by Louisa Neil
“Why would she tape…?” Jeff asked then realized the answer. “Because somewhere down the line she’ll use it against me when she thinks it will work best, at least to embarrass me.”
“I wouldn’t put it past her. Just be careful what you say and how you say it. If you can, put the blame on me. Tell her I had the accounts monitored, and when they were flagged I did all this on my own overnight. That you didn’t know until this morning that I shut everything down. That’s the truth, so you don’t have to lie.”
“And since the lawyer called you about her loan request, you can blame him for shutting that one down.” Mason shook his head. “God, I’m glad I’m single.”
“I could use a drink,” Alice said, closing the cover on her laptop. “Let’s go get something to eat and get drunk.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Mason closed up his work and stood to stretch. Jeff followed them from the office to the dining room. He managed to push most of his meal around the plate, but Cook didn’t berate him.
They retired to the television room. Jeff came in with a bottle of single malt and handed shot glasses around. When each was filled, he held his up in a toast. “To Alice, for having the forethought to keep us out of trouble.” They all drained their glasses. When they were refilled, Alice made the next toast. “To my men. May we all continue to watch each other’s backs.”
Mason refilled the glasses but noted Alice had lain down on the sofa. She was sound asleep.
“She was up all night with this crap,” Jeff said. “Should we carry her up to her bedroom or leave her to sleep?”
Mason pulled a cotton throw from the back of the sofa and covered her. “Let’s leave her. If we wake her up, she might not go back to sleep.” He picked up his drink and nodded to Jeff. “To the women we love, the ones we’ve screwed, and the ones who we didn’t let screw us!”
“Here, here.” Jeff downed his drink and refilled their glasses. After several more rounds, Mason noted Jeff was stinking drunk, mumbling about women and the problems they created. With the bottle in hand, he wrapped his other arm under Jeff’s shoulders and helped him up to his bedroom. Once inside, Jeff continued to drink and moan about Naomi. When he began crying, Mason slipped the bottle out of sight and came back from Jeff’s bathroom with three aspirin and a glass of water. He noted Jeff took them without question. Then he lay on the floor before the fireplace and crashed.
Mason pulled the comforter off the bed and placed it over Jeff. He grabbed a pillow and lifted his head, placing it under him. When he was satisfied he’d done all he could, he decided to leave. Jeff woke and began ranting again. Mason handed him the water, and after several sips, he dropped his head back down. He wandered back to the bathroom and took several aspirin, forcing himself to finish the water. He knew he had to stay hydrated or tomorrow would suck.
He thought about going to his own room but decided to stay there in case Jeff woke in the middle of the night. He dropped onto his bed after toeing off his shoes and kicking off his pants. Then he tucked a pillow under his head. “I just need to sleep,” he said aloud.
Jeff woke at first light. He knew exactly where he was and why. What surprised him most was that he wasn’t as hungover as he was prepared to be. He walked on shaky legs to the bathroom and peed then splashed water on his face. It was still dark outside, and he decided to go back to sleep. As he was leaving the room, Mason appeared.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Thanks for last night. I don’t know what you did, but I’m not really hung over.”
Mason passed him in the doorway and used his toilet to pee. “If you’re okay, I’m going back to sleep for a while.”
“Me, too.” The men walked to the bed and, without conversation, walked to opposite sides and dropped onto it. When Jeff wanted to sleep, he couldn’t. Every conversation he had yesterday kept going through his mind. It didn’t help that his cock was hard. “Of all the times,” he said quietly, not wanting to wake Mason. The longer he lay there, the more the idea intensified. “What the hell,” he said and moved from the bed. After walking around it, he dropped to his knees. Mason lay on his side with his hand under the pillow.
Jeff noted through the opening in his boxers that Mason’s cock was semi-hard. He snaked his fingers between the pieces of cloth and began to stroke Mason. He came alive in his hand. Soon, just fondling him wasn’t enough. Leaning up, he captured Mason’s erection between his lips and began to suck him. Even in his sleep, his cock grew. The longer he got, the more Jeff sucked. Mason groaned and shifted slightly.
“You don’t have to,” he said, his tone sleepy.
“I know. I want to.” Jeff took his cock back between his lips.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come. I never last long in the morning.”
“Neither do I. Where do you want to come?”
“You started this. You decide. Are you hard?”
“Yeah, like a rock.” Jeff stood and pushed down his pants, letting them pool at his ankles. His cock sprang to life, full and hard.
“Come here,” Mason told him, shifting to the edge of the bed. When Jeff had kicked off his jeans, he took a step closer. Mason enveloped his erection with his lips. It amazed him that Mason sucking him could feel so good. But he wanted more. He wasn’t sure how to ask for it, so he just went with his first thought. “Why not fuck me?”
Mason leaned up, supporting his head with his hand. “I could. But you could fuck me, too.”
Jeff hadn’t thought about that, but now that Mason mentioned it, his cock surged.
“Come here,” Mason told him and sucked him again, leaving him coated with his saliva. Then he pushed his boxers down his thighs and rolled onto his belly. “Go ahead. We’re both horny and both hard.”
“Are you sure?” Jeff asked, noting his cock was aching.
“I’m sure.” Mason pulled a pillow closer and propped his arms over it. “Go on, Jeff. Fuck my ass. Take out all your anger and anxiety on me. You won’t hurt me.” He laid his head down on his arms and looked straight ahead. Jeff climbed onto the bed and straddled Mason’s thighs. He ran his hands along his buttocks, feeling the tight skin. He used his hands to spread his cheeks, and Mason shifted a bit under him. Jeff stared down at his best friend, spread wide and ready to accept his cock in his ass. “Do it, Jeff. Fuck me.”
Jeff didn’t think anymore. He leaned forward and pushed his cock against Mason’s anus. It opened to him, engulfing him as any woman’s ass or pussy might. He thrust gently and realized he wanted more. He pushed harder, and Mason groaned.
“That’s better. Fuck me. I won’t break.”
Jeff grasped his buttocks and began to fuck his ass full out. He didn’t care who it was anymore, just that it felt wonderful. Mason was hot and tight around him. Jeff could feel Mason rubbing his cock against the mattress. “Mason, I’m going to come in you, and then I want you to fuck me. I want you to come in my ass.”
“Be quick, Jeff. I’m ready to come.”
Jeff bore down and pushed himself deeper until he was buried. He felt Mason flexing his muscles and came. “Christ,” he murmured and then pulled out. He rolled on his back beside Mason and pulled his legs up, bending his knees and holding them with his hands near his shoulders. Mason didn’t hesitate. He shifted beside Jeff’s mouth and let him suck him just a bit. Then he moved between Jeff’s legs and eased his cock into Jeff’s anus.
“That feels amazing,” he told him. “But I want more. Faster, deeper, Mason. Fuck me until you come in me. I want to feel your cum drip from me.”
“Never disappoint,” Mason said. He pushed harder, and his cock went deeper.
Over and over he’d pull back just to the point of losing contact, and then he’d push back. After repeated thrusts, he grabbed Jeff’s ankles and lifted his legs up. He fucked him fast and slow, and Jeff knew he’d found a new kind of heaven, one he never knew he was missing. He noted his cock was hard again, not fully erect but not flaccid.
“In you
or on you?” Mason asked, his breath out of pattern.
“In me,” Jeff told him. Mason thrust one more time, and Jeff squeezed his muscles. He could feel Mason’s cock surge within his walls, could feel the warm liquid inside him. Mason pulled from him, released his legs, and dropped beside him. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” Mason said. “Are we going back to sleep, or do we have to get up?”
“It’s after seven. I guess we should get up.” They reluctantly rolled to opposite sides and left the warm bed. “Want to shower here?”
Mason was tugging his jeans up his legs. “I’d better go back to my room. The staff will be here soon.” He picked up his boxers and stuffed them in his front pocket. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
“I know it’s crazy, but I don’t want to wash away your cum. I can feel it dripping from my ass.”
“Wash up, Jeff. We can always do it again later.”
Mason left, closing the door quietly. He walked to his room and directly to the shower. As he turned on the water and kicked off his pants, he used two of his fingers to invade his own body, using Jeff’s cum to ease his way. He fingered himself until his cock was hard again. Under the spray he fingered his ass and stroked his cock until he came.
He was dressed and down at breakfast before eight, hiding the smile on his lips. Jeff came in, nodded to everyone, and tucked into the plate of pancakes Cook placed in front of him.
“Is Alice up?” Mason asked as a general question.
“She was here twenty minutes ago, took coffee, and headed to the lab,” Marilyn told him, topping off his coffee. A short time later, Marilyn placed the now-familiar white thermos on the table. “I’ll take it,” Mason said. “Thanks for breakfast.” He left before he smiled, afraid one of the ladies would ask him about his good mood.
He didn’t skip to the lab, but he walked with a slight bounce to his step. Life was good, even if someone like Naomi was trying to bully her way in. He felt certain Jeff would have his back, literally and figuratively. He’d always known Alice was watching over him. It was, he decided, the best time of his life. Now all he had to do was hope it would continue.
Mason pushed back from his desk, stretching his arms above his head. Alice was at her machine, but Jeff was nowhere to be seen. “What happened to Jeff?”
“He left a few minutes ago, muttering under his breath. I’m not sure what set him off.”
“Maybe he’s outside taking a walk.”
“I don’t know. What I do know”—Alice smiled at him—“is that I can’t keep this bra on any longer.” She reached under her T-shirt, unhooked it, and pulled the shoulder straps down her arms until she was free. Then she reached under the shirt and pulled the bra from under it. “Ah, that’s better.” She didn’t hesitate to massage her breasts.
“I could help you with that,” Mason said, smiling. He’d watched the maneuver, something he’d seen her do often. “I could help you with other things, too.”
“Really, like what?” She pushed back from her computer and, after standing and stretching, walked around to his desk.
He reached his hand between her legs and stroked her pussy. “Any needs here?”
“Keep rubbing me like that and there will be.” She smiled and moved closer, lifting her T-shirt over her head and tossing it aside. “What about this?” she asked and captured her breasts between her own hands, massaging and pinching her nipples until they were full and puckered. She didn’t need to instruct Mason. He slid his office chair closer and placed his hands over hers, rubbing and pinching. “Oh, that feels good.”
“This will feel better,” he told her and leaned forward, capturing her nipple between his lips. Alice groaned when the pull of his lips moved from her breast to her pussy.
“You’re making me horny,” Alice told him.
“You were horny when you took your bra off.” He dropped one hand to her crotch and began rubbing her clit. “I’d get a lot further if you weren’t wearing these heavy jeans.”
“Take them off,” she told him and smiled, not moving to help him.
Mason laughed at her. “You want to be taken?”
“Oh yeah. Take me, Mason. Take me until I can’t come any more.”
“My way,” he told her and stood before her. His kiss was intense to start and built into an erotic haze he knew she wouldn’t stop until satisfied. Alice was stroking his cock and tried to unzip his pants. He grasped her hand and held her in place. “My way,” he said a second time.
Alice studied his expression. “Take me any way you want. Just take me.”
Mason grasped her around the waist and turned her around until she was facing away from him. His hands slid around her hips and deftly undid her zipper. He pushed her pants down her hips and legs until they puddled at her ankles. She heard more zipper noise, and suddenly he was pressing his erection against her butt cheeks.
Alice didn’t wait to be asked. She spun in his arms, dropped before him, and started to suck his cock. “You’re hard already. Did just rubbing my tits make you this hard?”
“Watching you pull off your bra always gets me hard.”
“I need you to fuck me,” she said just before swallowing his full length and using her throat muscles to milk him. Mason pulled from her lips and physically turned her around a second time. She braced her hands on the desk as he grasped her hips. With one push he was deep in her pussy.
“You’re wet, Alice. You’ve been thinking about getting fucked for a while.”
“I’ll admit I was horny.”
Mason continued to fuck her pussy. On an outward stroke, he dropped his hand and spanked her butt cheek. When she snuggled back closer to him, he did it again.
“Oh yes. Spank my ass. Every time you touch me, your cock surges inside me.”
He spanked her ass as he fucked her pussy. “More,” she told him. “Fuck my ass while you spank me.”
Mason only grunted behind her. He grabbed her tighter and, on an outward stroke, began to spank her again. When he pushed back, he moved higher, thrusting into her anus. She stilled only for a moment. Shifting her hips, she had him seated where she wanted him.
“Spank me and fuck me, Mason. Make us both come.”
“You always did know what you wanted,” he said, dropping his lips to the back of her neck and sucking a patch of skin between his lips. He didn’t care he’d leave a purple mark, only that the fucking was intensifying and she was flexing around him.
“Mason, I’m so close.”
“Am I coming in you or on you?”
“In me,” she answered quickly. “I want to feel your cum easing out of me for the rest of the afternoon.”
“Rub your pussy,” he told her, and she did, making sure her fingertips ran against his sack. Her body tightened around his cock when her orgasm hit. He could feel his body pause then shudder as he let his cum shoot deep inside her. He dropped over her back, his arm around her waist to hold her in place. When they were both steady, he slowly pulled from her.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I needed that.”
“I did, too,” he said, laughing. Mason reached down and drew her pants up her legs over her hips and to her waist. “You want to feel my cum drip from you the rest of the day,” he reiterated.
“Yes, I do.” She turned in his arms and wrapped her hands behind his head. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He reached to the floor a second time and handed her up her T-shirt. “I suppose you’ll want to put this back on.”
“Not really, but I will. At least that underwire torture device is gone.”
“Isn’t that what started this little interlude?”
“Yeah, I guess it was. I should strip it off more often.” Alice kissed his mouth and reluctantly moved from his embrace. “Back to work?”
“I guess. I have some things to finish.”
“Me, too, but I enjoyed our little respite.”
“I’ll look forward to doing it again soon.” They both
wandered back to their computer stations and went back to work. Later, Mason stole glances at her. He knew when she moved, Alice could feel droplets of his cum dripping onto her panties. She glanced up at him, smiled, and went back to work.
Chapter Thirteen
Jeff spent most of the day on his telephone. He still hadn’t heard from Naomi. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing, or if she was just boiling over and her wrath would be worse when she did call. It was after lunch when Alice handed him a printout. It was an e-mail from her private investigator friend back in California. He’d found out that Naomi had indeed married David in Las Vegas and sent a copy of the marriage certificate. It also stated that David’s finances were unstable at best. He was on the verge of bankruptcy.
“Now it all makes sense,” Jeff said, handing the paper to Mason to read. “She thought she was marrying a huge bank account and found out he was marrying her for her money.”
“What’s the saying, something about fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.” Alice laughed so hard tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t laugh, but it does seem like divine intervention. She married a bank account that turned out to be empty.”
“She was so afraid our business would fail,” Mason added, not holding back his laugh.
“It does ring of symmetry or irony, if you choose,” Jeff added, smiling until he laughed with them. “This is the best I’ve felt since this whole thing started. Turns out being jilted was the best thing that she could have done to me.” He glanced to Mason and then to Alice.
“I think we deserve a great bottle of wine with supper tonight.”
“I’ll second that, as long as we skip the scotch.” Alice smiled and buried her head back in her work.
Jeff noted he couldn’t get much done the rest of the afternoon and didn’t care. By three he gave up. “Hey guys. Let’s get out of here. It’s a beautiful fall afternoon. Let’s go for a walk.”