by Brandi Evans
I hoped he didn’t expect me to answer—kinda had a mouthful here. Obviously not, because he went right back to kissing my pussy. He flicked my screaming clit with the tip of his tongue and I almost bit Max’s dick.
Come on, Max. Tell me I can blow you already. I’m dying here.
Max brushed flyaway hair from my face. A mix of desire and amusement twisting his voice into the most alluring words I’d ever heard. “You may suck me now, Bree.”
Words for a girl to come by…
I wrapped my lips, my tongue around his bulky sex and drew him as deep as I could manage. I swallowed, the back of my throat clasping around his head, allowing him to go deeper.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Max groaned. “Take as much of me as you can.”
With deep, slow strokes, Max fucked my mouth. “I always thought your tongue and lips would be good for more than sweet-talking customers and I was right.”
Always thought? So he’d contemplated me sucking him off before tonight? I didn’t know which was more enticing. His words or his cock sliding against my tongue.
Max’s fingers fisted into my hair. “Can you take even more?”
I nodded as best as I could.
He shoved his sex in deeper. “More?”
My eyes watered. I was so close to choking but still I nodded. If this was the only night I spent with Max, I wanted to make it a night to remember.
Max laughed, thrusting deeper but slower, so he was less likely to choke me. “Why aren’t you this subservient when it comes to your job? Always arguing with me, standing up to me…
Well, if I’d known these were the kind of benefits I’d receive for my submission, I would have accepted his total dominance years ago.
Garrett’s slow pussy-kisses turned from teasing to tormenting. He sucked my clit into his mouth, jiggled it between his tongue and teeth. Pleasure shot through my body, a beautiful prelude to orgasm. But then he pulled back
Damn it, no! Not again.
“Easy, girl,” Garrett murmured. “Can’t have you exploding all at once, now can we? Gotta drag this out a little.”
And why the hell not?
“Be nice, Garrett.” Max slid his cock from my mouth and dropped to one knee. He caressed my cheek, traced his thumb over my lips in another tender touch that confirmed my previous suspicion. This was more than a quick, meaningless fuck.
Or maybe passion was getting the better of me. Max was probably just an extremely passionate lover. Either way, lucky, lucky me.
“She’s being such a good girl,” Max said to Garrett, but his gaze never left mine. “Taking what we give her. I don’t think another orgasm is too much to give her, do you?”
“Fine by me, man.” Garrett used both big hands to spread me wide. “Besides, I’ll enjoy making this one come again. She gets all juicy.”
I moaned with the pleasure of it all. “Oh that feels good… ”
Garrett’s tongue played between my folds, scampered over my clit, fast flicks that worked the bud. I clenched my pussy muscles together. I was so close.
Again.
I loved how he knew exactly how to eat me for maximum holy-shitness. He kissed me as if he were starving, his noisy slurps echoing around the room.
“Oh yes.”Almost every muscle in my body twitched with the sensitivity. “Yessss.”
“That’s it,” Max said. “Come for us, Bree. Come for Garrett and Max.”
The orgasm hit me like a tsunami. I rocked, jerked, yanked so hard against my restraints my torso rose from the desk. Garrett’s fingers dug into my hips and held me down. As I convulsed against the passion, Max captured my mouth, swallowed my cries of pleasure.
Both men kissed me hard, and they continued until the raging inferno of my orgasm cooled. Until my entire body went limp and my head rolled toward the floor.
After six months of no sex, I was entirely out of shape and totally unprepared for my two lovers.
They moved around the desk, but I was too spent to lift my head and investigate. Hell, I was too spent to open my eyes. Good thing breathing was an involuntary action. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and die from erotic bliss.
“Help me turn her over,” Max said.
I didn’t even attempt to protest when they rolled me to my back. Strike that, I couldn’t protest. With my arms still bound behind me, the new position should have hurt, but my body was too numb to notice any discomfort.
I squinted against the light directly above me as Garrett moved around the desk, and I received my first look at him naked. He was every bit as muscled as Max, but a bit bulkier—and way more inked. Webs of blue and black crisscrossed his arms, but shockingly, the rest of him was remarkably tat-free. Still, he created one nice visual.
Garrett caressed my jaw as he leaned down and kissed me. My passion flavored his mouth, and I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. One of his hands found one of my breasts and twisted a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinched and tugged until the bud burned.
Max’s hand joined Garrett’s. Both men pawing me, incredible and different than having one man playing with my breasts simultaneously. Each had his own agenda, squeezing in a different way. Max’s caresses agenda, squeezing in a different way. Max’s caresses were softer, gentler, as if rewarding me for sucking him so well. While Garrett’s fondling was more fierce, a man in desperate need of release.
All too soon though, Max’s hand moved away, and a few moments later, something soft and cool slithered behind my right knee and drew my leg back toward my chest.
Crap, was I being tied again?
I broke from Garrett’s kiss. “Am I not already restrained enough?”
Max gave the inside of my tied leg a playful slap. “A woman can never be restrained too much.”
Laughter rumbled from Garrett’s throat. “In case you haven’t noticed, love, my old friend has a thing for bondage. And watching.”
His words flicked a switched in my brain. Garrett and Max had done this before, tag-teamed a woman into erotic oblivion.
I didn’t quite know how that made me feel. Should I be honored they’d chosen to subdue me? Pissed I was just another conquest?
I didn’t have time to contemplate the questions—
Max had finished tying my other leg. I lay bound in a modified spread-eagle position—legs spread but knees bent and pulled back toward my torso. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so exposed in my life.
Max placed his hands on my inner thighs and squeezed. His gaze locked on my displayed pussy as if he were trying to decide what to do to me first. The arousal darkening his eyes was beyond sexy. The anticipation made me wet all over again. Well, wetter anyway.
Max licked his lips. “She’s creaming again.”
Garrett tugged me toward him until my head hung off the side of the desk. “She does that a lot. Fucking sexy, isn’t it?”
“Oh yeah… ” Max swirled the pads of his fingers over my clit.
I jumped. “Easy, Max… too sensitive.”
Max didn’t listen. Or care. He kept rubbing away.
Garrett tapped his dick against my cheek. “What do you say you take care of this for me, and then… maybe I’ll talk Max into untying you. Then again, maybe we’ll leave you bound until we’re ready to fuck you again.”
Not sure which visual had me opening up and taking him, but either totally worked for me. He pushed in slow and not too deep. His cock may not have been as long as Max’s, but he was considerably thicker. I caressed his hardness with my lips, my mouth, sucking until I couldn’t take any more. I traced every contour of his length with my tongue, as hungry for him as I’d been for Max.
And speaking of Max, why wasn’t he touching me?
What in god’s name was he doing? Just watching? I knew damn well he was still hard, but I couldn’t see him anymore. All I knew for sure was my pussy was getting cold.
“Hell yeah… ” Garrett growled, both his hands finding my breasts and hanging on as he set a
faster pace.
“Are you gonna drink me dry when I come, Bree?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I groaned around his cock, a low, guttural sound.
“Good, good, girl.”
His words were followed by the sound of something ripping from Max’s side of the desk. The box of condoms? Had to be. I wanted to scream to the heavens.
After two long years, Maxwell Penn was finally
— finally— going to fuck me.
Chapter Three
Apprehension tightened every muscle in my body.
Oh god, it was really happening! Wasn’t it? With my luck, the entire sordid night would turn out to be a dream. Or quite possibly, when that overexcited bride-to-be had accidentally shoved me into the table of couples’ toys earlier, she’d actually knocked me senseless and I was unconscious in a hospital bed somewhere.
The tearing of a foil wrapper wrenched my body even tighter. I wished I could see Max, watch him as he took me.
Max’s erection pressed against my sex. “Relax, Bree,”
he said, rubbing his hands over my lower belly as he tried to breach me, “you’re squeezing the shit out of my dick, baby.”
Relax? He wanted me to relax?
Garrett wrapped a hand around the back of my head and held me steady—his pounding losing rhythm. Each thrust gagged me, but invigorated me at the same time.
“Come on, Bree,” Max crooned, “let me in, baby.” He pushed harder against my clenched pussy.
Somehow I found the will and, millimeter by millimeter, my body softened. Max rewarded my submission with his cock. The stretching pleasure of his erection filled me as he pushed in slow and deep.
“That’s it, Bree,” Max groaned. “Yeah. That’s it… ”
I squeezed my feminine muscles around his thickness. My eyes rolled back in my head. So good. So fucking good.
As slowly as he’d entered, Max pulled out, pushed in—then his tenderness ended without warning. He grabbed my hips and started pumping. With each thrust, he impaled my pussy.
Yes, yes, yes. I arched against him, rolled my pelvis as best as I could to meet his thrusts.
One of Garrett’s hands found a strand of the rope wrapping me and jerked me toward him, his own thrusts turning violent. It was like being a piece of sex-rope in an erotic game of tug-of-war.
And I loved it.
“Shit, Bree,” Garrett panted, sounding so close to blowing, “your mouth is, is… God, it’s fucking incredible.”
“Doesn’t compare to her pussy,” Max countered in the same breathless tone. “Trust me.”
Their words detonated my orgasm.
Ohgodohgodohgod.
Pleasure hit me so hard I almost catapulted off the desk. Good thing I had two dicks anchoring me to the mahogany top. I gyrated on the desk, on their cocks, unable to control my body’s response, my climax setting off theirs.
Max’s body went stiff, and Garrett shot hot come into my mouth. Somewhere in the outer edges of consciousness, the sound of ripping fabric tickled my ear, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pleasure.
My climax soared higher, so high nothing existed but swirling lights and sheer, perfect bliss. I floated on ecstasy’s cloud, I didn’t know how long—bound and sated.
Eventually the soft release of my legs being untied pulled me back to reality. And I smiled. At least I think I did, with these two gorgeous men on either side of me, my body so ravaged I didn’t think I’d be able to walk for a month.
Max gathered me into his arms and held me against the wall of his chest while Garrett freed my arms.
Max’s lips played over the top of my head as he spoke. “Looks like this material isn’t as sturdy as you claimed, Garrett.”
So that was what had ripped.
Garrett laughed. “It served its purpose, didn’t it?
Bree didn’t go anywhere, did she?”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “No. I didn’t.”
“And to think,” Max whispered in my ear, “my old friend still has two more pieces of lingerie to show me tonight.”
“Maybe in a few hours,” I breathed.
* * * * *
The hum of a printer pulled me from an exhausted sleep, but awareness was a bit slower to come online.
Where was I?
Darkness shrouded the area. A blanket lay atop me and I wore a man’s dress shirt. Max’s shirt. The scent of his aftershave still clung to the collar.
Last night’s after-hour activities came roaring back.
Me, Max, Garrett and several naughty pieces of lingerie.
Unease flooded my brain. Max had been an unattainable fantasy for a long time. I’d wanted him, yes, but I never thought anything would actually happen. Now that it had, I didn’t quite know what to think.
Had last night been nothing more than a fluke of hormones? I’d been super-sexed-up for my date with the coffee guy after all. But more importantly, what did Max think of me? That I was an easy tramp? That I’d spread for any man—men—looking for a good romp?
And what about my job? Would Max ever look at me the same way again? I knew I wouldn’t be able to look at him without thinking about how exquisitely his cock had filled me.
“Good.” Max’s deep voice filtered through the shadows. “You’re awake.” He sat at his desk, working on the computer—the desk he’d fucked me on. Twice. Just thinking about being at or near it again made the overworked spot between my legs throb to life.
“Hey.” I smoothed flyaway hair from my face. I had to look a mess. “How long have I been asleep?”
“A couple of hours.”
“And Garrett?”
“Left to catch his flight.”
I nodded. Alone with Max after all that had happened. I didn’t quite know what to feel. To think.
“What are you working on?” I asked, then immediately rolled my eyes. It was a stupid, stupid thing to ask. But “Hey, about the fuck-fest earlier… ” probably wasn’t a good way to start either.
“Inventory. But I’m finished now.” He flipped off his monitor.
“I’d planned on doing that tomorrow morning.
Actually Aimee and I were going to come in early and straighten up after the sale from hell.”
He shrugged like it was no big deal. “You had a rough day followed by a rougher night. I thought I’d save you the trouble.”
How sweet. “No rougher than your night.”
“True.” He grinned as he pushed from his black office chair. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Please. A bottle of Perrier would be great. I think there’s some in the fridge.”
He nodded. “Be right back.”
When he’d disappeared out the door, I pushed into a sitting position. Damn I hurt all over, and my sex felt wonderfully abused. Would it be again? Garrett was gone, which begged a very important question. Would anything else happen between me and Max without the catalyst of Garrett’s presence?
God, I hoped so.
Max returned with a bottle of Perrier in one hand and a wine or champagne bottle in the other. “Garrett left us a present.”
I perked up. Only one bottle meant Garrett must have assumed Max and I would share it. Maybe Garrett knew something about Max’s feelings for me that I didn’t.
“De Gaulle Dark Vintage Rose.” He sat beside me.
“It’s a new blend. Not even available for purchase.”
“Wow.”
He grinned. “Garrett and I are good friends of the owners, Jean-Pierre and Élise de Gaulle.”
Good friends? The implication was unmistakable.
“As in sexual friends?”
“Yes.” He set the bottle on the table then opened the Perrier for me. “Garrett met Élise while he was in Paris promoting one of his lingerie lines. He took her to bed—
she took him home to meet her husband.”
I almost swallowed my tongue. “He slept with a married woman… and then, then what? Went to meet her husband?”
“Garrett is—” Oh my god, I slept with a married man. I was going straight to hell. No passing go. Just me, a hand basket and an express trip to the Big-H.
“Yes, he is,” Max said. “Garrett and Karen have been married for over fifteen years now.”
I bobbled my drink. “I don’t remember seeing a ring.”
Max laughed. “He doesn’t wear one. Remember the tattoos on his arms?”
I nodded.
“Karen designed them instead of exchanging traditional wedding bands. More permanent, she says.
He designed tattoos for her as well. They have a very special relationship.”
“Special? Do I even want to know what that means?”
“They have an open sexual relationship. Always have.” He settled next to me on the couch, kicked his legs onto the coffee table. “I’ve been with Karen countless times, both before and after she and Garrett married. She was the first woman Garrett and I took together.”
He smiled, as if remembering some cherished memory from his past. I shook my head. This was a bit hard to swallow. I couldn’t help but ask, “So Karen isn’t bothered by the fact her husband boinks other women while he’s on business trips?”
“Heavens no.” He snorted. “It’s part of why their relationship works. She knows other women might have her husband’s body, but she’s the only one who’s ever had his heart. Garrett feels the same way about her and he wants her happy, always. In fact, he’s hired an entire house full of male staff whose job is to make sure she’s kept satisfied in every way possible while he’s away.
And sometimes when he’s home, when he’s in the mood to watch.”
I had no words. Consensual infidelity wasn’t something I knew much about. It went against the grain, but I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t intrigued. Had Max been like this with Gina? And since he’d broached the subject…
“Did you and Gina have that type of relationship?”
In an instant, Max’s expression changed and he turned his blue eyes away. Hurt and anger jockeyed for turned his blue eyes away. Hurt and anger jockeyed for position of his handsome face.