by Cathryn Fox
Beside her, Dylan stroked himself, too, watching Evan as Evan brushed the head of his cock between her lower lips.
She groaned at the feel of the fullness of him there, the pressure against her.
He worked the broad head just inside her, tantalized, teased. She moaned, her channel clenching, wanting him inside her.
“Damn you’re tight, Lily, so sweet, so tight,” Evan said, his eyes half closed with pleasure. “I can feel you suck at me. Wait until you feel this, Dylan. God this is good.”
As he worked his shaft around in her, Evan watched her. With no other choice she clung to the table with both hands, braced herself, her hair in a glorious tangle around her face, her shoulders. Her soft lips were parted, her eyelids fluttered, the tips of her breasts were blushed and rosy, they rose and fell as she panted, writhed beneath him.
He’d waited so long for this.
In one swift move, he impaled her on him, drove his shaft hard and deep inside the tight, slick depths of her, all the way up until he could feel her womb brush against the head of his cock, his hands tight on her hips.
She cried out, her hips bucked as her pussy clenched around him. Holding her, holding himself deep, he worked his cock inside her.
“So fucking hot, so tight and so wet,” he ground out. “Damn, Lily, you feel incredible.”
Watching Evan had Dylan as hard as a rock. This was what he loved, watching Evan’s long thick rod disappear inside her, seeing their bodies fuse, Evan’s tanned skin so dark against Lily’s whiteness, their muscles flexing as Evan thrust inside her.
He desperately needed a little relief himself.
“Lily,” he said.
Her head turned, her dazed eyes looked at him, struggled to focus.
Making sure she saw the movement, he reached for the bottle of still warm sauce, drizzled it over the head of his cock. He brushed it against her lips, pushed a little. Her tongue slipped over the crown. To his astonishment her lips parted and his cock slid between them.
He moaned with pleasure at the sight, and again when she sucked almost frantically as Evan drove his dick into her. Finding his rhythm Evan fucked her hard, in deep, long strokes that drove a cry, and then moans of pure pleasure from her.
Tangling his hands in her hair, Dylan clung lightly, guiding her mouth over him, watching as his cock disappear between those pretty lips.
He looked up at Evan’s groan to see him watching, too.
“Damn,” Dylan said, watching Evan’s cock slide into Lily’s pussy, his own cock slip in and out of her mouth. “I think this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done or seen.”
It was the hottest thing Evan had ever done or seen, too, but he knew if he didn’t pull out, he was going to come and he didn’t want to do that yet, no matter how hard he was.
“Do you want some of this?” he asked, pulling out with a groan. “I don’t want to come yet, but if I stay here, I will.”
“God, yes,” Dylan said, as much as he hated pulling out of her hot wet mouth. Bending over, he kissed her gently. “Damn you’re sweet, Lily.”
Lily moaned as she felt Evan leave her, Dylan’s words sending a thrill through her.
It was hotter than she’d ever imagined sex could be, all of it, and Evan’s cock had felt better than she’d ever dreamed when it thrust inside her, stretched her. Each stroke had filled her more completely than any man ever had.
Then Dylan’s cock slid smoothly up inside her in one long deep thrust and she cried out. Her pussy clenched around the thick invasion and her back arched as she clung to the table.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” he growled.
She couldn’t exactly tell him that no man could compare to Evan, except him, and so there hadn’t been anyone in a very long time.
The instant Dylan thrust inside her, her thighs spread to accommodate him, and he sank deep into the sweet, hot depths of her.
For a minute, he had to hold there or he would have come as her slick inner muscles clenched tightly around him.
“God that’s good,” he said. “Damn.”
He savored the sensation of her body as it trembled beneath his, her muscles clenched around his thick rod buried deep inside her, all the way to his balls. He could feel the top of her pussy as he worked himself inside her. She bucked, whimpering, her hips moving, desperate to be fucked.
“Lily.”
Evan’s voice.
With an effort Lily opened her eyes, nearly mewling with the need to come.
Evan was washing his cock, using the water she’d set aside to rinse off the utensils. His hands slipped and slid over his thick member.
“Will you suck me too?” he asked, reaching for one of the warmed bottles.
Her mouth watered as he drizzled warm raspberry sauce over his twitching shaft. The thought of the taste of the sauce on him sent a shiver through her.
Evan nearly lost it when her lips parted, took his cock in hungrily. For a minute he struggled for control, then thrust deep, felt her throat work at the head of him and his hands locked as she quivered. Deliberately, he forced himself to pull back, no matter how good it felt. Then she sucked him and he groaned.
She moaned and the vibration of it nearly made him come.
Evan looked up to see Dylan fucking her slowly and steadily, going deep into her pussy with each thrust even as he himself fucked her soft, wet mouth.
It was nearly more than he could take.
“Dylan,” Evan said, his control shredding.
With a nod, Dylan pulled out, to Lily’s cry of dismay, and stepped back.
“One day I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours until I come,” Evan said softly, a promise to her as he walked around the table. “But not this time. This time, this first time I want to come in that tight sweet pussy, I want to fuck you until you scream.”
Startled, Lily opened her eyes, looked at him just in time, as he rammed his cock deep inside her.
As promised, she screamed, a cry of sheer pleasure as he drove up into her, fucked her hard and deep, his cock swelling inside her. Thickening, his throbbing shaft plunged into her as he deliberately sought all the sweet spots inside her. When he found the right spot her hips lifted, pumping madly, begging for release.
Her body closed tightly around him, gloved him, stroked him.
Control snapped. Evan grabbed the edge of the table to add power to each thrust as he pounded into her. She writhed beneath him, crying out, calling his name, clutching the edges of the table to brace herself to take him.
Lily had never been fucked so hard and deep before. Evan’s cock pulsed inside her. She nearly wept with the pleasure of it and tried to take him deeper, shifted her hips as he hammered into her.
He groaned, ground his throbbing member inside her. She cried out again as he came, as he slammed against her, held himself there as his hot cum burst inside her, filled her, his hips locked tightly against hers.
From beneath her eyelashes she could see him, so beautiful, every glorious muscle taut as pleasure moved through him. His hips thrust with each spurt of his cum into her.
Her back arched. She trembled with need, she was so close to the edge. To her dismay, he pulled out, stepped away to collapse in the chair next to the table.
She cried out to find herself empty, but then another hard, thick cock slammed up inside her. Pleasure streaked through her as her orgasm locked around Dylan’s thick shaft. She nearly wept then with intense pleasure as it drove deep, rammed hard then harder as she shuddered. Her hips lifted frantically. Her hands scrabbled at the table, clung.
Nearly delirious with the pleasure of her sweet, tight pussy gloved around him, for Dylan it was an incredible sight to see, Lily’s head tossing, her hands locked on the table as he fucked her.
Then Evan slipped a hand between them as Dylan drove his pulsing shaft deep inside that close velvety warmth.
Evan’s nimble fingers found Lily’s clit, stroked it as his other hand stroked her hair.
She
wailed, arched beneath him, went wild, quivering, her pussy clenching around Dylan’s cock. Her inner walls stroked him, milked him as she came. It was incredible. Nothing had felt as good as this.
Dylan came with a shout, slammed his cock deep inside her as his cum jetted in thick spurts and he emptied into her.
Bracing himself on one arm was the only thing that kept him from collapsing on top of her.
“Damn,” he whispered. “I can’t move.”
He chuckled ruefully, kissed Lily’s forehead. Warmth of a different kind moved through her.
Evan caught her hand, lifted it to kiss the back. Something inside her loosened, her heart eased at the gesture.
“Now what?” he asked.
Lily looked up, feeling Dylan still inside her, Evan beside her.
“Apartment. Upstairs. Mine.”
Almost bewildered she looked at Evan, still amazed he was even here, and then she looked at Dylan.
This had to be a dream, a sweet erotic dream. It couldn’t be real.
Chapter Four
If it had been a dream it wasn’t over by morning. Lily woke slowly, languorously, in her own bed, her body aching with delicious use, sandwiched warmly between two hard male bodies, their limbs tangled with and around her. Part of her wondered how she’d gotten there, but she vaguely remembered muttering something about her apartment upstairs.
She opened her eyes to find Evan Taylor lying next to her. That was something she’d never dared allow herself to dream. Lifting a hand, she touched one marvelously sculpted cheekbone, traced it. Definitely not imagination.
“Real,” she whispered.
His eyes opened.
Reaching out, he returned the gesture, his eyes on hers before he touched his lips to hers. Something inside her that had long lain dormant stirred.
Behind her, she felt Dylan’s arm slip around her waist, tighten so he could pull himself closer. His lengthening cock slid between her thighs.
Still sleepy and a little groggy, she looked at Evan in wonder. Disbelief. Looked over her shoulder at Dylan.
“This is real?”
Evan smiled, kissed her. “Does it feel real?”
The lips against hers were warm, firm. His hand slid over her shoulder and down to toy with her breast, tease her nipple.
She looked at him, smiled in return. “That mouth of yours should be illegal. So should your fingers.”
His smile widened into a grin.
Dylan’s lips moved over her ear. “How about this? Does this feel real?”
His hard shaft slid into her pussy in one long slow push.
Evan watched her eyes widen as her lips parted on soft groan and he smiled, having a pretty good guess what Dylan had done.
He was sporting some pretty impressive morning wood himself, especially when waking up to the soft sweet scent of Lily.
“Yes,” she said in answer, her voice thick as Dylan’s cock drove deeper.
Evan’s hand slid down to her hip, held her in place as Dylan thrust. Her eyelids fluttered as pleasure washed through her. His mouth covered hers as Dylan fucked her in slow steady strokes.
“Damn, you are sweet, Lily,” Dylan groaned softly, working his cock inside her. “I truly do love fucking you. You are one fine ride.”
Evan’s hand slipped lower on her hip as he shifted down. That wicked mouth brushed over her nipple. He nipped it and she yelped.
Dylan’s cock thickened inside her as her body tightened in reaction.
Reaching between them Evan found her clit, drew the moisture up from where their bodies were joined and used it as lubricant. He swirled his finger over her tender nub.
“But,” he said, “you still haven’t told us whether you’re going to come to work for me. For us.”
Eyelids fluttering, Lily groaned.
“Say yes, Lily,” Evan said, licking at her nipple.
Moaning, Lily protested, “That’s not fair.”
Evan sucked that tender tip into his mouth, suckled hard as Dylan thrust steadily inside her. Dylan’s fingers tantalized her clit until she whimpered, nearly wailed.
“Who said we fight fair?” he asked, holding her on the edge, her pussy clenching around his cock, “No, this isn’t fair, but we want you, and we don’t fight fair.”
Once more Evan nipped at her nipple, and pleasure-pain streaked to her core.
“Say yes, Lily,” he said, and nibbled.
Quivering nearly uncontrollably, she moaned.
“Lily,” Evan said, insistently, and caught her stiff nub between his teeth, tugged on it.
Pleasure blinded her, pooled in her belly, her muscles drew tighter and tighter. She was going to lose her mind. Within her, Dylan swelled as his hips drove against her from behind. His mouth closed on her shoulder, teeth scraped.
Evan teased.
“Yes, oh God, please yes,” she cried.
As Evan suckled hard, Dylan thrust deep inside her. With a cry as he came, his fingers tightening reflexively on Lily’s clit. She jolted, cried out, even as he pulled out of her to flop on his back next to her.
In the next moment, Evan flipped her onto her belly and mounted her, driving his hard thick shaft inside her. He rode her hard and fast, almost brutally, one hand on her shoulder, driving her hips deep into the mattress with each thrust. She loved it. Her orgasm closed around him as he hammered against the very top of her pussy.
He collapsed on top of her, breathless, kissed her shoulder, her cheek before he curled against her side.
Rolling onto his side beside her, Dylan kissed her, too, brushed her disheveled hair back from her face tenderly.
“I’m going to hold you to that ‘yes’, you know,” he said, with a grin.
She opened one eye, looked at him, smiled a little. “This is coercion, you know.”
He chuckled. “All’s fair. You want to protest? We can coerce you a little more. As often as you like until you agree.”
“Hmmmm,” she said, her grin widening. “All right.”
“Good, I have the contract with me,” he said, rolled off the bed and went downstairs, naked, to the briefcase he’d left beside the door.
She laughed. She should have known.
She was glad it was morning and the restaurant was still closed, although the female staff and customers wouldn’t have minded seeing a naked Dylan one bit, admiring his fine tight ass herself as he disappeared down the stairs.
Even so she hadn’t committed to anything. Yet. Not until she signed on the bottom line.
TV. Evan’s television show. The ratings might have dropped a little, but it was still one of the most watched TV shows on cable. Who didn’t want to do TV?
Evan tugged her on top of him, settled her over his long body, her legs tangled with his.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, his eyes serious.
Damn, those eyes were incredible.
It was the chance of a lifetime, if the contract was everything Dylan promised.
Juan was her sous chef and an excellent chef in his own right. Although her cuisine had been mostly French and Italian he’d added a Spanish flair with his heavenly paellas. She knew she could leave her baby, her restaurant, safe in his capable hands.
And, looking into Evan’s blue eyes, it was also a second chance with him.
She heard Dylan’s feet on the stairs. It was a chance, a gamble, with both of them.
Resting her chin on her hands, both of them on top of his muscled chest, she said, simply, “Yes.”
For a second she hesitated and then asked, “What about you?”
There were no promises between them, not yet. She wouldn’t hold him to anything he didn’t want.
Reaching up, Evan brushed her tangled hair back from her face. His craggy face softened and he smiled a little.
“I can’t promise not to shout at you.”
She laughed. “Fair enough. I won’t promise not to shout back.”
His chuckle rumbled through her.
“Good, because I probably won’t,” he said, and smiled wryly. “So, yes, it’s what I want.”
She loved his smile, rare as it was, she always had. It changed his face completely, softened the harsh lines, turned him from dangerous wolf into mischievous man. Looking at that smile, you had to smile back. So she did.
In one movement he rolled her onto her back, looked down into her face, brushed her hair back with his palms and kissed her softly.
“Yes,” he said, “it’s very much what I want.”
Chapter Five
The other passengers were standing, pulling their luggage from the overhead compartments. Lily waited for the crowd to thin, but she’d no sooner turned on her cell phone when it rang. The whole flight she’d fought second thoughts, doubts and fears, despite the fact Evan and Dylan had spent the entire second day convincing her, very thoroughly, that they were very certain they wanted her to do this.
Her stomach was aflutter with butterflies.
It was a great opportunity. They’d said they wanted her to come. She would be out of debt. She kept reminding herself of that.
They wanted her to start immediately, but there had been arrangements that needed to be made on both ends. Lily had promoted Juan into the head chef position at Callaghan’s and given him the power to choose his own replacement as sous chef. He would be the one who needed to work with them, not her.
A part of her was afraid Evan and Dylan would’ve had second thoughts. Or it had all been a very detailed dream, although parts of her knew vividly it hadn’t.
She looked at the display on her phone. Evan.
Her heart was in her throat.
There were five other calls from him, all within the last ten minutes, around the time her plane landed.
Taking a quick breath, she flipped the phone open. “Evan?”
“Lily.”
There was relief in his voice.
A matching relief flooded her at the sound of it.
“First,” he said, and she could hear concern, frustration, and anger underlying the relief, “Understand we wanted to be there to meet you at the airport, but there was a last minute request for a table for twenty. My people took the reservation before I could tell them not to. Not on your first night.”