“Does she?” Cass asked. He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek and she turned to look at him for the first time since he’d entered her office. His blue-eyed stare was intense, focused on her in a way she wasn’t used to. She’d had men stare, but not like this. Not as if they could read her mind, as if they were memorizing every look, every sigh, every shiver. “Does she still want to?”
“Yes,” Beau said, amusement in his voice. He pressed his thigh up into her and she moaned as it hit her clit just right. He had the most amazing thigh, wide and hard with muscle. Perfect for riding. “Yes, she most definitely does.”
“Good,” Cass crooned into her ear. “I want to watch you come, Marian. It isn’t fair that I missed the first part, the part that has you so wet and ready to come on Beau’s hard thigh.”
“Oh, God,” Marian whispered, the singsong cadence of Cass’s voice and his dirty talk slicing right through her in a pleasurable arc.
“How were you going to make her come?” he asked Beau.
“She was trying to make me slide my hand under her skirt,” Beau said, as if he were accusing her. It thrilled her, being cast in the role of seducer.
“Naughty girl,” Cass said, as if it were an endearment. “I bet you want Beau’s hand on your pretty, wet pussy, don’t you?” There was a long expectant pause and Marian realized Cass wanted an answer. That she wouldn’t get anything if she didn’t give it.
“Mm-hmm,” she murmured. “Yes, please.”
“Please,” Cass said, his voice amused. “You ask so nicely, Marian. As if you weren’t asking for something so dirty. You want Beau to put his finger inside you. I know you do. You want him to fuck you with his finger.”
While he was talking Beau was moving his hand, pushing it under the waistband of her panties. The anticipation was killing her. She squirmed and Beau started to pull his hand away. “No,” she begged.
“No?” Cass said. But she could tell he was teasing. He knew what was going on. She didn’t know how he knew, but he did.
“Yes, yes,” she panted. “Yes, that’s what I want.”
She still had her arm wrapped around Beau’s shoulders and she could feel him laugh quietly. “Don’t you want it too?” she breathlessly teased Beau, silently cheering her own bravado. “Don’t you want to finger fuck me?”
She couldn’t believe how excited she was at having both Beau and Cass there. This was how she’d nearly gotten raped, letting her so-called boyfriend let his friend join them. One friend turned into four and she wasn’t Marian anymore, but a blow-up doll they thought they could use however they wanted. But the fear she expected hadn’t materialized. Maybe because in her head and her heart she knew Cass and Beau weren’t like that at all. Every touch, taste, and whispered command so far had been meant for her pleasure.
“Damn, Marian,” Beau muttered. He slid his fingers into the small thatch of hair on her mons and tugged a bit, just a little sting. She moaned and squirmed. “Yeah, that’s what I want,” Beau said. He let one finger slide farther down, tapping her clit, and she let out a strangled cry, suddenly aware of where they were—in her office, so close to the door, the hallway. Someone walking by might hear her. Her pussy quivered at the thought.
“Give it to her, Beau,” Cass growled. “Nice and slow. I want to hear her and feel her squirm some more when she takes it. Fuck it into her now.”
Marian couldn’t even form words anymore. Cass was in absolute control. She unwrapped her leg from around Beau’s and spread her feet on the floor, giving him room to follow orders. “That’s right, gorgeous,” Beau said. He kissed her cheek, and then licked a path to her mouth. Just as he slid his tongue inside, he pushed his finger into her, and Marian was glad his kiss muffled her cry of pleasure.
His finger was huge, of course. He was a big man everywhere, she knew that. But logic had nothing to do with the way his finger felt as it penetrated her. It parted her with a rough push and she could feel his calluses against the soft, tender flesh inside her. She gasped into his mouth, went up on her toes, torn between getting away from the intense feeling or pressing down on his finger, pushing it deeper and harder into her. The latter impulse won, and she dropped back down on the soles of her feet and moaned as his finger went impossibly deep. God, if his finger felt like this, his cock would be amazing.
“Tell me,” Cass demanded. “Tell me how it feels to have Beau inside you.”
“So good,” she said and then moaned as he pulled it out a little and thrust it back in. “It’s so big and rough, it feels so good. I’m not…I don’t have words.” She gave a little hiccup as he thrust again. She pumped her hips, fucking herself on his hand.
“That’s right,” Cass said, and he sounded so happy, so pleased with her that she couldn’t help feeling a bit smug. She was so good at this, so good at giving Cass what he wanted. Suddenly that seemed the most important thing in the world. So she fucked down onto Beau’s hand again and ground her pussy against it, the palm of his hand rubbing on her clit. It felt so good her whole body jerked.
Cass was breathing heavily into her ear. “Fuck him like that, sugar,” he eagerly told her. “He loves that. Use him to get off.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Beau murmured. He had his head tucked into her neck, looking down where his hand was pressed between her legs. Clumsily she reached down and pulled her tight pencil skirt up so it was folded along her body, giving him a clear view of her pussy. “Damn,” he said. He sounded almost awestruck.
“Tell me what her pussy feels like, Beau,” Cass ordered him.
“It’s so damn hot and tight, Cass,” Beau told him. “Perfect. So soft inside. I’m hurting her. Aren’t I, baby? Too big and rough for this pretty little pussy.” Despite his words he thrust up hard into her and she cried out in sheer bliss at the rough treatment.
“Yes,” she said, hardly able to breathe through the pleasure. “Hurts so good. Don’t stop.”
“Baby likes it rough,” Cass growled. “That’s good. That’s real good. You hear how wet she is? Can’t wait to taste that.”
“Can’t wait,” Beau echoed. He shifted slightly off to the side and pressed his crotch against her hip, his hard cock obvious through his jeans. He rubbed it against her and groaned. “I’m so fucking hard. You make me so fucking hard.”
“I know. I know,” Cass whispered, pressing his cock against her other hip. He was just as hard as Beau, just as big and hot and aroused, and hers. Right this minute, hers.
“Good,” she said. She wanted more words then, but they wouldn’t come to her. Just “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
“Do it,” Cass told him sharply.
Beau pulled his finger out and when he thrust it back in hard, it was bigger. She gasped, and on his next thrust she realized he’d added another finger. She began to tremble.
“She’s close,” Beau told Cass, his voice shaky.
“Stay deep and move inside her,” Cass told him. “I want to see her go off like a rocket.”
Marian knew she ought to protest being talked over rather than to, but she frankly didn’t care at that point. She wanted to go off like a rocket. She hadn’t had an orgasm with a man in over six years. Then Beau pressed hard and deep inside her and began to rub a spot there, her G-spot. She knew it, had found it a time or two herself, and so she knew what was coming. She braced herself, but her orgasm still took her by storm. There was no holding back. She let out a keening cry and her mouth was pressed against Cass’s shoulder, she wasn’t sure by whom. Didn’t care. She bit down and rode the wave of the orgasm, not fighting it, chasing it. When Beau started to slow the movement of his fingers, she tore her mouth away and pleaded, “No, no. Don’t stop. Right there. More.” And he obliged her, until she was shuddering with each pass of his fingers.
Cass was kissing her neck and crooning to her. “You’re so hot, sugar, so sexy when you come like that. Take it. Take it and come some more for me. So fucking sexy,” he murmured. They weren’t love words, but they were the words she wan
ted to hear. There was pleasure and satisfaction and acceptance in those words. He was telling her he understood her desire, he shared it, and he’d satisfy it. No man had ever given her what she wanted like these two just had.
Beau seemed to know when she’d had enough and he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. She moaned and let her head loll back against the wall. Beau didn’t say a word. As she watched he sucked his fingers into his mouth and groaned. He sucked them off, and when he was done he leaned in and kissed her. She could taste herself on his mouth, and liked it, liked his desire to share it with her.
After he broke the kiss, Marian looked between the two men, who were smiling at her. She’d done it. She’d been with two men and the world hadn’t ended. It felt as if a new world had opened to her. But there was one more thing she had to do, one more hurdle before she could say she was truly ready to move on from her past.
Chapter 11
“Your turn,” she said, reaching down and rubbing her hands along the evidence of their arousal. Their cocks were both big and hot through their jeans. She felt a little like a porn star in a bad movie, and she grinned.
“Nope,” Cass said, moving his hips out of her reach. “This was for you.”
“This will be, too,” she told him seriously. He stopped and cocked his head to the side, puzzled.
“There’s more to that admission than I understand, isn’t there?” he asked quietly. Beau kissed her cheek and rested his forehead against the side of her head. His hand gently stroked her shoulder.
“Yes,” she said, but no more. That didn’t belong here. It wasn’t here. But she had to make sure. She needed to give as good as she got if she hoped to have a successful relationship, if not with these two men, then someone else. And she wanted to reciprocate. She adored them both, and would be eternally grateful for what they’d done for her today, even if they didn’t understand it. But eternal gratitude only went so far, and she wanted a more immediate way to say thanks.
Cass moved back into range, but he didn’t do anything to help. On some weird level he knew that she needed to do this herself. Cass was like that. He knew what he shouldn’t, what no one else knew. Marian freed her arm from around Beau’s shoulders, and he straightened next to her, watching her. Beau was always watching. He, too, understood there was meaning here for Marian beyond the physical act.
She unbuttoned Cass’s pants first, and then Beau’s, without freeing their cocks completely. She wanted this to be equal, wanted them to know that they shared equally in her affections. Cass might be questioning that right now, but it was true. She’d kissed Beau without him because she’d needed one of them at that moment, needed the connection so that she didn’t feel so damaged as the old memories came roaring back. But as usual, Cass had come when she hadn’t even realized she’d needed him.
She reached in and pulled their cocks up and out of their underwear. Beau wiggled his hips and his pants slid down a bit, giving her more room to maneuver. Cass simply hooked his thumbs in both underwear and jeans and shoved them down an inch or two.
“I’m close,” Beau said softly. “Sorry, but you were pretty damn hot.”
“Me, too,” Cass said. “You were both pretty damn hot. I’m ready to go. Won’t take much.”
Marian wrapped her hands around their cocks and they moved a little bit in front of her, closer together, so she didn’t have to reach so far. She was glad they were comfortable with one another in this situation. It made it easier to watch both of them at the same time. She pulled on both cocks, ran her hands up to the heads and cupped them. They were wet with pre-cum. She pressed her hands down, the moisture easing her way.
“Damn, girl,” Cass muttered. “Don’t stop.” He pressed in closer until he was inches from Beau, his head tucked down to Beau’s shoulder as he watched Marian’s hands. “Together,” he told her.
It may have been her show, but she let Cass direct. She’d never done this and always wanted to. She tugged Beau a step closer and wrapped both hands around both cocks at the same time, pressing them together. It looked so sexy she thought she might come again, with a little encouragement. Cass was big, and his pale cock had a deep-red head and wore a blush. Beau was even bigger, his cock the same golden color as his skin everywhere else, the head a soft brown, but she could see a pink flush beneath his skin, too. So different and yet so alike. Beau’s head fell back.
“Yes,” he moaned. “God, yes.”
In just three strokes she could feel their cocks grow hard as steel, hot and pulsing.
“Now,” Cass said breathlessly. “It’s gonna be now.” He gave a groan and she almost laughed, it was so perfect, the kind of sound a man only made when he was about to come. Beau’s breath hitched and an almost whimpering sound came from him right before he came, a strong jet of cum shooting up and falling on her wrist. Cass cried out and he came, too, not quite so hard, but just as amazing to watch. The sheen of their cum was caught in a tiny little band of sunlight that cut across her hands where she still held them. Why she found it so arresting, almost beautiful, she didn’t know, but she did. They were warm and softening in her hands and she didn’t want to let go.
“Marian,” Cass whispered in her ear, and she jerked her gaze away from her hands and what they held. “We’ve never done that before. Thank you.” He kissed her cheek. Beau did the same, adding a one-armed hug, too. Cass’s confession and those simple acts meant more to her than flowers or poetry or romance. They made this encounter about intimacy and not sex. His words showed her respect and admiration. And for the first time in a long time, she had respect for herself, because she’d finally faced her demons. At least a couple of them.
Once Cass and Beau left her office, Marian began to shake. She’d practically thrown them out, but they’d been good-natured about it, attributing her sudden shyness and panic to the risk of getting caught. But the truth was, reality had hit her hard. She couldn’t believe what she’d done. With them. Here. She had gone certifiably crazy. Off the deep end. She sat down in her office chair and put her head between her knees, so she wouldn’t pass out.
Cass and Beau had both insisted they needed to talk, but she wasn’t ready for that. She couldn’t believe what a chance she had taken with them. In her office. The inappropriateness of it was shocking. What if someone had walked in?
Marian stayed late at the office, hoping to avoid Cass and Beau. She actually did have paperwork piled high on her desk. Mike and Shannon wanted reports on the players and their recent physicals and workouts at mini-camp. By the time she felt she’d caught up enough to call it a day, she’d missed dinner. When she stepped out of her office, her stomach was rumbling as she turned to lock the door.
“Yoo-hoo,” a man softly said on her left. She spun around in surprise, dropping her keys. Tyler stood at the end of the hallway, about five or six feet away. “This time I stayed back here and gave fair warning,” he said with a smile. “Still too much?”
She laughed and blew out a breath as she picked her keys up off the floor. “No, good,” she said, locking her door with a minimum of clumsiness. She smiled at him and he took a tentative step forward. “It’s just that I wasn’t expecting anyone to be around,” she explained, checking her watch. “It’s pretty late. I assumed everyone else had gone home.” She got suspicious. “Why are you here? Did Cass and Beau put you up to this?”
Tyler continued walking toward her, and when he reached her, she turned and they set out together.
“First, I’d like to know exactly what you think Cass and Beau put me up to, and then I’d like to know why.”
Marian barely spared him a glance, and said nothing.
“That’s what I thought,” Tyler said. “Nobody ever tells me anything.” He sighed dramatically and she laughed.
“Not going to work,” she told him. He pushed open the outside door and held it as she passed him. “Why are you still here?”
“I had an aching thigh,” he said with a shrug. “I was in the whirlpool with
the trainer.” Marian’s eyes got big as she stared at him. She had no idea he and Ashe were an item. “Not together,” Tyler said, rolling his eyes. “Ashe is straight as an arrow. I was in the whirlpool, he was overseeing my hydrotherapy and gave me a massage. Not the kind with a happy ending.”
Marian blushed, both at her erroneous assumption and at the thought of her own happy ending earlier. “Better now?” she asked, avoiding Tyler’s look.
“Better,” he said, a little too casually. He was treading lightly. These damn football players around here were too sensitive by half. “I’m hitting a club tonight with Tom and some other players. Want to go?”
She didn’t, not really. But she didn’t want to sit around her apartment, either, hiding with her phone off like a chickenshit. She knew without a doubt that Cass and Beau would come to find her, and she didn’t want to be there when they did. She couldn’t be alone with them again. They made her do stupid things and make bad decisions. Damn lust hormones.
“Sure,” she told Tyler. “Let me just go home and change. These are work clothes. I need play clothes.”
“The kind you can get dirty in?” Tyler asked with a suggestive grin.
“You wish,” Marian told him as she stopped at her car and unlocked the doors. “I can meet you at the club.”
“I’ll just follow you home,” Tyler said, “and we can go together. We can do rock, paper, scissors for DD.”
“I cheat,” Marian warned him. She so did not want to be designated driver tonight. She had a mind to tie a big, fat, whopping drunk on.
Chapter 12
It didn’t take her long to change. She left her phone out in the living room, and when she heard it ring, she called out to Tyler, “Don’t answer that. I’m off the clock.” She nearly tripped trying to tug her jeans on as fast as she could, so they could be gone before Cass and Beau showed up. She grabbed the first T-shirt she could find, a red, vintage Coca-Cola-logo tee. It was so faded and worn that she normally only wore it on laundry days. Maybe not the best choice, but she was in a hurry.
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