Desk Job (London Menage Book 2)

by Lily Harlem

  “Up there.” I nodded to my right. “Then left at the end.”

  We walked quickly, Tristan holding my hand. I wanted to reach for Andre’s too, but didn’t. What would people think?

  Andre set his hand against the small of my back, the heat of his palm penetrating my silky blouse.

  It felt nice, as if I were connected to him as well.

  As we approached my building I wondered what the system would be. Would Tristan and I have alone time in my bedroom then Andre switch places with him? Or would we all pile into bed together? What if they both wanted me at the same time? How the hell would that work?

  We took the elevator, there was an elderly couple going up to the same floor as I lived, so we rode in silence.

  I unlocked the front door to my flat. What would they make of it? It was nothing like Andre’s posh place and probably a fraction of the size of Tristan’s. But the thought had barely formed in my mind and I was suddenly in Tristan’s arms and he was pulling me close.

  “Come here,” he said, his voice husky with lust.

  I gasped and slid my hands around the back of his neck.

  The door shut and I found my backside up against the hallway table where I kept keys and mail. Several letters and a spare set of keys fell to the floor.

  “Tristan?”

  He was roaming his hands over my hips. His kisses landed on my cheek, my ear and my neck.

  “Do you have any objections if I fuck you right here, like this, right now?” His breath was hot in my ear.

  “Er…” Did I? “No.”

  “Thank fuck for that.” He found my mouth and kissed me wildly.

  I gripped his top and yanked it from his jeans. I then pulled it over his head, exposing his hair-coated chest and lean abdomen and making him break the kiss.

  As I took a moment to admire his torso, he worked at my trousers, undoing the buttons.

  He stepped back to yank my trousers and knickers off.

  Andre was behind him, his lips parted and his eyes wide as he stared at me sitting butt naked on the table with Tristan maneuvering my Capri pants over my feet. He had a bulge behind his zipper, and I guessed he was enjoying the view.

  Fuck, is he going to watch?

  Tristan was back over me, his face inches from mine and his dark eyes focused. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you are.”

  I cupped his jaw and parted my legs as he stepped between them. He was beautiful too.

  “Are you wet for me?” he asked, sliding his hand up my inner thigh.

  “Yes.”

  “Have you been wet for me this week? Did you think of us together?”

  I hesitated, then, “Yes.”

  The left side of his mouth twitched into a half smile as he eased his fingers through the folds of my pussy. “Oh yeah, you’re wet. We’re so ready for this.”

  I fluttered my eyes shut and let my head fall back.

  He caught my crown in his palm and pressed his cheek to mine. “I’m going to make you come so hard. So fucking hard.”

  “Yes.”

  “And Andre is going to watch, then he’s going to make you come really fucking hard too.”

  “Ahh…” I gasped as he pushed two, maybe three fingers into me. “Yes.”

  “Can you handle us?”

  “Yes.” I squirmed onto his fingers. “Yes, fuck me.”

  He pulled out.

  I moaned at the loss and opened my eyes. “Tristan.”

  He undid his trousers and shoved them and his boxers to his thighs. His cock sprang forward. The shaft was dark and thick, the end shiny and red. The hair on his belly became denser as it met his pubic hair.

  “Condom,” he muttered.

  “Here.” Andre passed him one then stayed standing close to us.

  Quickly, Tristan tore at the wrapper then unrolled the latex down his cock. His hands were shaking slightly, his movements fast and efficient. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “I can’t remember ever being so desperate to bury deep.”

  Andre pushed a lock of hair behind my ear. His gaze caught mine.

  I was breathing fast, the need to feel Tristan inside me had created a tremor over my skin. I gave Andre a quick nod, to let him know I was okay with what was happening.

  He stepped away.

  “Like this,” Tristan said, scooping one hand beneath my ass and placing the other on my lower back. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  I was already doing that but hooked my ankles together and angled my entrance toward his cock.

  The smooth dome of his glans pushed forward, and he eased in.

  I held my breath and stared into his eyes as he penetrated me.

  On and on he went, taking more, filling me.

  The stretch was exquisite, and he was so damn hard.

  “Ah, yeah, you’re so tight,” he said breathlessly. “You’re hugging my cock.”

  “More.” I tightened my thighs around his waist.

  He gave it. A sudden fast shunt to full depth as he pulled me onto him.

  The table banged against the wall. His body bumped into my clit.

  I gripped his shoulders and gasped.

  “You want it fast?” he asked against my lips.

  “Yes. Yes.”

  “Thank God for that.”

  He pulled almost out then steamed in again. The table knocked the wall once more but I didn’t care. Tristan inside me, over me, rubbing up against me, was all I could think of.

  He repeated the action again and again. Fucking me with wild passion and energy.

  My pussy heated, my clit strained for more. His cock was working me inside and creating a pressure I knew would soon overspill.

  The table was deafening as it hit the wall each time he plunged to full depth.

  I dug my fingernails into his shoulders.

  He scraped his stubble over my cheek and rested his mouth by my ear.

  His rapid breaths were loud. I shut my eyes and became lost in him, lost in the sensation he’d built in me.

  “Fuck, I’m coming…” he moaned.

  “Yes … come…”

  He upped the already frantic tempo and toppled me into ecstasy.

  I cried out as bliss swept over my body, bursting from my clit and spreading over all my nerves.

  He groaned, long and abandoned and seated himself deep, holding me tight against him.

  I was aware of his cock pulsing as my internal muscles contracted around his shaft.

  “Fuck … so damn … good,” he said into my ear. “Fuck.”

  I opened my eyes, my orgasm still thumping through me.

  Andre was watching us, though now he’d removed his top, revealing his gorgeous chest. His jeans were also undone and his right hand was down the front of them.

  “Oh my God,” Tristan said, raising his head and capturing my cheeks. “That was…”

  I was breathless as I stared up at him.

  “Fucking hot,” Andre said, appearing at my side.

  “Yeah … I’ll second that.” Tristan kissed my forehead with a long, lingering press of his lips.

  Unhooking my legs from around him, I let them hang from the table.

  Tristan stepped back and as he did so, slid his cock from me. I pressed my legs together.

  “I hope we didn’t disturb the neighbors too much,” I said, thinking of the noise against the wall.

  “Baby, the neighbors will know both of our names by the time we’ve finished with you,” Andre said.

  I giggled then drew in a deep breath. “Phew, that was energetic.”

  “I’m sorry, was it too much?” Tristan asked. “I don’t know what came over me, I guess I’ve just been having seriously sexy thoughts about you. I—”

  “Shh.” I pressed my fingers over his lips. “There’s nothing wrong with passion. Please don’t apologize. And besides, I told you I could handle it.”

  He rubbed his palm up my thigh. “You’re amazing, you know that.”

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bsp; “I’m not really, but I don’t mind you saying it.” I smiled.

  “You are amazing, and you’ve got too much on.” Andre reached for the top button of my blouse. He carefully undid it, then the next and the next until it hung open and exposed my white lace bra.

  “Pretty,” Andre said then swept his tongue over his bottom lip.

  “Shame it has to come off.” Tristan reached for the front clasp, twisted and released it.

  As he took the bra away, my breasts hung heavy, my nipples brushing the silky material of my blouse.

  “And this,” Andre said, gently pushing the blouse out of the way. “Off, we need you naked.”

  As it slipped down my back and pooled around my ass on the table, the cool air washed over me. I was sitting naked in front of my two hot bosses, my pussy was still quivering after an intense orgasm and I wanted more. I wanted whatever it was they wanted to give me.

  Fuck, this is making up for the drought in my sex life.

  “You have the best tits ever,” Tristan said, staring at my chest. “Give me strength.”

  Andre smiled and circled my right nipple with his finger.

  I sighed and fluttered my eyes shut as it tightened beneath his touch.

  “So sensitive,” Andre said quietly.

  “And responsive,” Tristan added.

  My left nipple heated.

  I opened my eyes.

  Tristan was sucking on my nipple, his tongue rolling against it.

  “Mmm…” I said, resting my hand on his hair. He could do that all damn day.

  Andre hooked his finger beneath my chin and kissed me.

  I clung to his shoulder and allowed his sweet sexy flavor to fill my mouth.

  “I want you,” he murmured, pulling back.

  “So have me.”

  “Oh I will, don’t you worry.” He gave me a sinful smile then stooped. He took my right nipple into his mouth and sucked gently.

  “Oh God,” I gasped, staring at the top of his head.

  A bolt of lust went straight to my clit. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought of this scenario. Having my breasts caressed and my nipples teased by two gorgeous men at the same time.

  My clit trembled and my pussy tensed around nothing. I’d just orgasmed but the thought of another was very appealing. These guys had better deliver what they’d promised.

  For several minutes they lavished attention on my breasts. The sensations were exquisite. Andre was a little gentler than Tristan but Tristan did this sexy thing with his teeth that had me moaning and gripping his hair.

  “I need to get rid of this,” Tristan said, stepping away and tugging at the condom.

  His cock was still hard. Or maybe it had softened then hardened again, I couldn’t be sure.

  “And I need to get one of them on.” Andre pushed at his boxers and kicked them aside.

  His erection pointed straight at me.

  “Come here,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist, “let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

  I allowed him to help me from the table. He then led me into the living room.

  I glanced around, relieved I’d left it tidy.

  Meow. Lullabelle jumped down from her favorite spot on the windowsill.

  “Lullabelle, we have visitors,” I said. “Say hello.”

  She stopped and stared at Andre.

  “Hey, she’s lovely,” Tristan said.

  Lullabelle turned her attention to him and gave him a haughty glare. She then turned, tail up, and stalked toward my bedroom. It was clear she had no intention of being polite.

  “Sorry,” I said. “She’s not used to strangers.”

  “We’re not strangers.” Andre kissed the side of my head. “We’re your men.”

  “And she’ll get used to us.” Tristan smiled and glanced around. “Nice place.”

  “I like it.”

  “It’s pretty, like you,” Andre said, encouraging me to sit on the sofa.

  The cool material felt strange against my bare ass. I didn’t usually sit on it naked.

  “It’s a good job no one can see into your window from up here,” Tristan said, nodding at the skyline.

  “It is quite private.” I followed his line of sight.

  “Yeah,” Andre said. “Because I think they’d get a shock if they saw this.”

  I turned my attention to him.

  He was rolling a condom on, his abs were tight and his skin taut over hard muscle.

  Tristan stepped up to me, his hard cock level with my face. “Do you know what I’ve been thinking of, a lot?”

  I shook my head.

  “Your pretty red lips around my dick.” He cupped his hand beneath my chin.

  “What? Like this?” I took hold of his hot shaft then formed a large ‘O’ with my mouth. I leaned forward and took him in deep.

  “Ah, fuck, yeah like that.”

  I stared up at him as his glans hit the back of my throat.

  He’d gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes as he stared at me.

  I sucked up then slid back down, caressing his heavy balls as I did so.

  “Jesus, you’ll make me come again,” he said, holding my chin tighter.

  I let him slip from my mouth. It was time we all started coming again. I turned to Andre. He was a vision of male perfection standing before me, ready to fuck. “How do you want me?”

  “Every way possible and a few more that haven’t been invented yet.” He smiled.

  “Sounds good to me.” I ran my hand over my right breast. My nipple was still hard and pointed.

  “But this time, on your hands and knees, hold the end of the sofa, the arm rest.” Andre glanced at Tristan.

  Tristan nodded.

  A thrill went through me. I hadn’t thought a ménage a trois relationship would include threesome sex but it seemed anything went for these two. Luckily, I now realized, it was exactly what I wanted as well.

  I did as Andre had instructed, twisting so I was on my hands and knees, ass in the air and holding the end of the sofa. My breasts hung weightily and the sensation added to my arousal.

  “Actually, put one foot on the floor,” Andre said, sweeping his hand over my back, buttock, and onto my right thigh.

  Again I did as he’d asked. I stared out of the window, but only for a second because then Tristan stepped in front of me.

  His cock was once again, level with my face.

  “You have a seriously sexy ass,” Andre said, moving in behind me and running his fingers down the cleft of my buttocks. He stopped over my anus, the tip of his finger exerting a light pressure at the center of my hole.

  I jerked a little, the touch unexpected. My breasts swayed.

  “It’s okay…” he said, gently. “Not today.”

  Not today.

  What the hell did that mean?

  “Are you ready?” he asked, parting my pussy lips.

  “Yes.” I watched as Tristan worked his cock right in front of me, lazily running his hand root to tip.

  “Look up at me,” Tristan said. “I want to see your eyes as Andre takes you.”

  I strained my neck to look up.

  Andre seated the tip of his cock at my wet entrance.

  He pushed in.

  I blew out a long breath as Andre’s cock stretched my still tender and sensitive pussy. Damn he was big, bigger than Tristan maybe.

  “Oh fuck…” I managed shifting forward.

  Andre caught my hips and gripped me. “You can take it,” he said.

  “Yes…” I could, I knew I could. And I wanted it, damn in this position he felt even more incredible.

  “Open your mouth,” Tristan said as he wound his hand into my hair and held my head steady. “Suck me off as Andre fucks you.”

  Really. Oh God. These guys are so bad.

  I did as Tristan had asked.

  He eased his cock into my mouth, not too far, just enough so I could hug him with my tongue.

  Andre pulled out then pushed
back in. A softer pace than Tristan had used but equally erotic and delicious.

  “Oh God, yeah, have you any idea how amazing you are?” Tristan said. “Seeing you like this. Knowing you’re ours. Fuck…” A drip of pre-cum leaked from his tip.

  “We’re going to need you to come again,” Andre said.

  I kind of nodded but it was hard with a mouthful of dick.

  Andre released my right hip and snaked his hand about my waist to my pussy. He pressed over my clit.

  I moaned around Tristan’s cock. His hold on my hair tightened.

  “I’m not stopping until you come long and hard,” Andre said, “Come baby, come … work with me here.”

  His fingertips were wicked on my clit. He was getting the pressure just right and rubbing me in the perfect place.

  I bucked back onto his cock and pressed onto his fingers.

  Tristan had taken control of his blowjob and was easing in and out of my mouth, fucking me there at the same speed Andre was fucking my pussy.

  My orgasm was spinning toward me. I tensed my stomach, gripped the sofa.

  The pull on my hair roots sent fizzes of pain and pleasure down my spine. The sensations in my clit and pussy were ready to burst free.

  I groaned, a long expulsion of air. I wanted to come so badly. I needed to.

  “Yeah, let it go,” Andre said. “I can feel it in you, your pussy is ready to erupt, baby.”

  The excitement lacing his tone toppled me over the edge. My climax ripped through me. Andre kept on going, fucking me thoroughly and deeply, his clever fingers not easing up.

  I curled my toes, my skin prickled with pleasure.

  Tristan sank to the back of my throat. I took him as I dragged in ribbons of air through my nose. My pussy was clenching around Andre. God, it all felt so amazing I didn’t know what sensation to concentrate on.

  “Fuck yeah, good girl,” Andre said, releasing my clit.

  Once again he gripped my hips. He powered into me, once, twice, three times then came. His groan echoed around my apartment. I knew there’d be bruises on my hips but I didn’t care.

  He was pulsing inside me, filling the condom.

  “Oh yeah, my turn…” Tristan said.

  A thick drip of pre-cum landed on my tongue.

  I released the sofa and pushed at his hip. I didn’t want him to come in my mouth.

  “Babe…” he said.

  I shook my head as best I could considering his hold on my hair.