by Krista Wolf
“Mmmmm…”
Camden let out a groan as I reached into my little bag of tricks, sucking him hard while sliding my tongue along the underside of his impressive shaft. He was getting even bigger, hard. More ready than ever for what came next, and I had no doubt in mind as to what that might be.
You’re about to fuck two guys!
Hell yeah I was. And I was going to let myself enjoy it, too.
At the same time…
The reality of the idea was enormous, when you looked at it as a whole. These weren’t two ordinary guys, not by any means. Physically they were hard and shredded, tall and enormous. They were best friends, since childhood. Two people who’d shared so much in life, who felt so comfortable around each other that they could actually share this moment, simultaneously, with the same woman.
And somehow that lucky woman was me.
And they’re your bosses, too. Don’t forget that part.
I couldn’t, really. And maybe that was somewhat of a turn-on as well. As if I really needed more turning on, at this point.
“Try her, bro.”
Bryce’s words sent another flash of sexual heat rocketing through my core. He was offering me to his friend. Giving access to my body to him, like he was sharing the other half of a sandwich.
And speaking of being sandwiched…
Camden enjoyed me for a few more strokes, pinning my hair back over my ears so he could watch me go down on him. I was being rocked back and forth, spit-roasted between them. Somehow I still kept my balance, even using one hand to pump him with my fist.
My newest lover nodded at his friend and I felt Bryce withdraw slowly. He felt reluctant to pull out. I was equally reluctant to see him go.
Then I was pushed onto my back, and Camden was nudging his way between my thighs. I opened my arms to welcome him.
Holy shit, Karissa.
His body felt enormous, and so incredibly powerful. I could barely get my arms over his shoulders.
“Guess you can after all,” I chided him, playing with the back of his hair. Camden responded with a half-smile that was more of a smirk. He guided himself against me with one strong arm, dragging himself through my wetness before pushing the head in first.
Oh God.
I bit my lip. Squeaked a little, like a mouse.
Then he sank into me, my thighs opening so wide it felt like he was splitting me open.
Twelve
CAMDEN
Plunging into her was the greatest feeling in the world, just as I knew it would be. Those long, sexy legs. That soft, feminine body so tight and warm as it squirmed beneath mine. She had that natural beauty that so few women possess, coupled with eyes that were expressive and soulful… and locked on mine.
Still, entering her was the most frightening thing in the world, too.
Damn.
I was disappointed in myself, but also elated. Half guilt-ridden, and half consumed by raw, unchecked lust.
In other words, I was an emotional mess.
She even feels like her.
The thought was intrusive, even sacrilegious. I shoved it away quickly. If I was about to do this — and it sure looked like I was — I needed to live in the moment. I had to enjoy it, and make it good for her, too. Even as my brain reeled with an overload of the most nostalgic déjá-vu.
You were supposed to be strong, Camden.
I already was. I mean, I had been. It had taken every ounce of will to pry myself away from that couch earlier. To resist the urge and temptation to take her back to my room and strip her down. To devour her whole, then make incredible, sensual love to her… all beneath the safety and sanctity of my own sheets and blankets.
But somehow I’d walked away.
Only to walk in on this.
Dammit, Bryce.
But shit, was he really to blame? He and I had wanted her equally, all these past weeks and months. We’d talked about it in times of weakness. We’d considered the pros and cons of shirking off our original agreement; the one we’d bound ourselves to, along with Roderick.
More like because of Roderick.
That part was true also. Roderick, as great as he was, was a man who lived in the past. He fought his own demons, and sometimes those demons dragged us down with him. It had been almost two years now. Two whole years of mourning, of penance, of making things right in our heads…
Again I pushed the thoughts away. Karissa was kissing me, holding my face in her tender hands. She whimpered into my mouth as I screwed her deep into the bed, my strong, lean body practically built for this one wickedly beautiful act.
“Oh my God…” she gasped.
I drilled her deep. Maybe deeper than she’d ever been drilled before. There was panic in her eyes, but also lust. A look that bordered on the edge of pain, but was also flooded with a thousand times more pleasure.
“Oh my God oh my God oh my God…”
She whispered the words near my ear, while holding me tightly against her cheek. Her arms were locked. Her legs spread so wide I thought she might break. Then again, her body was built for this too. Tall and curvy and sensual, Bryce and I had discussed how incredibly well-suited she was for what we might do to her.
And now we were doing it.
“Mmmm Camden!” she gasped, her grip on my face going tighter. “Ohhhhh FUCKKKK…”
Her orgasm was abrupt and explosive, and I rode her straight through it. To her credit, Karissa fucked me right back. She kept thrusting her hips to meet my thrusts. Stretching her legs wider and wider, to take every last inch of me as deep as possible.
I held her strong through her climax, thrusting and grinding. Pumping my ass in and out, until her hands slid over it and her fingers squeezed tight.
Shit that’s good.
Her nails dug in, and the pain was welcome. It caused me to thrust deeper. To feel that extra few inches of warmth and wetness and—
Oh Holy FUCK.
I wasn’t even sure what happened. One second I was screwing away, in total control, and the next moment her pussy was milking me dry.
FUCK!
I was coming and coming, grunting through clenched teeth as I filled her from the inside out. There was no stopping it. No warning, either. Her insides felt that fucking good.
“Yes, baby yes…”
Her whimpers were hot and breathless. She’d just barely returned from her own monster orgasm.
“Let it go.”
It was honestly too late to do anything else. I surrendered to the pure sweet euphoria of unloading inside her. Of flooding her fertile young womb with what felt like an entire gallon of my hot, sticky seed, while she bucked and writhed and cooed softly, into my ear.
CAMDEN!
If there was a voice trying to stop me it was a full minute too late. Not that I wouldn’t have swatted it away, anyway.
I’d wanted this, I really had. And judging by how easily I’d found myself buried inside her? Frighteningly more than I liked to admit.
Slowly I withdrew, somehow kissing her along the way. Karissa’s lips were soft but unyielding. Her smoldering blue eyes forced me to look into them, and everything I saw there took my breath away.
Thank you, she mouthed, with the sweetest of smiles.
In the span of a single heartbeat, the look we gave each other exchanged a thousand words. All without saying anything.
“Hey…”
The tap on my shoulder was Bryce. He was already nudging me aside and taking my place. As he slid her porcelain white thighs over his thick shoulders, the visual sent a familiar pang of jealousy mixed with excitement shooting through my brain.
“You alright?” he chuckled, looking me up and down.
Kneeling on the bed, resting my hands on my thighs, I slowly nodded.
“I— I just…”
“Just what?”
Looking down at Karissa, I let out a sigh.
“I thought we weren’t doing this again.”
Thirteen
KARISSA<
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The next hour of my life was wickedly surreal. It blew away even my most sinful fantasies, shattering the last of my already-meager reservations and taking me to all new heights of dizzying heat.
Bryce pounded me into the bed, stretching my legs so far back that our noses touched and our lips sought each other’s again. He kissed me over and over, our tongues dancing. Our bodies breathless with the exertion of fucking and being fucked, until he exploded spectacularly inside me, his face contorting into something so hot and beautiful I wanted to freeze it in my memory forever.
After that, they really pulled out the stops.
It’s one thing to have fantasies about screwing more than one guy at a time. Every girl does, whether they admit it or not. But it’s a whole different thing, to be actually doing it. And not just doing it, but having it done to you. Surrendering control of your body to a pair of powerful construction workers, with muscles on top of muscles.
These weren’t just two strong guys who happened to be gorgeous, they were also best friends. They knew each other’s moves, each other’s preferences. I thought maybe it was because they were so familiar, but as they shared my writhing body back and forth between them, I came to a startling yet undeniable realization.
They’d done this before.
It was in the way they handled me, the way one of them would cradle or kiss me while the other penetrated me deep and slow. It was in the casual way their arms moved, positioning me exactly where they needed me to be. Camden holding my legs back so Bryce could pile-drive me until I practically cried. Bryce pulling my hair back into a rough ponytail, then handing it over to his friend so he could control my head from behind.
They switched back and forth effortlessly, fluidly, each knowing the other’s limitations. Whenever one of them got close, they would trade off. Each man took heated turns between my legs, pumping me with such amazing control, but also, regard for my own good time as well.
And through it all they never stopped kissing me. Never stopped feeding me their sweet lips, their probing tongues. My body became a shuddering, whimpering mess. My legs were shaking, my skin practically on fire from their constant, lingering touch.
No, they hadn’t just done this before.
They’d done it a LOT.
I climaxed so many times I lost count. Each one was meaningful. Each orgasm was its own moment in time, burned into my memory by an intense gaze or smoldering stare… sometimes not even from the guy who happened to be inside me at the time.
They’re taking pleasure in your pleasure. And in theirs.
If I was sure of anything, it was this. The realization was welcome and beautiful, knowing that each guy got off on seeing me with the other. That for them, the ultimate turn-on seemed to be watching me, or at least doing me while watching me satisfy someone else. It more than just doubled the pleasure and intensity, it increased it tenfold.
Any time I was close to screaming, they knew. One of them would back off just enough, or the other would cover my mouth while his friend plowed mercilessly away, riding me through another blistering orgasm. I remember the room suddenly being a thousand degrees. I could recall it filling with the thick, heady scent of our combined sex, as they turned me into something so wild, so insatiable, that by the end I was shoving them down on their backs and riding them, until they once again erupted inside me.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning I fell asleep, drifting off lazily in a nest of beautiful, heated flesh. The guys spooned me from either side. Pressed their hard bodies against the softness of mine, their arms draped over me possessively from both sides. That part was heaven. The warmth, the security, the womb-like comfort of being totally ensconced.
And beneath it all, the unexpectedly smug satisfaction of knowing I’d outscrewed them both.
Fourteen
KARISSA
I woke in my own bed, unsure of how I’d gotten there. Someone had carried me. I’d been so exhausted they’d laid me down and covered me with my own blankets, still warm and naked and reeking of sex.
Holy shit.
I grabbed my phone, and was alarmed to see it was well past seven o’clock. I rushed into a scalding hot shower. Cleansing my body was a double-edged sword; on one hand the lather felt amazing as it slid all over me, washing away the evidence of my own debauchery. On the other, I was losing them. Washing away the hard-earned scent that clung to me, reminding me of the glory of last night.
Hurriedly getting dressed, I tied my hair back and ran downstairs. The crews would be here soon. Some of them would already be outside, plugging in their tools. Setting up for the day’s work, which by Newport county noise abatement laws couldn’t begin until the stroke of—
“Hey speedy,” someone laughed. “Slow down.”
I stopped mid-stride, halfway through the brilliant, sunlit kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee lingered in the air. The scent of food was even stronger.
“Eggs?”
Camden was standing at the stove, a frying pan in one hand. Sitting at the table, drinking coffee with his feet up, Bryce put down his phone.
The moment should’ve been awkward. Like I was being pulled over in the middle of the walk of shame, but times two.
Instead, I slid into my usual spot and took up the cup of coffee already poured for me. It was fixed the way I liked it. They must’ve heard the shower.
“Scrambled,” I said. “Thanks.” I took a sip and immediately passed the mug back to Bryce. “And heat this up for me? I like it hot.”
My gorgeous blond employer threw me an obligatory smirk before heading over to the microwave. Camden was cracking eggs into a bowl. It gave me a few seconds to breathe.
“HVAC guys here yet?”
Camden shook his head. “No.”
“What about the plumbers?”
“They’re unloading,” said Bryce, smirking again as he waited out the microwave’s thirty-second timer. Or was it the same one?
“I’ll need to sign off on the new layout today,” I said casually, “if one of you wants to take a look at it first.”
“Nah,” Bryce said, crossing his arms.
“We trust you,” said Camden, without turning around. The hiss of the egg mixture hitting a hot-buttered pan punctuated his sentence.
I let out another breath, staring at those magnificent forearms. The guys were dressed for work. In construction, that meant ripped up jeans and steel-toed boots. Flannel shirts with sleeveless T’s beneath, and the cuffs rolled up to their elbows.
Camden’s hair was still wet — presumably from his own shower. Bryce had a flat pencil already tucked behind his ear. It was little details like this that had made everything that much hotter, whenever I’d indulged in fantasizing about them. And lately that had been often.
“So…” I said, with my most dismissive sigh. Small talk was never my thing, really. “Are we gonna talk about last night, or are we—”
My sentence died abruptly as Roderick strode in, his hair still wet from his own shower. Bryce cleared his throat, a split-second before his entrance. Camden continued sifting the eggs.
“Are we ready?”
He’d been talking to the others. Upon seeing me he was taken aback for a moment, then smiled appreciatively.
“Oh, hey. Good morning.”
The microwaved beeped. Bryce extracted my coffee and handed it over.
“Good morning to you too,” I said, raising my mug cheerily.
“Sleep well?”
I did my level best to keep a straight face. It was tougher than I thought.
“Like a baby,” I somehow managed. “And you?”
“I slept great,” said Roderick, stretching his long arms. “But these guys needed more time for some reason. They never really sleep in to begin with, so I figured I’d let them.”
Bryce laughed. “Let us?”
“C’mon,” Roderick urged again. “We’re already going to hit a little traffic.”
His words sped Camden up a bit. He scr
aped the eggs into a clean plate, then tossed the pan and spatula in the sink.
“Don’t speed,” I warned, blowing the steam off my now-overheated coffee. “Someone’ll give you a ticket.”
“Yeah yeah.”
Roderick left first, leaving me sitting there with the others. Bryce and Camden looked at each other, then back to me.
“Go,” I smiled, holding a hand out for my eggs. “You’d better get in the truck before he drives off without you.”
Camden slid me the plate. As he did, his hand lingered on mine. Even in that one, brief little touch, sparks passed between us.
“You alright?”
The words were meant to be sweet, I knew. But they made me almost resentful.
“Don’t I look alright?”
Casually I sipped at my coffee. I was a big girl. I knew what I was doing. I didn’t need to be treated with kid gloves, and I wasn’t about to let my feelings get hurt over a little sex, even with the boss.
Or rather, a lot of sex. With two of my bosses.
Bryce leaned in, and for a moment they were on either side of me. Their proximity reminded me of last night. It made me shudder.
“We’re not asking to explore your feelings,” he whispered huskily. His voice was hard, tough, manly. “We already know you’re badass enough to handle this. We’re here to tell you something else.”
I felt a surge of excitement flow through me. Mixed in with something like pride.
“What?”
The pause was endless. Head to toe, my whole body tingled.
“We’re doing that again,” Camden growled throatily, and there was zero doubt as to what he meant. “Tomorrow night. Your room. Same time.”
In the span of two seconds, my heart was thundering out of my chest. I could hardly breathe. Barely form the one-word response that dropped from my trembling, willing lips.
“O—Okay.”
Fifteen
KARISSA
