“Oh my God,” she breathed.
“Right? Yeah I’ve used it myself occasionally.” He began to move it in a lazy circle. “Easier than fingers, and you clean up the mess at the same time you’re making it. Very useful.”
“Wait, hold it there.” She grabbed his hand and helped him aim it at the spot that was giving her the best sensations. “Right there. God yes, right there. Oh yeah that’s good, that’s good. God… oh fuck yeah,” she sobbed as her orgasm slammed through her. She hadn’t come that hard in a long time, and when she finished she had to push his hand away. “Now it hurts.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, not your fault. It was so intense that I couldn’t have stood it for much longer.” She rubbed her pussy. “Wow that was something. I get where your girlfriend was coming from, but for me there’s nothing like a hard cock moving inside me to make me feel right with the world.”
Mike bent and gave her clit a lick and she jumped as if he’d run electricity through it. “Nice and sensitive,” he observed. “Maybe it’s time for that hard cock.”
“If you have access to one, I’d enjoy knowing about it.”
“Look what I found,” he said, stroking his swelling organ. “Let’s see if it works.”
He eased it back into her cunt. The last remnants of her orgasm left her very sensitive, and every move he made gave her little shocks of pleasure. When he started to thrust in and out Candy felt the familiar tightening of another climax building. How many times could she actually come in twenty-four hours, she wondered?
Mike braced himself against the shower bench under her, hands flat on other side of her head as he pounded her pussy again. She loved the way he fucked, the no holds barred, crazy rutting he seemed to enjoy, at least with her. “Oh baby, that’s good,” she whispered in his ear. “I like that, it’s good when you bang my puss like that.”
Her words seem to spur him to even harder, deeper fucking. He was grunting with the effort. The shower spray was pouring down his back making him too slick to hang on to, so she just lay back and enjoyed the ride as he brought her closer and closer.
And then he finished and pulled out. “Oh hey,” she said, disappointed.
“I’m not finished with you,” he said. But I wanted to look at your pussy. I love the look of a freshly fucked pussy.”
He spread her open and smiled. “You’re all swollen and red down here.”
“Are you surprised after the workout I got?”
“Can you see?”
“It’s a big difficult over my boobs and belly.”
“My cum is leaking out of your cunt. One more little push and it’ll be running down your ass.”
She gave the push and felt the thick cream slip out and run down her onto the bench.
“I’ve made a mess,” he said, and he picked up the shower massager. “Let’s see if I can clean it up.” He aimed a stiff spray at her clit again.
And this time Candy came so hard and screamed so loud that she work Liam.
“Are you killing someone in here?” he asked. “G’morning, Candy. Sleep well?”
“Guh,” she said.
“She’s fucked out.”
“You greedy thing, did you take it all and leave nothing for me?”
“Her cooch is nice and clean. I need to get to work. Have fun.” Mike stepped out of the shower leaving her alone with Liam who sat down and petted her pussy as if it was a little animal.
“My God you’re swollen. What was he doing to you?”
“Shower,” she managed.
“Oh, the hand held? Yeah he enjoys that.” He stroked her pussy softly as if he was soothing it.
“Is he always up this early?”
“Sometimes earlier. He’s, uh… an over-achiever, I guess you’d say. Twelve, fourteen hour days are typical for Mike.”
“What about you?”
“I draw the line. I like having a life.”
There was no good way to ask if Mike’s ambitions made their arrangement difficult, so she pushed that suspicion away.
“I miss him sometimes, though. That’s why when he suggested we go back to the club and see if you’d be interested in joining us, I was thrilled. Not that I didn’t find you attractive, I did. Too attractive.”
And you told Mike, and he decided maybe I’d take some of the pressure off, she thought. She sat up and put her arms around him, and rested her cheek on his shoulder. “I’m glad. I haven’t been so happy in a long time.”
“Really?” Liam looked pleased.
“Cross my heart.” She lifted his hand and used it to make a cross over her left breast, then tipped her face up for the kiss she knew was coming.
Liam told her she could sleep in if she wanted. “I have to get down to the office but there’s no reason you can’t stay.”
“I should go,” she said. “I have to work tonight, and my apartment won’t clean itself.”
“Can we see you after work?”
“I’d like that.”
They arranged to meet at a bar near the office. “It’s good bar food, too, so have whatever you want and tell them to put it on our tab.”
“Thanks.” Not that she would, but she appreciated the gesture.
Candy tried hard not to think about the situation. Why not just take it all at face value? Why not just enjoy the two of them for as long as it lasted, then move on? But she really liked both of them, and as much as she wanted to keep this affair going for a while, she had an uneasy feeling about Mike’s motivation.
“Goddamn it girl, is it your business?” she said to herself as she was putting on her makeup that night. And the answer was, “no… but…”
She took a book along with her to the bar since she wasn’t exactly sure when the guys would arrive. And as always after a show, she was ravenous, so she did order a couple of appetizers and a drink. She sat alone at a table and read her book, not bothering anyone, but as it sometimes happened, that wasn’t good enough for some people.
“Oh my God, will you look at that pile of blubber over there?” The woman’s voice carried, and her friends shushed her. “I will not be quiet. I don’t care what that fat pig thinks of me!”
The women at the nearby table were all staring now, but Candy ignored them. She’d been through this often enough that it was a minor annoyance. She had some trouble concentrating on her reading.
“What’s she reading, A Whale of Two Titties?” There was a wave of delightfully scandalized giggles. Boy they were ugly drunks.
After a few more comments about her appearance, her clothing, her lack of makeup, and her chances of ever attracting a man looking the way she did, one of them leaned over and hissed at Candy. “Hey. Hey fatty.”
Candy didn’t even look up.
“Hey you, in the blue sweater.”
Okay that she’d cop to. “Yes?”
“How much do you weigh? Five hundred pounds? Six hundred?”
Candy put her hands under her breasts and said, “Why? Want some of this?”
“Eww,” the woman said. “As if.”
“The nineties called; they want their slang back.”
“What?”
“Fuck off.”
The woman subsided slightly, clearly at a loss to come up with a snappy retort. Then she heard one of them say, “Oh my GAWD, would you look at those guys?”
Candy smiled a little but kept her nose in her book.
“Oh honey, I am so going home with the big one.”
“They’re both big, which one?”
Yes. Yes they are, Candy thought. You have no idea.
“I don’t care. Either one. Oh they’re coming this way. They’re coming over here. Oh my God, how do I look?”
“Drunk,” Candy said just as Mike came up beside her and kissed her cheek.
“Miss us?” he asked as Liam kissed her other cheek, and they sat down.
The silence from the other table was deafening.
“So how was your day?” she asked th
em.
“Crazy. We have some new accounts, and we’re going public next week, so the work just never ends.”
Candy stole a look at Liam whose face was carefully neutral.
They ordered some food and a couple of drinks and chatted about work. Candy was vaguely aware that the drunk women were staring openly, but she figured that it was good for them to have their noses rubbed in it. Then she heard someone whisper “brothers. Has to be,” and she thought, well fuck the lot of them.
“I don’t have to work tomorrow night,” she told them and they both grinned happily. “Seeing as how it’s Sunday.”
“I say we forget about work for a day and have massive fuck fest,” Liam suggested. “You two in?”
“Sounds great,” Candy said while Mike simply said, “sure,” like he was anything but sure.
When the boys finished eating they got up to leave, and Mike grabbed her ass, making her squeak a little. Liam put his arm around her waist and pulled her close for a deep, warm kiss, and a whispered, “Thank you.”
Candy put one hand behind her back and extended her middle finger at the drunks.
Their massive fuck fest started out as a nap fest. The three of them fell into bed, but Mike dropped off fairly quickly. Liam kept trying to stay awake, but he was soon asleep too, head on Candy’s shoulder, drooling a little.
She lay there, sandwiched between the two of them, the only light in the room from the fireplace, and she felt peaceful for the first time in a long time. She liked her boys and hoped this would last for a while. And as she was contemplating what they could do to each other when they woke up, she dropped off as well.
Life fell into a nice pattern. She would meet them after work, or they’d come by the club to pick her up, and they’d go to dinner, or sometimes go dancing, but always back to Liam’s apartment for long, satisfying bouts of the most amazing sex she’d ever had. They worked through different configurations and couplings with a lightheartedness that felt good to Candy. She’d long thought that people were too serious about sex and not nearly serious enough about love. The boys at least got the sex part right.
During the period of their initial public offering, Mike was fantastically keyed up, and he fucked like a man possessed. From the moment they got to the bedroom he was either on top of Candy or on top of Liam, or sound asleep. Liam just looked tired all the time. “It’ll be better once this is over,” he promised Candy, but he didn’t sound as if he believed it.
But the evening they didn’t come to meet her at the bar as planned because they’d had a huge fight and forgot all about her was the night she decided to call it quits. She packed up her book and went back to her own apartment. She didn’t call either of them, but waited for them to call her.
Mike showed up at her place two days later. She was trying to sleep and just yelled “Fuck off” every time he rang the bell. But Mike was determined and managed to irritate her out of bed. She buzzed him in and met him at the door. “WHAT?”
“I came to apologize.”
“Later would have been better,” she grumbled.
“I’m between meetings.”
“Fine. You’re forgiven. Go to your meeting.” She tried to close the door but he got his foot in. “I will take those toes right off.”
“Candy, please. I’m in enough trouble with Liam as it is. Please come back and play nice.”
She opened the door and stared at him. “I’m tired of being the consolation prize for Liam.”
“What?”
“You know what I’m talking about.” She didn’t want to be talking to him at all, but if she had to, she sure didn’t want the rest of the neighbors to hear all her business. “Come in.”
“Look. We had a nice, easy thing, I thought. But there’s too much going on under the surface, Mike. You and Liam need to sort things out. I’m tired of being there because you feel guilty for not being.”
“I don’t—”
“Okay you don’t feel guilty. Then you don’t want to be with Liam, and that’s fine too, but let him go. And let me go. Jeez you don’t let anything go do you?”
“Why is this suddenly my fault?” he asked.
“Do you want to be with him or not?”
“God yes, I love him.”
“Then for the love of God, be with him. Stop cheating on him with your job.”
“You don’t un—”
“Don’t tell me I don’t understand. I’ve had him tell me that over and over again after you’ve walked out and left us together. And I say again, I’m no Liam’s consolation prize.”
“He’s a fucking genius, Candy. Did you know that?”
She didn’t know. “What do you mean?”
“All the tech we produce? It’s all him. He has more amazing ideas before breakfast than most people have in their whole lives. He is our company.”
She wasn’t sure where he was going with this.
“How do you think I can keep up my end of this relationship? He’s the smartest guy I know, he built this company from nothing, and he will bluntly say that he prefers sleeping with women. So what do I have to give him except hard work? I’m working to make sure that he has the recognition and the money he deserves, and yeah, if he wants a woman, I will go along with it. You know I’m good with it, you know that I enjoy sleeping with you.”
“Yeah, I do know that,” she admitted.
“I give what I can.”
“Except your time. And that’s what he wants from you. If I had to hazard a guess I’d say he wants that more than all the other stuff put together.”
Mike sat down and covered his face with his hands. “I’m so tired.”
“And that can make you nuts too. I’ve done it. Come on,” she said, taking hold of his hand and pulling him up. “You’re going to have a nap.”
“I can’t, I have meetings.”
“Someone else can take them. I’m serious. You’re going to sleep for a while. Give me your phone.”
He handed it over to her without argument and went face first into her bed. He was snoring before she crept out of the room.
She phoned Liam. “I’ve got Mike here. He’s asleep. He won’t make his meetings this afternoon.”
“How did you manage that?”
“I told him to stop. He needs to stop, Liam. You need to stop him.”
“He won’t.”
“He will if you ask him to.” He was silent for so long that she huffed in annoyance. “Look, he’s going to sleep for a while. Get someone to cover his meetings or cancel them. I don’t care which.” She disconnected and lay down on the sofa, hoping to get a bit more sleep.
She managed to fall asleep again only to be wakened by a persistent knocking. She knew it had to be Liam.
“How did you get past the street door?” she asked as she let him in.
“Social engineering. Is he still asleep?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I needed to talk to you.”
She waved her hand. “Go on ahead. Neither of you will let me sleep today anyway.”
“First off, I’m sorry about the other night. We had a huge fight and… It went on for quite a while. We both just forgot that we had anything else planned. It was stupid, and I apologize. I don’t blame you for being angry with us.”
“Dammit you’re supposed to be all defensive so I can stay mad.”
“Oh… sorry. Next time. The second thing is that I don’t know what’s going on with us, any of us. But I can tell you that when the three of us are together I’m happier than I’ve ever been and I want to do whatever I have to in order to preserve our relationship.”
Maybe I really am the consolation prize, Candy thought. To Liam she said, “Liam, the sex is amazing and I really care about the two of you, but I don’t know if this is working or not.”
“Why not?”
“I feel like I’m part of a benefits package.”
He scratched his ear. “I think I know what you’re talking about. But it’s no
t something you need to worry about, Candy. If there’s one thing that Mike and I agree on, it’s you.”
Had she read them wrong? Was it just as simple as they had made it seem? “He told me he loves you.”
“And I love him. Did you ask him if he was in love with me?”
“No.”
“You might want to. I think he’ll say he’s not. Look, we are best friends who like to fuck each other sometimes. We work hard, we play hard. I don’t know what’s down the road. Ask me in a year or ten years if I’m in love with Mike and I might say yes, but I don’t know.”
“But you do think he works too hard.”
“Of course I do. I hate seeing him feel he has to compete with me somehow. And I do like his company. We used to sit up all night talking about our plans, or watching movies and eating junk. We haven’t done any of that in ages and I really miss it. I feel like I gained a robot and lost a best friend.”
“I don’t understand men,” Candy said.
“Neither do I, sweetheart. “I’m not going to bother him. Let him sleep as long as he needs to, and I’m going to fix things at the office. “You want to bring him back home tonight, I’ll make dinner for all of us.”
“I’m working tonight, Liam.”
He tipped his head and regarded her curiously. “And you think he works too hard. What are you doing it for?”
“For one thing I need the money.”
“How about I hire you as his assistant? That takes care of a lot of my concerns all at once.”
“Seriously?” She loved to dance but she was getting a little tired of two shows a night, six nights a week.
“Completely.”
“I don’t know anything about what you do.”
“You’ll catch on fast. Take the night off, though, will you? I think the three of us need to recharge.”
“Okay,” she said, and he leaned in and kissed her.
It was dark by the time Mike woke. She’d crept in and laid down on the bed beside him after she called in sick, and had managed to catch a few more hours of sleep. But then Mike woke in a panic, and she had to calm him down.
“Fuck me, my meetings. Dammit. Fuck!”
“They’re taken care of.”
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