“Pleased to meet you,” I said. “My name’s Ryanne Richmond.” We shook hands. His hand was strong and warm and vast. It made my hand feel frail, but in a good way.
“Yeah! I almost forgot my manners,” Tyler gave me a brief grin. “Tyler Blake.”
“Nice to meet you. Ryanne.” I said.
I let him shake my hand and felt a tingle of excitement. His palm was warm and surprisingly soft. It made me shiver in the best way.
“So?” Jake asked. “What business?”
I smiled.
“Transport,” I said. “You know the bus and freight company Transcor?”
Jake frowned, but Tyler nodded. “They do, like, long-distance buses?”
“Yes,” I nodded back. “That’s right. I am the CEO.”
Both guys stared. Jake put his drink down heavily on the table.
“That’s awesome,” he said.
Tyler nodded. “And demanding, right?”
I turned to him, smiling affectionately. “Yeah. Quite demanding.”
“Wow.”
At that moment, seated opposite these two stunning guys, I felt the naughtiness that had been growing inside me finally take over. I let my leg slide across and gently touch Tyler’s ankle. He tensed and I saw surprise on his face. Then he smiled and took a sip of his drink, letting his leg press into mine.
Oh, I thought as my whole lower body ignited in a way that would have caused a gasp if I let it. I felt his leg slip closer, both of his feet surrounding mine so that my foot was trapped. I sighed. I still had another leg, though. I let it rest close to Jake.
I wonder, I thought.
Jake smiled at me.
“So—what does the workday of a CEO look like?” he asked, leaning forward. He lifted his drink and held it, staring at me in a way that suggested genuine interest.
I smiled, feeling flattered. “Well, I start at eight—if I can get there—so that I can be ready for my first meetings by nine. It’s mostly meetings, reviews, calls…sometimes I have to go places.”
“Places?” Tyler asked. His foot stroked my ankle and my heart flipped. My poor body was aching for him now and I took a sip of my drink to distract it.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Lately, we’ve been sourcing our buses from a major company in Tokyo, so I have to fly there every so often.”
“Tokyo, Japan? Wow,” Jake nodded. “My dad went there once. Sounds awesome.”
“It is,” I nodded. My hand was resting beside his and I felt his move so that his fingers rested beside mine. I smiled, naughtily, and let my hand touch his—a light stroke that I only let gently trace across his hand before I moved mine, reaching for my drink.
I felt Tyler tense. I smiled at him and let my knee probe between his.
I saw Tyler and Jake look at each other. I wondered what they were thinking. I smiled.
We drank another round and I felt my body ignite as Jake took my hand again and Tyler stroked my leg, playing games with his foot. I was heating up and shuddering with longing.
I looked from one to the other of them, not quite believing what I was about to suggest.
“Well, boys?” I said. “Shall we go?”
Jake raised a brow and grinned at Tyler. Tyler stared back. Very deliberately, he nodded.
They stood. I followed. I watched them walk ahead, those big shoulders and narrow waists, those strong legs and those lithe, muscle-bound ways of walking.
My heart racing, body on fire, I walked out with them into the night.
CHAPTER 2: TYLER
I frowned at Jake as we crossed the parking lot behind Ryanne. I couldn’t take my eye from her tall, lithe body. For a businessperson, she was insanely fit—her arms toned, her walk suggesting that she spent every spare hour walking.
“So?” I asked Jake in a whisper. “What are we doing?”
Jake grinned. “It looks like we might be sharing.”
I felt myself flush pink. “You think she wants… wants both of us?” I couldn’t quite believe it. It was something I never imagined actually happening. Not to me, for certain.
“Yeah,” he nodded, grinning. “Seems that way, anyhow. You game?”
I frowned. She had reached a car—an elegant pale-colored sports car whose make I couldn’t guess in this darkness—and we didn’t have much time.
“Well…” I said uneasily. “Depends on you.”
I couldn’t imagine doing this, but, as I looked at her, so elegant and exciting, I couldn’t imagine not. I was really interested. Of all the girls in my years as a football player—and I had to admit there had been quite a few of them—I didn’t recall meeting anyone that excited me like this.
We reached the car. I looked at Jake.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
He grinned at me.
She smiled, a sharp grin that sent blood pulsing everywhere but my head.
“So?” She said. She had her neck tilted, her hair starting to loosen from the bun she wore it in. Black and smooth, just a little wavy, it was like a cloud of ink. I wanted to feel it.
“So!” Jake nodded.
I shrugged. “We’re off?”
She grinned. “If you can fit. I won’t say who’s getting in the front seat. You guys can decide.”
Her eyes made a challenge of it. I looked at Jake. We shrugged.
“I’ll get in,” Jake said.
I shrugged again and slid in through the door ahead of her, scrambling into the back.
Jake got in beside her and she sat down at the wheel.
I saw Jake reach to put a hand on her thigh and I felt something strange happen in my chest. At once arousal and a stab of envy, it was a strange cocktail of emotions. I wanted her so much it was hurting, and seeing his hand stroke up her thigh made me at once excited and envious.
I reached over, letting my hand stroke the soft skin of her shoulder. Two could play at this game, I thought confidently. I saw Jake’s eyebrow raise and I let my finger play just inside the place where her top met her chest. She tensed and then laughed.
“Boys,” she said, turning around, “I am driving. Keep hands to yourselves.”
We both laughed.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jake said.
She laughed again. “Well, I’m glad there’s no disagreement,” she said easily. She had a nice voice—a smooth accent that was easy to listen to, lower pitched than I’d heard. Her voice did something weird to me, making my cock ache and my brain fizzle.
“Let’s go,” she said.
I leaned back, and she turned us in the car park; then we hit the road, speeding us off into the night.
We reached her place about half an hour later. A tall, elegant building with perhaps three floors, she drove smoothly into the garage and then turned to us.
“I’m on the top floor. Let’s go.”
We all got out and headed up the stairs. By the time we reached the third floor, us walking behind her—I didn’t mind a chance to admire her sexy curves—I was turned on.
“This it?” Jake asked as we stopped opposite a white-painted door with a brass number 13.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good,” Jake said. He reached for her and his hands squeezed her waist. I felt that strange mix of arousal and envy that had taken up residence inside me again. I heard her gasp and giggle and my erection strained and grew.
We all entered the apartment together. She shut the door quietly and locked it. Then we looked at each other.
“So,” she whispered, reaching to turn on the light. “Where do we start?”
“Well, here,” Jake murmured. He stepped up and kissed her.
I stared. Dammit, why didn’t I think of things like that? Jake tended to move first among us—he seemed to have an easy confidence I lacked. I watched as his mouth pressed on hers and my hard member ached unbearably.
I stepped in behind her. That hard butt pushed against my waist. I groaned as it pressed my erection and I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her against me. I heard
Jake laugh and grip her harder, pulling her away from me, against him.
When his lips moved from hers, she laughed. “Boys! Play nicely,” she teased.
I saw Jake laugh. I stayed where I was, my hands on her waist, drawing her to me. Jake rested a hand on her shoulder.
“You have a bed?”
She laughed.
“What a thing to say!” she said. “Of course I have a bed.”
We walked through the elegant sitting room—all white and chrome and laminated floor—and into the bedroom.
I saw her lightly walk across the stylish floor and then close the curtains. She turned to us.
“So?” she said, her lips twisted in a grin. She looked aroused, too, her lipstick slightly smeared from a kiss, eyes dark and shining. Her head was tipped back, hair loose now. I felt my groin ache, and I took a step toward her, but she wriggled past and sat down on the bed, slipping off her shoes as she did so.
I sat down behind her, and Jake sat beside her. I wrapped my arms around her and let my hands wander up to the buttons of her shirt. Jake was already stroking her thigh. She laughed.
“Well! If I’m getting nude, you two also need less on.”
She started stroking Jake’s chest and my face flushed. I wished it was me under those fine hands. But she was, after all, giving me the pleasure of being the one to undress her.
And a pleasure it was, I thought.
I started unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time. My whole body was shivering as I reached in and felt her breasts, encased in satin. I winced as my member throbbed. This was hard. I was so aroused every movement threatened to make me spend myself.
She had taken Jake’s shirt off and he was kissing her again, one hand on her arm. I drew her shirt down. He smiled and kissed her throat.
Dammit, I thought as he reached lower, kissing the place where the bra met her chest. I felt her lie back against me, and I sighed as her naked skin leaned against my chest. I suddenly wished I was nude too.
My hands gripped her breasts, cupping them. I felt as Jake moved lower, drawing one of the satin sections of the bra down, straining to kiss her breast. I nodded to myself and unclasped her bra, feeling almost as if I could sense his impatient desire.
Her bra fell from her shoulders as Jake started to kiss and touch her breasts. I felt myself ache harder as I watched him. I could see her white skin and the pink of her nipples and I wanted so much to be doing what he was doing. My cock was rock hard now, pressed against her back. I could feel her move and each motion communicated itself to the place I needed attention most.
I growled in my throat and slid my hand down her pale abdomen, reaching for the fastenings of her pants. I slid them open and let my hand go into them, feeling the soft fabric of her undies. I groaned aloud.
She giggled and slid backward so she lay on the bed. I felt bereft as she slid off my chest and Jake fell on her, kissing her, letting his chest press onto her.
“My turn,” I whispered, pushing him gently aside.
He laughed.
“Fair’s fair,” he agreed, and stood, moving position.
I kissed her.
My tongue slid into her sweet mouth. I let it taste her, surprised by how warm and tight her mouth felt. Every motion made my body ache.
I leaned back and slid my shirt off. Then I moved lower, letting my body touch hers. I started kissing her neck and she groaned, the sound working through me and making me grit my teeth to control my urges. I moved lower, my hand cupping a breast. They were full and warm and I wanted to suck them.
I was shivering where I lay, my face buried against her skin, when Jake moved onto the bed. He was naked now and I tried not to look at him too closely. Sure, I’d seen him nude before—we’d probably all caught glimpses of each other in undress—but seeing him like this was a bit intimate.
He sighed and lay down beside her, pressing his nakedness against her. I felt another stab of envy as she rolled toward him, her body pressed to his. I stood and started to undress, feeling my cock straining desperately to be free.
I lay down behind her. I bit my lip as my groin throbbed.
I could hear Jake, breathless, as he pressed his body against hers. He was moving, rubbing his erection at the place where her thighs parted. I wanted to be doing that. I pressed myself against her, wincing with agony as my body throbbed.
***
I lay on my back as Jake parted my legs to enter me. I stared up at his face. Beside me, I could feel the warmth of Tyler. I felt him grip my arm as Jake plunged into me.
I almost screamed, but not with pain—the intensity of pleasure almost was painful, though. I had never been so aroused in my life—my pussy was dripping and he was huge and firm and filled me, driving into me with a sweet skill that made that hard dick rub on every place in me that felt good. I started panting.
I considered Tyler beside me. I let my body roll over and pressed my butt against him as Jake stared at me. He was still inside me but would have to lie down if he wanted to stay like that.
Tyler moved in behind me, and Jake frowned.
“Yes?” He whispered.
I nodded, though I had to admit a fear. I had experienced backdoor sex before and knew it could hurt. With a guy in the front door as well, I had a thought it could be painful. I shrugged.
“If you hurt me, I’ll scream,” I whispered. Levine hadn’t cared too much about hurting me. It was one of the things that I’d finally decided was more than I could handle.
I felt Tyler tense behind me.
“I’d never hurt you,” he whispered in my ear. I felt myself melt.
“I’ll hold you to that,” I said tightly.
He breathed into my neck.
“If I hurt you, tell me,” he whispered.
I nodded, breathlessly. “Use lubricant,” I whispered curtly.
Then I forgot everything as he did as I’d instructed and Jake entered me.
My body exploded in a thousand pieces, each piece informed by my nerves that it was experiencing the greatest pleasure I’d ever imagined. Jake was good, pressing himself against each part that felt good. And Tyler was so careful that the only indication I had that he was inside me was a delicious, tingling, stretching feeling that played on my nerve endings in a way that made me scream, but in pleasure, not in pain. I never knew it could feel like that.
I came.
It was almost instant.
They carried on moving. I felt Jake getting closer and he cried out, then Tyler collapsed behind me. We all lay like that, the sweat cooling on our bodies, and my mind taking ages to return from the place of crazy pleasure that had carried me.
CHAPTER 3: RYANNE
I woke up with bruises in strange places. And feeling the strange warmth of two bodies.
I shifted in bed. Beside me, Jake stirred. I studied his handsome, sleeping face. His nose was long and straight, his lips and chin so beautiful that I couldn’t have even imagined them. I let myself smile, remembering the night. I felt someone move.
“Tyler,” I whispered to myself.
I could feel the warmth of his body and I suppressed an urge to turn around and look at him too. I didn’t want to wake either of them. I let myself lie there, feeling the sweet warmth that filled my whole body.
I had never, ever felt like this.
I sat up when I saw the clock. It was nine A.M. It might be a Saturday, but that didn’t mean I could sleep late. I had an appointment with my trainer, and I’d promised a friend we’d do lunch.
“Okay, boys,” I said in a whisper.
It was time for them to get up.
I let myself slide to the end of the bed and stood.
I glanced at the bed, feeling amused. They lay there like two granite outcrops—all bulky muscle and lean backs, long legs and smooth waists and beautiful anatomy-book musculature. I felt my body ache with longing.
“Okay, boys,” I said again. When neither of them woke I went to the shower.
I let the
hot water sluice down my body and I washed myself, feeling invigorated and more alive than I had in ages. I wanted to sing, but I didn’t want to wake them. I was playing with the idea of slipping out and leaving them here. Just to see what would happen. I didn’t know why, but the thought filled me with such a sense of delicious mischief that I couldn’t resist.
I dried myself off, then walked out of the bathroom, wanting to see what was happening out there.
Jake was sitting up. I saw him look round and Tyler’s eyes opened and he shot upright. I almost giggled.
“Where?”
I let myself walk lightly across the floor to the closet, wanting to laugh.
“There you are,” Jake smiled. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I said, letting just a little frostiness creep into my voice. It was all very well to spend a night in my bed, but that didn’t mean you could get all familiar.
I frowned at myself. What had gotten into me?
“You’re up early,” Jake continued boldly.
“It’s Saturday,” I said firmly.
“You have to work out?” Tyler guessed.
I smiled. I felt a genuine warmth for Tyler just then.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “That’s it.”
Jake frowned. “Well, I guess we should get up and go.”
“You can shower first,” I said quickly.
He grinned. “You mean, you’ll keep two dirty guys off the street?”
I had to laugh then. His eyes twinkled with amusement.
“That’s about right,” I agreed.
We all laughed. Tyler was already standing, gathering his clothes. I appreciated the effort he made to straighten the bedsheets under Jake, who was searching for his socks, his muscled back bowed as he reached under the bed.
“Well,” I said, getting out my clothes for the day, “I can offer you coffee, and then I’ll have to ask you to go.”
Jake raised a brow. “Wow,” he said. “that’s pretty harsh.”
I grinned humorlessly. “That’s life,” I said.
Jake shrugged. “You want to go shower?” he said to Tyler, who also shrugged. He was holding his shirt and trousers in his hand, beautifully nude.
“Okay.”
He went to the bathroom while I got dressed. I ignored Jake, who was still intent on gathering his clothes. I dressed. When I turned around, he was watching me.
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