Jon did as he was told, all the time sneaking looks at Matt kissing Josie, touching her, keeping her arousal brewing. “Shall I take off my clothes?”
“No!” Matt’s initial response was sharp before he explained, “Josie doesn’t have the benefit of seeing you naked so leave them on. You can unzip, and release your cock if you like.”
That was probably wise, thought Jon as Matt started describing him to Josie. “He’s very hard, Josie. I think you’d like his cock if you could see it. I’m guessing it’s eight or nine inches and he can’t resist stroking it while he looks at you.”
“Definitely nine.” Jon hoped she liked the sound of his cock. There might just be this one night—or not even a night; this one time—but already he wanted more. He liked Josie, he was finding that he liked watching, and Matt clearly liked showing her off.
Matt stalked over to him once he was seated and deftly bound him to the chair. The speed at which he tied and tested his knots suggested some practice. “Were you a Scout and I didn’t know, Matt?”
“Do you want to be gagged as well?” Matt was quick to show his authority.
Jon considered the question and decided “No, thanks. You may proceed.”
“By gosh, you’d make a bratty sub.”
Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Jon wondered. How was it that he’d never known Matt could be so dominant? It wasn’t at odds with his loving personality; somehow it seemed a natural extension of who he was when in the bedroom. Jon liked the idea that he didn’t know everything there was to know about Matt, that there was space for the friendship to grow into.
****
Matt had never been so aroused. He was going to do permanent damage to his cock if he wasn’t careful. No amount of adjusting was going to ease the pain. Who knew having two people to control would give twice the pleasure? Actually he suspected it was having the right mix of people; he didn’t think he’d feel so uninhibited, so free to be himself if he was with people he didn’t have any connection to.
“You still breathing, love?” Having put Jon in his place it was time to see to Josie. He watched as she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The way her every response was made visible entranced him. “Shall we put on a show for Jon?” No answer was necessary but he was glad Josie mmmed her approval.
He quickly shucked off his shoes and jeans and came to stand behind her, so Jon could appreciate the full view. “Hasn’t she got lovely breasts?”
Jon groaned.
Matt toyed with Josie’s nipples, teasing them all. “And she’s wet, beautifully wet for us.” Dipping his hand to her cunt he withdrew moist fingers, evidencing his claim.
“Can I have a taste?” Jon’s voice was gruff with arousal.
Matt paused as if considering. “No, I don’t think you can,” so saying he licked his own fingers. “Better than any dessert!”
Jon deserved a little taunting.
****
Josie literally shook with arousal. She couldn’t believe this was her standing blindfolded and naked in a room with two men. There was no denying it was turning her on. “Do you think I could cum?” For some reason it felt right to ask. Nothing seemed to be her decision this evening; it all seemed to be her pleasure. A release of tension would be a relief and pleasure.
“Well, that seems acceptable.” Josie liked Matt’s dry humor, especially when he found her clit with his fingers and started rubbing it, adjusting his movements according to her moans and wiggles. God, he was good with his fingers: super fast and frisky. She was going to cum.
“Yes, yes, I’m there.” She let out a long moan as the waves of pleasure rippled through her body.
Matt held her tight, running his hands up and down the length of her body as if to soothe her as she came down from the high of climax, keeping the two of them connected.
“That was fucking beautiful.” She’d momentarily forgotten Jon was there and felt a sharp thrill at his praise.
“So fucking beautiful,” agreed Matt. “I want to see you cum again, this time when I’m buried in you right to the hilt.” A depth of emotion was portrayed with his words, given that neither man had sworn in her presence before now.
“Yes, please.” Josie wasn’t beyond begging at this point.
Matt drew her onto the bed and then left her bereft for a moment. When she heard rummaging than the tearing of foil she was grateful that he’d thought to remember protection. A moment later he was lying back, encouraging her to straddle him facing in the same direction as before. Matt seemed ever conscious of their audience. She guessed he wanted her to ride him so that Jon could see her every move up and down, her breasts bouncing and her cunt swallowing Matt’s cock. “Shall I climb on?”
“Yes, please.” The dominant wasn’t above asking, then. Or had she just pushed his need that far?
It was a little awkward not being able to see what she was doing.
“Wait, let me remove the blindfold.” Matt said just as she was poised to sink down. Curled around her back he undid the tie for her and let it fall to the bed. As he relaxed backwards, and with her eyes still closed, she let her body descend that final distance. The feeling of being stretched was fantastic; it had been so long and her walls were extra sensitive. Her heart had been crying out for the intimacy of being physically full. She let out a sigh of pleasure and opened her eyes.
The lights in the room were set to dim so she only blinked a couple of times as her eyes adjusted. Matt grasped her hips firmly and encouraged her to move. She established a rhythm, quickly losing herself in the escalating tension stemming from the pinnacle of her clit.
“Are you close?” Matt sounded desperate, one of his hands somehow reaching around to touch her where they joined, stroking and teasing her flesh.
“Yesss,” she let out on a moan.
Suddenly his hips bucked hard and she could feel the kick of his orgasm, it spurred her own. The pace her pelvis moved at increased till there was no rhythm left, just mindless rubbing of her clit where it met his groin, as she moaned at the fantastic feeling ricocheting through her body.
“Shit, I could cum without touching myself.” The voice from the darker corner of the room drew her gaze and mid-climax she gasped.
Her body shuddered to a halt, the last pulses of pleasure fading into her confusion “You’re…but…you’re...our waiter from the restaurant.” Stupefaction made her stutter
“Jon, at your service.”
Unsure of herself and highly self-conscious Josie asked, “Was this all planned?”
“No!”
“No!”
Both men were quick to reassure her.
“Yes I knew Matt was meeting you tonight and taking you to the restaurant, but that was all. I couldn’t help being nosey and serving you. Then when I saw what he was doing… After you left, well I finished up early, my concentration shot to pieces. I needed to come back for a wank. I also needed to apologize to Matt about his room, but I didn’t really think he’d bring you back here tonight.”
“The only bit I planned was in the restaurant.” Matt said, lifting Josie off before quickly disposing of the condom and pulling her into a hug. She let herself be held. This was so far outside her normal sexual experience. She didn’t want to be the one that asked what happened next.
“So do you think I’ll still merit another date now?” Matt’s tone was teasing but Josie could hear the quaver of uncertainty
“It depends, do you think Jon’s going to keep interfering?”
“Would you want him to?”
Josie decided to be honest and open to her future. “I definitely think there’s something to be said for men as talented as you two are, you with your hands, and Jon with his capacity for mischief and nosiness. You might just be my kinda guys.”
The End
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GRUMPY PANTS
D
oris O'Connor
Copyright © 2013
James Grumpley drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his car, and cursed under his breath. He was going to be late at this rate, and he was never late. He couldn’t abide lateness in anyone. It was tardy and unprofessional, and he was always professional, damn it.
First his alarm clock didn't go off, and now he was stuck in this god awful slow moving traffic. He inched another two car lengths along, and the cause of the hold-up became apparent. A battered old Mini took up most of one lane. James grumbled some more when he caught sight of the shapely feminine ass sticking out into the traffic. His dick twitched against his will, reminding him that it had been way too long since he'd last indulged himself at the club his kind frequented. That had to be the only reason why he too turned into a rubberneck, as he drove past the owner of that luscious behind. Her skirt had ridden up, exposing the top of her stockings, and—damn it all she was wearing an old fashioned garter belt—her white flawless skin an intoxicating contrast to the black stockings.
His foot slipped off the clutch when the lady in question straightened up and kicked her flat tire with one high-heeled red shoe. His car lurched to a halt and his cock jumped to attention with a speed and force that made him even grumpier. That's all he needed. The first woman to rouse his interest, and she looked ready to commit murder. The woman bent again, picking up the car-jack, her pixie-like features a mask of annoyance and concentration. The impatient asshole behind him stood on his horn and wolf-whistled the petite blonde. She spun round to glare at him and flipped him the finger.
The action was brave but James was close enough to catch the shimmer of tears in her eyes, and the way her hands trembled. His mother, god rest her soul, would have his guts for garters if he didn't help her. He re-started his car and pulled up behind her.
"Do you need some help with that, ma'am?"
She spun round and her eyes widened, before the most delightful blush spread across her cleavage. He dug his hands into his trouser pockets to hide his cock's immediate reaction, and raised an eyebrow at her. She looked at the floor and his dominant side jumped for joy at the natural submission he witnessed.
"I … I feel so stupid, but I just can't get this jack to work. It must be broken or something. It's infuriating. I know how to do this. I took a fucking course in car mechanics—" That blush of hers deepened and she looked at him from under her lashes. "Sorry, you don’t need to hear my life story, I'm sure, but gran always said a woman needs to be self-sufficient, and I can't even jack up the damn car. She'd be rolling over in her grave right now, if she could see me, and none of those damn assholes offered to help. They just all stare down my cleavage. And I'm going to be late for work, and…"
Her voice trailed off as he stepped closer. Close enough to catch her light, flowery scent. He inhaled deeply, savoring her unique essence, and took the jack out of her hand. Their fingers touched and a jolt of electricity went up his arm. She gasped and James's lips twitched into the semblance of a smile—a novel experience of late. He glanced at the jack, and that smile deepened.
"You won't jack up shit with this. Let me get mine, and we'll get you moving in no time, and we can all get to work."
She flinched slightly and looked as though she was going to say something else, and then thought better of it.
He turned his back on her to get the working jack out his car, and in no time at all her little old Mini had the spare on. James grumbled under his breath when he straightened up. He wished he had a cock as deflated as the tire he'd just taken off. Instead he could use it to drill in the wheel nuts. She'd stopped her rambling and was just quietly watching him, and when he turned to her, her dazzling smile of gratitude froze on her face, when she saw his expression. James knew he was scowling, but he didn't need this instant attraction that made him want to crush her to him. Something wasn't right here and it put him on edge.
"There, as good as new. I suggest you get yourself a new jack, to avoid this happening in future."
And I may well have to jack off if I want any chance to make it through the day after this.
"Yes, of course, I will do. Thank you so much for stopping. I—" He cut her off with a wave of his hand and another glare that made her frown. She wrapped her arms around herself, the action pushing up her breasts and giving him a tantalizing glimpse of a black lacy bra. Damn it, he so needed to get laid, if the sudden visions invading his brain were anything to go by. He ached to bend her over the hood of his car and claim what was his. Now where had that random thought come from? This damsel in distress was just his type, and that made him grumpier than ever and horny as holy fuck.
He forced himself to step away from her, and threw the jack into the boot of his car.
"No problem at all."
*****
Julie stared after her rapidly departing rescuer in disbelief. What had just happened? Trust her to get a flat tire on the day her deadline was due, and then to be rescued by the most handsome man she had ever seen. His southern accent alone had her drooling inside, and he smelled so good. The edge of steel behind his cultured tones had made her want to sink to her knees in front of him. It had been way too long since any man had aroused her latent submissive side with just one look. She could have sworn he had been interested in her, and then he just disappeared, as though the hounds of hell were after him? Men—she would never figure them out, and with her supposed destiny it was no doubt much better to stay away from them. Especially tasty hunks like this one.
Half an hour later, she finally made it into the office.
"Oh thank god you're here, girl. Grumpy-pants has been even more of a grump then he normally is. I swear that man never smiles, and of course all the computers on this floor went down, so he's been swooping in and out like an avenging angel."
"Grumpy-pants?" Julie stared at the office gossip trying to make sense of what she just said.
"Yes, you know, the new IT-manager. Started last week? Mr. I-am-hot-as-panty-dropping-hell, but grumpier than a snowman in a heat wave—James Grumpley? Oh, I forget, you haven't met him yet, have you? "Georgina slapped her forehead and giggled. "Silly me. He's relocated from across the pond. Rumor has it the boss headhunted him from the competition, and he's supposed to be the best. The man would be fucking gorgeous if he smiled once in a while, and didn't treat every woman with that ice-cold disdain. Mind you, that's hot too. Anyway, I’d best let you get on. You do realize that you will have to stay late, to make up the time!"
Julie was only too aware of that. In fact she was rushed off her feet, and soon forgot about anything bar the project she had to finish. By the time she was almost done, the office was empty, and it was dark outside. She hit save on the last set of reports, and her screen went blank.
"No, no, no, no. Shit and fuck, and everything in between. Not now. Don’t you dare do that to me!" She thumped the useless piece of equipment in frustration but it was no use. Heart galloping in her chest she picked up the phone and dialed IT.
Please let someone be there, please, please, please.
The phone was answered on the third ring.
"James Grumpley and this had better be good." He positively growled down the phone and all of Julie's instincts went on high alert.
*****
James ran an exasperated hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. This is all he needed, after the day from hell: some overeager employee staying late and setting the system off again.
"Okay, don't get your panties in a twist. I'll be there in five. And do not touch anything. You'll only make it worse."
"I am not a complete moron."
"Really, you do surprise me, Miss…?" he drawled into the receiver. There was something cock-raisingly familiar about that voice, laced with a hint of anger.
"Julie, and don’t you worry, there is no chance of me twisting something I am not wearing, now is there?" The dialing tone stopped any response he could have given and for the second time that day, James smi
led.
He took the stairs three at a time, eager to get this over with. The first floor was deserted, bar the station at the far end. An all-too-familiar delicious ass presented itself to him, and he swallowed his groan, as his dick hardened instantly.
"Hmm, I recognize that ass." He crossed his arms over his chest, and the owner of that curved perfection froze for an instant, before she tried to scramble out from under the desk. She bumped her head in the process.
"Ouch!" She rubbed her head and reversed out of the confined space on hands and knees. "Damn it, you're grumpy-pants?" Her voice held a note of panic.
"Grumpy-pants?" he asked and she froze again.
"That's what they call you. Surely you knew that? Please tell me you knew that."
Yep, definitely panicking. He'd almost forgotten what a thrill it gave him to see a sub squirm, and unless his senses were completely off, she was most definitely a sub. He'd sensed it by the roadside and he sure as hell got the signals loud and clear now.
By the time she made it out from under the desk his hands were itching to spank those firm globes and he swallowed a groan, remembering her earlier statement, as she looked up at him.
"Tell me, do you always come to the office without your panties, or was that statement just for my benefit?"
She glared at him, and he suppressed a smile at the awkward way she straightened up, and pulled the hem of her skirt down.
"Tell me, would you like to be sued for sexual harassment, Mister Grumpley?"
He laughed and her eyes narrowed. Acting on instinct he stepped right into her personal space, and she swallowed hard, when he reached past her to flick the switch on her PC. It flickered and died again and he sighed.
"I should put you over my knee for talking to me like that."
Her sharp intake of breath gave her away as surely as the hard pebbles pushing against his chest, as he leaned in closer still and his dick throbbed its eagerness.
"Alas, I will have to use my hands to fix the mess you got yourself into."
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