by Parker Grey
What I really want is to bend her slightly forward, take her hair in one hand, and slide my cock into her puckered back hole. I’d go slow — the first time at least — but being inside her, together with Lawson?
Both of us fucking her senseless, making Jenna come until she can’t come any more?
I know she’s not ready.
Not yet.
With my other hand I pinch one nipple, making her moan even louder, my fingers still working her clit as she fucks Lawson with abandon.
“I’m close,” she whimpers, her head back and her eyes closed. Just those two words make my cock throb even harder, and I press myself against the firm globes of her ass, my lips against her neck.
“Come for us, peach,” I growl, my voice bottoming out in my chest. “Stop holding back and come for us.”
I pinch her nipple and clit just as Lawson pulls her down as hard as he can, and Jenna moans so loudly I’m sure we’re going to get a noise complaint, her whole body trembling and shaking.
Then she comes, moaning Lawson’s name and my name, all rolled into one, moving like a woman being rocked by a hurricane. Her head is back against my shoulder and she rolls her hips, Lawson’s cock deep inside her as she comes.
I don’t stop what I’m doing — my fingers on her nipple and clit — but I can feel it when Lawson comes inside her, his eyes rolling back into his head and his whole body going rigid.
I grab her breast in my hand, squeezing a little too hard, her delicate pink nipple between my fingers as Jenna sighs. I’m still massaging her clit with my other hand, working the swollen nub, and the sensations are jolting through her whole body with every pass my fingers make.
And she’s moaning and whimpering, helpless little noises that I don’t think she knows she’s making, just saying oh fuck, Lawson, Kade, over and over again.
I can’t take it anymore.
I run my fingers through Jenna’s hair, make a loose fist, just enough to bring her head back but not enough to hurt her.
“My turn, peach,” I whisper into her ear, and she moans again as I pull her upward, her hips unhinging as she kneels. Lawson’s seed drips down the inside of her thigh, sticky and creamy, but I don’t care. It’s not like I’ve never seen the stuff before.
Jenna just bites her lip in response, a groan breaking through, and I push her forward until she’s got her hand on Lawson’s shoulders, on all fours over him. My cock is dripping with anticipation, so hard it aches.
My hand still in her hair, I grab her hips with my other hand, steadying my cock at her entrance. I can already feel how hot and slick she is, her back arched as she begs me with her body for more.
I breathe hard, fingers digging into her hip, but I take a moment and drag my hand over her back, over the twin globes of her ass, through the sticky mess around her pussy and to her clit, where she jolts with sensation yet again. Her pussy spasms around the head of my cock, like she’s desperate for me to fuck her.
“You want more, don’t you?” I growl.
I slide my tip against her heat, feeling her shiver beneath me.
“Yes,” she moans. I pull on her hair lightly, just enough to feel another shudder of desire run through her body.
“Tell me,” I say. “Beg me, peach. Say how badly you want to get fucked again, even though you just rode Lawson’s cock good and hard.”
She gasps, her breathing ragged.
“I want you—" she starts, then stops.
I can’t help myself. I fucking love this about her, love how even though she’s about to fuck both her bosses in the space of five minutes, how even though she’s our sweet filthy peach and there’s no part of her that’s off-limits to us, she’s still shy about saying it out loud.
“Tell me you want another thick cock deep inside you,” I say, grabbing one ass cheek in my hand and squeezing. Her pussy spasms again, like she’s trying to draw me in. “Tell me how you need a good fucking before you go to today’s meeting and pretend to be a nice girl.”
She inhales sharply, rocking back on her hands and knees like she’s trying to get me inside her, but I don’t let her do it, rocking back with her.
“I want you to fuck me,” she says quickly, the words all coming out in a rush. “Oh God, Kade, I need you to fuck me hard and deep, please.”
Her sentence isn’t even finished when I’m already plowing deep inside her slick, swollen pussy, bottoming out as her words turn into nothing but noises.
“Like that?” I hiss between my teeth, barely able to form words. She’s still just as tight as the first time I fucked her, and she feels so good I have to pause for a moment just to get my bearings.
“Yes,” Jenna whimpers, her pussy clenching around me with the words. She’s so close to coming that I know nearly anything might send her over the edge, but I want to let her hover there, quivering on the precipice before I send her over.
“Good girl,” I murmur, still not moving. My heart is thumping wildly, almost out of control, my breathing frantic.
We’re still both straddling Lawson, who’s utterly spent, and I can see him lift his hands. There’s a sharp gasp from Jenna, and I know he’s pinching her nipples from the way her back arches just a little more, the pleasured hitch in her breathing.
I relax my grip on her hair just enough for her lower her face to his, Lawson’s fingers coming around her ribcage, pulling her in as he claims her mouth yet again and I watch. It’s dirty, utterly filthy, but I love seeing my peach like this — with one cock hilt-deep in her pussy, while she makes out with the other man who just fucked her.
I love that’s she’s dirty, but more than that, I love that she’s dirty for us.
Lawson’s fingers find her clit again, and Jenna moans loudly, the sound muffled by his mouth as her pussy spasms and clenches again, her hips flexing and bucking. I swallow hard and slide out slowly, then fuck her again, making sure she can feel every millimeter of my thick cock as I enter her.
“Kade,” she whimpers, her voice still muffled by Lawson. “Oh God, Kade.”
Lawson’s fingers on her clit move harder, faster, and Jenna trembles around me.
“Harder,” she whispers.
My balls tighten, but I do it, fucking her deeper and harder than before, and she cries out with abandon, her tight body welcoming me as she does. I keep going, each stroke harder and faster than before, Lawson’s fingers working her at the same time, until I’m certain I can’t last any longer.
Jenna’s got her head buried on Lawson’s shoulder, moaning and whimpering.
“It feels so good,” she groans, her voice desperate. “Oh my God, Kade, don’t stop, don’t ever stop—"
I stroke into her one last time, as hard and deep as I can, and I feel Jenna shatter around me. She cries out so loud she nearly screams, her voice muffled by the pillow and Lawson’s shoulder, her pussy clenching my cock like a fist as she comes, her whole body writhing and jolting with pleasure.
I grab onto her hips, pushing myself deeper, and explode inside her like her body is begging me to. I come hard, my cock jerking again and again in time with her, until finally we’re both completely spent.
After a long moment I pull out, my seed trickling out of her and down her inner thigh. I’m suddenly so exhausted I can barely move, but I flop down on the huge bed a few feet away from Lawson, leaving enough room for Jenna between us.
A moment later she’s there, still breathing hard, and she looks up at me with her big eyes so I lean my face down and kiss her gently, one hand on her belly as I do. Lawson does the same a moment later, and then she’s wrapped in our arms, safe and snug between us.
I know I have to go to work, go be a hardass in a room full of lawyers, but right now there’s nowhere I’d rather be than here, with our peach, in this perfect afterglow.
After a long, long time, Jenna finally speaks up, her voice sleepy and sated.
“We should probably go to work, huh?” she says, laughing softly.
Lawson just k
isses her head, and I chuckle quietly.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jenna
The rest of the time we spend in London is a whirlwind. We’re busy every single moment — working all day, with Lawson and Kade taking meetings and depositions, trying to untangle a tangled legal and financial web of shell companies, corporations and offshore accounts that I can’t keep track of. It’s a big case that they’re on, one that’ll take months, maybe years of eighty-hour weeks — but it’s a case that could easily make them superstar attorneys once it’s over.
And the nights? The moment that we’re all done with work — even when it’s at midnight — we always go back to either Kade or Lawson’s hotel room and lose ourselves to pleasure. They do things to me I’d barely even dreamed of, dirty, filthy things that I never imagined I’d be doing with anyone.
Let alone two men at once.
Let alone my sexy, handsome, dominating bosses.
Kade eats me out with one finger in my ass, then two, touching pleasure centers that I didn’t even know existed in my body. Lawson drapes me over a hotel room desk and fucks me hard while I swallow Kade’s cock, my head dangling over the edge of the desk.
They take me into the shower, where Kade fucks me up against the wall while Lawson watches, and then Lawson takes his turn, bending me over while I brace my forearms against the slippery tile.
I come so many times that I lose count, the nights with them a haze of sinful pleasures, dirty talking and filthier acts that should feel wrong, but they don’t.
With anyone else they might, but with Lawson and Kade there’s a strange purity about them, just because I’m doing it with these two men — my firsts.
When we fly home, for once we’re all too tired to do anything. I pass out the moment the plane takes off, in first class again, and don’t wake up until our wheels hit the ground, even though I dream of that first plane ride.
The first day back in the office, I’m nervous. No — I’m nearly wrecked with anxiety, because before we all went to our respective homes last night, we didn’t talk about anything. They simply paid for my taxi with their company credit card, kissed me goodnight, and left. We were all completely wiped out from the trip, between the jetlag and the total lack of sleep that we got while were in London.
When I walk in the front door of the office, I’m afraid of two things. One, that what we’ve done is somehow written on my face — that the moment everyone in the office looks at me, they’ll somehow know that I spent the London trip getting fucked silly by my two bosses, that while I was there I lost my virginity to them and did things I’d never even considered before.
And two, I’m afraid that our affair was just that — an affair. That it was just a work trip fling, and now that we’re home, it’s suddenly over.
I don’t want it to be over, because beyond the sex, beyond the endless pleasure — beyond the fact that I’ll never be able to shower again without my pussy pulsing in anticipation — I think I’m falling for them.
Lawson and Kade are surprisingly sweet. Lawson knows exactly how to make Kade laugh; when it’s the three of us alone, his charm becomes something more real. Something more like affection.
And as for Kade? Underneath that hard, spiky exterior he’s sweet as sugar, a big, growly bear of a man who’s taken to wrapping me in his muscled arms every night before he goes to sleep.
But when I get to work that next Monday, everything seems… normal. The receptionist at the front just gives me a single glance, then looks back at her computer screen; Brittany and Ashley, the other two secretaries in my corner of the office, just want to chat about what they did over the weekend. Sure, they ask politely about the London trip, but it’s obvious that neither of them suspects anything — they just want to know what flying first class was like, and whether I got to do anything fun while I was there.
I tell them that it’s great, and I didn’t. We just worked the whole time.
The morning passes like everything is perfectly normal. I’m in before both Kade and Lawson, and when they walk in to their offices, they act like nothing’s happened — they both just greet me, politely ask how I’m doing, then go into their respective offices and shut the doors.
I’m relieved. I’m mostly relieved.
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t secretly hope that something else would happen. It’s been two days since I last saw them, a whole weekend — and they’ve been on my mind.
Was I secretly hoping that they’d come in this morning and ask to see me in an office, the door closed?
Was I secretly hoping that one of them would push my skirt up and pull me onto his lap, one hand in my hair, growling into my ear that I should be quiet if I don’t want to alert everyone?
Was I secretly hoping that I’d find myself bent over the office desk, pussy exposed and blouse unbuttoned, as my bosses took turns with me?
Maybe I was hoping for all those things, just a little.
At 5:00 exactly, both Brittany and Ashley pack up their purses, switch off their computers, say goodnight, and head for the door. They’re both career secretaries, women who have other ambitions in life besides working their way up the ladder.
Me? I’m not sure what I want career-wise — I wouldn’t mind climbing a ladder, I just don’t know which ladder I’d want to climb.
Slowly, the office empties out. By 5:15 nearly all the secretaries and assistants are gone, along with most of the attorneys — taking their work home with them, of course. My little corner of the open-plan office is nearly deserted, but I know that Lawson and Kade are still in their offices, slaving away over paperwork of some sort.
I’m not even hoping for an illicit rendezvous. I know that’s insanely risky, and besides, I know better than anyone how busy these two are right now. I’m just hoping for… some kind of acknowledgement of what happened, and maybe — maybe — an invitation for it to happen again.
But by 5:20 I’m putting my things back into my purse. I sigh, turning off my computer, with one last glance at their office doors before I stand, slinging my purse over my shoulder.
I turn for the door and start trying to remember if I’ve got any food in the fridge. I think there’s a leftover thing of fancy olives, maybe a bag of spinach, some milk if it hasn’t gone bad yet, and of course I’ve always got dried pasta in the cabinet, at least if my roommate hasn’t eaten it yet.
I could probably make something out of all that, I think. It might not be good, but I won’t starve.
There might be some hummus, too, I wonder if I could incorporate that somehow….
“Jenna.”
My heart skitters in my chest and I turn around instantly at the sound of Kade’s voice. For an instant I feel like I’m in a vacuum, all the air sucked out of the room.
Then I turn around and try to act normal.
“Yes?” I ask, my stomach doing flip-flops inside me.
He doesn’t answer right away, at least not with words. He’s looking at me, desire in his burning gaze as he gives me a long, slow once-over, making my whole body tingle from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
I go a little weak in the knees. I can’t help it, because that single look promises everything I’ve been wanting all weekend — everything that they gave me again and again in London.
Everything that my vibrator was a very poor substitute for.
Finally, his eyes come back to mine, and I shiver involuntarily.
“Sorry, I can see you’re just about to leave,” he murmurs quietly, even though the office is nearly deserted. “Could we see you for just a moment? We need to discuss some things from our business trip.”
My stomach clenches even harder, but at the mere words business trip all those memories come flooding back, the heat rocketing down my center. It’s a ridiculous reaction, I know, but the mere thought of what we did has my panties already soaking wet.
“Of course,” I say, hoping that I sound professional and not like someone who really wants to
fuck her bosses again.
Kade turns, and I follow him past his own office and to Lawson’s. A few people heading out for the day glance at us, but they barely notice us — after all, there’s nothing unusual here.
Nothing unusual even when Kade lets me in first, then closes the door behind me, sparks of lightning flying up my spine.
Lawson’s sitting there, behind his desk, wearing a charcoal gray suit. He leans back when I come in, one arm on an armrest, and a wide, charming smile lights up his handsome face.
“Sorry for corralling you on your way home,” he says. “You couldn’t spare us a moment, could you?”
I clear my throat and can’t help but smile slightly, even as I can feel a blush creep up my neck to my cheeks.
“Of course I can,” I say, my voice hushed, afraid that someone else still in the office will hear.
“Excellent,” Kade says, stepping close behind me.
I’m positively quivering with desire, my heart hammering in my chest.
“Think you can be quiet?” he asks, his mouth now at my ear, Lawson watching with sharp eyes. There’s a huge bulge in his pants already, and I feel like I can barely breathe.
“Yes,” I whisper, my eyes already half-closed.
“Then lift your skirt and bend over the desk,” Kade says, his hand already sliding up the back of my thigh, a small moan escaping my lips.
I obey him, and as I do, Lawson stands, shrugging off his suit jacket, his suit trousers nearly bursting at the zipper.
“Would you like to do some overtime?” he asks softly.
Over the next hour I come until I can barely stand, but to my credit, I don’t make too much noise.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lawson
There are some things a lawyer shouldn’t be.
Stupid, for one. A stupid lawyer doesn’t do anyone any good.
Impatient, for another. My job involves hours, days, and even weeks of meticulously combing through boring documents, looking for the tiniest detail that could make or break a case.
