John deepened the kiss, tasting her thoroughly.
Her head spun. Whether it was lack of adequate oxygen or the sensual onslaught, she had no clue. His cock hardened against her, and her insides turned liquid. She curled her hands into his hair at the nape of his neck, loving the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertips.
The sensation of dizziness increased as Simon grasped her hips and turned her away from John to face him. She forced her heavy eyelids open and met his gaze. Flashes of lightning illuminated his features, the raw need there was plain to see. Her breath caught in her throat at the intensity in his expression, but he didn’t make a move. He simply stared at her. And waited.
Pressing upward on her toes, she lifted her lips to his. It only took the tiniest of touches for him to respond to her small kiss. He delved into her mouth and pushed hard against her, trapping her securely between his body and his friend’s. Needing more contact, she canted her hips toward Simon’s, and he thrust against her, the hard ridge of his fabric-covered cock sliding along the silk of her dress. It wasn’t enough. She needed more.
What the hell was she thinking? She was kissing two men. Two men she hadn’t seen in ten years…well, if she didn’t count earlier that day. Two men who were essentially working for her. And in a place where anyone from the wedding gathering could stumble upon them. Of course, the rain that had started falling made that less likely, but still, she shouldn’t be doing this. This was probably the dumbest thing in the history of dumb things. It definitely beat drunk strip-dancing at a frat party. But she couldn’t seem to make herself stop.
John’s hands skimmed over her hips, his fingers skating across her belly, sending tremors of arousal through her. She gripped Simon’s shoulders, her fingers digging into the corded muscles beneath his suit jacket. He thrust against her again, and a fresh rush of moisture coated her folds. God, she wanted them. Both of them. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this aroused. Honestly, she wasn’t sure she’d ever been. And because of that, this had already gone too far.
Forcing herself to break the kiss, she turned to the side and took a huge step backward, nearly tripping over the lounge chairs neatly arranged in the center of the platform. She needed to put some space between her and the guys
“Look,” she said, still breathing heavily. “This is probably a terrible idea.”
“I disagree,” Simon said, his erection straining against the front of his pants.
John nodded. “As do I.”
Catherine shook her head. “You’ve already got the contract.”
“This isn’t about the goddamn contract,” John bit out, his brow furrowed.
She ignored him and continued. “And everything else happened years ago, I believe you when you say it’s buried.”
Simon scowled. “This isn’t about the past, either. This is just about us wanting you. And judging from your reaction, you’re not opposed.”
Sighing, she turned away. It was easier to think when she wasn’t looking at them. “It’s a terrible idea for our working relationship.”
Both men circled around to stand in front of her.
“Fine,” John said. “Give the contract to someone else, then.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What? It’s a multimillion-dollar deal.”
“You’re more important,” Simon said.
“The money’s nice,” John added. “But Simon’s right. You’re more important.”
She felt as if she’d taken a punch to the stomach. Granted, it was probably just a line, but it had been a long, long time since she’d been more important than work. Her father loved her, of course, but work had always come first—followed closely by Bianca. Her mother had loved her and her sister more than anything else, but Catherine couldn’t remember the last time she’d experienced this sensation. She shook her head. It was a nice sentiment, but as much as she’d like it to be true, it wasn’t.
But that didn’t change the fact that she wanted these two.
“Is it so hard to believe that we want you?” John asked.
Actually, it was, but she opted to ignore that question.
“The contract stays as is,” she said.
“What about dating?” Simon asked.
“I don’t date.”
John reached out and brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. “Then what’s this? What are we doing here?”
She looked between the two men. She knew what she wanted to be doing, but she wasn’t sure she dared admit it.
“This is just sex.”
Apparently, she dared. She would have laughed at the surprise on their faces if she hadn’t felt as if she were teetering at the top of the world’s tallest rollercoaster. Her stomach dropped as they each took a step toward her.
Simon recovered first. “If it’s just sex, then what’s the problem?”
Chapter Five
Catherine decided she might live to regret it, but the longer Simon’s words chased around her head, the more she realized he was right. It was just sex, so what was the problem? It wasn’t as if she were going to fall in love with either one of them. And they definitely weren’t going to fall in love with her. This could be a simple, mutual release of tension.
Granted, the idea of two men at once was a little intimidating, but she couldn’t imagine it being any other way with these two. It had been a secret fantasy for as long as she could remember.
“Ground rules,” she choked out. “No strings. Nothing that happens between us affects work. This stays private. And condoms.”
“Done,” Simon said.
“And done,” John echoed as Simon dragged her against his chest.
Desire flared brightly to life as the rain poured down around them, pounding on the roof of the small gazebo. Rain pelted them periodically as the wind shifted, the water chilly against her skin. Simon lifted her glasses from her face and handed them to John. A shiver worked through her as Simon captured her lips. She wasn’t sure if it was the storm or the man, but she was betting the latter as he coaxed her mouth open beneath his. Lifting his head slightly, he trailed a nipping path of kisses down along her neck. John stepped behind her and slowly pulled the tab of her zipper down to her waist.
Cool, wet air caressed her back before he pressed himself tightly against her, his fingertips tracing lines over her rain-damp skin as he reached the shoulder seams of her dress. He dragged the fabric down her arms, exposing her matching blue bra. Reaching around, he cupped her lace-covered mounds and brushed his thumb over her distended nipples.
Her back arched immediately, seeking more of his touch. How long had it been since she’d felt hands on her body that weren’t her own? She had no idea, but she wanted more.
He pinched and plucked at her, rolling the tender flesh between his thumbs and forefingers while she squirmed between the two men. She ground her ass against John’s cock while Simon pressed heated kisses along her collarbones and through the valley of her breasts.
John’s lips brushed over the shell of her ear. “Do you want to see his mouth on your nipples as badly as I do?”
Her breath caught, and she couldn’t manage to do more than whimper.
Slipping his big hands inside the lace cups of her bra, he lifted her breasts free from the fabric as if offering them to Simon. The other man lowered his head and pulled a tight peak into the wet heat of his mouth and sucked. Hard.
Catherine rose to her toes, unable to keep from following the torturous tug and release of his mouth, needing to be closer to him. John pulled her back against him, keeping her pinned tightly to his body. Simon switched sides, while John tormented the neglected nipple, twisting and squeezing it.
She struggled to free her hands from the tangle of fabric and grabbed Simon’s head, pulling him closer, demanding more. Her pussy clenched emptily. She was impossibly close to coming from this scant attention. She writhed between them, grinding her ass against John’s cock. She needed more.
“What is it?” Simon asked
. “What do you need? Tell me what you want.”
“Both of you. Both of you sucking my nipples.”
Before the sound of her voice had faded from the air, they spun her around and pinned her against one of the smooth, wooden posts that held up the roof. Cold rain lashed at her skin, but she didn’t care. Each man grabbed a wrist and held it behind her back while they bent and drew on her nipples. Her back arched, and need coiled deep within her abdomen while they teased her with teeth and tongues, nipping and sucking while she demanded more.
She’d never begged for anything in her life, but these two had her practically pleading for release. Hands tugged at the silk of her skirt, dragging the sodden fabric down her legs until she was left in nothing but her underwear and a bra that no longer covered anything.
Two sets of fingers started at her ankles and skated upward, teasing the ticklish flesh behind her knees before climbing higher to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The coiling need in her middle grew tighter. Her hips tilted forward, seeking their caress, but the men avoided touching her aching cunt. Instead, they traced the edges of her panties while she bit her lip to keep from screaming in frustration.
It didn’t help.
They sucked harder on her nipples, ignoring her demands to touch her.
Finally, John released her wrist and moved to kneel between her spread legs while Simon shifted and pressed her breasts together. He sucked one nipple after another, rapidly alternating between them. Her head lolled against the wood as she strained toward them, reaching for the release that hovered just out of grasp.
John sealed his mouth over her pussy, his warm breath bathing her tender flesh. He pressed the flat of his tongue against her fabric-covered folds, and she broke. The orgasm that had been threatening slammed into her, and her entire body stiffened. She shook with the force of her release, her cry lost in a crash of thunder.
John looked up the length of Catherine’s body. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, and her damp nipples glistened wetly in the intermittent flashes of light brightening the sky. He was sure he’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
Simon leaned over and gently kissed her lips while John slowly dragged her arousal-soaked panties down her legs. Pressing his lips against the soft curve of her hip, he urged her legs apart. He didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but the scent of her excitement had him so stiff it would be a wonder if he didn’t break the zipper in his pants.
Using his thumbs, he parted her silky folds, exposing her heated flesh to his gaze and the occasional raindrops that blew in when the wind shifted. She gasped against the Simon’s mouth when the cold rain hit her. She was so beautifully responsive, it almost made John’s chest ache. He leaned forward and dragged the tip of his tongue along her cleft, loving the way she shuddered beneath his touch. Carefully avoiding her clit, he lapped at her juices, making her squirm and thrust against his mouth. Her flavor burst across his tongue as he devoured her, desperate for more.
She threaded her fingers through his hair with one hand, drawing him more firmly against her body and reached out to tug at Simon’s tie with the other. He loosened it while she went to work on his buttons.
John slipped a finger inside her passage, groaning at the slick snugness surrounding him. Her internal muscles contracted, and she gripped him so tightly it was difficult to move through her grasping channel. If she felt like that around his finger, how would she feel around his cock? His eyes closed as he imagined burying himself inside her.
Her legs trembled almost uncontrollably. He rose and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to one of the low-slung lounge chairs. Sitting down, he adjusted her until she straddled his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs.
He stroked his hands up and down her back and over her ass as he kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. Continuing the kiss, she worked his tie loose and tossed it on the floor, before shoving off his suit coat. His shirt quickly followed while Simon knelt behind her and pressed kisses along her spine, reaching around to stroke her slick pussy.
“Take off your pants,” she demanded, tugging at John’s belt buckle before glancing around toward Simon. “You, too.” The other man stood, and Catherine motioned him closer. “Over here, where I can see you.”
A grin curving his lips, Simon complied while John shoved his own pants down past his hips. Her damp, chilly fingers wrapped around his shaft, sliding up and down his length. He lifted his hips upward, pushing his eager cock into her hand.
She shoved him until he was lying back on the chair. Sliding forward, she rubbed herself against him, her silky cream coating the outside of his shaft. Eyes closed and her lower lip caught between her teeth, she continued to move.
“You should know that if you don’t have a condom, you’re both fired,” she said without opening her eyes.
A plastic packet landed on his stomach. Simon to the rescue.
Catherine snatched it up and tore it open then quickly sheathed John’s cock. Rising up on her knees, she hovered wetly over the head.
Before she could engulf him, he gripped her hips. “You should know something, Cat.”
Her eyes flew open at the sound of the nickname.
“You might be calling the shots, now,” he continued. “But next time, you’re all ours.”
A shiver worked through her. “Who says there’ll be a next time?”
His fingers tightened on her flesh, and he thrust upward, shoving into her willing body and pushing a cry from her throat. “Oh, there’ll definitely be a next time.”
Simon moved to kneel behind her, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him around to stand at her side. John continued thrusting upward from beneath as she balanced with one hand splayed across his chest and wrapped her free hand around the base of Simon’s cock.
Keeping her grip around his shaft, she tugged him closer, close enough to seal her lips around the head of his cock. An agonized sound escaped Simon as she took him deeper. A groan strangled in John’s own throat as he watched Simon wrap Catherine’s hair around his fist and guide her head along his length, her lips stretching around his girth.
John groaned again. The sight was almost enough to make him come, but he closed his eyes, desperate to stifle his reaction. He waited until she found her rhythm with Simon before guiding her up and down the length of his cock. The feeling of her pussy tightly gripping him was almost more than he could take.
The wind and rain still whipped through their shelter, lashing at their skin and heightening every feeling. Every sensation against his flesh, whether it was the storm or Catherine, built on the last one until he knew it be much longer until he exploded within her, but he refused to go over without bringing her first.
John glanced at Simon. He could tell the other man wouldn’t be able to hang on much longer, either. Simon tried to pull free from her grasp, but she refused to let go. He whispered her name as she worked him frantically with her hand and mouth.
Sliding his hand between her thighs, John circled her clit, pushing her arousal higher as she rode him harder and sucked Simon deeper. She was glorious.
The muscles in Simon’s arm strained as he gripped her hair tighter, clearly trying to hold back his release. His hips thrust jerkily as he powered into her. He groaned as he lost the battle between sensation and strength of will, stiffening as he came.
When Catherine finally released him, letting him fall from her lips, John pushed into her harder and faster. Her passage clenched rhythmically around him as she braced both hands against his chest. Cheeks flushed and her hair a wild tangle around her head, she’d never looked more beautiful to him. She gazed down at him, her eyes wide, looking more vulnerable than he’d ever seen her. She might be willing to convince herself this was a no-strings fling, but it wasn’t for him. And he doubted it was for Simon, either. He hoped they’d be able to convince her of that later.
Simon moved to kneel behind her, smoothing his hands over her body. He plac
ed his palm over her belly and dropped kisses along her shoulder. “I can feel him moving inside you.”
Catherine’s eyes drifted shut as the other man continued whispering to her, telling her how beautiful she was, how much they both wanted to make her come.
Simon’s touch drifted lower as he stroked her clit, making her even wetter. A breathless whimper escaped her lips as her head dropped back against his shoulder.
Her hips rolled faster, taking John deeper until he couldn’t hold back any longer. White-hot sensation streaked along his spine to gather at the small of his back before it slammed into his balls and erupted, filling the thin barrier that separated them.
Catherine trembled, shaking as her release washed over her. Her sharp scream was cut off by Simon’s hand over her mouth. That little bit of restraint seemed to excite her further. A fresh rush of juices bathed his cock, and she clamped down so tightly on him, he could barely move.
When she finally stopped shuddering and everyone’s breathing had returned to normal, Simon removed his hand from her face.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” she demanded.
He nodded toward the house, and John craned his neck to look. Despite the storm, a few people had ventured out onto one of the covered balconies.
“Oh,” she said quietly.
The mood in the gazebo suddenly changed.
Catherine climbed off John, and he felt her loss immediately—both her physical warmth and the emotional connection—no matter how tenuous it had been.
“Cat, are you okay?” he asked.
Catherine squinted, scanning the floor for her underwear. John handed her glasses to her and she put them on before snatching up her panties from the floor and tugging them on heedless of how damp they were. She wasn’t sure if it was arousal or rain, but it didn’t really matter. Either way, they were uncomfortable. Although, they weren’t as uncomfortable as the potential of getting caught in the act by any of the wedding guests. Nor as uncomfortable as the atmosphere in the gazebo had suddenly become as everyone hurriedly pulled on their clothes. Disappointment spread through her. She was barely willing to admit it to herself, but she wasn’t ready for this little interlude to be over.
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