by Lila Dubois
Preston ran his hand through her hair. “How do you feel?”
Her courage deserted her. She didn’t respond, but instead buried her face in Lance’s neck. How could she answer that question? She felt too much right now. Pain, confusion, arousal, heat, need. Everything. They made her feel everything.
They wouldn’t let her hide from them, from her body’s responses. Lance eased her up, and Preston took her arms, forcing her to stand.
He pulled her back against his chest, his hands roaming over her breasts and belly. One thigh pressed against the seam of her ass, and as he pinched her nipple, he pushed his leg against the base of the plug, shifting it inside her. Carly moaned, lifting her arms, reaching back to bury her fingers in his hair. He kissed her neck and shoulder, both hands on her breasts, stroking the undersides, cupping the full weight to thumb her nipples.
Her pussy ached, wanting, needing, to be filled, but Preston’s hands stayed away from her aching core.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Please what?” Preston asked.
“Touch me.”
“Where?”
Infuriating man. “Here.” Carly took her hand from Preston’s head, slid it down her belly to her sex. She was wet, slippery. A little gasp escaped as she touched herself, circling her clit with her middle finger.
“No, Carly.” Preston grabbed her hand and pulled it away. “You have to wait.” He grabbed the base of the plug and tugged it, stretching and stimulating her.
“Damn it. Let me up,” Lance growled. “Or bring her over here.”
“Let’s leave that decision to Carly,” Preston whispered. “We don’t want to overwhelm you.” He squeezed her breasts.
“I’m ready.” She was so aroused she didn’t care about anything but satisfying the need burning inside her. Unlike last time, she wasn’t worried about it. These were her men, her partners. They were going to build a future together. That idea wasn’t as overwhelming as it had once been. In fact, Carly was looking forward to it.
Pulling away from Preston, she straddled Lance’s chair. As soon as she was close enough, he grabbed her, pulling her against him and taking a nipple in his mouth. Only when he’d roughly sucked both nipples, drawing them out until they were large, hard and aching, did he release them with a pop.
His cock brushed her belly, and she felt him shudder.
“Stand up a bit.”
Lance angled his cock when she lifted her hips again. The broad, wet tip stroked her clit before sliding down the cleft of her pussy to the entrance of her body.
“Wait,” she said, suddenly nervous. “I don’t think it’s going to work.”
“What’s not going to work?” Preston asked.
“Yes, it is,” Lance said, pressing harder. The raging bull had returned. Only this time, she recognized the need driving him. She felt the same. He guided her hips down, the tip of his cock entering her, stretching her, filling her. The plug in her ass shifted, the pressure sending a shiver through her.
“You’re too big.” Despite her protests, Carly’s body screamed at her to sink down, to let Lance’s thick cock fill her.
“It’ll fit,” Preston said. She looked over her shoulder to see him kneeling behind her. He took the base of the plug and twisted it.
“Damn, I can feel that,” Lance said.
Preston pressed the plug deeper. “Do you like it, Carly?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I can’t wait anymore.” Lance pulled her hips farther down and, little by little, they came together. The plug in her ass made it almost unbearably tight, and she could feel each inch of his hard length pushing into her.
“Oh God,” Carly whispered, burying her face in Lance’s hair. Little shivers wracked her, and her nipples felt so hard and tight that the slightest brush of his chest against them sent electric sparks zinging through her.
“I need to move,” Lance said. “My balls are going to explode if I don’t come soon.”
Carly tried to help, to brace her feet so she raise and lower herself. She was riding Lance, but she couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think. Instead, she gave herself over, letting him guide her hips.
“So fucking sexy,” Preston said.
“Carly, lean back.” Lance braced one hand on the small of her back and pressed her toward their other lover. “We shouldn’t leave Preston out.”
Carly tipped her head, staring at Preston. His eyes were so dark they appeared black. There were spots of color on his cheeks. As she watched, he pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock. He cupped her neck with one hand as his cock brushed her cheek, her lips.
Carly turned her face to Preston, opened her mouth and took him in. The tip pressed against her cheek until she turned her head more, allowing him to thrust deeper into her mouth.
“Damn, that’s sexy.” Lance held her still for a moment, then he started moving again.
Carly felt like she was falling, like she’d end up sprawled on the floor. She reached out and grabbed hold of Preston, snaking one arm between his legs to hug his thigh, the other clinging to the same arm that held her head.
She was suspended between them, dependent entirely upon them to hold her. Twisted and bent, she couldn’t move on her own. It was up to them to thrust into her, to move her in ways that pleasured all of them. The plug shifted with each rocking motion of her hips, making her terribly aware of her ass even as Lance’s cock filled her pussy. Preston’s dick slid between her lips, pressing until she focused enough to slide her tongue down, stroking his hard, hot length as he pumped in and out of her mouth.
“I’m going to come.” Lance’s hand squeezed her breast as he slammed her onto his cock. Preston cupped her neck and shoulders with both hands, thrusting deep.
Lance came, groaning in pleasure.
“My turn.” Preston’s voice was husky. “Carly, I need your pussy.”
She barely registered his words before Preston drew her up. Lance’s eyes were heavy-lidded, and he sat limply in the chair. Preston pushed her to the dresser, her arms and shoulders resting on the cool surface.
“It was so hot watching him fuck you while you sucked my cock.” Preston’s words were rough, crude, but in her present, over-stimulated state, they were the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
“I want your cock in me,” she whispered. “Please.”
His hand went to her ass. He tugged on the plug, drawing it out, only to push it back in oh-so-slowly.
“Oh, oh God.”
“You’re so sexy like this,” Preston said.
“Move. I can’t see.” Lance’s words were sharp.
Carly blushed while Preston stepped to the side, suddenly remembering there was an audience, someone watching as Preston fucked her anally with the plug.
“Put your hands against the wall. I’m going to fuck you. I’m sorry, Carly, but I can’t be gentle.”
She’d barely flattened her hands on the wall before Preston’s cock was sliding into her. When his hips brushed her ass, his body pushed against the plug, forcing it deeper. He pulled out slowly, then slid in with a kind of deliberate precision that drove her wild.
“Faster, please,” she begged.
As if her words had broken something inside him, Preston slammed into her, fucking her so hard and fast her breasts bounced, her whole body shaking from the force.
“Damn it, let me up,” Lance demanded, but Carly and Preston were lost in their own world, one made purely of sensation and overwhelming need.
“I’m close,” Carly whispered. “My clit, touch my clit.”
“Bring her here,” Lance demanded.
Preston spun them around, and Lance grabbed her arms, drawing her to him. Carly’s head dipped down, taking Lance’s semi-erect cock in her mouth. Preston repositioned himself and slid into her again. Hands were on her nipples, pulling and twisting. On her clit, circling and rubbing. There was a cock in her pussy and her mouth and a plug buried deep in her ass.
She came, overw
helmed by the physical pleasure and the psychological reality of what she was doing. The orgasm swept through her, making the muscles in her belly and legs shake. Her fingernails dug into Lance’s legs as her pussy squeezed hard around Preston’s dick.
When it was over, she lifted her mouth from Lance, gasping for air, Preston still buried in her.
“Holy shit,” Carly whispered, looking first at Lance, then over her shoulder at Preston. The men looked as stunned by what they’d just experienced as she felt.
Maybe this was going to work out after all.
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Chapter Eight
Carly wasn’t sure if Preston had climaxed. “Did you come?”
He smiled, looking satisfied and a little sleepy. “No man could keep from coming with you wrapped around his cock.”
Carly blushed and looked away. She started to rise, but Preston put a hand on her back. “Hold on. I need to take the plug out.”
Lance held her steady as Preston tugged on the toy. The widest part came out, and then the rest slid easily from her. A wave of pleasure so strong it might have been another orgasm shook her. Lance gathered her onto his lap as Preston walked away.
“Are you okay?” Lance asked.
“Yes.” She laughed. “I’m a bit more than okay.”
“Good. And I’m sorry I was too rough before.”
She met his gaze. “I don’t mind rough, but you could at least buy a girl a drink first.”
Lance’s brow furrowed. “You want me to buy you a drink?”
Carly shook her head, still grinning. “It’s a joke.” A muscle in her back cramped and she stood, stretching. “That was a bit of a workout.”
“Untie me.”
Carly raised a brow.
“Carly,” Lance growled.
“Maybe I should check and see what else is in that box.”
She went to the side of the bed as Lance grumbled and tried to slide the ropes down enough so he could bend and unfasten his ankles. From the sounds of running water, she assumed Preston was in the en suite bathroom. With Preston out of sight and Lance still bound to the chair, she peeked into the toy box. Feeling lighthearted and giddy, she grabbed something and spun to face Lance.
She held up the flogger, keeping her face as stern as she could. “Have you been good, Mr. Glassco?”
Lance’s eyes narrowed. “Preston has a flogger?”
“You should see some of the stuff in that box.”
The door opened and Carly turned, hiding the flogger behind her back.
“How are you doing, Carly?” Preston bent to put the plug away.
Before she could think twice, Carly smacked his very fine ass with the flogger. It made a dull meaty noise. Preston jerked forward, falling onto the bed, his eyes narrowed. With a squeak, Carly ran for Lance. Dropping onto his lap, she couldn’t help but giggle as Preston stood and rubbed his ass.
“Protect me,” she begged Lance jokingly.
“I might, if you’d untied me.”
Before she could scramble away, Lance turned her over his knee and landed a firm swat on her upturned ass. Carly gasped and tried to wriggle away, only to be rewarded with another spank.
“Naughty girl,” Preston said. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw he now held the flogger she’d dropped.
“I was just playing,” she said, smacking Lance’s leg. “Let me up.”
“Did you like it when Lance spanked you?” Preston asked.
“N…no.”
“I think you’re lying. I think you like the idea of being spanked. I’ve thought that ever since the night we went out to dinner. You were far too interested in knowing what would happen if you didn’t obey.”
“No, I wasn’t.” The protest was weak. The idea of a spanking sounded hot, but when she was bent over Lance’s knee, her ass still tingling, it was an even sexier notion.
However, it seemed like a very bad idea to admit to these two, who already did things to her, and made her feel things that were overwhelming.
“You like corporal punishment?” Lance pinched her ass, making her squeal. “This relationship is getting better and better.”
“Hold her down.” Preston twirled the flogger in his hand.
“Preston,” Carly squeaked, a second before the leather thongs landed across her ass. It hurt, but it was a dull, warm pain that aroused her. “Oh God,” she whimpered.
Preston swung the flogger once more. Carly closed her eyes, amazed by the sensations pummeling her. Heat laced with a stinging ache combined, provoking a tingling arousal in her pussy that needed satiation.
“You enjoy that? The spanking, the flogging?”
“Yes, yes,” she moaned.
Lance’s fingers pressed between her thighs, and slid between the lips of her sex to stroke her clit. Carly wanted to cry with relief. She was so sensitive that with only a few brushes of his fingers, she came again, facedown over Lance’s lap with Preston standing over her, flogger in hand.
This time when the orgasm was over, she rolled off Lance’s lap onto her hands and knees, and crawled to the bed. Pulling herself up, she flopped down on the mattress on her back.
“The next man who touches me gets kicked in the balls.” Her entire body was throbbing. “I need a break.”
“Fair enough,” Preston said, but he leaned over and kissed her, a soft, gentle brush of his lips against hers that had her heart flip-flopping in her chest.
*****
Lance stretched his legs as Preston undid the straps, then untied the rope. Their eyes met and Lance felt something he couldn’t explain. He’d have to spend time later thinking about why he found it so sexy watching Carly and Preston together. He took his turn in the bathroom. When he came out, Carly slipped in, her hand stroking his waist as she passed him. He pulled on his underwear and pants before grabbing the chair and carrying it back to Lance’s spare room. His office doubled as a guest room. Lance’s suitcase was in the corner since Preston had offered to let him stay here while he was on the West Coast.
Putting the chair in the corner, he set his suitcase on it and pulled out a fresh shirt. As he buttoned it, he looked over at the desk. A spreadsheet on the top of the stack caught his eye. Remembering the financial report Preston had jokingly asked him to look at, he picked it up and glanced over the figures.
Numbers were where Lance was comfortable. People weren’t his forte, but give him a list of figures to play with and it was like he’d come home.
The pages looked like a complete financial report, pretty standard, a bit boring. He flipped through, wondering why Preston thought it needed to be looked at. He was a chemist, wasn’t he? Surely there was a financial department at the company.
Though he hadn’t been doing more than flicking through pages, something struck him. He went through a second time. The numbers seemed off.
Backing up to the couch, he sat down and started rapidly flipping through the pages, checking the figures.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there before a voice interrupted him.
“Lance?”
Carly was standing in the doorway. She was wearing her dress again, but he could see by the way it gaped she wasn’t wearing anything under it. As enticing as the view of her nipple was, he wasn’t distracted by it.
“We were going to watch a movie or play a game. You want to join us?”
Lance shook his head. “No. Where’s Preston?”
Carly must have noticed something in his expression. “He’s downstairs. Is everything okay?”
Lance held up the papers. “No, it’s not.”
Half an hour later, Preston was sitting at the dining room table, head held in both hands as he looked at the sheets.
“Are you sure about this, Lance?” Carly set a cup of coffee in front of Preston.
“Yes.”
“Fuck.” It was the first thing Preston had said in several minutes.
“Why did you have these?” Lance asked.
“I’m a partn
er in the company,” Preston said. “I don’t have anything to do with the admin part, mainly because I don’t want to have anything to do with it. I handle the research side, nothing else.”
“Well, someone is stealing from you.” The first few pages of the report listed overall totals for various departments. Subsequent pages itemized expenses for each of the main categories. The itemized page for research expenses listed three items with the exact same dollar amounts as three items on the admin supplied itemized report. The names of the items were different, but given that they were specific amounts: $35,812.60, $42,231.80 and $29,554.15, it was highly unlikely it was a coincidence; Bedford’s Law said so.
“Maybe it was a mistake, someone cut and pasted into the wrong category.”
“Then you have a very stupid bookkeeper.”
“And you’re sure it’s not a coincidence?”
“It’s possible, but the probability of that happening three times is highly unlikely. Also, they’re listed in the same order, which is just stupid.”
“Fuck. Fuck.” Preston took a sip of coffee, grimaced, then got up and poured himself a drink instead.
“So someone stole about a hundred thousand dollars, but put in fake expenses?” Carly asked. “Why wouldn’t they just make up random numbers?”
Lance pointed at the bottom line. “Actually it’s $107,598.55. They’re probably using the same receipts or invoices for both the real charges and the fake.”
“Someone would have noticed that,” Preston said.
“Are these departments supervised by the same people?” Lance asked.
“No.” Preston tossed back a second drink, grimacing.
“Exactly. Whoever did this probably knows that.”
There was a moment of tense silence, then Preston returned to the table. “This is not the end to this day that I’d expected.”
“Sorry.” Lance touched Preston on the shoulder, not sure how to comfort his friend.
“No.” Preston held up a hand. “I’ve always considered those reports a formality, nothing more, so I might never have seen that.”