuck, I can't wait anymore," Ryder mutters, his voice husky with desire. He moves down to the edge of the bed, grabs the condom, and rolls it on his cock. Ryan moves away from my pussy, and I'm instantly filled with longing.

"Don't stop," I whimper.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet, babe," he grins. "Not by a long shot."

Ryan climbs up on the bed, positioning himself behind me, his cock pressing against my ass. He leans down and whispers, "You ready for me, baby?"

"Yes," I reply, breathlessly.

"Good," he says, his voice low and seductive. He begins to slide his cock inside me, stretching and filling me. His hands grip my hips, guiding his thrusts. My moans grow louder, the feeling of his cock inside me almost too much to bear. I'm lost in the sensation, the heat and pressure building within me. Ryder's mouth is on my left breast, his teeth grazing over my nipple, sending shivers down my spine. He kisses and sucks, his hand toying with my other breast as Ryan pounds me from behind, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust.

"Don't come," Ryder warns his friend, and that's his cue to ease out of me, making me instantly whimper. "I want us all to come together," he explains. Ryan's cock teases my ass; I hear him grab something — lube, I assume, and he lathers his cock with it and places some on my rear entrance as Ryder's cock nears my pussy. They're getting ready to fill me, and I can't wait. I watch the two men prepare to enter me, both looking at me with hungry eyes.

"Ready for us, baby?" Ryan asks.

"Yes," I whisper, barely able to form the word.

Ryan eases his cock into my ass, the feeling of fullness almost too much to handle. He begins to move slowly, his hands gripping my hips, and once he's found a steady rhythm, Ryder joins in. His cock fills my pussy, and I instantly cry out, the sensation of both of them moving in me driving me wild.

"Oh God," I cry, the feeling almost too much to bear. "I'm so close," I say, the heat and pressure building within me.

"Wait," Ryder commands.

Ryan increases his pace, his hips slapping against me as his cock thrusts deeper into my ass. I can feel Ryder's cock rubbing against his, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. I've never felt so completely and utterly possessed; my body is theirs to use, and they're making sure they do just that. Ryder and Ryan share a kiss above me, their lips colliding as they thrust deeper into me, and the sight is so erotic I can't help but let out a low, throaty moan.

My eyes flutter closed, and I give in to the feeling of their bodies moving together, their cocks filling and stretching me, and their hands roaming over my skin. The tension is building, the heat and pressure becoming almost unbearable.

"Come for us, ," Ryan demands.

And that's all I need. The orgasm tears through me, waves of pleasure crashing over my body as I cry out. The sound echoes off the walls as Ryder and Ryan continue to thrust into me, the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsing through me.

Ryan pulls out of me, and I don't have enough time to miss his presence because Ryder is already pushing me back toward the mattress, our bodies still connected as he continues to thrust into me. Ryan walks up behind Ryder, his cock glistening with a combination of lube and my juices. His hand moves up to stroke Ryder's ass, and I can tell by the look on his face that he's about to take the next step.

"Oh fuck," Ryder cries out, his eyes locking onto mine as Ryan's cock begins to penetrate him. His cock continues to thrust into my pussy as Ryan fucks him from behind. It's the most intensely erotic thing I've ever experienced, watching Ryder's expression as his friend fills him, the combination of pleasure and pain evident on his face.

"Does that feel good, babe?" I ask, my hands caressing his chest and abs, the muscles taut under my fingertips.

"Yes," he says through gritted teeth, his hips bucking as Ryan's cock pumps into him. I can tell Ryan's close by the way his hands dig into Ryder's hips, his fingers leaving marks on the smooth skin.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he growls, and with one final thrust, he spills into his friend.

Ryder's not far behind, his cock pulsing inside me, and I feel the hot release of his cum filling me. He collapses on top of me, his face buried in my neck, and we lie there, our bodies intertwined.

It's a surreal moment; the three of us spent and satisfied. After a few moments, Ryder lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes full of emotion.

"Thank you," he whispers, and I'm unsure if he's talking to me or Ryder.