by Parker Grey
Then suddenly I’m swallowing him, the thick head slipping effortlessly into my throat and Kade moans explosively.
“Jesus, peach,” he says, panting for breath. “That feels incredible.”
“Do you know how fucking sexy you look?” Lawson pants behind me. “With me fucking you while you suck his cock?”
He fucks me again, and every pleasure center in my whole body lights up at once, like fireworks. Kade pulls out and I suck him desperately as he does, slurping his cock from my mouth, tongue lavishing over the end for a heartbeat before I gasp and plunge my lips back down.
I want them both inside me. I need them both, even though this breaks every rule I have. I want to show them — my bosses — as much pleasure as they’ve shown me.
I want to be their secret, dirty girl. I want to let them take total control over me, over my body, use me for their pleasure however they want.
But I can’t deny that it feels good, absolutely incredible. Lawson fucks me deeper, harder, faster, and I moan into Kade’s cock, slurping and swallowing, pushing him as deep as I possibly can while his hand is tight in my hair, guiding me up and down.
Lawson’s got both hands on my hips, slamming me back into him as he fucks me hard, my knees wide on the comforter. I’m panting for breath in time with Kade’s cock, completely out of my senses with pure pleasure.
“You’re gonna make me come, peach,” Kade growls. He’s got his head thrown back, his hips thrusting shallowly toward me, my nose buried in the short hair at the base of his cock.
He pulses in my throat and I push him in further, my hands making fists in the comforter of the hotel bed.
Lawson keeps fucking me, hitting my pleasure spots over and over again, his cock perfect with every single thrust. I can feel my climax building, threatening to break free at any second.
“Come for us, dirty girl,” Lawson growls, his voice deeper and rougher than ever. “Show us how much you like taking two cocks at once, peach.”
I moan but the sound is cut short because I swallow Kade again, hard and deep, pressing my nose to his skin and feeling the shudder of pleasure that runs through his body.
It runs through mine, too, and then there’s a slow chain reaction that goes off inside me as Lawson fucks me hard one more time.
He sets me alight, like the fuse on dynamite, the spark deep in my pussy that travels through my body in waves of pleasure until they all hit me at once. I cry out, the sound humming through Kade’s cock still in my mouth, my whole body shaking as I come even harder than before.
My vision goes white, and suddenly there’s nothing in this world except the three of us, fucking on this bed, as pleasure wracks my body from end to end, lighting every nerve on fire as I come.
Behind me Lawson groans, holding me tight against him as suddenly his body jerks and his cock pulses. I can feel him come inside me, still buried deep, and I push myself backward. I want as much of him as I can take, every drop he has to give me, and I suck Kade greedily at the same time.
Moments later, he explodes too, and I swallow him again and again as he does. I’m completely and utterly in the moment, nothing but pure physical desire, acting out of sheer lustful instinct.
After a moment, Kade pulls back, his cock starting to soften. I gasp for air, his hand relaxing in my hair, and look up at him.
He slides one thumb across my cheekbone, the gesture gentle, almost…
…it’s almost loving. The last thing I expected after what just happened, while I’m still on my hands and knees, but then Lawson pulls out as well. I can feel him seep out and down the inside of my thigh, and before I know it he’s bending over me, planting a quick, tender kiss between my shoulder blades.
“You’re so fucking beautiful right now,” Kade murmurs, and I blink up at him.
It’s not what I was expecting. I thought he’d say something dirty right now, and I’d gasp and blush and probably get turned on all over again, but his voice is perfectly sincere.
Gentle, even.
“You’re ours, aren’t you, peach?” Lawson murmurs from behind me.
Slowly, he pulls me back, until I’m sitting, and wraps his arms around me from behind. We’re both sweaty, but neither of us cares. I lean my head back against his thick, muscled frame, and Kade moves over until he’s on my other side.
Kade kisses me on the temple, his hand on my leg. Everything feels warm and fuzzy, and I’m suddenly so tired and out of it that I can barely keep my eyes open so I relax into their arms.
“Of course I’m yours,” I murmur, my voice suddenly soft in the huge hotel room overlooking the London skyline. “Of course.”
Now it’s Lawson’s turn to kiss my forehead, the gesture loving and protective and sexy all at once. If I weren’t so dazed by what just happened, I think I’d be stunned and probably worried.
Because I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have just slept with my bosses.
At the same time.
On a business trip.
Everything about this spells trouble, clear as day, but despite that I know one thing.
I’m absolutely going to do it again.
Chapter Twenty
Lawson
The next morning, I wake up impossibly early. The hotel room has blackout curtains, like all hotel rooms, but even around the edges I can just barely see the first light of dawn creeping through in tones of hushed violet.
I have no idea what time it is, but the instant I wake up, my mind starts whirring. I’m in London. I’ve got work to do, deadlines to meet, I’ve got to make sure that every I is dotted and every t is crossed because DiMaggio Holdings is a stickler for details, and with the amount of money they’re paying the firm?
I need to be too.
I lean myself up on one elbow, just to look at the clock, but when I do something moves in the bed next to me and I freeze.
I blink in the dark.
Then Jenna rolls over, onto her back, her strawberry-blonde hair fanning around her head, and the memory cuts through the fog of my morning brain and I remember instantly.
Last night. Her with the two of us, taking us both at once. How fucking sexy she looked on her back, tits bouncing as she gasped with pleasure, coming while Kade fucked her hard and deep. How beautiful she was when she came that way, how I loved getting to watch her.
How incredible it was to finally be inside her, feeling her tight pussy clench and grasp at me, driving her closer and closer to climax until finally I couldn’t hold on any longer and spilled myself inside her while Kade did the same thing, feeling the delicious shudder of her body below mine.
And then, the three of us falling asleep together, Jenna in the middle, sandwiched between us.
We shouldn’t have stayed here, like this. They should have left, because what if someone calls their rooms and they’re not there?
God forbid, what if someone stops by looking for one of them?
We’d be fucked, and not the good kind either.
But then Jenna’s eyes flutter open and she stretches, her perfect curves rubbing against me in the massive bed the three of us are sharing, and instantly I forget all about how this could cost me everything.
Because all I can think about is her, blinking up at me for a long moment, like she’s trying to remember what I’m doing in her bed.
Then her eyes flick down, like she’s embarrassed. Clearly, she’s remembered.
“Jetlag?” she asks softly. “What time is it?”
I steady one hand on her hip and raise my head, checking the clock behind Kade’s slumbering form, on the other side of Jenna.
“It’s not even six yet,” I say, stroking her naked hip below the covers. “Early, even for me.”
“You travel a lot,” she says, still keeping her voice quiet. “You must know some good tricks to get rid of jet lag, right?”
She smiles at me, rolls onto her side. Now her skin is warm against mine, shooting spikes of desire straight through my body. I’m already stiff
as a plank, the swollen tip of my cock rubbing against the front of her thighs.
I didn’t mean for this to happen. I meant to get out of bed early, grab some coffee, and go over briefs until it was time to head to the office.
But now that it’s started, there’s a zero percent chance I’m going to stop.
“I know one good trick,” I say, my hand finding the small of her back. I pull her closer, her soft skin warm under the blankets, and I press her against me, cock at full attention as her eyes briefly go wide.
“What’s that?” Jenna whispers, one hand against my chest.
She nuzzles my calf with one foot, resting against the outside of my ankle, her knee just barely grazing my thigh.
“A quick morning fuck,” I tell her, grinning wolfishly.
She laughs too, her voice soft in the dim light, and she looks down again, her hand still on my chest. Behind her, Kade stirs, turns onto his side, and then stops moving. The man has always been able to sleep like a log, and moreover, I don’t think jetlag affects him.
It’s unfair as all hell. Or at least it was, until right now, when I nestle one fingertip in the hollow of Jenna’s throat and draw it slowly downward, between her breasts, and over her bellybutton. I slide it between her legs, nestle it against her clit, just barely moving it.
Her eyes close and she moans, ever so softly.
“I can’t verify this,” I say, wiggling my fingertip and eliciting a shudder of pleasure from her, “But I have it on excellent authority that taking a hard ride on a big cock will cure you of jetlag, instantly.”
Her eyes dim as I move my finger against her clit again, her breathing going shallow, the haze of lust settling over her. It’s all I can do not to lick my lips, just watching her like this.
Hands down, it’s the world’s best way to wake up.
She moans softly, eyes half-closed, lips parted. On the other side of her Kade stirs again, slightly, then settles back down as Jenna’s hand slides over my rock-hard chest, her fingers feeling through the bulges and dimples of muscle.
I slide another finger between her legs so her clit is not between them, and I close my fingers ever so softly, still rubbing. Even though I’m not touching her pussy I can feel her wetness already, and I can feel the way she wants more, bucking her hips gently against me while I rub her.
It might be unfair to Kade, but the man could sleep through a hurricane. It’s not my fault if he stays asleep through this whole thing.
Jenna’s sliding her knee up my thigh, her hand now on my bicep, opening herself more and more to me with every passing second. I’m hard as a steel rod, my cock brushing against her inner thigh, and every time it does she rolls her hips just a little, her whole body moving in a perfect, slow rhythm.
“Well, peach,” I say, still rubbing her clit between my fingers, watching her glorious body move with my ministrations. “What’s it going to be?”
She swallows, her eyes barely open as she looks up at me, eyelashes aflutter.
“What?” she breathes, as if it’s hard for her to concentrate.
“Are you gonna tease me all morning, or are you gonna ride my cock?” I ask with a grin.
Jenna opens her mouth to answer but I don’t let her. I already know the answer, I just want to capture her mouth with mine, feel her melt into me, a puddle of desire. I bite her bottom lip between my teeth just hard enough for her to make a noise before I pull back.
With one quick motion I roll onto my back, pulling Jenna on top of me.
“Oh!” she exclaims, briefly off-balance, using her hand on her chest to steady herself.
“Trick question,” I say, her hips already in my hands. “We both know what the answer is, peach.”
There’s a moment of uncertainty in her eyes, but then my girl arches forward, one hand already wrapped around my cock, her other hand on my chest. She’s still a little unstable, but I’ve got her tight as she rises up onto her knees, brushing my cock against her entrance.
I growl at her, fingers digging into her hips, and she smiles slightly. Like she’s teasing me, her tight wetness against my tip utterly tantalizing.
“Come on, peach,” I say, my voice coming out low and lust-rough. “Why don’t you—”
She cuts me off by sliding down my cock all at once, hilting me deep on the first stroke, and my words turn into a loud groan. Jenna gasps, her hand on my chest balling into a fist, her lips parting and her eyes closing.
Fuck, she feels good. She feels amazing, like she’s custom-made to fit my cock, tight and wet, pulsing with desire.
“You dreamed about this, didn’t you?” I ask, keeping my voice low and my hands on her hips, moving her back and forth slightly. “That’s why you woke up so hot and bothered and ready to go, because we were fucking in your dreams.”
Even though she doesn’t respond right away, the look in her eyes tells me I’m right. That look, along with the way she grinds down onto me, her clit against my skin as my cock moves inside her, the sweet ache of pleasure building inside me.
“Maybe,” she finally breathes, letting her fingers unfurl on my chest.
“Did it feel this good in your dream?” I ask, moving her hips again.
She responds by moaning quietly, a breathy little sound, and she starts to ride me. Jenna’s uncertain at first, a little off-balance, but slowly, she moves faster, harder. She takes me all the way deep with every stroke, and before long I’m clenching her thighs in my hands, forcing myself not to come before she does.
I may be dirty as hell, but I’m a fucking gentleman, so I grind my teeth together and watch the way her perfect tits bounce up and down, the pattern mesmerizing.
“You like being stuffed full of cock first thing in the morning?” I ask her, even though I already know the answer.
From the way her eyes are unfocused, from the way she’s biting her lip and turning a beautiful shade of orgasmic pink, from the way she’s grinding her clit against my hips with every stroke, I can tell she loves this. But I want to hear her say it.
But Jenna just moans, both her hands on my stomach, like she’s trying to keep her balance, so I pull her down harder, push her clit against me with my cock deep inside her. I have to force myself not to come, but I don’t.
“Say it,” I growl. “Tell me, peach.”
Something like laughter flickers through her eyes, but only for a moment as I shift her hips with my hands and she moans again, helplessly.
“I like it,” she breathes, her voice hitching with desire. “I like being— being stuffed full of cock.”
“Good,” Kade’s voice says suddenly, off to my left.
Jenna and I both turn our heads instantly, looking over at my best friend and business partner, still in the bed with us. Even though he just woke up, he’s grinning, his hands behind his head, clearly enjoying the show.
“Good lord, don’t stop on my account,” he says. “My own fault for sleeping in.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Kade
This?
This is the third-best way a man could possibly wake up, in my estimation.
The first, obviously, would be to wake up already buried in Jenna’s tight little pussy, eyes coming open to see my gloriously sexy assistant riding me like she’s riding Lawson right now.
Second best would be waking up with my cock down her throat, her innocent-but-hungry eyes looking up at me as she sucked me off as a good morning.
But this is third. Watching our sweet angel coming apart, getting properly fucked by the only other man I trust to do a good job of it, is pretty good.
They start again, Jenna slowly bucking her hips back and forth, finding the rhythm that they’d lost a moment ago. She’s still slow, tentative, far from an expert, but I know all that will change in the next few weeks.
Her gaze keeps flicking from Lawson to me, back and forth, like she’s not quite sure what to do now that she has an audience, even though she’s still riding his cock like she can’t help herse
lf.
I grin again, put my hand on her thigh, slowly move it upward to where my best friend is fucking her.
“Come on, peach,” I say. “Aren’t you going to let us watch you come?”
I find her clit with my fingers, circle them around her small, swollen nub as she moans with pleasure. Lawson tugs on her hips again, arching himself off the bed as he fucks her slow and hard, a groan escaping Jenna’s lips as he hilts himself. I’ve got the perfect view of their union, and I’m hard as a fucking rock watching his thick shaft pulse into her pretty pink pussy.
“Kade,” she whispers, her eyes at half-mast. “I didn’t know you were…”
I sit up onto my knees beside her, still rubbing her clit, and lean into her ear.
“You didn’t know I was right next to you?” I tease, sliding my other hand down her arm, taking her hand. “You didn’t think I’d wake up when you started riding Lawson’s cock and moaning loud enough to wake the Queen?”
I don’t wait for her to answer, but I take her hand and wrap it around my own thick shaft, groaning involuntarily as she pumps me once, still riding Lawson.
I get behind her, straddling Lawson’s legs as well, her hand still around my cock as I massage her clit even harder. Now she’s between us, facing him, but the three of us are moving together like we’re all fucking.
Soon.
I bite my lip as she pumps me again, taking Lawson’s big cock with a near-orgasmic shudder. It’s all I can do to stop myself from leaning her forward, pushing my fingers knuckle-deep into her tender back hole, making her gasp and groan with new pleasures.
I squeeze my hand into a fist on her hip as she takes him again, her fingers sliding down my cock and her body starts quivering, a shallow gasp coming from her mouth. I know she’s close, right on the brink, so I lower my lips to her neck and suck at the soft skin there, even as I try not to think about what I really want to do.