James Allison

The office is nearly silent, save for the rustle of papers and the low hum of the computers still running simulations. You’ve been here for hours, locked in another debate with James.

“It won’t hold the load at that angle,” he insists, pointing at the schematic. “The aero balance is compromised.”

You shake your head, fire sparking in your chest.

“It will if we redistribute the flow along the floor edges. You’re not giving it enough credit.”

“Credit?” His voice rises, sharp for once, the calm engineer fraying. “This isn’t about credit. It’s physics.”

“And sometimes physics needs vision,” you snap back, your hands flat on the desk between you.

The air between you is hot, charged, your pulse pounding from more than just the argument. You’re too close to him, too aware of the way his eyes flash behind his glasses, the way frustration looks almost like desire.

And then a deeper voice cuts through the tension.

“Enough.”

You both freeze.

Toto stands in the doorway, tall and unshakable, his arms folded across his chest. He should have gone home hours ago, but instead he’s here, watching. Listening. Judging.

The silence is deafening until he steps inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft click that sounds far too final.

“You two,” he says slowly, his accent wrapping around every syllable, “will tear each other apart before we ever get a car to the track. If you’ve got so much fire to burn...” His eyes lock on yours, then shift deliberately to James. “...there are better ways.”

Your breath catches. You should protest, laugh, deflect. But you don’t. Neither does James.

Toto’s gaze doesn’t waver as he comes closer, his height and presence filling the room.

“You want to fight,” he murmurs, tilting his head, “or do you want to surrender?”

James swallows, his jaw tight, but he doesn’t back away. Instead, he glances at you, something raw flickering in his expression — permission, invitation.

And then Toto’s hand finds your chin, tilting your face up to his.

“Tell me,” he says softly. “Which is it?”

Your lips part, no words coming, only heat.

James moves first, his hand sliding to your hip, his body close enough that you can feel his breath on your shoulder.

“She’s stubborn,” he mutters, half to himself, half to Toto.

“Brilliant,” Toto counters, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, “but in need of… guidance.”

The tension snaps like a wire.

James’s hand tightens just slightly on your hip, his fingers brushing the curve there as though testing how far he can go.

“Guidance,” he repeats, his voice dry, almost scoffing, though the heat beneath it betrays him. “That’s one word for it.”

Toto doesn’t flinch. He never does. He only leans closer, the air between you charged, his gaze sliding from James back to you.

“And what word would you use?”

James hesitates. For once, the brilliant engineer has no immediate answer. His throat works as he swallows, his grip on you a little firmer now, anchoring.

Finally, he mutters, “Discipline.”

The corner of Toto’s mouth twitches, not quite a smile, more like acknowledgment.

“Better.” His voice drops, smooth as dark velvet. “Because without it, you two will destroy each other before you ever build something worth racing.”

You should stop this. You should pull away, laugh, tell them both they’ve gone too far. But your body betrays you, leaning into the pull of it, the weight of James’s hand on your hip, the brush of Toto’s thumb against your lip, the heat building low in your stomach.

James exhales, slow, his forehead almost brushing your temple.

“She doesn’t exactly like being told what to do.”

“Then we don’t give her a choice,” Toto says softly, deliberately. His hand cups your jaw now, firm, tilting your face until your eyes meet his. “Not here. Not tonight.”

The words hang in the air, heavy and electric, more command than suggestion.

James finally looks at Toto, not with the hostility of rivals, but with something else — reluctant agreement, shared intent. Then his gaze flicks back to you, searching, asking silently if you’ll fight this… or surrender.

And then James kisses you first, fierce and frustrated, and Toto doesn’t stop him. Instead, Toto steps behind you, his chest pressing to your back, his hands anchoring your waist. You’re trapped between them, every nerve in your body sparking to life.

“You drive us both mad, you know that?” James whispers against your mouth, his fingers gripping your jaw.

“She does,” Toto agrees, his voice rumbling low in your ear. “And now she’ll learn what happens when she pushes too far.”

Your knees buckle as Toto’s hand slides down, rough against your thigh, pushing your legs apart. James kisses you harder, swallowing your gasp, while Toto’s fingers stroke between your legs with deliberate patience.

“Too clever for your own good,” Toto murmurs, his accent curling around the words like velvet.

“Our brilliant little engineer,” James adds, softer, almost reverent, as though he can’t decide if he wants to praise you or devour you.

Their hands are on you before you can breathe — practiced, deliberate, tugging at fabric, loosening, slipping away. Buttons undone by Toto’s long fingers with precise efficiency, your blouse falling open as if it was never meant to stay closed around you. James’s touch is slower, lingering, sliding your skirt higher until the hem bunched at your waist.

You gasp as Toto lifts you effortlessly, setting you on the desk as papers scatter across the floor. His body cages yours, his mouth grazing your jaw while James kneels between your thighs. Glasses slipping slightly down his nose, he pushes them back with one impatient hand before his palms smooth along your bare thighs, steadying, spreading, claiming.

“You see?” Toto rumbles against your ear, his hand sliding firmly over your stomach, keeping you pressed down. “So brilliant in the garage. But here...” His thumb brushes the edge of your bra, tugging it lower until the fabric gives, your breast spilling free into his palm. “...here you’re just ours to study.”

James exhales, low and shaky, his breath fanning hot against your skin as his hands cup your hips, holding them open like a prize he refuses to let slip away. His lips hover, not yet touching, the anticipation making your pulse thunder.

Your body trembles under both of them, every inch alive, every nerve strung tight between Toto’s rough control above and James’s poised focus below.

Toto leans over you from behind, his mouth finding your chest. His tongue flicks over your nipple before sucking hard, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat. His other hand presses flat against your stomach, keeping you still as James lowers his head.

The first stroke of his tongue makes you jolt, your hands clawing at the desk. James hums low against you, the vibration making your thighs shake, while Toto bites gently at your breast before soothing the sting with his tongue.

“Look at you,” Toto murmurs against your skin, his voice dark and commanding. “Spread open, already shaking for us. Breathe, Schatz. You’re going to take everything tonight.”

James glances up at you briefly, his eyes dark, his mouth glistening. “So beautiful,” he says hoarsely. “I could stay here forever, tasting you, hearing you fall apart on my tongue.”

Your back arches, a cry spilling from your lips, but Toto’s hand closes around your throat, not choking, just holding, forcing your gaze up to his. His eyes burn into yours, steady, unyielding, while James works you mercilessly below, his mouth and tongue driving you closer with every movement.

“Too loud already?” Toto taunts softly, his teeth grazing your jaw. “We’ve barely started. You’re ours tonight, remember that.”

“That’s it,” James adds, his voice muffled but desperate, “give me those sounds. Don’t hold back.”

The two of them pull you apart piece by piece, Toto sucking and biting at your breasts until the ache is almost unbearable, James devouring your pussy with relentless precision. The pressure coils tighter and tighter, your body trembling, your hands gripping at anything to keep grounded.

“Come for us,” Toto growls against your ear, his thumb stroking your jaw, his grip on your throat firm but reassuring. “Good girl. Let go. Take it for us.”

The orgasm crashes through you, violent and overwhelming, your whole body shuddering under their touch. James doesn’t stop, humming with satisfaction as you convulse against his mouth, while Toto whispers, “Good girl”, his words blurring together as you dissolve completely.

When James finally pulls back, his lips are wet, his breathing ragged. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at Toto, then back at you, his eyes burning.

“She tastes perfect,” he mutters, almost reverent.

Toto is still holding you, his grip around your throat easing only enough to let you breathe. His mouth brushes your ear, his voice low and sure.

“That was only the beginning, Schatz. Now you’ll take both of us.”

Your pulse stutters. You glance between them, Toto’s commanding presence beside you, James’s lean, hungry frame in front of you. The air is too thick, your body already raw and shaking, but the need only claws deeper.

Toto kisses you hard, stealing what breath you have left, while James pushes your knees wider, stepping between them. His hands slide to your hips, his voice hoarse, reverent.

“She’s ready.”

“Of course she is,” Toto growls against your lips, his accent sharper now, roughened with need. “Our brilliant little engineer, always eager to prove she can handle anything.”

James’s breath shudders as his hands fumble briefly with his zipper. The sound of it lowering fills the charged air, followed by the heavy thud of him freeing himself — already hard, already leaking, his cock flushed and straining. He strokes himself once, twice, before pressing the thick head against your folds.

Your body jerks at the first touch, heat sparking where he circles lazily, the blunt head dragging across your clit in deliberate, teasing strokes. Every pass makes you gasp into Toto’s mouth, your moan swallowed by his kiss as his hand tightens in your hair.

“My God…” James mutters under his breath, watching the way you tremble. “So wet...” He drags himself lower, nudging your entrance, smearing himself in your slickness, rolling the swollen head against your opening until your thighs twitch.

Toto growls in approval, his mouth moving to your throat, biting lightly at your pulse.

“Don’t tease her too long, James. She’ll unravel before we’ve even started.”

James finally braces himself, his hips already press forward. The thick head stretches you, and then he slides in, slow at first, until your cry tears free, only to be caught by Toto’s mouth crashing against yours again.

James curses softly, gripping your hips tighter. “God, you feel… so good.” His words trail into a broken groan.

Toto watches you both like a man feeding his hunger through the sight, his hand sliding down to your breast, squeezing, pinching your nipple until you whimper into his kiss. His voice is low, reverent and possessive all at once.

“Look at her, James. Perfect, isn’t she?”

James’s jaw tightens, his rhythm steadying as he thrusts deeper. “Perfect doesn’t begin to cover it.”

Your body arches, caught between their touches, James driving into you with deliberate power, Toto keeping you pinned, whispering into your ear.

“You’ll take him now,” Toto murmurs, biting lightly at your neck, “and then you’ll take me. Every inch. Every command. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You can’t answer, only moan, your nails clawing at the wood beneath you.

“Say it,” Toto presses, his hand tightening on your throat just enough to bring your eyes to his. “Tell me you want us.”

“I want you,” you gasp, broken, tears pricking your eyes. “Both of you. Please.”

The approval in Toto’s smile is devastating. He kisses you again, harder this time, before pulling back just enough to growl, “Good girl.”

James thrusts faster, his restraint slipping, his breath ragged as he braces himself on the desk. You’re spiralling, every nerve burning, when Toto steps away just long enough to strip fully, his belt hitting the floor with a snap that makes your whole body shiver.

“You’ll take me from behind while James fills you from the front,” he says simply, his voice like steel. “And you won’t stop until we’re both finished.”

The command sends another rush of heat through you, stronger than anything else.

Because Toto doesn’t just command, he claims. After those words, he sinks onto the wide sofa like a king on his throne, his eyes fixed on you with quiet hunger.

James doesn’t even falter. Still buried inside you, he lifts you easily, his arms solid, his mouth brushing your ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, kissing just beneath your jaw, “and you have no idea what you’re doing to us.”

Your body trembles as he carries you across the room. When he lowers you onto Toto’s lap, your breath shatters, because you can feel him immediately, the thick press of his cock against your ass, the sheer promise of what’s coming.

Toto’s hands grip your hips, spreading you wider, forcing you to sit fully on him. He leans in, his lips grazing your ear.

“Relax, Schatz. Breathe for me. Good girl. You’ll take both of us now.”

James doesn’t wait. He leans down, his mouth wrapping around your nipple, sucking hard until your back arches, his teeth scraping just enough to make you cry out.

“Feel her,” James mutters against your chest, his voice rough. “She’s dripping for us.”

Toto chuckles low, his breath hot on your neck.

“Of course she is. She was made for this. For us.”

And then you feel it, his hand spreading you wider, two fingers smearing his spit and your slickness around the tight ring of muscle, working it open slowly. He doesn’t rush, he circles first, then presses, making sure you’re coated, ready. The blunt head of his cock drags over you deliberately, gathering more wetness, sliding lower until it rests right against your ass. He strokes himself there, slicking every inch, grunting low in his chest as he does it.

The first push makes you gasp, the burn sharp, stretching you in a way that has your whole body trembling. Toto’s hand clamps around your thigh, grounding you, while his other hand closes firmly around your throat, tilting your head back so your eyes stay locked on his.

“Breathe,” he orders, voice steel wrapped in that heavy Austrian accent. “That’s it. Take me. Take us. Good girl.”

The moan that rips out of you is broken, half-plea, half-surrender, because in that moment, James drives into you from the front, deep and relentless, while Toto presses harder behind, sliding inch by inch until the two of them fill you completely.

Your body clenches, shaking violently with the stretch, every nerve on fire. The rhythm builds slowly, then faster, James’s hips slamming against you as Toto grinds in behind, the overwhelming pressure leaving you wrecked, sobbing into the air.

“Scheiße…” Toto groans against your ear, his chest pressed to your back. “So fucking tight. Taking both of us like you were born for it.”

James lifts his head, his mouth glistening from your breast, his eyes dark and wild.

“Look at her, Toto,” he growls, thrusting harder. “She loves it. She’s ours.”

Toto growls in your ear, his lips curling into a wicked smile.

“Ours. All fucking ours. Our clever little engineer…” His thrusts sync with James’s, every movement dragging you higher, making you cry out until the sound doesn’t even feel like your own voice.

Pinned between them, stretched to the limit, drowning in their praise, you can only obey. Only surrender.

The pressure coils until you’re crying out, your voice raw. Toto clamps his hand around your throat again, forcing your head back against his chest, his lips brushing your ear.

“Come for us. Right now. Be a good girl and let go.”

And you do, your orgasm rips through you, violent, uncontrollable, your nails clawing at James’s shoulders as your whole body trembles.

“Good girl,” Toto growls into your ear, his thrusts brutal, unrelenting even as your body convulses helplessly. “Scream for us. Show us how much you love being split open.”

James curses, his pace breaking, his forehead pressed to yours.

“So fucking tight.. God, she’s squeezing me... can’t...fuck...” His groan is guttural, desperate, as he drives deep and loses control, his whole body trembling against you.

The sensation of him spilling inside you drags another cry from your lips, your body twitching from aftershocks. And then Toto slams forward one last time, a savage growl vibrating in your ear as he grips your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Do you feel it, Schatz? Both of us inside you. Filling you, owning you.”

The words tear through you, the heat of both of them overwhelming, unbearable. A second orgasm rips free before you can stop it, sharper and harder than the first. You sob against James’s chest, every nerve raw, your voice broken as Toto rides you through it.

“Yes,” he snarls, biting at your neck, “take it all. Every drop. You’re ours.”

Toto’s rhythm grows ragged, his groans deepening as he drives into you one last time. With a sharp, “Scheiße…” his whole body tenses, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he spills inside you. The feeling of it — hot, heavy, joining what James already gave you, makes you sob brokenly against James’s chest, every muscle shuddering until you collapse in their arms.

For a long moment, none of you move. You’re pinned between them, sweat-slick, trembling, the only sounds your uneven breaths and the faint hum of the lights above.

James softens first. He presses gentle kisses along your shoulder, his lips slow and reverent, his hands stroking down to your hips and over your ass, soothing where minutes ago they had gripped you hard enough to bruise.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, voice hoarse but tender. “So damn beautiful.”

Toto loosens his hold, his hand sliding down to caress your hip, grounding you. He leans forward, pressing his lips to your damp hair, his voice low, warm, filled with a pride that makes your chest ache.

“Perfekt, Schatz. You did perfectly. Better than I imagined.”

You melt between them, boneless, safe in the strange cocoon of their arms.

After a while, Toto’s mouth curls into a smile against your temple.

“Next time you two feel like arguing,” he murmurs, a teasing edge creeping into his voice, “we can settle it like this instead.”

James huffs a laugh, still stroking your back. “Next time? I don’t think we’ll need you for that, Toto.”

That earns a deep chuckle from the Austrian. He pulls back enough to look at James over your shoulder, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Ah, James. Don’t fool yourself. You don’t stand a chance against me.”

James only smirks, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. Toto’s hand stays steady on your hip, his lips soft against your hair. Between their banter, their touches, the warmth of their bodies against yours, you can finally breathe again, spent, undone, and utterly theirs.

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