by Parker Grey
“You’re already wet as hell, peach,” I murmur into her ear. “Is it true that all I’ve gotta do is talk a little dirty in your ear and you already can’t help yourself.”
“Maybe,” she whispers.
I stroke her through her panties with my thumb, and she moans again, pushing her legs a little wider. I slide my fingers beneath the thin fabric without taking her panties off, and Jenna whimpers with desire.
“Does that mean I should keep talking dirty?” I ask. “I could tell you that nice girls don’t get finger-fucked by one boss in the back of a car while the other boss watches. Or I could tell you that I fucking love how wet you are for us already, and that this dinner is going to be sheer total hell.”
“I know,” she moans.
I circle her clit with one finger for a moment, making her writhe on the back seat.
“Or I could tell you what we’re going to do tonight,” I say, rubbing her a little harder.
“What?” she gasps.
“First we’re going to lick you until you come again,” I say. “He’s going to make you come with his tongue deep in your pussy while you put your pretty lips around my cock again, because I haven’t been able to think about anything else since that plane ride.”
Lawson stirs, swallowing hard, adjusting his pants as he does. He’s half-smirking. I think he’s enjoying the show, his eyes still glued to Jenna.
“And after we’ve satisfied you at least once, you’re going to ride my cock with your pretty little pussy until you come again,” I say, my lips brushing her ear as I speak.
Jenna just gasps, moaning, her head back against the seat behind her as I plunge two fingers into her tight entrance. I nearly moan myself at her wetness and tightness, moving my fingers in her channel until she moans again, the sound breathier than before.
“You’re a dirty girl for a virgin, aren’t you?” I whisper.
My only response is a gasp and a moan, her thighs parting even wider. Her skirt is hiked almost to her hips now, and Lawson’s got a hungry look on his face as I bring Jenna even closer to the edge.
I hope we’re stuck in traffic forever, and I hope we’re not too close to the restaurant, because I’m loving torturing my sweet virgin girl like this, bringing her to the brink, Lawson watching, her totally under my power.
“Kade,” she whisper-moans.
I push my fingers deeper, harder, my thumb circling her clit as I do. Jenna cries out, wordlessly, her whole body strung tight, ready to explode.
“Yes?” I tease.
“Kade,” she whispers again. “Kade, make me—"
She cuts off, her eyes flashing open before sliding closed again.
“Make you what, peach?” I ask.
She doesn’t respond, only pants for breath, biting her lip.
“You have to say it,” I go on, working her faster, harder, feeling her body respond beneath my hand. “Kade, make me come. Say it.”
“Kade,” she moans. “Make—"
The front door of the limo slams shut, and all three of us jump. I look out the tinted window, hand still deep in Jenna, and realize that we’ve come to a stop outside a building.
I also realize that there are footsteps outside. The driver coming to open the back door and let us out.
Jenna realizes it just as I do, and she yelps. I pull my hand out of her and she shoves her skirt back down, her face flushed, her knees slamming together as she gives me an embarrassed, panicked look.
I chuckle, and in the moment before the door opens, I lick her off my fingers. She’s sweet and spicy and just fucking perfect.
“To be continued,” I tell her, still licking. “I guess I lose, don’t I?”
She opens her mouth to respond, but then the driver is there, the door open, holding out his hand for the lady. Lawson and I follow her out of the limousine and toward the lighted entrance of a very fancy restaurant.
Just before we go in, Lawson opens the restaurant door for her and uses the opportunity to whisper in her ear.
“Twice, peach,” he says. “Just as soon as this is over.”
God, I don’t know if I can wait.
Chapter Sixteen
Jenna
This is by far the fanciest restaurant I’ve ever been in. It’s got some of the finest cuisine I’ve ever even been near, let alone eaten. We’ve got bottles of $200 wine out at the table, and it’s flowing like water — even to me and the British assistant that the other team brought with them.
I should be having the time of my life right now, taking notes and savoring every moment to tell my similarly-poor friends back in New York.
But instead, I can’t focus on any of that.
Because of Kade and Lawson. No matter how many delectable morsels I eat I can’t get Kade’s words out of my head.
You’re going to ride my cock until you come.
God, every time I think that — about every thirty seconds — I get even wetter. I’m afraid to stand up from this chair, because I think I may have soaked right through my panties and my dress, but I can’t stop thinking about it.
I can’t stop thinking about the feeling of his fingers inside me. Just his fingers felt better than anything I could possibly imagine, taking me straight to heaven in the back of that limo.
I could have killed the driver when he opened that door, because there’s nothing that I wanted more than to stay exactly where I was.
But instead, now I’m here, in this very fancy restaurant, eating very fancy things, and wishing I was naked and sandwiched between both my bosses.
“More wine?” Niall, seated across from me, asks. There’s already some wine in my glass, but I incline it toward him and accept another glug because my whole body is a vortex of nerves and desire.
“Thanks,” I say nervously and take another sip, trying to act cool. Dinner’s nearly over, and now we’re just waiting on dessert — a chocolate souffle that one of the Brits at the table ordered in French. I didn’t even know what he’d ordered until he told us all.
“Mind you don’t drink too much,” a smooth, velvety voice says in my ear, and I freeze instantly, my eyes going wide as I look around, praying that no one else is seeing Lawson talk to me this closely.
They’re not.
“Why?” I whisper, still staring straight ahead into my wine glass.
Suddenly, his hand is on my knee, beneath the table, sparks shooting up my leg and straight to my pussy.
“We wouldn’t want you to fall asleep too early,” he goes on, his voice practically a purr. “We’ve got a much better dessert planned, peach.”
Just at the sound of his voice, my pussy throbs. It’s insane what’s happened to me in the past few days — I went from a nice, normal assistant who thought her bosses were cute, to…
I blush, despite myself, remembering the scene on the airplane yesterday.
Or in the conference room today.
Or in the limo an hour ago.
Jesus.
Lawson’s hand moves up my thigh even as his face turns away from me, talking to the man on his other side. It’s something business-related, but I’m not paying attention because of his fingers, steadily pushing their way between my clamped-shut thighs.
He’s insistent. Determined, not about to take no for an answer.
Not that no is an answer I’m interested in giving, so I put my wine glass down, try to take a deep breath quietly, and open my knees under the table.
Instantly, his fingers are at my core, sliding against the soaked fabric of my thong. I bite my lips shut, forcing myself not to moan as he strokes me under the table, in the middle of the fanciest restaurant I’ve ever been in in my entire life.
Next to me, with his other hand, Lawson lifts his glass to his lips, saying something to the man on his other side while he pushes my panties aside underneath the table, his perfect, nimble fingers lightly dragging over my clit.
Inadvertently, I grab the stem of my wine glass, toes curling in my heels. He drags his fi
ngers over my clit again and my lips part, a single, tiny exhalation coming out as I try to focus on the dessert fork that’s still in front of me after the wait staff has cleared all the other dishes.
It’s silver. Four tines.
Lawson dips one finger between my soaked lips then circles my clit with it, still pretending not to pay me any attention. I feel my face flush hard, and I keep on concentrating on the dessert fork.
It’s… got a handle, I notice, as his fingers begin to move faster, harder.
I lock my feet around the rungs of my chair, trying to stay as still as I can. I can’t believe I’m letting this happen, but I can’t help myself. Not around these two men.
I can barely keep myself from writhing in this chair, grabbing the seat with my hands and leaning back, shouting and rolling my hips with pleasure. It’s taking everything I’ve got not to moan Lawson’s name right now, even if he’s acting like nothing is going on, chatting business with the other men at the table.
His fingers keep moving, driving me to dizzying heights as my vision blurs with pleasure and I try to stay focused on the fork.
“Jenna.”
It’s… silver. On a tablecloth. It’s fork-shaped.
“Jenna.”
My name rips me away, and for just a moment my lips part and a tiny, soft sound comes out, my hips just barely bucking of their own accord as Lawson’s hand drives me higher and higher with pleasure.
Across the table, slightly catty-corner, is Kade, his eyes piercing through mine.
He knows, I realize.
Kade smiles, just barely. His gaze shifts until it’s animal, almost feral, and even though he’s at a fancy restaurant and wearing an incredibly expensive suit, I can tell he’s having to control himself so he doesn’t just tear it off.
“You all right, Jenna?” he murmurs.
I just nod, mutely. I’m close, so close, and my eyes and threatening to roll back in my head. On the table, my hands are shaking, so I hide them.
“You look…” Kade says, his voice dripping with suggestion, and he raises his eyebrows.
Lawson pinches my clit lightly between two fingers, and I gasp. I grab the stem of my wine glass again, bring my eyes to Kade’s.
“I’m fine,” I whisper, breath coming in quick, short, desperate pants.
“Maybe we should take you back to the hotel soon,” he goes on, voice low and dark. “It’s been a long day, I’m sure they won’t mind.”
I just nod. It’s all I can do as Lawson’s fingers work my clit even harder and faster. I bite my tongue between my teeth to keep myself from shouting, and I accidentally do it so hard that I taste blood.
Lawson’s still pretending to ignore me, chatting with the person on his other side, but Kade is looking right at me, his intense eyes staring right into mine.
My lips part, just slightly. I grab my wine glass even harder, afraid I’m going to break the thin stem in my hand, but I need to grab onto something to anchor myself to reality right now.
I’m right on the brink, teetering on the edge. I can feel that my face is flushed bright red as I meet Kade’s eyes, held under the spell of Lawson’s perfect fingers, unable to do anything else.
He mouths something, across the table. My brain is blinking in and out with sheer pleasure, but then he mouths it again and suddenly I realize what he’s saying.
Come for me.
I do. My whole body goes rigid and I close my eyes, grabbing my wine glass so hard that all my knuckles go white. It’s a miracle it doesn’t break in my hand as I come hard, wave after wave crashing against the shores of my body, Lawson’s hand still moving and circling, coaxing every bit of pleasure from me that he can get.
When it’s over I’m panting for breath, gasping. My whole body is trembling despite my best efforts, and as I open my eyes slowly, praying that the whole restaurant isn’t staring at me, I feel a single trickle of perspiration slide down the back of my neck.
Subtly, Lawson’s hand moves away as he finishes his conversation with the man on his other side. I can’t stop watching as he glances down at it, in his lap, his eyes alight with a hunger I’m coming to understand all too well.
Quickly, so quickly I almost miss it, his tongue darts out over his lip, like he’s tasting something delicious as he looks at me, a smirk on his face. Then he wipes his hand on his napkin, still below the table.
I come to my senses and close my legs so quickly that there’s a sound as my thighs snap together in the middle, and I lift my wine glass to my lips and down the rest in a few gulps.
Across the table, Kade is still half-smiling, the wolfish look in his eyes still there as he takes a bite of his chocolate souffle.
I put my empty wine glass back down. I can’t think about eating anything right now, my stomach in knots.
Not to mention the other parts of me. I’m well aware that this was only the prelude to tonight, and it’s barely satiated my desire for what’s coming. If that’s what my two bosses can do to me at the table in a restaurant, I don’t stand a chance later tonight.
Lawson leans in toward me, and the wine I just practically chugged sings through my veins.
“I’m afraid I’m feeling a bit jetlagged, to be honest,” he says, partly to me and partly to the table as a whole. “I think the three of us might call it an early night.”
The words send a bolt of heat straight down through my body, igniting me yet again. Kade glances at me, smiling.
“Yeah, I’m beat,” he says.
I clear my throat, praying that I sound normal.
“I’m pretty tired as well,” I say. “Flying in today and all. I think I’ve been awake for almost thirty-six hours!”
And I’m about to be awake for a couple more.
George and Niall both laugh and wave their hands.
“You mean you can’t hold your liquor,” George teases us, his British accent just a bit slurred. “Give you lot a few glasses of good wine and you’re off for a nice nap. We’ll be seeing you in the morning, have off!”
Kade and Lawson both stand, smiling, so I follow suit. I guess have off means ‘feel free to leave,’ because after shaking hands and bidding everyone farewell, that’s exactly what we do.
Chapter Seventeen
Lawson
The moment we’re in the limo again, doors shut, I drag Jenna onto my lap. She yelps quietly, her body tense and rigid beneath my hands.
“You can’t tell me you’re surprised,” I murmur into her ear. “Not after you just came in front of everyone in Le Chevalier.”
Her breath quickens. On the other seat, across from us, Kade leans forward, smiling.
“You know you don’t get her twice in a row, don’t you?” he says, his voice a deep growl.
I grab Jenna’s hips in my hands and pull her down, harder. Her dress is already hiked over her panties, so all that separates my throbbing cock from her sweet, wet pussy is a few layers of cloth.
“I didn’t see you make her come back there,” I tease him, pulling her against my thick cock again.
Jenna moans softly, her body a little unsteady in my hands. One more time her hips writhe against me, her perfect ass moving in a slow grind as she leans forward, putting her palms on my knees.
I slide my fingers under the back of her thong against the bare skin of her hips as Kade leans forward.
“Peach,” he says, his face an inch from hers. “Which of us do you want to fuck first?”
My cock twitches hard at the phrase, at the thought of being buried in her tight little pussy.
“Do I have to choose?” she murmurs, flexing her hips again. I squeeze the globes of her ass in my hands, my fingers digging into her perfect, firm flesh even as the hunger inside me reaches epic proportions.
“I know you want us both, you sweet filthy thing,” I say. “But I’m afraid we can’t both fuck you at the same time.”
I dig my fingers in harder, sliding the pad of one thumb between her cheeks until it just barely brushes ove
r the delicate nub there.
She gasps.
“Not yet, at least,” I go on. “You’re still a virgin, peach, we’re going to start you out slow.”
“Slow and hard,” Kade promises, leaning in more.
He slides one hand around her face, cupping the back of her head in his palm, his fingers laced through her hair, undoing the low bun it was twisted into.
“You can have us both later,” I promise her, grinding her hips against my swollen cock one more time, barely biting back a moan myself. “Though if you keep asking us like that, I’m not sure how long we can hold out.”
“You’ll have us both soon enough, peach,” Kade says, and then his mouth is on hers in a rough, claiming kiss.
I should hate watching this. I should, but I don’t, because of the way her body moves when he kisses her, hips rolling against me in a show of pure desire. I don’t mind sharing Jenna with Kade — only with Kade — because of the way she’s already overwhelmed with desire and pleasure.
That alone makes this worth it.
I move my hands down, dip one finger into her pussy. She’s soaking wet, so wet that the crotch of my suit is going to be wet with her juices when she stands up, but I don’t mind.
Hell, I might never wash it again.
Jenna moans again, the sound breathy and ethereal in the tight space of the car.
“Kade,” she murmurs, then swallows. “Lawson, we shouldn’t—”
I just laugh as suddenly, the limo pulls to a stop and I take my hands off her, pull her dress down.
“Don’t start that nonsense now,” I tell her. “Don’t you think it’s a little bit late for that?”
When the door opens, she’s sitting on the seat again, demure as ever, even though I was right and there’s a wet spot where she was sitting on my suit.
“You know I’m right,” she says quietly, her eyes sparking. “We shouldn’t, but we’re going to anyway.”
With that, Jenna gets out of the limousine, the driver offering her one hand. Kade and I follow, and I don’t even bother to try hiding the spot where she sat on me or the obvious, massive, aching erection I’ve got going on right below it.
