Drilled

by Cole, Cassie

  “With pleasure,” I said, meaning every word. Tex pulled out—leaving me feeling hollow by comparison—and then fell onto the bed with a sigh. He was a gorgeous slab of muscle on my guest bed, hard and ready to go. With theatrical flare I went up onto my knees, then threw one leg over him. I ran my fingernails along his chest; it was like scratching a piece of marble.

  But rather than have him enter me, I rubbed my lips along his shaft. “Is this what you want?” I asked Cas.

  He gave me half a smile. “That’s not what I said.”

  “Mmm, you weren’t very specific.”

  “I’ll do better, then. Lexa: reach between your legs, take Tex’s cock in your hand, and guide it into your pussy.”

  “That’s better.” I did as instructed, gripping his rock-hard manhood between my fingers and aiming it vertically. But I took my time lowering myself on him, taking just the tip and wiggling my hips in a circle.

  “She’s teasing me,” Tex said with a big grin.

  “I’m doing as I was told,” I said with an innocent pout. “Cas didn’t say how quickly I had to do it.”

  “I’ll allow it,” Cas said. “Torture him, Lexa.”

  “Mmm, with pleasure.”

  I rolled my hips back and forth, feeling only Tex’s head pressing against my inner walls. I wanted all of him, but teasing it out was more fun just then. If we were going to put on a show, why not make it an interesting one?

  “Do it,” Cas finally said. “Take all of his cock, now.”

  I slammed my hips down hard, accepting every millimeter of his shaft inside of me. I moaned and sat upright, facing the camera to give Cas a view of my body. I pressed my breasts together, which made Cas breath harder.

  “Goddamn, you feel good,” Tex groaned.

  “You don’t feel too bad yourself.”

  Still sitting upright, I used my thighs to move up and down on his shaft. After the intensity of the last position it was a nice, steady pleasure as I rode him. I made my body ripple like waves as I moved, tossing my hair from one side, then to the next. It was all a show, so I wanted to make it look as good as possible for Cas. Especially since my own pleasure was taken care of.

  I grinned at the screen as my other lover watched us.

  31

  Tex

  She was incredible.

  This gorgeous woman who was totally into the Skype setup we’d arranged. Riding me, totally in control. And she was loving it.

  That made it all the hotter for me.

  I squeezed her breasts together, letting my thumbs flick across her nipples. She leaned her head back and showed me her beautiful neck, which I wanted to lean up and kiss but couldn’t while I was pressed flat into the bed. Lexa closed her eyes as she moved on top of me, up and down like she was riding a horse.

  I wasn’t going to last long. Not from this beautiful woman.

  As she moved faster, she must have been able to tell. “Where do you want him to come?” she asked the computer watching us from the dresser.

  “That’s a good question,” Cas said.

  “There are so many places,” Lexa crooned. “My belly. My ass. All over my pretty face.”

  “Where do you want him to come?” Cas said, voice strained.

  She waggled her finger at the laptop. “That’s not how this is played. You have to choose.”

  “Do I now?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “Better hurry,” I said, giving Lexa’s ass a playful squeeze. “Before I choose for ya.”

  “Her tits,” Cas quickly said.

  Lexa grinned. “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  She turned her sharp gaze down to me. “Tell me when.” She leaned down over me, kissing me on the lips while riding me faster. I gripped her ass with both hands and moved her up and down my cock faster, feeling the tingling sensation at the base of my balls.

  “You gunna come with Tex?” Lexa asked.

  “I’m… trying…” Cas moaned on the screen.

  She shoved her tongue into my mouth, wet and forceful. Her silky hair tickled my face while she moved up and down, rapidly bringing me toward completion.

  “I’m close!” I finally said.

  She rolled off me quickly, going onto her back in a submissive pose. “Fuck her tits!” Cas demanded. “Fuck them! Oh fuck!”

  I straddled Lexa’s chest as she pressed her breasts together, making a little tunnel between them like in a porno. Her eyes glistened with mischief as I jammed my cock between them, thrusting back and forth with my last few able strokes.

  “Come for me,” she asked, eyelashes flickering at me. Then she turned toward the laptop and said, “Come for me too, Cas. Hurry!”

  “Oh fuck, Lexa…”

  “Come for me, both of you!”

  “Shit, oh God, oh fuuuuuuuuuuck.”

  Their simultaneous cries, matched with my cock rubbing wonderfully between her tits, brought me to the climax I’d been waiting for. I groaned with them as I began to come, each rope shooting out the top of Lexa’s perfectly round tits, splashing across her upper chest and neck. She opened her mouth and breathed lustily while we groaned our orgasms, her chest heaving in time with my dick. Even though she’d sucked me off a few minutes before I came at least a dozen ropes, covering her chest with my load while she drank in the sight with her full, round eyes.

  32

  Lexa

  I woke up and wondered if it were all a dream.

  That made more sense than it actually happening, right?

  But Tex was next to me in bed. In the guest bed, not my bedroom. His arm was curled under my neck and my cheek was warm against his tattooed skin. I gave it a soft kiss and imagined I could taste the dark ink.

  I peeked into the third bedroom; a lump underneath the covers. Jason had slept up here last night. I wondered when he’d gotten home. It must have been after we had gone to bed, right?

  I laughed to myself. It was a silly thought. I’d had sex on camera in front of Cas, yet I was worried about whether Jason had heard us?

  With the downstairs room empty—although I turned the lights on to make absolutely certain—I was able to get my morning jog in. It felt good to get back into that routine; I didn’t realize how much I needed the endorphin rush every morning.

  It was difficult to concentrate at work. All I could imagine was Tex crouched behind me, licking up and down and then feeling his thighs against mine as he took me from behind…

  Stop it, Lexa! Fun was fun, but I had a potential career on which I needed to focus. I couldn’t allow what happened at home to affect my actual work.

  The documents were becoming routine. Invoices and site instructions followed a general template, so every morning became almost the same exercise for me. The same Blackrock managers made the same mistakes: soon I was hunting all of Caroline’s pages for then/than confusion, and trimming Bobby’s excessive run-on sentences. It was still work I enjoyed doing—after all, it was the kind of thing I’d seen at the Bismarck Herald working with the same writers over and over. But it was becoming mundane.

  One group of documents stuck out. Everything from Larry Jones, the guy who had gone straight to Bryson when I edited his documents that first day. He kept using a phrase I’d seen elsewhere: the Berlin Drilling Technique. I was curious about its usage so I did a quick Google search… Which is where things got weird.

  There was nothing on Google about such a technique. Nothing even close. There was an article about the Altes Museum of Berlin, and then a bunch of drilling information that was only tangentially related to Berlin, or Germany overall.

  Here’s the thing. I could have assumed it was some industry short-hand for a technique, but the context didn’t make sense. Every time Larry mentioned it, he capitalized all the words. And Larry was really bad at capitalization. He always used it in the exact same sentence: We’ve decided to use the Berlin Drilling Technique this week. Literally the exact same every time, like it was copied and pasted.

 
I wasn’t an expert on drilling, but my spider sense was tingling. Why would a site use one form of drilling for a week, and then suddenly be told by Blackrock to use another? It made no sense to me.

  I considered asking Bryson when he came in, but that would have been a bad idea. If it was something shady, it would only tip him off that I knew. Dude was already paranoid enough as it was.

  Asking Jason or Tex would have been a good idea, but as soon as they came through the door all thought disappeared. Tex had a huge grin on his face, which made one blossom onto mine. The giddy reactions of two kids who had just done something together for the first time.

  “There’s all the reaction I needed,” Jason said. “Now I’m certain something happened last night.”

  “You didn’t tell him?” I asked Tex. “Oh. That’s too bad.”

  “Tell me what!”

  “I figure he doesn’t need to know,” Tex said.

  “Probably for the best.”

  “That’s not fucken funny,” Jason said, a twinkle in his eye. “I bet I can guess what you two did.”

  “I bet you can’t,” I said, which made Tex laugh even harder.

  Jason pointed at me and gave me an I’m-watching-you stare before they disappeared deeper into the building.

  The next few days blended together like that. Tex and I had fun at night, by ourselves since Cas was busy doing night inspections. We tried it every which way: missionary, on our sides, cowgirl. Reverse cowgirl, which let Tex grab my ass with both hands. I could tell he was an ass man. I’d always enjoyed sex (who didn’t?) but this was something different. It was like a giant had woken inside of me, one which had been slumbering since I was a teenager. I was ravenous for sex. I dreamed about it at night. I thought about it all day at my desk. At night, Tex and I coupled together with as much gusto as if he’d been yearning for it too.

  I couldn’t wait for Cas to get back. What would happen when he did? Voyeuristic group sex, like on the computer but in person? A threesome? The thought sent a tingle up my guts. I’d never done that before, but now I wanted to. Desperately.

  Like I said: it was as if a giant had woken inside of me.

  Tex and I teased Jason about it. Part of Tex’s joking was trying to get Jason involved, I thought. Selling him on the idea of another shared girlfriend like the one they’d had before. Candice, or whoever. But Jason would laugh and joke back, then make a comment about focusing on their job at Blackrock Energy.

  It left me confused. I was totally attracted to him now, and craved seeing him shirtless again. And I thought he was attracted to me—I caught him stealing glances at me whenever I got up from the couch, or bent over the fridge to get a beer. But he always kept the teasing just that: teasing. He never made a move or offered to join in.

  I wondered if Jason truly trusted me. He seemed like the paranoid mirror of Bryson, but on the other end of the entire situation. He asked me questions about the reports, and about other Blackrock details. I answered some of his questions but not all. Most of them I didn’t know the answers to, which always drew a suspicious—or even doubtful—glare from Jason. I wondered if there was anything I could do to earn his trust.

  And then, one morning, I found it.

  33

  Jason

  I wasn’t going to last.

  I was never good at just being friends with women. It’s not that I only saw women as sexual objects. I was just a softy: I always fell for them. That’s part of the reason I was a dick sometimes; it was the only way I could cover up how easily I fell for women.

  Living in a house with a beautiful, fun, smart woman was impossible. Throw in the fact that she’d already slept with Cas, and was doing it with Tex every night? It was downright torture.

  I don’t know why I was bucking against my feelings. Maybe because I wanted to test myself, see if I could actually muster enough willpower to hold out. The excuse I used about needing to focus on Blackrock Energy was at least partly true. That was one focus that remained in my mind at all times, an itch I was constantly trying to scratch.

  But as Tex and I sat in the conference room and went through page after page of safety audits, I found myself daydreaming about Lexa.

  “How was last night?” I asked casually. Tex put down his pen and turned his head a full 90 degrees to face me.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “Just curious.”

  “Uh huh,” he said. “She likes you, ya know.”

  I tried to ignore the backflip my stomach made. “You’re just saying that.”

  “Nope. It’s true. She likes all of us.”

  “We’re likable guys,” I said to cover up my blush. She likes you.

  Tex took one more look at his stack of papers and tossed down his pen. “I’m at a good stopping point. Wanna get lunch?”

  “I’m in a groove,” I said. “Bring me back something?”

  I was lying: I wasn’t in a groove, but since I’d spent all morning daydreaming about Lexa I hadn’t gotten any work done. I wanted to play catch-up. Having Tex gone might help with that.

  But then my phone vibrated.

  Lexa: I’ve got something to show you.

  Not gunna lie: her text sent butterflies soaring through my stomach. I stared at the words and wondered what they meant. I compared a message, deleted it, then rewrote it.

  Me: Is that supposed to be innuendo?

  Lexa: LOL, get your head out of the gutter.

  Lexa: It’s related to your work.

  Now my stomach fluttered in a different way. Had she found something?

  Me: Show me tonight?

  Lexa: Can you wait that long?

  Lexa: The only reason I said something was because I didn’t think you could, and I wanted to show you sooner rather than later.

  Of course, she was right. There was no way I could wait another five hours to learn what she had.

  Me: Go somewhere for lunch?

  Lexa: I can’t take this out of the building without raising suspicions.

  Me: Then what? Do you want me to walk up to the front desk and take a look in front of the security cameras, like an idiot?

  I felt bad as soon as the text was sent because I didn’t mean to be a dick. But honestly, what did she want? What was the point of texting me about it if she couldn’t actually show me?

  I waited for a full minute without seeing a response. Then, before I could apologize, she finally texted me again:

  Lexa: Do exactly what I say next.

  Lexa: Leave the conference room and turn right. Walk to the end of the hall, turn left, then walk about 20 feet before coming to room 114. Go through there and exit out the second doorway into another hall. Take the first hall on your left, follow it to the end, then wait for me there.

  I read the directions twice. They seemed so overly complicated that I wondered if she was pulling a prank on me. Trying to pretend like this was some sort of secret agent mission where I had to avoid laser trip wires.

  But she didn’t respond, and something told me she was serious.

  I stepped out of the conference room and looked to the left. Room 114 was that way—why did she want me to turn right, only to double-back to it? I felt a flash of anger: she was fucking with me. Or worse, she was setting me up. Getting me to walk around suspiciously. Blowing my cover.

  Fuck! I knew shouldn’t have ever trusted her. She was a stranger. She worked for Bryson. She had no loyalty to us.

  That’s when I saw the black glass security dome in the ceiling.

  She was giving me directions to avoid the security cameras!

  The complex instructions made sense now. With that context, I carefully followed her instructions by going to the right. I tried to look casual as I went to the end of the hall, then turned left. I passed a woman chatting with someone in a doorway, who glanced at me for a split second. Easy there, Jason. Just take your time. Don’t look uncomfortable.

  I came to conference room 114 and froze. It was a large room with a table in t
he middle, and lots of filing cabinets flanking either wall. Two employees sat at the table going through what looked like survey reports. One glanced up at me, and then the other did the same.

  “Can we help you?” she said.

  I don’t know what Lexa’s plan was beyond this, but I took the leap of faith to trust her. “Sorry, just passing through,” I said as I walked through the room to the other exit. I could feel their eyes on my back as I emerged out the other side.

  Still trying to look nonchalant, I followed the hall until the first intersection, and turned left. I was somewhere around the back of the conference room Tex and I were using, in a deserted hall that ran somewhere toward the side of the building. I went to the end, which branched off again, then pulled out my phone.

  Wait for me there.

  I looked around. Nobody to the left. Nobody to the right. I would look awfully suspicious here if someone suddenly saw me. My instincts said to be somewhere else, anywhere else.

  “Psst.”

  The sound was to my left: there was Lexa’s smiling face and red lips sticking out of a doorway. She jerked her head for me to follow then disappeared.

  I hurried into the room, which was an empty office with a plain desk and chair. She closed the door behind me and locked the door. There were no windows.

  “Whatever you have could have waited until tonight,” I said. “It wasn’t worth this kind of risk. What if someone saw us?”

  “They didn’t,” Lexa said confidently. “I studied the security cameras. Nobody comes this way, and the route I took you avoided every camera.”

  “There were people in conference room 114,” I insisted. “They saw me. It was awkward.”

  “Oh, stop being a worry-wart.” She rolled her eyes. “People use that conference room as a shortcut all the time, even if people are inside. Nobody will remember you.” She hefted a yellow folder. “And this is absolutely worth showing you in person.”