Kevin nods, all business. “Tonight, I have something to do. A business dinner that I can’t get out of. Tomorrow night?”
Scott nods. “Works for me.” They both look at me. We are talking about fucking each other, all three of us, like we are trying to schedule a business meeting.
“Tomorrow night works for me, too,” I say.
“We’ll come to your place,” Scott says.
I blink at him. I am struggling to think straight. Blood is pumping to other places in my body, and talking about when and where seems so unimportant right now.
“Mine?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Kevin says. “We still have the investors to keep in mind, and it’s the least likely that paparazzi and the like will be watching there. We don’t need an article about this to leak because we got careless.”
I nod. That makes sense.
“Tomorrow night, then,” I say.
Kevin
Scott comes to my place first on Wednesday evening, before we go to Carly’s place. We go in the same car. Neither of us says much. My thoughts are consumed by what is going to happen, and I assume Scott’s mind is similarly occupied. The mood hangs thick in the air.
I am aroused. I’m so turned on, I can barely breathe around it. I know Scott feels the same. You don’t drive toward a threesome and not think twice about how fucking hard you’re getting.
When I glance at him, he looks deep in thought.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask.
“Tonight,” he says. “It’s finally happening. But I don’t know where she’s at, emotionally.”
I shake my head. “Nowhere we need to worry about. I don’t get the idea that she’s in love with either of us. That’s why she’s so perfect for this.”
Scott nods. “It would be a pity if her working relationship with you was fucked up because of this.”
I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. Soon enough I’ll win that bet and she’ll become VP.”
Scott frowns at me. “You’re that confident?”
I shrug again. I’m not sure if I am that confident or just unattached, if I have to be honest about it. I won’t just fire her if it goes sour. Of course, it will suck, but I can’t put her out on the street once I’m done with her. Carly is a nice person–beautiful, yes, fucking good in bed, too–but she is someone I’ve come to care for in a way. The best way to make all this work is to make sure it doesn’t go wrong.
And if I manage to convince the board to make her our VP…well, that’ll make things easier.
There isn’t more time to talk or think about it. We pull up in front of her apartment and get out. Scott and I are both wearing jeans and t-shirts–easy to get out of–and we both wear cologne. Nothing as sexy as drowning a woman’s senses.
I knock on her front door and Carly opens it. She smiles when she sees us.
“Come in,” she says and stands aside.
I step in first, and Scott follows me. Carly closes the door behind us, and we turn to face her. She looks fantastic. She wears a white sheath dress with ballerina flats, and her hair hangs down her back in a loose braid. She wears just enough makeup to make her dark eyes look bigger and her lips luscious and kissable.
The apartment smells of food.
“I prepared dinner for us,” she says.
“What?” Scott sounds as surprised as I feel.
“I thought it would be a good idea to eat first, have a chat. You know, loosen up a little.”
I smile at her. She is nervous about tonight. I guess I can’t blame her. I’m not nervous. I’m horny, but I understand.
“Besides, we’ll need the energy,” she adds.
Scott laughs.
Carly’s apartment isn’t very large. The dining room table is set up in the far corner of the living room, opposite the door, and she prepares chicken and vegetables for us. We sit down and eat, making small talk. She bought wine as well, and we all sip from long-stemmed glasses. I don’t need alcohol for tonight, but she is drinking to loosen up.
“How are things with your sister?” I ask when we are headed toward the end of dinner.
Carly shrugs. “She’s still in a mood. They don’t usually last this long.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to fix it?” Scott asks.
“Oh, sure. She’ll come around, eventually. She’s just full of shit sometimes, but it’s been the two of us since my dad left.”
She finishes her first glass of wine, and Scott pours her another.
I put my knife and fork together. “Your dad left?” I ask.
Carly nods. “When we were little. I was nine, Emma was seven. We’ve stuck together since then. It’s always been the two of us. At least, it was until she started dating Ron. Now, she has someone else, and it’s just me.”
She shrugs and smiles like it isn’t a big deal, but I get the feeling that it is.
“And you?” I ask. “No prince charming to sweep you off your feet?”
Carly laughs. “Bit late to be asking me that, now, isn’t it?”
Scott and I both chuckle. “I guess it is,” I say.
“No, there isn’t a prince charming,” I say. “Besides, if there were, I wouldn’t be able to have a night like tonight with two handsome studs like you.”
She blushes at her own words, and it’s endearing. Just like that, the conversation moves away from serious things and toward what the rest of the night would hold.
“If you were mine, I’d be worried,” Scott says. “Too many men will want you.”
Carly blushes again. “I already agreed to sleep with you. You don’t have to charm the pants off me.”
I laugh. “That’s not what it’s about,” I say. “I don’t think I’d want to share you, either.”
Her eyes are full of laughter when she looks at the two of us.
“You kind of are,” she says to me. She drinks the rest of her wine a lot faster.
I look at Scott, who shrugs, and we both laugh. It’s true. We are sharing her. But with Scott, it’s different. Scott is my main man. We are tight.
Carly gets up and starts clearing plates. Scott and I both help her by taking something from the table to her little kitchen. She stacks dishes in the sink. Scott glances at me. I know what he is thinking. It’s time to fuck her now. The hunger on his face is apparent. I am hard, too, my cock throbbing in my pants. I want her, and I want her now.
Scott is the one to make the first move. He walks to Carly and turns her toward him so that she lets go of whatever she is holding in the sink. He cups her breast and kisses her. She gasps, and I see him squeeze her through the white material. She melts a little, and I watch them for a moment as my friend massages her breast. His other hand is behind her neck, holding her there as his tongue explores her mouth.
He is taking charge. It’s what she needs.
I walk to them and stand behind her, the same way we’d been in my office during lunch yesterday. I put my hands on her hips and grind my cock against her ass. She moans into Scott’s mouth.
“Come,” Scott says, breaking the kiss and taking her hand.
I take her other hand, and Scott leads us down the short hallway to the main bedroom at the end. When we are in the room, Carly turns to us.
“Stay there,” she says. “No touching.”
She is confident now. The wine has loosened her up just enough, and now that lust has been thrown into the mix, she is all sexual energy.
She reaches for the hem of her dress, crossing her arms and pulling her dress over her in one quick motion. She drops the white material on the floor and stands in front of us, completely naked. She hasn’t worn any underwear at all.
Carly turns around so we can see her ass. She bends over, spreading her legs, showing herself to us.
Scott starts forward.
“Stay there,” Carly says.
I swallow hard. It looks like Scott struggles to obey, but we both stand rooted to the spot and watch as Carly moves forward and crawls onto the bed. The crawl
is deliberately slow, exposing her ass and her pussy to us as she creeps toward the pillows.
When she reaches them, she turns around and lays down on her back. She’d gotten rid of her shoes without me noticing.
Carly spreads her legs and looks me in the eyes before she slides her glance to Scott. I can hear my friend breathing harder. My cock throbs in my pants, aching to be inside of her.
Carly puts her hands on her breasts and massages them, pinching her own nipples, tugging at them. She makes small mewling sounds when she does. Scott is undoing his pants, and he pulls his cock free. He is about as hard as I am, although a little bigger. He is taller than I am.
I turn my eyes back to Carly. Her legs are still wide and her bare pussy glistens, her arousal clear. She tips her head back, her lips parted, and she focuses on her breasts.
I can’t help myself. I unzip my own jeans and pull my dick free, too. Scott is already running his hand up and down his own shaft, stimulating himself. I do the same, palming my own flesh. My eyes are on Carly’s tits, on the way she touches herself.
Carly holds one hand on her breast and slides the other down her stomach, over her pubic mound, her fingers pushing into her slit. She moans when her fingertips brush over her clit. Scott makes a growling sound next to me, and I know his need is just as strong as mine.
“You’re torturing us, kitten,” Scott says in a deep voice. He is so turned on. Kitten. I forgot that’s what he calls his women.
Carly answers him with a gasp. She pushes her fingers into her pussy, and I groan. I pump my own hand slowly, teasing myself as much as she is teasing me.
Her fingers work faster and faster, in and out of her, her own thumb on her clit. She holds her nipple between two fingers and squeezes, crying out. An orgasm rocks through her. I can see her body suddenly contract, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Her eyes squeeze shut as she comes for us at her own hand.
“Holy fucking shit,” Scott bites out through gritted teeth, and he lets go of himself so he can get undressed. He whips off his shirt, pulls down his pants, and in no time at all, he is naked.
I follow suit. I get naked, too. I am still stripping when Scott walks over to Carly. He gets onto the bed, and Carly rises to meet him. It’s like it has been choreographed, like they both know what the other is thinking. Scott kneels on the bed, and Carly moves around to meet his cock with her mouth.
She closes her mouth over his dick, and he groans with a long sigh. She slides her mouth over him, and I want in, too. As if she knows, she stretches her arm toward me, palm open.
I don’t wait to be asked twice. I get onto the bed, too, and grab her hand, guiding her to my cock. Her fingers wrap around my cock. Scott’s hand is behind her head, holding her, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
A moment later, I watch the full size of him pop out, and she moves her head toward me. She reaches for him with her other hand, pumping her hand up and down his slick shaft while her lips close around my own cock.
I sigh the moment my dick enters her hot mouth. She sucks me, pushing her head forward so that I go balls deep. She pushes me all the way in, past her nasal cavity, deep throating me. She isn’t breathing.
One, two, three pumps, and she pulls back far enough to gasp for air. She only takes two breaths before she plunges me back between her lips, and I watch as her head bobs back and forth, fucking me with her mouth.
Carly is still working Scott with her hand. I glance at him, and his face is pure bliss. She swaps positions again, her mouth around his dick and her hand pumping mine. She is changing it up, servicing both of us like a natural, like she has done something like this before.
Fuck. Me.
Scott
This is happening. We are doing this. Carly’s mouth is stretched around my cock, her red lips thin and her dark eyes turned up to look at me. One hand cups my balls, and she squeezes them just enough to push me closer to the edge.
Her other hand is wrapped around Kevin’s cock. Kevin grunts as she jacks him off. The same woman is doing both of us at the same time.
It won’t be long before we are both going to fuck her, and we’ll finally know for sure who’s the one capable of making her moan the loudest. That’s only a side bet, but now it’s the only thing on my mind.
And with someone like Carly? God. She is the hottest piece of ass I’ve seen in a long time, and she is willing to experience new things and wild enough to enjoy it. It is the perfect combination. Women like her–drop dead gorgeous, sexy as hell and willing to break every rule of convention–are very hard to come by.
Or come on. I smile at my own little joke.
I don’t spend more time thinking about my own wit and my ability to pull a woman like Carly. I want to fuck her. I’ve waited long enough.
I pull her by the hair–lightly enough to not be rude about it, but demanding enough that she listens–and her mouth slides off my cock.
“Turn around, kitten,” I say. “And on all fours.”
When she does as I ask, I put my hands on her hips. Kevin stands next to me, watching her present her ass to me without arguing about it.
“That’s my dirty girl,” I say. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Oh, god, please,” she says in a breathy voice. “Both of you.”
I shiver and look at Kevin. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated, lips parted. He is just as turned on as I am.
I run my hands down Carly’s slit.
“She’s so wet,” I tell Kevin.
He swallows hard. I push the tip of my cock against Carly’s entrance, and she holds her breath. When I push into her, she lets out the breath in a long, low moan. Being inside of her is sexual bliss. Her pussy is tight, pulling me in, and I slide in all the way to the hilt.
“You’re my little whore, baby,” I say, stroking my cock in and out of her. I move slowly, watching my thick flesh split her body open and slide in and out, in and out. Kevin’s hand is on his cock, and he pumps his hand up and down, keeping himself in the moment while I fuck Carly.
She moans as I move faster and faster, pumping into her. Her body rocks back and forth.
I look at Kevin. His eyes meet mine, and I nod my head toward her.
Kevin doesn’t need much to understand what I mean. He moves around Carly so that he is at her head, and he stands in front of her by the bed, with his cock protruding. He puts his hand under her chin and lifts her face. Her back arches, her ass pushing toward me. I don’t stop fucking her.
“Open your mouth,” Kevin says.
Carly does what he asks, and he pushes his dick into her mouth. A muffled moan slips out of her mouth, around his cock as Kevin starts thrusting into her. He moves slowly, at first, and I slow my own pace right down. We slide into her slowly, going at the same rhythm. Her body rocks back and forth between us, since she is being penetrated from both sides.
We pick up the pace, moving faster and faster. Kevin keeps his rhythm the same as mine, and we fuck her harder and harder. Carly makes muffled, gurgling sounds around Kevin’s cock as he pushes himself down her throat, only pulling back every few strokes to let her breathe. I fuck her from behind, watching her ass jiggle and her body spasm. She is getting closer.
Kevin glances at me. He knows it, too. We want her to come. Her walls are starting to clamp down around my cock, her body contracting involuntarily as we near her climax. She still makes muffled sounds, and they are becoming louder, more pronounced.
Kevin pulls out for longer periods at a time, letting her gasp and scream as I hammer into her. He pushes himself back into her mouth at intervals, and she almost gags. She is right on the edge. I can feel it. Her body tightens around me, and her gasps become erratic, irregular. Kevin pulls out again, and she cries out, her head tipped up.
I reach around her body and grab one of her breasts, massaging her. I squeeze her hard, fuck her hard, and Kevin pushes his dick into her mouth again. It is rough, and we are having our way with her. Judging by her cries, she is enjoyi
ng it.
She topples over the edge, and Kevin pulls back enough to let her breathe without him leaving her mouth. She gasps and moans around the thick flesh in her mouth, her pussy clamping down around me as she comes. She convulses around me, her body shivering in waves. Kevin slides out of her mouth to let her enjoy the ride, and Carly drops her head. Her dark braid falls down the side of her neck, and she breathes hard.
Her body is still going, pulsating, spasming. When she finally quiets, I pull out of her.
My cock is still thick, hard, throbbing, but we aren’t done yet.
Kevin crawls toward her on the bed and pulls her against him. She leans against him. He runs his hand over her body, holding her against him with his other arm. His hand finds her tits, and he caresses her, squeezing, massaging. She moans and whimpers. He takes her nipple between his fingers and rolls it. Watching him caress her, working her up again, makes me want to be back inside of her.
I wrap my fingers around my own cock. I am slippery now with our combined sex, and my hand slides up and down my dick.
I watch as Kevin leans forward, guiding Carly onto her back. Her thighs fall open for him, and he positions himself between her legs. He pushes into her without ceremony, and she cries out.
Kevin doesn’t waste any time. He starts pounding into her, fucking her hard. She cries out, her breath forced from her lungs with every stroke by his weight on top of her. His face is right above hers, so close they can kiss, but he doesn’t kiss her. He braces himself with his elbows on both sides of her head and slides his cock in and out of her.
She gasps and moans. I stroke my cock, watching them get it on. Kevin has a different way of fucking than I do–his is more sensual, rather than straight up fucking. We make a good team.
He looks up just as I thought it. A smile plays on his lips. He is loving this just as much as I am.
Kevin pushes his hands into Carly’s hair and closes his fist, gripping her. She gasps. He tips her head back, exposing the clean line of her neck. Kevin dips his head and puts his mouth in her neck. He nips the skin with his teeth, just enough to make her squirm, before he closes his lips on her skin and sucks. He doesn’t spend too much time on one spot. If he did, he would leave marks on her pristine skin, and that would be hard to explain away in the office.
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