As he got close to his plateau he gripped her hips, easily holding and lifting her, hands under her bottom. His cock jerked up against the front wall of her sex repeatedly when he came and he bellowed, like a wild man.
Her core pounded, relief flooding her.
For several long moments she was pleasure, pure pleasure, and nothing else. She rolled with it, mind and body adrift, echoes of the multiple orgasms still rippling inside her. When she finally came down to earth, it was the adoring kisses of both men that drew her back.
Chapter Three
Vico arrived at work early the next morning, but Deacon was already there. Astrid’s car was inside the workshop. The parts delivery would arrive within the next hour. By the looks of it, Deacon was not only ready and waiting—he’d given it a wash and polish. He was in the inspection pit, working on another vehicle that was due that morning. As he approached, Deacon climbed out of the inspection pit wiping his hands on a rag.
Vico threw his backpack onto the nearby workbench. “I thought you’d be at home, sleeping off the excesses of last night.”
“Of course you did,” Deacon replied. “And that’s why you’re here early, because you thought you’d get to Astrid’s car first.”
Vico raised an eyebrow, more than a little amused by Deacon’s blatant response. Normally Deacon was more cautious. He rarely put his opinion out there. Something about Astrid was bringing him out of his shell. That seemed like a major achievement in itself.
“Does it matter who fixes her car?” He opened his hands in a gesture of unanimity. “If you prefer, we can both take a hand in the job.”
Deacon flashed him a wry smile. “You really like it, don’t you? Sharing a lover. It turns you on.”
Vico shrugged. “Who wouldn’t be turned on by it? The setup didn’t seem to do your libido any harm.” He nodded in the direction of Deacon’s fly. The night before Deacon had been more than impressive in that department, and apparently he’d been unfazed by the fact another man—a friend—was looking on. There was no turning back from that moment in time. Had the morning after brought regrets?
“I thought you might be…you know, a little embarrassed about the both of us being involved with Astrid.”
Deacon shook his head. “We’ve known each other, for what…three years?”
Vico nodded.
“We’re good friends,” Deacon continued. “And we’re adults. “
Vico hesitated, and then smiled. He liked that because it was accepting, and that’s what he needed from Deacon right now. Deacon meant a hell of a lot to him. He couldn’t help teasing him a bit more, though. “I’m glad I didn’t put you off your stride.”
Deacon wiped his hands on the rag in his hands once again, and then cast it aside, but didn’t respond.
The gap only urged him to press on. “You know that I’ve been involved with guys, as well as women. I’ve mentioned it often enough.”
Deacon met his gaze, bold and sure. “I thought about it. I thought about it last night, when you were watching me.”
Deacon had never acknowledged his bisexuality before. Had the right woman enabled that barrier to be breached? Vico was glad, and more than that he was relieved. It was his way to state his bisexuality, so that people weren’t thrown by finding out accidentally. He also knew that Deacon was an old fashion man, deep down. He was a true friend as well as a business partner, and he didn’t want to offend him in any way. He’d been turned on by the both of them last night, and the last thing he would want was for Deacon to be upset by that.
“Sure,” Deacon continued, “it was hard to drag my attention away from the lovely Astrid.” He gestured fluidly with his hands. “She’s all my dreams come true, but I didn’t totally lose touch with reality, as hard as it was.” One corner of his mouth lifted. “I knew what you were thinking.”
Vico was more than a little surprised. Not only that, he was starting to get hard. “Have you ever been with a man?”
“Nope.” They stared at each other for several long moments. “I’m straight, but even straight men can be curious.”
Vico nodded, but he didn’t respond directly to that, he didn’t have to. Enough had been said. “So, about Astrid…”
Deacon laughed softly. “Ah, I see. You were softening me up by alluding to the fact you were turned on looking at my arse, and then you’re gonna come in and steal the woman from under me.”
Vico liked the way this was going. “Actually, I rather like seeing her under you.”
He’d thrown that out there on purpose, testing the water.
Tension ratcheted in the atmosphere between them. They both knew what he was getting at. Had he pushed it too far?
“What happens next?” he added, suddenly not sure.
Deacon smiled and then rested one hand on Vico’s shoulder. “We fix her car.”
* * * *
Despite the warm, languid physical afterglow that filled her from the night before, Astrid wondered if she had dreamt the whole thing. She’d woken safely at home, where they had dropped her, and pleasurable memories had filled both mind and body. Memories of a one night stand, she told herself, worried that she’d immediately wanted to see them again. That was all it was, and it had been hellish hot. Spur of the moment, wild and free. Nevertheless, her core fluttered into life and pulsed rhythmically, desire welling in her as she relived the physical memories.
When she arrived at work in a taxi she saw that her car had gone. She darted into her office building, only taking a sidelong glance at the nearby workshop. As she did, she caught sight of her car inside. Once she was in her office she peeped through the blinds, trying to catch sight of one of the guys. Stepping away, she told herself to get on with her work and forget about it. Switching on her computer, she checked through the post in her in-tray while the computer booted.
Mustn’t think about them, she told herself, and then proceeded to think about them a lot. Two hot, fit men, sexual studs. How could she not think about it?
“So, how did it go last night? They didn’t give you any hassle did they?”
Startled from her reverie, Astrid turned to her colleague, Susan, and then smiled when she remembered how Susan had given her a stiff talking-to before she’d left the office for the party the evening before. That trauma was but a distant memory, slipping away in the mists of time, replaced by everything else that happened along the way.
“It went well. I showed my face, and I wasn’t bothered by Roger at all.” I had much better things to think about. “Thanks for your support yesterday. You were right, I’m glad I went. It laid the past to rest.” It had worked out well, despite all those doubts she’d had. In fact, if she hadn’t been going to the party, she might have got a taxi home and arranged for her car to be picked up by her usual mechanic.
Susan chatted a while, and when she returned to her own desk next door she glanced out of the window as she passed. “Hey, there’s a bloke here in overalls, holding up a sign with your name on it.”
“Really?” In her haste to get up, Astrid hit her knee on her desk and tripped over the wheel on her swivel chair.
Deacon was standing in the lawned area below her window, the patch of land that separated their workshop from her building. He saluted when he saw her. He looked so good she could scarcely believe it. Then he lifted the sign he was holding in his hand.
Astrid. We have your spare part. You can call by at lunchtime to collect your car.
Businesslike and to the point. It gave little clue to his mood. Did they regret what had happened? She didn’t. Her mind raced as she thought about their early banter and the underlying tension between the two of them. In the end it hadn’t mattered. The three of them had enjoyed each other. But what did they think of that now? Would it make things awkward between them as business partners?
“Who is he, and is he single?” Susan said, with an approving growl.
The comment snapped Astrid into action and she waved, acknowledging his message.
He nodded briefly, and then strode purposefully towards the workshop. He moved like a limber big cat, all sleek and defined and self-assured. Was it her imagination, or had she seen a twinkle in his eyes as he turned away? I am probably imagining it. Wishful thinking.
“My car wouldn’t start and I had to get them to look it over,” she explained vaguely, wondering what would happen when she went down there.
“Them? There’s more like him?”
Astrid nodded.
Susan looked her over, eyes narrowed, the smile on her face growing. “So you had to go over there first before the party, huh. Well, it’s no wonder you weren’t bothered about Roger.”
Astrid chuckled. “Right on the button there, Susan.”
“You have all the luck,” Susan commented, then paused before she left. “You deserve it, honey. You’ve been stewing on the Roger thing for too long.”
Had she? Yes, she supposed she had, but Deacon and Vico had changed all that. Anticipation built inside her as she thought about going over there again. She wasn’t expecting anything, but seeing them again would be appreciated. She attempted to get back to work, but was fidgety and restless and watched the clock until midday approached.
Finally, it was time.
Her heart raced, and even though she told herself she couldn’t hope for anything other than her car back, her sex was sticky with anticipation by the time she got down the stairs and out the door. As she approached the workshop she glanced up at the sign over the workshop doors. It had taken on a whole new meaning since last night.
THE RIGHT MEN FOR THE JOB.
It made her smile. They were that, and she wasn’t just thinking mechanics.
Her car looked as if it was ready to go. As she walked through the doors Deacon strode out and stood between her and the car, arms folded across his chest. His brow was lowered as he looked at her, his expression inscrutable.
She paused, her heart racing. As she did, a sound behind her made her jump. The workshop doors rolled closed. Vico was behind her, and she stared over her shoulder watching as he drove the bolts home. When their eyes met, his glinted, his mouth moving in a devilish smile. Her heart tripped, and then raced on.
She was trapped in here, with both of them.
Yesterday, that might have freaked her out.
Today, it made her horny as hell.
Chapter Four
“We wanted to see you again.” It was Deacon.
Astrid’s pulse raced, joy blossoming inside her at his words.
He leant over to kiss her and his lips were firm and warm, drawing her up to meet his kiss. An instant reminder of the night before was conveyed in the pressure of his mouth on hers. She flexed against him, desire taking over and decorum abandoned, just as it had been the night before. “I’m glad,” she said, when they drew apart. “I wanted that too.”
Deacon smiled and his fingers went to her hair. His eyes glowed. “Can you stay for a while?”
She nodded. She wanted to claim the two of them back to her again, here in this distinctly male environment—she wanted to flaunt herself and revel in them.
“Every time I see you, I want you,” he whispered, and there was pent up longing there in his voice.
When she looked over her shoulder she saw Vico also looked at her with expectation.
His gaze was so hot and direct. The dynamic between the three of them was powerful and blatant. “And I want you, both of you. I’m horny as hell and it’s your fault.”
Deacon looked her up and down as if looking for proof. Cheeky. If he wanted proof, she’d give it to him. Lifting her top, she pulled it over her head, cast it aside, and then unlatched her bra, her breasts stirring free when released. She threw the bra at Deacon.
He caught it and breathed her scent from it before hanging it over the nearby chair. The way he did that made her sex ache. Cupping her breasts, she stroked her nut-hard nipples. “See what this is doing to me?”
Deacon’s eyes burnt with challenge.
That made her feel even more wild—slightly out of control and drunk on the moment. “I’ve been in my office this morning, barely able to sit still, thinking about what we did last night.” She pulled her skirt up around her hips, and rubbed her hand over the front of her panties, where her clit burnt.
“Jesus Christ,” Vico said, “this is making me so hard.”
“If that’s making you hard, wait till you see this.” Grabbing Deacon, she stepped back and lay over the bonnet of her car, hitching her skirt higher and opening her legs as she rested her heels on the bumper. She chuckled softly when she saw their surprise. “Hey, I have fantasies too, okay?”
“There was me thinking this was another one of mine.” Deacon ran one finger down the outside of her panties, right where they clung in her damp groove, sending her nerve endings into a frenzy. Her body snaked under his touch. The car’s suspension creaked.
“Do you think the car is up to it?” he asked.
“Hey it’s a classic, it’s built to last. Besides it’s my fantasy.”
Vico was at their side. “If we make a dent, we repair it, fair enough. This I have to see.”
Deacon latched his hands around the top of her panties and pulled them off. He rested his head on one side, admiring her as she kicked up her legs to assist. Again he breathed her scent appreciatively from the fabric, and it made her squirm.
“For safe keeping,” he said as he put them in his jeans pocket.
Astrid smiled. “I don’t think my knickers are ever safe when you two are around, but I appreciate you taking care of them.” She was scarcely able to believe that she was lying on the bonnet of her car with her skirt up around her waist while two mechanics with obvious hard-ons watched. She felt alive, vibrant, and it was so good she wanted it to last and last.
Deacon drew his fingers down into the niche of her exposed sex folds, and her breath caught. She drove her hips up to meet his touch, her gaze locked with his. Meanwhile, Vico’s fingers teased delicate circles of pleasure across the open palm of her hand while he kissed her breasts.
“Oh please,” she cried.
Deacon slid a finger inside her and touched the receptive flesh that ringed her inner sex with muscle. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, “inside and out.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she said, and then bit her lip, chuckling.
When her sex clamped around his fingers, Deacon cursed.
“Man alive, I have to feel that on my cock, right now.” He opened his fly and his cock jutted out, hard and solid and long and thick. She whimpered. He shook his head disbelievingly and pulled a condom from his pocket, quickly opening it and rolling it on.
His eyes were wild as he pressed her thighs apart, his cock rigid and hot against her splayed pussy. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her open mouth, while he eased his cock inside. Astrid reached her tongue to flick against his, inviting him further inside her. When she clutched her core around the head of his cock, he groaned and thrust deeper. The shaft of his erection rode up against the front wall of her sex, stretching and pleasuring every ounce of her. Breathless, suffused with pleasure, she cried out as he hit home against her cervix. Their eyes locked, and she saw a look there in his expression that made her chest ache.
In that moment of stillness before the passion swept them away, she glanced over his shoulder at Vico. His eyes sparkled, his contained energy creating static in the atmosphere all around them. He reached out to her and she tugged on his hand, her mind racing with suggestions of its own. The atmosphere had become intense.
“What are you thinking, Vico,” she breathed.
“I think you can probably guess.” He looked at Deacon, his eyes alight.
“Maybe.” She got the word out as Deacon pulled back and then thrust deep. “It's Deacon, isn’t it?”
Deacon froze, and then moved again.
“No,” Vico said, “it’s both of you. I want you both. I’ve been warming Deacon up to the idea.” He st
roked Deacon's backside, and Deacon’s cock seemed to swell even more inside her. Vico paused. “Does it bother you?”
“No. It turns me on even more.” It was the truth, and deep down she knew that’s what the tension between them was about, it was about this.
Deacon began to slow his thrusts. She felt the hesitance that signalled his anticipation. When Vico moved, Deacon looked at her, his eyes dark with lust. She could see that he wanted it. Then he turned to Vico, and Vico grabbed him around the back of his neck and they locked together in a deep and passionate kiss, right over her.
Deacon’s cock swelled inside her, and she cried out. “That is so hot.”
When they parted Astrid saw Vico donning a rubber. She saw him rip open a sachet of lube as well and slick it over the head and shaft of his sheathed cock. Meanwhile Deacon moved slowly, with shallow strokes, his eyes on hers as he waited.
Vico stood behind him, his hands roving over Deacon’s back, and lower, to his hips. Deacon’s shoulders rippled in response, and his eyelids lowered, his lips parting, when Vico stroked him. A low moan escaped his handsome mouth, and his slow thrusts faltered, Astrid knew that Vico had to be readying him. Everything about the way he was responding told her that Vico was preparing him for entry, and that made her so hot that she undulated restlessly under him, unable to help herself.
Deacon cursed, the look in his eyes almost beseeching.
Then Vico started to enter him, and she felt every ounce of it through Deacon’s responses, his body like a conductor between them. His thrusts slowed and then paused, his face contorting with pleasure/pain as he took on the dual pleasure of penetration, and that of being penetrated. She felt his cock reach and grow even harder, like he was about to come. It sent her wild and her legs lifted, her fingernails embedding on his shoulders.
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