by Katy Kaylee
Samson
I looked down at Ms. McCreedy’s wide, mismatched eyes, her perfect little mouth that was partially open in shock, and the flush that was quickly coloring her rounded cheeks. The fact that I could so thoroughly surprise such a put together, ambitious woman filled me with pride, and I couldn’t resist any longer. Bending down that last bit, I pressed my lips to hers with fervor.
I’d been thinking about it ever since she had perched herself on my desk and dragged me to her. She’d been so certain then, claiming that kiss to prove a point to me. Even her march up to my desk had been determined and assured, reminding me of just how hot she got me in seconds flat.
My hands moved from the arms of the chair and slid to her waist, pressing into her gloriously soft flesh there. I felt like my palms could just sink into her like a cloud, buried in her welcoming warmth and pliant body.
I didn’t try to be gentle as I pulled her to me, my lips demanding entrance from her. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to taste, touch, and conquer every part of her until no one else entered her thoughts.
That idea surprised me. I had never been a very jealous or possessive person, but the woman in my arms seemed to bring out all of the most primal parts of me. The ones that weren’t fit for civilized company.
Her hand reached up to my hair, winding her fingers in it and yanking as I pressed her to me. She was much shorter than I, but I could still feel her body against mine from hips to my chest.
God, she was so soft.
Everything about her was opulence. Her cup overflowed in such a classic, feminine way. I wanted to see how much I could press into her, how much comfort her sweet curves would offer to me as I plundered them.
It was all so intense, and I wanted her so badly I could feel myself aching in my pants. All coherent thought and worries of lawsuits fled from my head as I sat on the desk, pulling her forward so that my own thigh was between her thick ones.
“Mr. Loto,” she gasped, her voice dripping in sex as she pulled away from my kiss. “What are you-”
I yanked her skirt up, the stretchy fabric bunching around her waist, and pulled her further onto my leg. Her toes barely touched the ground, forcing her to put her full weight on my limb, and the pressure of it threatened to have me losing control entirely.
“Ride me,” I all but growled, gripping her hips and looking down at the baby-blue lace panties she was wearing.
The front of them were already dark from moisture and my chest swelled from that revelation. I made her that way. She was wet just from kissing me and growing more damp by the second. I was going to have a spot on my pants, but I didn’t care. I wanted to watch her as she lost herself to me.
“M-Mr. Loto,” she gasped, blushing brightly as my fingers dug into her hips, urging her to slide against the muscles of my thigh. I wanted to feel her fall apart. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to sit her up on my desk and eat her out until she lost her voice from her cries of pleasure.
I wanted a lot of things.
I leaned forward just enough to catch her lips in a kiss, swallowing her gasps as I pressed her harder into my leg. She began shifting her hips slowly, picking up speed as I urged her on with my tongue.
I didn’t pull away until she was panting, and her face was lightly dewy with sweat. That was my girl. I missed my way down her jaw before I came to her neck, sinking my teeth in a love bite.
“Shit!” she hissed, her hips picking up speed. Her desperate, befuddled tone made a chuckle rumble through my chest and I brought my lips right beside her ear.
“I want to see you come, right here in my office,” I said, any filter I had ever had in place crumbling entirely. I’d always been intense in the bedroom, I’d had enough partners tell me that, but this wasn’t my bedroom and she wasn’t a partner. She was my employee.
My employee who was riding my thigh, her skirt pushed up to her waist as I talked dirty in her ear.
“I want to feel you lose it, right there on my thigh,” I continued. “I won’t even have to touch you with my hands, will I? I can feel how wet you are.”
Her top teeth bit into her bottom lips as she nodded. Once more I sat up enough so that I could take in the glorious sight that was Miss Tabitha McCreedy.
She was a goddess in human form, trembling and shaking and making all sort of sounds that had my dick threatening to burst through my pants. Her face was pink from either pleasure, exertion or both while the leg of my pants was growing wetter and wetter. I could hear how shallow her breathing was, and I loved watching her breasts bounce each time she slid her hips up my thigh.
“I’m so close,” she whispered, her hazel and blue eyes opening only partially to give me a hazy sort of look.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I asked, drinking in the sight of her body once again.
She nodded, so I caught her chin and lifted her face so she had to look up at me. “Use your words.”
She shivered at my command and I saw her cheeks flush more. “Please touch me.”
“Where?” I asked. Perhaps I was being cruel, judging by the blissed-out expression on her face, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want this to end just as much as I wanted to rip all of our clothes off and bury myself so far inside of her that she’d never forget me.
“Everywhere,” she breathed and goddamn, if I wasn’t as hard as I’d ever been in my life at that.
My hands went to her breasts first, which I’d been wanting to touch since I had first seen her coffee splattered all over them. They were heavy, and actually filled my grip. Perfect. Even through her shirt I could tell they would be silky soft. Suddenly, I very much wanted to get my mouth on them.
I settled for finding her pebbled nipple through both her shirt and bra then circling my finger around it. Her breath hitched and her head fell back, encouraging me to gently pinch it between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh God,” she panted, her voice sounding strained before a moan ripped right out of her. The sound drove me further, one hand still gripping her hip to steady her but the other sliding down her body and into her panties.
She was so wet for me, the slickness of her reaching all the way up into her trimmed curls. She was a woman, through and through, and I was once more reminded of how much I wanted to bury my face in that thatch of hair.
But that could come later. It would come later. First, I had to finish what I started.
It wasn’t difficult for my fingers to find that swollen nub at the apex of her slit. I circled around it first, just as I had with her nipple, before sliding the pad of my thumb over it.
That seemed to break something lose in her and the long slides of her hips turning into short little jerks as she rode both my thighs and my hand. I didn’t even have time to lean forward and issue her more orders, because then her hands were gripping my shoulders and she was keening as she came all over me.
Yeah, I was definitely going to have these pants dry cleaned. But only after a few days, when the pride filling me wore off and bringing the beautiful woman pleasure without my dick or mouth. Without even getting naked.
And God, the sounds she was making as she fell apart were maddening. I wanted to flip her around and rut into her right then and there, but as soon as she came down, she pulled away from me, practically collapsing in the chair behind her.
I looked her over, a bit concerned at her sudden retreat. She didn’t look like she regretted anything, however. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her face was red, but otherwise she looked blissfully fucked out.
But I couldn’t help the doubt at the back of my mind. Had I pushed too far, too fast? After all, she had come to my office thinking that she was getting me to say how much I disliked her and ended up coming on me. If that wasn’t a turnabout, I didn’t know what was.
“Are you alright?” I asked cautiously, feeling a twinge of guilt. Normally I made absolute sure whatever woman I was bedding knew exactly what she was in for. How I liked to take, and conquer, learning t
heir bodies inside and out until I had them reaching their own climax more times than they thought possible. Tabitha hadn’t gotten any of that. All I’d done was told her I was attracted to her, then kissed her senseless and made her ride my thigh to completion.
Had that really happened? God, that was hot. It was like I was an animal with her, all keyed-up emotions and desire.
“I think you should call Xavier here.”
I froze for a moment, my mind spinning as I tried to calculate why. She still didn’t look displeased with me, but I couldn’t figure out why she would want my best friend in the room. I certainly wasn’t going to lie and say I wasn’t attracted to her. Not when she had so obviously been mussed up.
But I also couldn’t argue with her. If she asked me for the moon, I was pretty sure I would pay for a rocket to take me to the stars so I could bring it back to her piece by piece.
“I’ll go get him,” I said, not wanting to use a phone or an intercom. And maybe I just needed a moment to breathe air that wasn’t so full of her.
“Thanks, that’d be good.”
I gave her a short nod, adjusting myself in my pants, then headed out the door.
Had I just ruined everything that we had worked so hard to build?
Potentially. But considering everything that Xavier had apparently done the previous day, it made sense that we would ruin it together.
Tabitha
I sat back in the chair, trembling, my body trying to come to terms with what had happened to it.
Holy hell, I had just orgasmed just from dry humping one of my bosses’ legs.
It was so juvenile and embarrassing and utterly hot that I just wanted to sink into the floor and disappear forever but also do it all over again.
And again.
And again.
What was wrong with me?
I wasn’t normally like this, all hoped up on sex and hormones and down to do whatever. I wasn’t the kind of girl who came in an office at her work, and I certainly wasn’t the type to have two hotties-with-some-bodies lusting after me like I was some super model.
And yet, that was exactly what was happening, wasn’t it? Mr. Mannon and Mr. Loto had both managed to make me come in less than twenty-four hours, and I had a feeling that if I hadn’t sat down, Samson would have had me over his desk so he could pound away.
The thought of that made my lower half flutter and I felt myself start to ramp up again. Geez, I didn’t know if it was the novelty of it all or if I was just sex starved, but my womanhood was much demanding than it had ever been. It wanted to be filled and it wanted it now.
Well, that was too bad, however. It was just going to have to wait. Because somewhere between Mr. Loto’s fingers finding my clit and me coming all over his expensive pants, I’d had a realization.
And that realization was probably going to ruin the wonderful bubble I found myself in.
Oh well. Although I was tempted to keep my mouth shut and just enjoy the intense affections of Mr. Loto, I really couldn’t. Because I still wanted Xavier and the inkling of a thought growing in my head told me that maybe I could have my cake and eat it too.
The two took several minutes to return, but I didn’t mind. It gave me more times to come down from the sleepy, post-orgasm haze that Samson had basically flung me into. I wondered if I was dreaming, my brain trying to wrap around the idea that somehow both of my bosses were into me.
It was kinda like a bad porno, and I was pretty sure I had watched at least one video with the same plot in college. But every time I pinched myself, I stayed just as awake as I had been before.
This was real life, alright. And my reality was that two of the hottest men I had ever met wanted me. Biblically. The very thought made my toes curl and my heart hammer. I kept waiting for them to come to their senses, but so far, the only coming that had happened was entirely by me.
Twice.
Wow, that was a lot to digest. I knew what happened, but the truth of the matter was also hitting me in waves. Suddenly my real life was more lurid and intense than my own personal fantasies, and it hadn’t exactly been a smooth transition.
I heard the door open and I turned to see both of the men enter, closing the door behind them. Samson’s face was still fierce with blown wide pupils and furrowed brows. I felt like he was going to jump me right then and there, but that feeling cooled when I flicked to Mr. Mannon’s face.
He looked me over, as was expected, taking in my disheveled appearance. Although I had pulled my skirt back down and straightened my blouse, I was still fairly certain I looked like sex. Which was uncanny considering that we really hadn’t even had sex.
Mr. Mannon sighed for several moments, going around to sit in Samson’s chair. There was the tiniest bit of defeat to his posture, something I never thought I would see on him.
“I told you so,” he said plainly, his eyes flicking to Samson.
I had been afraid that he might show jealousy. Or anger. Or any number of negative emotions that came from me fooling around with his friend after we had just fooled around. But there wasn’t any of that. Just some resignation, a little bit of sadness, and -I could be mistaken- but what also looked like a bit of intrigue at exactly what had happened between me and his friend.
And that was what I latched onto. I had to have something positive if I was going to be brave enough to voice the crazy idea in my head.
“I think the two of you might have me pegged wrong,” I said slowly. They stiffened visibly at that and I wondered where their minds spun to. Did they think I was going to turn this on them suddenly and try to go the lawsuit route? Were they imagining being conned, or remembering being conned? It was hard to say, so I hurried along.
“I usually like to get to know people before I kiss them or do… other things. But while we might have gotten off on the wrong foot, that doesn’t mean we can’t fix it.”
“Fix it?” Samson echoed in confusion, his voice more of a grumble than actual words. It made the hair lift in the back of my neck, but I forced myself to be casual.
“Yeah. Fix it.”
“And just how would we do that?” Mr. Mannon sounded slightly less concerned, but I could tell he was putting it on. He was leaning forward on the desk, his eyes zeroed in on me like a bird of prey.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. Oh well, I guessed it was now or never, and I didn’t think I could live with never. “I’d like us to go on a date.”
It was like she’d suddenly grown a second head. The two stared at her, unblinking, until Mr. Mannon finally cleared his throat.
“A date? You want a date?”
I nodded. Sure, maybe I had made out with both of them, had one of them gone down on me, and dry humped the other until I was a sloppy mess, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to be wooed and courted just like anybody else. We just got the steps a little out of order.
“Which one of us?” That was another growl from Samson. It sounded like he was barely holding onto civility, and I really wanted to see what the mountain of a man would do when he cut entirely loose.
But not now.
Now was for getting a date and being treated like a lady. It was for seeing if these two insanely powerful, handsome man just wanted to treat her like an easy lay or something more.
“Oh, was that part not clear?” I asked, trying to sound light. Effortless. “Both of you.”
Another pause and this time it was Mr. Mannon who was swallowing like he didn’t have enough moisture for his mouth. Once more I felt a bit powerful and sexy that I could confound two such competent men.
“What do you mean, both of us?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. Because if you two are going to make me choose between one of you, I won’t. You’ve said countless times that the two of you are a package deal, so why change that? I either want both of your, or neither.”
“Both?” Samson repeated again. I couldn’t exactly blame him. I was sure that the two had probably been propositioned many times
for a threesome, but that wasn’t what I was asking. I wanted a date. Something wholesome and romantic and with the three of it.
Maybe it was a bizarre request, but as I had been riding Samson’s thigh, I couldn’t help thinking that it’d be better with Mr. Mannon behind us, holding my thighs so his friend’s hands could explore my body. And that just made me think of how Xavier had pulled himself away from sleeping with me to protect his friend’s feelings. And that made me think of all their stories of friendship and fighting the odds together and building their empire.
The next thing I knew, I had been orgasming and deciding what I wanted all in the same breath. And now, as I looked at the two men, I knew that I was right on the money. They were a package deal. If I chose Samson, that left Xavier in the lurch and I didn’t want that. If I chose that, I would be leaving Samson as the loser and I didn’t want that either. It seemed the only way for all three of us to be happy was if I said yes to both of them. Maybe it was a little unorthodox, but I didn’t care about things like that. I just cared about what seemed right for all of us.
“Both,” I answered confidently.
And maybe none of it would work out. But we wouldn’t know until we tried. And I desperately wanted to try.
“Alright then,” Mr. Mannon said, voice strained as if his own mind was overwhelmed with thoughts and emotion. “Both then.”
Tabitha
I looked into my bathroom mirror for probably the hundredth time, turning my head this way and that in the light, hunting for any imperfections in my makeup. I was pretty surprised that I didn’t look entirely like a hot mess because my hands had been shaking ever since I exited my bosses’ office.
I had kept my composure until I was in the elevator, where I had slumped against the wall and let the full reality of my situation settle in on me. I was going on a date with the two CEOs and owners of my company. Holy hell.
