The men drove her higher, and on the very brink of shouting stop, she burst wide open. Pleasure flooded her in waves she shouldn’t be able to survive. Her eyes screwed shut, and now her unleashed screams became the only sound echoing around her as two hands belonging to different men pinned her to the desk.
About the time she noticed her scratchy throat, she realized she had dropped from her climax. She discovered Smith had removed his fingers, but Brock squeezed her sex tight. The pressure against her hot flesh eased the deep contractions still vibrating through her.
“Looks like our bet won’t be an issue,” Smith stated.
He looked down at his fingers as he trailed her moisture along her inner thigh, which had never come from her body in such delicious amounts. When he removed his touch, he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked on it.
All she could do was watch him as her satiated body shockingly awakened yet again under the promise of pleasure. More so, under the touch of these men. Brock squatted in front of her and used the flat of his tongue to lick up any evidence of her climax.
By the time he reached her clit, she had become a shivering mess. She craved more of them, of their talents, and of this dirty game. “My turn,” she said, shocked by the huskiness to her voice. “Gentlemen, all your clothes need to go.”
Their answering smirks made her wonder if she’d unleashed demons, but her soul wasn’t up for grabs; they wanted to own her orgasms. With an impressive speed, shoes and socks were toed off, jackets were gone, buttons were flicked open, pants, boxers, and shirts were off, exposing beautiful masculine bodies. Smith had the body of a man who spent hours in the gym. His shoulders were wide, biceps thick, and his squared pecs demanded attention from her hands.
On a deep swallow, she turned to Brock, who had the body of a runner. Thin, trim, and all muscle mass. But the slenderness of his frame made his muscles more defined, sharper, and damn well delectable.
As her attention drifted lower, she noticed their cocks. Brock was long. Smith was thick. And both cocks were aimed toward the ceiling, hard and ready to be buried deep inside her. Lord knows, she had confidence walking through the office doors, undressing in front of them, but now… She had doubts she’d survive her first ménage experience. Maybe even had doubts she’d come out of this not emotionally wanting more. Though the promises of the greatest sex of her life, the intensity in their features, and their robust bodies that exuded strength…
A quiver danced through her. “Bring it on, boys.”
Chapter Three
Brock might’ve been stunned speechless over the woman if he wasn’t hard as a rock and ready to pump into Kyra until she writhed in pleasure. While he found her beautiful and so stunning in her lingerie, the playfulness in her personality, as well as her confidence, did more for his hard cock than her appearance.
When it came to Smith and him, women could be intimidated and usually were. He hadn’t had a past girlfriend who at first wasn’t a little vulnerable around him. Exactly why his relationships never lasted. He liked a woman who could be soft, yet held a confident twinkle her eyes. Even his lovers hadn’t had that spark, which is why they’d remained only lovers.
Kyra showed no hint of nervousness. Brock preferred a woman with a bit of a hard edge, kind, but not too soft. He liked her to be feminine, yet in a room full of men, she held her chin high. Kyra had proved in a matter of minutes she had all those traits. He found her strength and poise more alluring than her spread wide.
However, at her small smile as she pushed off the desk and slid onto her knees, he wondered if she had possibly bewitched him. His muscles tensed as he stared down at her on her knees. She crooked a finger. “Come closer.”
Brock took a step forward, as did Smith next to him. When she wrapped her hand around his shaft, Brock couldn’t restrain his groan. He tossed his head back and a deep rumble rose from his chest.
He forced himself to look at her. Kyra glanced from his cock to Smith’s. Her strokes were slow and light, playful. Brock could only assume she’d fantasized for a long time about having two cocks in her hands. And he liked how she looked when she touched him, determined to pleasure him, but enjoying the ride as much as he was.
She licked her lips before her head lifted, and her eyes had darkened. Christ, this woman loved having more than one cock to enjoy. Not all women did. Brock had seen some women play as if it had interested them. Some felt naughty being stuffed full by two men. But other women needed two men and found contentment and happiness under two hard bodies instead of one.
Kyra was the latter.
His groin tightened as he watched Kyra take Smith’s cock deep into her throat, and Smith moaned. Brock grunted himself as her hold tightened around his shaft and he closed his eyes, relishing in her soft strokes.
When he heard her mouth pop off and release Smith, he snapped his eyes open and equaled Smith’s near growl as she drew his dick past those luscious lips. He watched himself disappear into her mouth, and he enjoyed how her lips, painted with pink lipstick, looked around his cock.
Brushing his hand over her hair, the silky strands danced through his fingers, and he inhaled sharply when she sucked him hard. The scent of her arousal engulfed him, creating a wicked aroma from three hot bodies, all driving his desires higher.
The beautiful view of Kyra only fed fuel to the fire. He couldn’t tell what about her he found so enthralling, only that right now, he stared at perfection. In fact, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Something he definitely hadn’t felt in some time. Not since his high school sweetheart. The same woman who dumped him on his ass when he told her he wanted to have a threesome.
After a long, slow pull on his cock, Kyra released him and grinned. Her gaze flicked from him to Smith as she jerked them off with fluid strokes of her hands. “Two are definitely more fun than one.” With a wicked glint in her eye, she once again devoured Smith, and his loud grunts followed.
Brock might have missed that mouth, if her hand wasn’t equally as talented. Kitten was a multitasker. She had no issues keeping up the sensual strokes on his cock as her head bobbed on Smith.
Hearing the sounds of Smith’s pleasure next to him, Brock couldn’t stop himself from running a finger over her shoulder, needing to touch her. Craving beyond anything he would even dare to control, he yearned to feel the silkiness of her flawless flesh calling to him.
When he trailed his finger against her silky skin, feeling perfection under his touch, she mistook it for an order and moved away from Smith. He shook his head. “Keep on Smith, Kitten.” He hadn’t meant to distract her, but he’d been compelled to put his hand on her body.
Brock couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so motivated to feel a woman more than to merely take pleasure in her. It’d been years since he had anything he’d call a relationship, and he was perfectly content with that decision.
He hadn’t met a woman he could not only trust wasn’t with him for his money, but also accepted his sexual preferences. Yet, he experienced a draw to Kyra, a pull he couldn’t understand, and one forceful enough he wouldn’t run from it.
The sounds of Smith’s harsh inhale snapped him out of his thoughts, and he blinked into focus, watching Kyra release Smith’s cock. She turned her head and devoured Brock’s dick. Her tongue wrapped underneath, her lips slid over his shaft, and he threw his head back with a long groan.
When she moved her tongue around his cockhead, he looked to her, noticing Smith stepping away from her. They had shared enough women that Brock understood Smith’s desire to take things a step further. And well, he also experienced Smith’s urgency; this woman was the most fuckable thing he’d ever seen.
While he moved away from Kyra’s mouth, she remained on her knees, giving him a cute quizzical look. Brock winked before he approached the leather chair near the coffee table as Smith grabbed his pants off the floor and took out his wallet.
Brock smiled, dropping down into the chair, the cool leather easing his overhe
ated skin. With his gaze zeroed in on Kyra, he crooked a finger. “Come to me, kitten.”
A sexy smile curved her mouth as she crawled toward him. For a woman who adamantly rejected BDSM, she didn’t seem to mind some of the light play that went along with the lifestyle. Brock suspected if he pointed out she had crawled to him, she’d bash him down with a lecture, but he knew well enough her mindset was more on sexual exploration.
Kyra had crawled because she knew it’d be sexy.
She was right—it made him burn.
Settling in between Brock’s spread legs, she ran her hands up his thighs with a wicked twinkle in her eyes, when Smith called, “Not kneeling, Kyra, on your feet.”
She glanced over her shoulder, and Brock heard the hitch in her breath. He followed her gaze and noticed Smith putting on a condom, explaining why her hands were trembling against his legs, in what Brock assumed was anticipation mixed with excitement.
Smith applied the condom, and when he approached them, he tossed a foil package, which Brock caught. Kyra turned to Brock and once again swallowed him whole. Continuing to suck him off, she rose to her feet. Brock didn’t wait; he reached up and pulled her bra cups underneath her breasts, letting her spectacular tits hang out.
He loved a naked woman, yet Kyra had gone to the trouble to dress up for them, and he appreciated her lingerie. He had no doubt if she stood, her breasts would look incredible with the lace underneath. Besides, he hoped to draw out their bet tonight.
In fact, he was already thinking of setting up another night.
When Smith settled in behind her, Kyra’s mouth became more urgent on Brock’s cock. Smith placed a hand on her back and angled her hips, placing Brock’s raging hard-on farther into her throat. A groan, deep and low, hummed from his throat.
Every swipe of her lips, feel of her tongue along his shaft, and pressure she set with her hand tightened his muscles. With clenched fists, all he could do was admire the beauty going wild on his cock, her long black hair curtaining his thighs. Her lips tightened, so Brock glanced up to a smirking Smith.
“I like you wet, Kyra,” Smith said.
She inhaled a sharp breath through her nose as Smith fingered her, bringing her into no doubt another mind-blowing orgasm. Though Smith’s smart-ass grin declared his intention was more than to make Kyra wet, he had gotten in the first point.
Dipshit.
Loud moans drifted around Brock as Kyra’s mouth popped off the head of his cock and she rested above him. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted as she trembled against him, clearly suffering the aftershocks of her climax.
Brock looked to Smith and mouthed, Fucker.
Smith inclined his head, his eyes shining in victory.
Brock had to up his game.
Kyra’s long exhale drew him to her. Her eyes were fixed on him, her dark pupils captivating him. Some women looked pretty after they climaxed, but Kyra…a beautiful sunset had nothing on her.
He froze a moment, lost in the depths of her eyes—innocence, compassion, and strength. He read all those qualities within her, and he found himself compelled to be closer to her. Time slowed around him as he brushed his thumb over her cheek.
She leaned into his touch, and then her pretty eyes widened. Brock didn’t have to look at Smith to know he’d pushed his cock inside her. Kyra’s flushed cheeks told him enough, and that look on her topped anything he’d seen so far, making all bets off. Right now, he didn’t give a shit if Smith won; he simply wanted her mouth on his cock.
He slid his hand along her cheek and then tangled his fingers into her hair, guiding her down toward him. Once again, she drew his greedy dick past her lips and sucked, bringing him pure pleasure. He reached down between them and cupped her breasts. He pinched and teased her nipples, and she moved even quicker now. Her lovely moans washing over him.
Brock raised his gaze to the reason for her noise, and Smith fucked her ruthlessly from behind. The hard slaps against her fine ass echoed in the office and hardened Brock’s cock between those amazing lips. His teeth clenched, and his need to be deep inside her erased any patience he possessed.
He brushed his finger over the side of her face, drawing her attention to him, then as he stood, her mouth popped off the tip of his cock. Moving to the side, he put the foil package in his teeth, and as he opened the condom, Smith pulled out of her. He positioned himself in the chair, with his hips resting off the seat, and Kyra straddled him.
Brock glared.
Smith winked before he thrust his hips and pummeled her from underneath. In defeat, Brock took the foil from between his teeth and closed his fist around it. He moved in next to the chair, positioning himself by Kyra. If he wasn’t going to bury himself inside her, he’d definitely take anything he could get.
Oddly enough, the distance bothered him. He liked being close to her. Almost as if the air was just a little bit warmer with her near.
He settled in next to her, and Kyra grabbed his cock. She stroked him in the same rhythm that Smith set, rapid, urgent strokes. The scent of her arousal sped through his nostrils, and he clenched his jaw, watching Smith fuck the woman boneless. Neither Smith nor him were gentle lovers. They had no time for it. Anything they did, they put 100 percent in to, and that extended to a woman’s body.
While Kyra continued to stroke him, Brock nudged on her shoulder to straighten her. In an instant, her tits jutted out, and the image he thought he’d see of her breasts resting atop her bra didn’t compare to the real thing. She had great tits with hard rosy nipples, and a tight body he wanted beneath him.
Smith gripped her hips while he continued to bang her savagely. Brock slid his fingers down the center of her chest, and he loved the feel of her soft skin. He continued to the middle of her bra, slid his hand lower along her toned abdomen until he found her swollen clit. The noises she made entranced him—soft moans, yet sounding rich with desire.
Beneath her, Smith pumped hard, each thrust building in intensity. Brock saw the effect it had on her and that she enjoyed this position. Her screams drew out thicker, raspier, before her eyes screwed shut.
She gripped Brock’s cock tighter as if to carry him along with her, but he wouldn’t come this way. No way in hell. He’d be buried deep inside her when he blew. He pulled her hand off him and placed it on Smith’s chest, while Smith continued to slam into her.
Her scream elongated, and Brock rubbed harder against her clit, swirling faster, until she shouted, “Stop.”
Brock jerked his hand away from her clit, and Smith had her off his cock, standing over him almost in the same instant. A long silence followed, as Smith exchanged a look with Brock. Kyra, with her hands on Smith’s chest, panted.
Smith tangled his fingers in her hair, drawing her head up. He asked in a soft voice, “What’s wrong?”
Kyra gasped, breathless. “You’ve already had me, so now let Brock have a turn. I want you to finish”—she slid her fingers over her mouth—“right here.”
Smith’s eyes searched hers, and Brock stayed silent, knowing Smith hated what she proposed. He didn’t enjoy coming in a woman’s mouth, nor did Brock. Buried deep inside was where they both preferred to finish.
Though Kyra had cornered Smith, hadn’t she?
Brock restrained his chuckle, seeing the fight Smith suffered. Typically, Smith would flip the woman over and fuck her until they both lost themselves in orgasm, but Kyra made it a point to say that she wanted some of the control. He wondered what Smith’s move next would be.
It came only a second later when Smith assisted Kyra off him. He removed the condom, put it in a tissue, then deposited both in the trashcan beside the couch. “All right, we can do this your way.”
Smith settled into the seat again, legs spread wide, and Kyra bent over as she reached for Smith. Her long hair draped over Smith’s thighs as she took his cock into her hands.
When Smith raised his hand to grab her head, she said with a sly grin, “No touching me. Put your hands on the armrests. D
on’t move.”
Smith exchanged a bemused glance with Brock, who chuckled at the bossy woman. Kyra, without any doubt in his mind, held her own against them, and Brock found that endearingly sexy.
Apparently, so did Smith, since he gave her a sly grin. “By all means, darlin’…” He rested his forearms on the armrests. “Please, indulge yourself.”
Brock didn’t wait for an invitation. He wanted to feel Kyra squeezing him to climax. Without hesitation, he opened the condom wrapper and sheathed himself. He settled in behind that sexy round ass, decorated in the garter belt. He rubbed his hand over her fine bottom before he gave her cheek a slap, loving the pinkish color it left.
Each rub against her bottom had Kyra wiggling her hips; every firm grab of her cheek had her arching up into his grip, and every slap against her flesh had her moaning. Unable to wait any longer, Brock placed the head of his cock at her slit, and slammed home.
She threw her head back as he no doubt startled her, but he didn’t give her a chance to recover. He gripped her hips and pumped into her with the intention of spilling himself inside her.
Skin slapped against skin, and their moans all morphed together as she also worked Smith’s cock. Brock held a determination to get one more climax out of her. With that mission playing on his mind, he pressed against her lower back, angled her, and shifted his hips to rub against her G-spot. He cursed Smith, because he looked into Kyra’s eyes while he took her this way, this hard, this raw.
In fact, he wouldn’t stand for it.
He grabbed her hair, then angled her head to the side. “Who’s fucking you now, kitten?”
“You are,” she gasped. “Oh God!”
Locked in her stare, he spotted the heat she experienced from his cock, only his touch. He liked knowing it was him bringing her to this level of arousal. He loved being the reason why her eyes were so rich with desire, so much so he didn’t want it to end.
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