by Parker Grey
Someone’s moaning. It must be me, because I’m fully on display to Lawson, legs wide, sitting up as I take Kade’s cock.
“This what you wanted when you decided to make out with him in the elevator?” Kade asks, but his voice has a softer edge to it. “When you couldn’t wait to have a cock inside you, so you nearly got us all fired?”
My eyes at half-mast, vision blurred with pleasure, I look up at Lawson. He’s on the edge of his seat, still looking ready to devour me.
“Yes,” I moan.
I try to move because the one driving force in my body right now is to ride Kade’s thick cock as hard as I can. I want him slamming into me, taking me hard and deep while Lawson watches. I need him to make me lose all control and fly to pieces, but instead he holds me down by the hips, his cock pulsing inside me.
He just chuckles.
“I don’t think so,” he says, his voice gravelly and sweet all at once. “If I give you what you want now, you’ll just do it again. Instead I’m going to teach both of you a lesson.”
With that, he starts moving slowly, his cock barely shifting inside me just enough to hit all my pleasure centers. I’m stuffed so full that I can feel every millimeter he moves, my pussy stretching around him.
Kade snakes one hand around me, and suddenly his fingers are on my wet clit, stroking and rubbing and circling in perfect time with his cock. I’m half leaning forward, my hands still on his knees, and I dig my nails into his legs at the sudden pleasure.
“Your cock feels so good,” I moan, totally unable to control myself. “You’re gonna make me come so fast.”
Behind me, his breathing hitches but his hand slows on my clit, and suddenly I’m no longer near that edge.
“No, I’m not,” he says, a smirk in his voice.
I try to make him move harder, faster, to fuck him like I want to but I’m not in control here. He is, and he wants to torture me.
Kade doesn’t pick up the pace. He keeps it up, barely moving, pushing me toward the edge again and again with his cock and his hand but never sending me over, until I feel like my body is made up of shimmering lava, pure heat pounding through my veins.
“Make me come,” I hear myself begging him. “Please, Kade, please. I need to come, your cock feels so good inside me, please.”
There’s a hand on my nipple, pinching one and then the other almost to the point of pain. Then the hand is back on my clit, circling and rubbing, then stilling. I moan and it comes out as a whimper, my hands and toes curled. I’m willing myself to come with every single muscle in my body, but I can’t.
I’m right there, on the edge, but I can’t yet.
“Have you learned your lesson, peach?” he asks softly, sliding two fingers around my clit, holding it tight.
“Don’t fuck at work,” I gasp, leaning forward, into his touch. I roll my hips, try to draw him even deeper, but it doesn’t work.
“Don’t fuck where you can get caught,” he says, his voice a purr. “I very much like fucking at work.”
Suddenly he pulls me onto him hard, his fingers rubbing me furiously as Kade finally fucks me hard and fast and mercilessly.
I come instantly, all the pent-up energy exploding out of me in a long, loud moan that’s probably so loud they can hear it in Brooklyn. I’m hot and cold at the same time, the sensation so intense that it feels like being showered by snow and sparks all at once.
When I open my eyes, Lawson is standing in front of me, his hands on my face, and he’s looking down at me with an intensity I’ve never seen before.
Even as the aftershocks of the orgasm run through my body, he traces his thumb along my lower lip.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs quietly, his eyes boring down into mine. “Especially when you come.”
My eyes land on his massive erection, straining so hard against his zipper that it’s stretching the material of his suit. I bite my lower lip in my teeth and take his thick length in my hand, stroking him through his pants as he kisses me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth.
I feel taken. Possessed. Owned, by these two powerful, sexy men, one kissing me like his life depends on it and the other still hard inside me. Part of me wonders if I should feel used, dirty, like a whore, but I don’t.
There’s something magical about this moment, something pure and beautiful despite the raw sexuality. Like this is who I’m supposed to be with.
Most people don’t find their perfect match ever. Is it possible that I found two?
After a long, slow kiss, Lawson pulls back. He runs his thumb over my lips again, then smiles at me, wickedness gleaming in his eyes.
“Now,” he says softly. “What did I promise you earlier?”
Lawson doesn’t wait for an answer. He lifts me off of Kade so I wrap my legs around him, kissing me deeply again. I gasp at the void inside me, but before I know it he’s spun around, set me down on the leather couch as he takes off his suit jacket, then his shirt.
I swallow hard. Even though I see him all the time, even though Kade was just inside me, Lawson’s body always takes my breath away. He’s got sculpted, chiseled muscles, and watching them stretch and pull as he takes off his shirt and undoes his belt makes heat pool in my belly all over again.
He takes his pants off, his huge cock springing out as he kicks them away and leans forward again. I take him in one hand, moaning softly as I give him a long, hard stroke from root to tip.
Lawson kisses me again, and behind him, I’m vaguely aware that Kade is standing from his chair, taking his own suit off, but then Lawson pulls back, my lower lip between his teeth.
“Remind me what I said I was going to do to you,” he says, his voice low and teasing.
My insides squirm, half in wild anticipation and half in sudden anxiety, the thought of his lips against my ear as he whispered I’m going to fuck your ass shuddering through me.
“You don’t remember?” I ask him, one hand on his chest, suddenly coy.
Lawson laughs and kisses my fingers, but the ferocity in his eyes doesn’t go anywhere.
“I want you to say it,” he says, his eyes burning into mine as he lowers his voice. “I want you to ask me for it, peach.”
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry, my stomach doing somersaults inside me. I don’t know why this of all things suddenly feels so dirty, but it does.
“You’re going to…” I whisper, voice trailing off.
Just say it, Jenna, I tell myself.
“Fuck my ass,” I finish.
The smile that spreads slowly over Lawson’s face is unlike anything I’ve seen before — it’s hungry and lusty and loving all at once, his eyes roaming over my body like it belongs to him.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
I lean up for the kiss that I think is coming, but instead Lawson suddenly scoops me up and before I know it I’m facing the other direction, bent over, forearms resting on the back of the couch where Kade’s standing.
I didn’t even see him go back there, but he puts one finger under my chin and tilts it up, giving me a slow, hard kiss that leaves me breathless.
“I love watching him fuck you,” Kade breathes into my ear. “Almost as much as I love fucking you myself.”
With that, the tip of Lawson’s cock slides along me, starting at my slick entrance, moving to the sensitive nub of my clit, and then back down. I swallow hard and try to relax, but I can’t help tensing up, my hands forming fists as I force myself to breathe.
But instead, suddenly, Lawson’s sliding into my pussy, stretching me as I grip him, and I moan out loud, face still in Kade’s hands. My eyes slide shut with the unexpected pleasure, and involuntarily I tighten as his thick cock hits all my pleasure centers in a row as he fucks me slow and hard.
Behind me, he chuckles. There’s the sound of a bottle opening, and then then something liquid and slippery on my other hole, followed by Lawson’s gentle, probing finger.
“I’m not a barbarian, peach,” he teases me. “I’m a gentleman
and I’m going to fuck your ass like one.”
He slides one finger into my tight back hole, and my vision goes blurry with the sudden added pleasure, his cock still filling my pussy. I moan again, and Kade kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as he does. He’s naked too, now, his still-hard cock bobbing in front of me.
Lawson adds a second finger, then a third, as he fucks me slowly with both his hand and his cock. This isn’t the first time that one of them has put their fingers in my ass — not even the first time they’ve done it while fucking me — but it’s the first time they’ve filled me up this much, the first time that I feel like I can barely function from the sheer pleasure.
“Lawson,” I gasp. “More.”
He just chuckles, his breathing heavy as he fucks me gently.
“Soon,” he says, his voice a growl.
Kade’s thumb is in my mouth, somehow, and I suck on it greedily, my tongue swiping over the salty rough pad. I’m moaning constantly now, the pure pleasure of being double-fucked almost too much for me.
Slowly, the wave breaks over me, and I come still moaning, Kade’s thumb in my mouth as I suck it harder and harder. My body shudders and I can feel my pussy clamping down around Lawson’s thick, still-hard cock, stretching me and using me together with his fingers.
I shouldn’t like it, but I do. I shouldn’t be here, and I definitely shouldn’t be doing this, but I am. I’ve fucked two men — my bosses, no less — in the space of just a few minutes, and now Lawson is slowly pulling his cock and fingers out of me as the aftershocks rock through my body.
I look up at Kade, meet his lust-dark eyes, and I can only think one thing.
“Fuck my ass,” I whisper, voice shaking slightly. “Please.”
There’s more of the slippery liquid on my back hole, but then the tip of Lawson’s cock is there, pressing gently in. He widens me gradually, taking his time, and I can feel myself stretching to accommodate his girth.
“Relax,” Kade says, running his thumb over my bottom lip again, watching us hungrily. “Just relax and let him fuck you.”
Kade’s cock is bobbing in front of me, and I can see the pearlescent precum dripping steadily from the engorged tip as Lawson slides deeper and deeper with every tiny thrust.
I take a deep breath. I make myself relax, even though my body is still shaking with the new sensations taking place as he stretches me to fit him.
It feels so strange and wonderful all at once, like there’s no possible way that this could work but at the same time I want this desperately, I want to feel pleasures I’ve never felt before and I want to give him — them — this gift.
I want my body to be theirs. I want them to use me however they want, in every hole, in every way.
And it doesn’t hurt, not quite, but with every shallow stroke Lawson stretches me a little wider, wider than I thought I could possibly go. I’m moaning with the sheer force of wanting him inside me, pushing back against him just a little.
Suddenly, just when I think I can’t possibly take anymore, there’s a tiny popping sensation, and then Lawson stops. I’m gasping for breath, back hole spread wide, and he smooths his hands over the expanse of my back before he bends and kisses the back of my neck.
“The hard part’s over,” he whispers roughly.
“Lawson,” I moan. “It feels—”
My words break off into a long groan of pleasure as he rocks deeper into me. I feel like he’s splitting me in half with his cock, only instead of pain, it feels incredible.
“Please,” I whisper, even though I don’t know what I’m asking him for.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls in my ear, his hands sliding over my breasts, tweaking my stiff nipples.
My eyes flutter closed as Lawson moves deeper inside me. I can barely breathe, let alone think — he’s hitting pleasure centers that I’d never dreamed existed, touching nerves I didn’t know I had. It’s so much dirtier than I ever thought I’d be, but I can’t help it.
I love getting fucked in the ass by my boss.
His cock pushes deeper and deeper into me. I’m moaning and whimpering with wild abandon, and even though I barely notice, Kade’s hand is on my face, caressing my lower lip, his fingers sliding through my hair and taking hold.
Suddenly, I feel Lawson’s hips flush against my ass, and I groan even louder as he hilts himself deep in me.
“You like having your tight little ass filled with cock?” he asks. “Does it feel good when I stretch you out, peach?”
I can barely talk, but I manage to gasp out, “Yes.”
“Good,” he grunts.
Lawson pulls his cock back, almost all the way out, and I moan again. Suddenly Kade’s cock is there, in front of my face, and for a moment I wonder how long it’s been there.
Then I stop thinking, reach out, and take it in my hand.
“That’s right, peach,” Kade murmurs as I give him a long hard stroke, my juices still slick on his shaft.
Lawson fills me again, harder this time, and I moan as my vision begins to sparkle white. I had no idea this could feel so dirty and so good, all at once.
Kade’s cock is still bobbing in front of my face, and as Lawson keeps fucking my ass, I open my mouth and swallow Kade. I’ve learned to deep throat them in a single stroke, totally suppressing my gag reflex, and over the sounds of Lawson’s groans I can hear the hitch in Kade’s breath when I do.
It’s almost too much to have them both inside me like this, sharing me. It feels so good I almost can’t bear it, as the wave of pleasure coursing through my body crests again and again.
Lawson fucks me harder, faster, and now Kade’s hand is in my hair, pulling my head back. I swallow him again and again, licking and sucking as he pulls out with each stroke while they move in a perfect rhythm and I moan nonstop.
“God, you’re beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” Kade grunts, his shaft disappearing between my lips. I take him, push him deep, savor the way he groans when I do.
“The only thing I like better than watching you suck my cock is watching you suck my cock while he fucks you in the ass,” he goes on.
I whimper with pleasure just as another wave crests. These two men have somehow flipped a switch inside me, sensitizing my whole body. I couldn’t stop coming, even if I wanted to.
“I’m gonna come, peach,” Lawson groans. His fingers dig into my shoulder, probably leaving bruises, as he fills me as hard and deep as he can. I moan around Kade’s cock, even as I suck his juices off.
“Please,” I whisper. “Come inside me, Lawson.”
He slams into me one last time and I come yet again, my whole body shaking and shuddering with the force of the orgasm, even as I open my mouth and suck Kade down again, savoring the taste of his girth.
I come so hard I’m afraid I’ll pass out, but then I realize Lawson is leaning over me, cock in my ass, groaning and murmuring in my ear.
“So fucking good, peach, so fucking good…”
Suddenly Kade’s cock jerks in my mouth and I swallow him again, taking him down the tight shaft of my throat just as he comes in long, thick spurts, his fingers tight in my hair. I swallow again and again, savoring the feel of both of them coming inside me at once.
After a moment, Kade pulls out. Without missing a beat, he grabs a tissue from a side table and wipes my face off tenderly, finally planting a soft, slow kiss on my lips when he’s done.
Moments later, Lawson pulls out as well and before I can move, he’s wrapped me tight in his strong arms, lifting me. I can barely move, I’m so exhausted, but in a good way.
Lawson carries me to the shower, where he and Kade take turns washing me off so tenderly and gently I can barely believe it. They even wash and condition my hair without me having to ask, and when they’re done, they lift me onto the huge king-sized bed and take turns eating me out.
When they’re both done, I drift off to sleep wedged between them, as blissfully happy as I’ve ever been.
; Chapter Twenty-Six
Lawson
After the incident in the elevator, I know we have to be more careful, as hard as it is. I see the narrow-eyed look that Marissa gives me in the office the day after, and even though I give her the same charming smile as ever, I know it’s a warning.
I know what she saw, even if I can tell she’s not quite sure. After all, we would have to be absolutely crazy to do something like that with an employee.
Let alone at the office.
Let alone where we could be caught.
But that’s the problem: I’m absolutely crazy about Jenna, and I can barely help myself around her.
For a few days we behave ourselves properly. Even though I have to see her almost all day, and even though it drives me up the wall, I don’t push her tight skirt up and taste her the way I want to. I don’t call her into my office so I can bend her over the desk and take her hard, the way I want to.
Instead, I’m reduced to jerking off in a bathroom stall. One day, an extra button on her shirt comes unbuttoned for a few minutes and I can see the tiniest bit of lace froth through the top.
That day, I jerk off twice in the bathroom.
This is what she reduces me to.
A week goes by like that, and I convince myself that we’ll be fine. I know that Kade is every bit as frustrated as I am, even though I also know that we both worked here for years and didn’t have sex at the office once.
I never even wanted to, before Jenna.
It’s only since having her that not doing it has become nearly unbearable.
Document review turns out to be our downfall. We’re shut in a small conference room for hours and hours, just the three of us, and I feel like my nerve endings are peeling away from my body with desperation. Jenna’s wearing a white blouse — buttoned high, this time — and a gray pencil skirt with heels.
There shouldn’t be anything tempting or salacious about her outfit. There are probably five other women in the office wearing nearly the exact same thing, and I didn’t look at any of them twice.
But on Jenna, I can’t stand it. By six o’clock that night I’ve had a hard-on for most of the day and I can’t focus on the sheets of paper in front of me.