She stepped off the couch and approached both men. Marcus and Simon stopped what they were doing and welcomed her. And almost instinctively, the three came close and shared a kiss.
Three pairs of lips and the three sets of tongues collided upon each other. It became hard to tell who was who as the three of them savored the way their tongues locked.
Teresa grabbed both their cocks. They were so different from each other, yet the same in the way they throbbed as pre-cum dripped.
She pulled away from the kiss and got down on her knees. Teresa would have been lying if she didn't admit that at that moment, she felt like the luckiest girl in the world. She looked up at them as she continued to stroke them both, gazing into their eyes.
She opened her mouth and gave Marcus’ cock a much-needed lick. He quivered at her at the touch and lost himself in Simon's kiss. She took the head into her mouth and sucked, still paying close attention to the way she stroked Simon off. She wanted to make them both feel good.
Teresa slowly pulled away from Marcus cock and began work on Simon, sucking the head right away as she stroked Marcus off. With all the pre-cum and saliva, it was easy to give him the kind of stroking she knew he liked.
She pulled Simon's cock out of her mouth and brought both cocks together and soon began to stroke them both off in one hand. Simon and Marcus released their kiss and pulled Teresa up to meet them once more.
At the same time, Marcus and Simon invaded her body with kisses. Marcus took her lips, moving her now towards the bedroom as Simon kept behind, decorating kisses all over the back of Teresa's neck, working his way down to her shoulders.
They took to the bed and kept Teresa as the center of attention. Marcus and Simon traded places; Simon taking control of her lips as Marcus positioned himself between her legs. Simon and Teresa's tongues coiled as he played with both of her breasts, kneading them hard as both his hands tugged and squeezed her nipples.
After a few short, yet savory kisses all over her thigh, Marcus started to suck her clit. There was no need to beat around the bush; she was soaked. Teresa drowned in all the sensations that went all over her body—lips, hands, fingers that touched her everywhere, exposing her to the whim of their desires. She felt safe to let herself go completely.
Marcus' cock twitched; it pulsated in a passionate urge. He could feel it. He wanted in. He withdrew his hold from her pussy and a moment later, he shoved his cock into her tight, dripping cunt and started to fuck her.
Teresa's eyes were closed; one moment the sucking stopped and the next, his cock was inside her. The sudden change of sensations sent a jolt all over her body. Teresa let out a long moan as she threw both her hands into the mattress and her fingers dug into the sheets. She had never been fucked this hard in her life!
Simon leaned upwards and kissed Marcus again. This wasn't Simon's first time with another man. He was aware of the way men looked at him and didn't mind taking advantage of the advances when it came from a worthy man.
Simon was aware that this was Marcus' first time. Earlier in the evening, long before Teresa came home, Marcus had confessed to him that he often fantasized about the touch of another man more than we wanted to. And as such, Simon wanted to give him a good time and show him what a real man could do.
He held Marcus by the neck as he pulled away from the kiss. He worked behind Marcus now as his hand slid down the billionaire's firm, smooth backside. He cupped his toned buttocks and gave it a slap.
Marcus let out a moan, he too lost in all the sensations that were sweeping all over his body. Simon stood back and stroked himself for a moment, allowing his pre-cum to collect all over his fingers.
He moved close to Marcus and spread his cheeks apart. He licked his thumb and a moment later, he pushed it against Marcus' tight hole. Slowly, he pushed his finger inside, fucking him gently as he got the billionaire used to the sensations.
It was different from anything Marcus was used to, but he just loved the contrast between the sexes before him; pleasure and pain, it just went together so perfectly well.
He continued to fuck Teresa, curling her beneath him now that her legs dangled off both his shoulders. He was in the perfect position for Simon.
He pulled his thumb out of Marcus's ass and then slid his index finger inside a moment later. For Marcus, it was an intrusive sensation that took a little while to get used to. But there was no denying that he liked it. Once Simon knew Marcus was comfortable, he pulled his finger out and assumed the position.
Marcus felt the tip of Simon's cock press up against his quivering bottom. He was momentarily mortified, but the sensations were just too great for him to ignore.
He knew it was going to hurt, but he wanted it. Simon started slow, but once he felt the head of his hard cock perfectly inside, he pushed forward and thrust every inch of himself into Marcus' tight ass.
Marcus moaned.
Teresa opened her eyes and saw the change in Marcus' expression as Simon penetrated him. She was held down by the weight of two strong men, contained by the natural violence of their union. She loved it.
Marcus grabbed Teresa's hand and held her, pinning her lower as Simon's thrusts guided his, fucking him as he fucked her. Simon was giving the couple what they wanted: a fresh and even start.
Simon struck Marcus in the ass and grabbed his hair as he shoved his cock further into him. The pulsations, both inside and out, were all too much for Marcus to bear; he knew it was going to happen, but he was held in a perpetual state of pre-orgasm.
Teresa buckled her hips and thrusted upwards, feeling her orgasm on the verge of burning right through her. She let out a moan and not a moment later, her orgasm erupted. Her pussy swelled so tightly around Marcus' cock that she felt the pop of his orgasm as he let out a final moan, deep and long.
Simon picked up the pace, thrusting even harder into Marcus now as he felt his own orgasm break through; filling Marcus with his seed as Marcus spilled his into Teresa's sore, yet satisfied cunt.
They had cum in perfect succession and it left all three of them feeling absolutely exhausted.
Marcus was the first, collapsing into Teresa as his cock slipped out of her pussy. Teresa took him into her arms and received him. Simon tumbled down next, a pop resounding as he pulled his cock out of Marcus' ass. He fell between the two of them and within moments, the mountain of tangled bodies fell fast asleep.
*****
Teresa didn't know what time it was, but with the way the sky looked outside her window, she knew that it was somewhere close to sunrise. It was a beautiful view. The dark blue of the evening gave way to a gentle shade of pale pink as streaks of sunlight broke through whatever was left of the night, capping off the blue with a touch of magenta.
Simon left. She didn't even notice he was gone until she woke up.
Teresa closed her eyes and turned over sideways, getting herself comfy as she positioned her head above the pillow.
"Hey," Marcus said. "You're awake."
Marcus rolled over to her side of the bed and wrapped his arm around her. He kissed her on the shoulder and held her tight.
Teresa held his arms and snuggled herself into his body.
Marcus kissed her softly and said, "We got through it."
"We did," Teresa whispered as she kissed his arm.
For whatever it was, Marcus and Teresa were finally even. In fact, they hadn't been this even in a long time. Simon made good on his word; he made things right.
He made things perfectly right.
*****
THE END
Sweet Release
MACY
I sorted through the few, remaining memos on my desk, searching for some work to help pass the time. Coming up empty, I sighed. Yet another to-do list completed before lunch. Yet another glaringly obvious sign that I was overqualified for this position.
Not a huge surprise, though. I’d figured as much when I applied for the job six months ago but at the time it was more about getting back on my feet t
han finding something perfectly suited. I’d left perfect far behind in my old life. Perfect wasn’t all it cracked up to be.
I was always expected to be the smart daughter, the loyal girlfriend, the dependable employee. But, little by little, things unraveled until I found myself here in this glorified secretary position, thanking the universe for my foresight to cushion my savings account while things were still good. Though at the time it was a nest egg for a house or a new car. I’d never expected my life to take such a sharp detour.
And I’d never expected someone like Brenn Michaels to be into someone like me.
But he was.
I could tell by the way he watched me from his open door while I bustled around in the outer office. I could tell by the way he leaned in close over my shoulder while going over his daily schedule. I could definitely tell by the way his eyes would drift over my body. And if there was any question left in my mind, then that time in the boardroom sealed the deal.
And a few months ago when I found out I was pregnant, it wasn’t the deal breaker I was expecting it to be. I assumed once I started to show and my body started changing he would back off and we’d morph back into a mostly professional, albeit awkward, relationship again.
Not the case.
The bump could no longer be hidden under an extra layer, but Brenn’s interest hadn’t waned. Not yet, anyways. Just the opposite; he seemed drawn to my new curves. His mouth no longer nibbled at my tits, but feasted.
And I tried my best to ignore the way his hands floated, lingered, over my stomach. I resisted the urge to flinch away from his attention, not yet accustomed myself with the unfamiliarity of my own body. If he noticed my hesitation, he was good at hiding it.
I’d spent a lot of time, too much time, wondering why someone like Brenn would be interested in me and my baggage. He’s smart enough to run this business, which from everything I knew was successful. He’s able to speak in full and complete sentences around a woman. And good god, he’s handsome and definitely knows his way around a vagina, so no problems there.
Why in the hell he was with a woman who, after learning her boyfriend was a cheater and her parents would rather see her married than happy, quit her well-paying job as a nurse, packed as much as she could into her tiny car, and ran, was beyond me.
And really, at this point in my life where I’d made so many bad decisions, Brenn hardly seemed like the worst thing. Even if I didn’t fully understand his interest in me, I trusted him and that wasn’t something I could say about many people. I would take his cute, tailored-suit-clad ass for as long as he’d have me.
And not because I loved him. Not at all. Because admitting that would be one of the worst decisions I could make. A one-way ticket to disaster. Six months in and one baby on the way was the absolute wrong time to explore those thoughts.
My stomach rumbled, a jack hammer pounding against me, jumbling my thoughts, and I looked at the clock. Lunch time.
Brenn’s door was closed. The little light on my phone indicating he was still talking to Mr. Merrell. I leaned back in my chair to peer through the glass transom that bordered his office door. His brow was etched in thought, hand rubbing the back of his neck.
His serious face. Shaking his head and talking into the phone, brows pushed together, I could hear the tone of his voice in my head, the deep rumble as he bit out commands and I felt a hunger for something much better than anything the cafeteria had to offer.
Yep. Definitely not smitten.
My body ached like some kind of Pavlovian conditioning. Noon on the clock signaled a locked door and an hour of privacy with Brenn. I glanced again at that light on my phone and cursed these damn hormones for making me ache for him. Shameless.
My stomach rumbled again and I sighed, resigning myself to the fact that the baby was going to win this round. I closed my eyes and practiced a few, deep breaths to stymie the throb that pulsed between my legs before grabbing my purse and heading down to the cafeteria.
Brenn’s company, which he co-owned and ran the day to day, held two floors in the building. The remaining floors were owned by other companies with a shared, independently owned cafeteria in the middle. This job was miles from working at the hospitals and clinics I was used to, but cafeteria food remained the same.
Stepping through the doors, I scanned the message board for today’s menu and groaned at the all too familiar sensation. How can soup make me nauseous? Grabbing a dinner roll, an apple juice, and a couple packets of individually packaged cheese, I turned to find a table.
From the far end of the room an arm shot up and I moved toward the friendly face.
“I haven’t seen you in the cafeteria in weeks. I was beginning to wonder if I should call in a search party.” My friend Alison smiled at me from across the table.
I’d met Alison my first day here. Though she worked a few floors above me for an investment firm, she seemed to know the gossip throughout the whole building. An invaluable ally turned great friend when I needed one the most. Seeing her was my second favorite time of the day.
“Sorry,” I said around a mouthful of bread. “Busy with work.”
“I call bullshit, but I’ll let it slide. Only because it looks like you might eat me if I disagree with you,” she said, eyeing my random collection of food and the mouthful I was working on.
I swallowed and cracked my juice before answering her. “Ugh, I know. I can’t help it, though. It’s like my body has a mind of its own.”
“Now if you would have told me you’d been busy getting ready for that impending mind-of-its-own, I would have believed you.”
I cringed. Truth was I hadn’t done much to prepare myself yet. And it wasn’t like I could put it off. It was happening. It was easy to forget what was coming at first, but now, with my first pair of maternity pants sitting in my closet and a pint of cherry-chocolate ice cream calling my name from the dessert fridge, there was little room for me to be procrastinating anymore.
“I wish that were the case,” I said, unwrapping a piece of cheese.
“Why don’t we head to that cute, little boutique over on Monroe this weekend? Might get you in the spirit of things.”
I shook my head. “I can’t this weekend. It’s the Stakeholders Gala on Saturday.”
“What about Sunday, then?”
“I’ll be running around all day today and into the night Saturday for the Gala, so I’m thinking that Sunday will be filled with my new favorite hobby: sleeping.”
“I don’t know much about babies and I can appreciate the minimalist approach, but I think at the very least you’ll have to find a place for it to sleep. And I’m guessing there are other things out there that are considered necessities.”
“You’re probably right. I should read a book or something. I just can’t seem to find the time. Or energy.” I reached for another piece of cheese and frowned when I realized there were only wrappers left. I balled them up and tossed them onto Alison’s tray. I leaned back in my chair and shook my head. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Maybe it’s that nice piece of distraction that’s looking at you like you’re the last pork chop in the buffet.” Alison motioned behind me with her carrot stick.
I followed her eyes to the door where Brenn was standing, looking amazing in his charcoal suit, and every bit as hungry as I felt. The fact that he couldn’t wait for me to get back upstairs echoed my own urgency. My body warmed under his gaze even from across the busy room and I stamped my foot against the hitch in my breath, against the flutter I felt when our eyes met.
Shit. I definitely, absolutely wasn’t in love with Brenn Michaels.
BRENN
I watched her stand, leaving behind her food and her friend. I could read the desire in the half-hooded look in her eyes, the way they never left mine.
“Ms. Sinclair,” I said by way of a greeting.
She simply nodded, but her smile gave her away. She loved playing the employee to my boss, the taboo of it, though it was a f
arce at this point. Something that got us both off in the beginning, now was just a reminder of how far we’d come.
We’d moved so far from those little games and denials that it seemed like forever ago that we were just messing around behind my locked door. I think we were both surprised that things had progressed from that.
Truth was I was tired of playing games. I wanted something real, permanent. Something I never had before. I would give Macy anything, but she steadfastly held onto that wall, determined not to sacrifice her whole self to me. I could see that wall wavering, but my stubborn girl held tight anyways.
We walked in silence, and I could sense her anticipation. We had made it to the elevators and the doors closed us into an unusually empty car. She was playing with the bracelet at her slender wrist, waiting for me to make a move.
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