What are you thankful for?

A Story by ShadyGirl763

"Wait, so we don't have to make out with each other right?" "I don't know how these things work."

"You know my girl right?" Yelawolf shifts on the ball of his heel inside of his Chuck Taylors. Marshall looked up at him, his face skeptical of Michael's stance. What the f**k was he so nervous about. His girlfriend was a nice girl, sexy... Marshall's actually a little jealous he didn't get to her first. Not like she would've went for the older male...

"Yeah." Marshall absently replies, licking his tongue over his chapped lips. The thought of her made his mouth dry. He'd seen her walk into the studio the first day in that short skirt, and was wondering what it'd be like to cup his hands over that a*s, digging his fingers deep.

"Yeah, well.... She likes you." Michael shakes his hair out as he stares at the beanie in his hand, fiddling with it. "And I asked her what she wanted to do for the holidays, 'cause you know she aint got no family an'all." Spit it out. "She said she wants... She wants to do you, boss." He pushes the beanie back onto his head, before adjusting it and scratching his neck.

"So, what? She wants to sit in front of me and watch me do a crossword or something?" Marshall knows what Yela's getting at, but he wants to hear it. Confirm it. Hell, if he could get it in writing right now, laminated, stapled across her forehead...

"Nah. She wants to f**k you." The slick change in tone was a joking yet insistent one as Michael leans back on the doorframe. "I know it's a lot to ask, being that you're my boss an'all. But, what she wants..." He gives a soft, almost cocky grin. "She gets, because she's my girl. The thing is..." Marshall watches the Adam's Apple rise and fall in Yela's throat. "She wants us both. At the same time."

There's a silence in the air. Hesitant at first, Marshall slides his fingers against the arms of the chair he's sitting in. The material is soft under his fingers, and honestly he wishes his skin could melt into it. His throat is even more dry now, and he can swear that he may die if he croaks out another word.

"Wait, so we don't have to make out with each other right?" Marshall lifts an eyebrow towards Yela as he leans back against the door.

"I don't know how these things work." Yela pushes his back into the wall. Did the f*****g Eminem, God of all Hip Hop in his eyes, and more importantly his boss just agree to engage in a threesome with him and his girl? "So, you're down." He stated more than asked, fearing that if he inquired, there'd be a chance for Em to say no.

"Yeah." Yela didn't waste anytime flipping opent that ridiculous razor phone. Marshall watches him, knowing that he was texting her.

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"Hey you." Marshall hears her coo as she enters the room, Yela standing before her. "Sorry I'm late--" Her words were caught up in her mouth as Yela scooped her up into his arms and captured her mouth into a kiss.

"You miss me?" He didn't waste any time. She gasps as he sucked on her earlobe and moved his hungry lips down to her shoulder's where he kisses her. He turns her towards Marshall, who dips a bit further back into the shade of the darkness in the room, but he watches. Yela didn't have a problem putting on a show as he slides two fingers up the back of her thigh and lets it land softly on the curve of her a*s.

Marshall could see that the skirt was shorter than anything he'd ever witnessed and couldn't tell whether she was commando, or if she was wearing a thong. Either way, he had to strain his throat to hold back a groan as his eyes met Yela's and he pushed his hand over his dick to hide his hard on.

"I'm so thankful for you. Thankful, for this sweet little a*s of yours." Yela spanked her and she gasps. He gives Marshall a dark smile, knowing his boss is getting off to the sound of her little yelps as he spanks her once more. "So thankful for this little--" He slides his other fingers against her smooth, shaved center and she moaned in his ear. God, he was definitely thankful for that. Marshall bites his lip as he watches intently.

"And you know how I'm gonna show you I'm thankful?" His eyes leave Marshall, and meet hers.

"What?" She whispers, her innocent beady little eyes stare back up at him. A small smile curls onto those beautiful features of his and he bites his bottom lip.

"I aint gonna f**k you tonight." He steps back and she gasps. He can see her whole world shattering down in her face. He loves how badly she always wants him. He's made her beg for him to do the dirtiest things to her. She gasps as hands grip her waist, and whirl her around. She's nose to nose with Marshall, who is still trying to catch his breath from the loss of touch to the straining member between his legs begging to escape. Her mouth makes a slight O shape as he gives her the darkest smile manageable. The only time she'd seen it, was in the Slaughterhouse Throw It Away video when he's about to murder the guy...

"Hey." He says in the softest voice, and she could already feel the pool of want.

"H--" She gasps when she feels Yela come back up from behind her, the palms of his hands sliding up mid section and palming her breasts over her shirt. She let her head fall back against his chest as she stood on her toes to get some friction going on between his hands and her aching n*****s. Marshall watches her and slides his hands down to her skirt, purposefully keeping his eyes on her.

"You know what I"m thankful for?" He asks and she shakes her head, those innocent little lips pouting in wonder. He wonders what they'd look like enveloping the throb between his thighs. "I'm thankful Yelawolf, here came to me yesterday and told me about how you think about me. How you want me. How you want to--" he leans over as he pops the button on her skirt. "How you want me to drive this dick into you." She moans because at that very moment Yela's hands dip into her V-neck and grab a handful of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her n*****s. She arches her hips forward in reaction, as he continues to brush them ever so gently back and forth.

"Let me ask you something? Did you wear these short skirts around me on purpose? Were you trying to get me to see this pretty little p***y of yours?" Marshall slips his hand over her skirt and Oh God, there was nothing blocking him from sliding his fingers up and against her wetness. She gasps and he pulls away. "Answer the question." Marshall gets off in knowing that women want him. Gets off in thinking that he can drive them nuts.

"Yes." She begs, and he's not really sure she knows what she's submitting to. She's basically telling her boyfriend that she dresses for his boss.

Yela takes her by her chin and rewards her with a kiss. He slips his tongue into his mouth and at the same time, Marshall drops her skirt and buries his face in her heat. He slides his tongue against her c**t and she moans in Yelawolf's mouth. He watches her. Even with her tongue wrapped around Yela's, she was beautiful. Even from this angle. He uses his tongue to tease her lower lips a bit more before pushing it inside. She gasps, and it seems as though she's pulling away but Yelawolf grabs her hand and gently pushes it down to Marshall's head of dark brown hair. Marshall uses his arms to pull her thighs into his control and she whines as Yela is massaging her n*****s and the sensations from both men are driving her nuts.

"You're so beautiful." Marshall says between long strokes of his tongue. He's lost in the taste of her and the rhythmic convulsions of her pelvis. Yela slides a hand down to her stomach, and lets a single finger slide down towards her c**t. She gasps as he plays with the small button gently. Her body lurches forward, begging. He chuckles.

"You like that?" He whispers in her ear and she moans her response as Marshall begins to lick faster, adamant on making her cum harder than she ever did before. "Well, when you come, I want you to scream boss man's name. I heard he likes that." The two men met eyes, and surprisingly the cocky smile mixed in with her hooded lustful expression just makes Marshall's dick harder. His licks become sloppy but it only seems to turn her own more as Yela continues to stroke her c**t. She moans louder and louder as she can feel the sensation starting in her stomach.

"Yeah, baby. Come on..." Yela licks her ear, and it causes her to lay her head back. He looks down at Marshall, and winks at him. Marshall kinda gets the gist of what that means. He pulls away and quickly replaces his tongue with his fingers. She's so wet, she doesn't even realize it as he comes to meet her face, watching her ride his fingers and buck her chest into Yelawolf's prowling fingers as they twist her n*****s between them.

"Mmm." She mewls as she opens her eyes and Marshall bites his lips, speeding his fingers up. She gasps, and her eyes roll back a bit. "Oh." She cries out, using one arm to wrap around Yela's neck and one around Marshall's pulling them both close until she's sandwiched between them. Both of them were forehead to forehead looking down at her as she begs to come with her eyes, and Marshall takes his cue. He'd already managed to get his pants undone and down while on the floor, and he once again, expertly made the transition from his fingers to his dick.

She cries out as he fills her, her wet, dripping heat surrounding him. "There you go." Yela whispers as she whines as she stretched and accommodation Marshall's size. "You like that?" Yela asks and she bites her lip as he pulls her arm from his neck and sits it on Marshall's shoulder. Marshall grabs her a*s, and the feeling of the soft skin beneath his fingertips was almost enough to send him over the edge. She wraps her legs around his waist, and it pulls him in deeper. "Unnf." He managed as they lock eyes. Marshall was kinda of curious where Yela fit into this but didn't have time. He bounces her up and down on his dick, listening to her whines of pleasure when suddenly he feels a set of hot, fiery lips latch onto his neck.

He staggers back a bit, groaning as he feels a tongue swirl across his pulse and now she was practically riding him as he fought to keep control in his head. There was a man sucking on his neck and his dick was buried deep within a woman. This isn't how it played on his mind, but when he felt Yela slide his fingernails down Marshall's back, he lost it. "I'm gonna--" He caught his words between his teeth.

"Marshall." She cries out, her body convulsing and he pretty much had to hold her as she shivered into her orgasm. Marshall feels Yela squeeze his butt and whisper in his ear. "You got a nice butt'ere boss." and somehow, that's what sent Marshall spiraling into his voice. She gasped as he pulled out and spilled his seed all over her stomach. Somehow, she was still cumming if not having a second orgasm. Marshall sat her down, completely out of breath.

Best thanksgiving sex ever. But.. Did he just get off to the sound of Yelawolf's voice?

To be continued.