by Daphne Dawn
“I’m on my way to the office. Why?”
“I forgot my flat iron at your house.”
I frown, going silent for a while. She isn’t calling to apologize or talk it out, is she?
“When can I get it?” she asks when I don’t answer her. Is she going to leave things the way they are between us? Isn’t she going to try?
“I’ll be home much later,” I say. “Maybe six.”
“That’s too late. I need it before then.”
I’m getting irritated. The flat iron is more important than her relationship with me. We’ve reached a new low.
“You’re going to have to meet me halfway for a key if you want to pick it up earlier, Em,” I say. “I’m already late for work. I can’t turn back now.”
She hesitates. “Yeah, okay. Where are you now? I’ll meet you.”
I explain where I am, and we agree on a place to meet.
“I’ll see you in a bit,” she says and hangs up. I’d half hoped that she would ask to see me some time to talk about what happened, to fix our relationship. We are sisters, after all, and we’ve always been close.
Whatever her issue is with me now, though, she isn’t going to try to reconcile with me. Not today, unless she is planning on packing the little bit of time we’ll have when I give her my key. Which isn’t going to happen, if I know Emma at all.
When I park the car, Emma is already there. She gets out of her car and walks to me.
“Thanks for meeting me,” she says. She doesn’t lean in to hug me.
“Sure,” I say. I fiddle in the glove compartment for the spare key I keep with me. I hand it to Emma.
“Lock up when you’re done,” I say. “I’ll get the key from you when I see you again.”
She nods. I wait for her to say something to me, to suggest when we would see each other again. She doesn’t. She pockets the key and looks at me. She doesn’t look like she feels awkward at all. Usually when we fought, she looks tense and unsure. This time, she looks a little smug.
“When am I seeing you?” I ask.
Emma shrugs. “I’m not sure. I’ll call you.” She glances at her watch. “But I have to go, and I know you said you were late.”
She turns and walks to the car. I watch her get in, wave at me, and leave.
I get into my own car. Something is up. Emma is usually so quick to try and sort things out. Until she manages to do so, she is down and difficult.
She doesn’t look like any of that right now, even though we haven’t buried the hatchet from the other night. In fact, she looks like she is in a good mood. She looks like she is up to something. I just don’t know what that is. I know her well enough to know that it had to be something, though.
I pull back into the road to cover the short distance left to the office.
What the hell is Emma up to? She isn’t usually this calm when we got stuck. She is usually upset or cranky until we sort it out. Unless she was doing something that I don’t know about.
My phone rings and I answer.
“Where are you?” Kevin asks.
“On my way. I’m running a little late,” I tell him, feeling a bit nervous. I’ve fucked with him, yes, but he’s still my boss. And both he and Scott have been relying on me more and more. If I keep up at that rate, soon enough I’ll stop being a glorified secretary.
Which means I’ll be able to rub it in Emma’s face. I don’t like losing bets, even if they’re done in a fury.
“Don’t stress,” he says. “Just get your delicious ass in here.”
I smile when he hangs up. Kevin knows just what to say to make me feel wanted and dominated, all at the same time. He uses pet names now and then, but generally, even the way he acts around me is enough to make me feel like he is my boss in more ways than one.
God, and all of that is going to happen along with Scott, the most dominating guy I’ve been with so far. The way he took me in that storage room, ordering me around and fucking me whichever way he pleased… the memories make me shiver.
If I am going to sleep with them both, I know it is going to be a hell of a ride.
The morning flies by. I have a lot of work to do–I am still Kevin’s PA, never mind what else we did–and I don’t even get to think about anything dirty until lunch time when I have a chance to breathe.
“Are you headed out for lunch?” Kevin asks, popping his head out of his office door.
I shake my head. “I packed lunch.”
Buying lunch every day is a lot simpler than making food to take with me, but it costs so much more.
“Great,” Kevin says. “When you’re done, come to my office. We can catch up a little before we get back to work.”
I nod. My stomach tightens a little, and a thrill travels through me. I like it when Kevin asks me into his office to talk about things that are unrelated to work. I like spending time with him, getting to know him as a person. I’m not planning on dating–my dad had cured me of that long ago–but sex with a stranger is impersonal, and even though Kevin and I are just fucking, it’s nice to get to know him a little.
Besides, he is so fucking hot, and being around him always gets me thinking dirty thoughts. It’s convenient because it seems that he feels the same way.
And then there is Scott. Kevin knows that we fucked, and he seems perfectly fine with it. Not that I have anything to feel guilty about. I am a free agent, and I can fuck whoever I want to. But with the two of them pushing for a threesome, I guess it is normal for each of them to know that they’ve both had me.
And I don’t feel bad about that fact at all, either.
I like that I’ve been with them both. And I like that they want to take this to a new level. It is different than anything I’ve done before, but I’m up for a challenge.
I don’t know what it is about these two, but they seem happy enough to share. And that works for me. Oh, it really does.
Once I finish my food, I go to Kevin’s office. He beckons me in, and I close the door behind me.
Kevin gets up and walks to the full-length glass walls. He draws the blinds, creating privacy where there was none before. I am suddenly boxed into a space that seems much smaller. When Kevin turns around, it puts him right up against me. It is unexpected, and my breath hitches in my throat.
We’ve only been together once, and his closeness is still unnerving.
Kevin smells like cologne and desire.
“I can’t work with you all day and pretend that I don’t want to fuck you,” he says.
I shiver, a thrill running through me. Kevin places his hand on my neck, touching me lightly. He walks around me, stroking his fingertips along my collarbone, and it takes my breath away. It is the smallest bit of contact, and I’m getting wet.
When Kevin stands behind me, he kisses my shoulder, and I shiver. His arms come around me. With one hand, he cups my breast, and with the other, he cups my pussy.
A knock on the door makes me freeze. It opens a moment later, and Scott walks in, closing the door again. I taste my heart in my throat. If we’d gotten caught… I couldn’t think about it for long. Scott sees us, with Kevin’s hands on my body, and hunger fills Scott’s face. He walks toward me, and the way he comes toward us makes me think of a predator, stalking its prey. Or a predator that joined his pack mate to feast on a kill.
The kill is me in that image, and I don’t care at all.
When he stands in front of me, Kevin moves his hand on my pussy to my other breast, just before Scott presses himself against me. His cock is hard, and he gyrates his hips a little, pushing me back so my body presses against Kevin, his cock firm against my ass.
I gasp. Scott kisses me, his tongue slipping into my mouth almost immediately.
The kiss doesn’t last long, and as if they’d both agreed on it, they let me go and step away. I am out of breath, hot and wet and so turned on I can barely stand. Kevin walks to his desk and makes a space, pulling himself onto it so that he sits on the desk with his legs hanging do
wn. Scott turns one of the chairs facing the desk, and they look like nothing has happened at all.
I am the only one that is unraveling.
“Come, sit down, Carly,” Kevin says, gesturing to the other chair. I walk toward them on unstable legs and lower myself onto the chair.
“When are we going to do it?” Kevin asks. His eyes are on me, piercing and so bright they look cerulean.
“Soon,” I say in a breathy voice. Scott smiles. He knows what effect they had on me.
Kevin nods, all business. “Tonight, I have something to do. A business dinner that I can’t get out of. Tomorrow night?”
Scott nods. “Works for me.” They both look at me. We are talking about fucking each other, all three of us, like we are trying to schedule a business meeting.
“Tomorrow night works for me, too,” I say.
“We’ll come to your place,” Scott says.
I blink at him. I am struggling to think straight. Blood is pumping to other places in my body, and talking about when and where seems so unimportant right now.
“Mine?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Kevin says. “We still have the investors to keep in mind, and it’s the least likely that paparazzi and the like will be watching there. We don’t need an article about this to leak because we got careless.”
I nod. That makes sense.
“Tomorrow night, then,” I say.
Kevin
Scott comes to my place first on Wednesday evening, before we go to Carly’s place. We go in the same car. Neither of us says much. My thoughts are consumed by what is going to happen, and I assume Scott’s mind is similarly occupied. The mood hangs thick in the air.
I am aroused. I’m so turned on, I can barely breathe around it. I know Scott feels the same. You don’t drive toward a threesome and not think twice about how fucking hard you’re getting.
When I glance at him, he looks deep in thought.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask.
“Tonight,” he says. “It’s finally happening. But I don’t know where she’s at, emotionally.”
I shake my head. “Nowhere we need to worry about. I don’t get the idea that she’s in love with either of us. That’s why she’s so perfect for this.”
Scott nods. “It would be a pity if her working relationship with you was fucked up because of this.”
I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. Soon enough I’ll win that bet and she’ll become VP.”
Scott frowns at me. “You’re that confident?”
I shrug again. I’m not sure if I am that confident or just unattached, if I have to be honest about it. I won’t just fire her if it goes sour. Of course, it will suck, but I can’t put her out on the street once I’m done with her. Carly is a nice person–beautiful, yes, fucking good in bed, too–but she is someone I’ve come to care for in a way. The best way to make all this work is to make sure it doesn’t go wrong.
And if I manage to convince the board to make her our VP…well, that’ll make things easier.
There isn’t more time to talk or think about it. We pull up in front of her apartment and get out. Scott and I are both wearing jeans and t-shirts–easy to get out of–and we both wear cologne. Nothing as sexy as drowning a woman’s senses.
I knock on her front door and Carly opens it. She smiles when she sees us.
“Come in,” she says and stands aside.
I step in first, and Scott follows me. Carly closes the door behind us, and we turn to face her. She looks fantastic. She wears a white sheath dress with ballerina flats, and her hair hangs down her back in a loose braid. She wears just enough makeup to make her dark eyes look bigger and her lips luscious and kissable.
The apartment smells of food.
“I prepared dinner for us,” she says.
“What?” Scott sounds as surprised as I feel.
“I thought it would be a good idea to eat first, have a chat. You know, loosen up a little.”
I smile at her. She is nervous about tonight. I guess I can’t blame her. I’m not nervous. I’m horny, but I understand.
“Besides, we’ll need the energy,” she adds.
Scott laughs.
Carly’s apartment isn’t very large. The dining room table is set up in the far corner of the living room, opposite the door, and she prepares chicken and vegetables for us. We sit down and eat, making small talk. She bought wine as well, and we all sip from long-stemmed glasses. I don’t need alcohol for tonight, but she is drinking to loosen up.
“How are things with your sister?” I ask when we are headed toward the end of dinner.
Carly shrugs. “She’s still in a mood. They don’t usually last this long.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to fix it?” Scott asks.
“Oh, sure. She’ll come around, eventually. She’s just full of shit sometimes, but it’s been the two of us since my dad left.”
She finishes her first glass of wine, and Scott pours her another.
I put my knife and fork together. “Your dad left?” I ask.
Carly nods. “When we were little. I was nine, Emma was seven. We’ve stuck together since then. It’s always been the two of us. At least, it was until she started dating Ron. Now, she has someone else, and it’s just me.”
She shrugs and smiles like it isn’t a big deal, but I get the feeling that it is.
“And you?” I ask. “No prince charming to sweep you off your feet?”
Carly laughs. “Bit late to be asking me that, now, isn’t it?”
Scott and I both chuckle. “I guess it is,” I say.
“No, there isn’t a prince charming,” I say. “Besides, if there were, I wouldn’t be able to have a night like tonight with two handsome studs like you.”
She blushes at her own words, and it’s endearing. Just like that, the conversation moves away from serious things and toward what the rest of the night would hold.
“If you were mine, I’d be worried,” Scott says. “Too many men will want you.”
Carly blushes again. “I already agreed to sleep with you. You don’t have to charm the pants off me.”
I laugh. “That’s not what it’s about,” I say. “I don’t think I’d want to share you, either.”
Her eyes are full of laughter when she looks at the two of us.
“You kind of are,” she says to me. She drinks the rest of her wine a lot faster.
I look at Scott, who shrugs, and we both laugh. It’s true. We are sharing her. But with Scott, it’s different. Scott is my main man. We are tight.
Carly gets up and starts clearing plates. Scott and I both help her by taking something from the table to her little kitchen. She stacks dishes in the sink. Scott glances at me. I know what he is thinking. It’s time to fuck her now. The hunger on his face is apparent. I am hard, too, my cock throbbing in my pants. I want her, and I want her now.
Scott is the one to make the first move. He walks to Carly and turns her toward him so that she lets go of whatever she is holding in the sink. He cups her breast and kisses her. She gasps, and I see him squeeze her through the white material. She melts a little, and I watch them for a moment as my friend massages her breast. His other hand is behind her neck, holding her there as his tongue explores her mouth.
He is taking charge. It’s what she needs.
I walk to them and stand behind her, the same way we’d been in my office during lunch yesterday. I put my hands on her hips and grind my cock against her ass. She moans into Scott’s mouth.
“Come,” Scott says, breaking the kiss and taking her hand.
I take her other hand, and Scott leads us down the short hallway to the main bedroom at the end. When we are in the room, Carly turns to us.
“Stay there,” she says. “No touching.”
She is confident now. The wine has loosened her up just enough, and now that lust has been thrown into the mix, she is all sexual energy.
She reaches for the hem of her dress, crossing her arms and pulling her dr
ess over her in one quick motion. She drops the white material on the floor and stands in front of us, completely naked. She hasn’t worn any underwear at all.
Carly turns around so we can see her ass. She bends over, spreading her legs, showing herself to us.
Scott starts forward.
“Stay there,” Carly says.
I swallow hard. It looks like Scott struggles to obey, but we both stand rooted to the spot and watch as Carly moves forward and crawls onto the bed. The crawl is deliberately slow, exposing her ass and her pussy to us as she creeps toward the pillows.
When she reaches them, she turns around and lays down on her back. She’d gotten rid of her shoes without me noticing.
Carly spreads her legs and looks me in the eyes before she slides her glance to Scott. I can hear my friend breathing harder. My cock throbs in my pants, aching to be inside of her.
Carly puts her hands on her breasts and massages them, pinching her own nipples, tugging at them. She makes small mewling sounds when she does. Scott is undoing his pants, and he pulls his cock free. He is about as hard as I am, although a little bigger. He is taller than I am.
I turn my eyes back to Carly. Her legs are still wide and her bare pussy glistens, her arousal clear. She tips her head back, her lips parted, and she focuses on her breasts.
I can’t help myself. I unzip my own jeans and pull my dick free, too. Scott is already running his hand up and down his own shaft, stimulating himself. I do the same, palming my own flesh. My eyes are on Carly’s tits, on the way she touches herself.
Carly holds one hand on her breast and slides the other down her stomach, over her pubic mound, her fingers pushing into her slit. She moans when her fingertips brush over her clit. Scott makes a growling sound next to me, and I know his need is just as strong as mine.
“You’re torturing us, kitten,” Scott says in a deep voice. He is so turned on. Kitten. I forgot that’s what he calls his women.
Carly answers him with a gasp. She pushes her fingers into her pussy, and I groan. I pump my own hand slowly, teasing myself as much as she is teasing me.
Her fingers work faster and faster, in and out of her, her own thumb on her clit. She holds her nipple between two fingers and squeezes, crying out. An orgasm rocks through her. I can see her body suddenly contract, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Her eyes squeeze shut as she comes for us at her own hand.