by Cari Quinn
She flushed and hated herself for it. “I didn’t mean—”
“Shh. I’m sure you were confused.” Cole’s finger found the corner of her mouth and pressed inward until her lips gave way. He eased the tip inside, smiling when her tongue curled around him. “No confusion now, is there?”
When she shook her head, he smiled and held out the oversized candy cane to Des. Someone had brought it to the party the other night. “Hungry? I brought you a present.”
Des came around the desk and accepted the candy, eyeing it with an appreciation that caused her panties to dampen even more. None of this should be turning her on, but apparently her body didn’t realize that.
“Hmm. I’m not usually a fan of sweets.” She thought of his newly developed sugar habit and then clamped her lips together when he looked her way. “What about you, Wendy?”
“I’m not hungry.”
Des and Cole glanced at each other, matching predatory smiles crossing their ridiculously sexy faces. Cole had dimples and Des’s spiky hair could’ve hidden devil horns, but for that instant she could tell they were of one very dirty mind.
Des stepped forward and stroked the wrapped cane down her throat. She held his gaze, unwilling to slip into the same submissive role she had last time. There was no alcohol in her bloodstream right now. Lust, yes, but she could control that.
Maybe.
He ran his tongue under her jaw in a long, patient sweep. “Do you want to be here, Wendy?”
She should say no. What she’d wanted with Des—or what she’d believed she wanted anyway—was a chance at a normal relationship. This was not that.
But she wasn’t moving away. She was nodding yes and arching as he unbuttoned her jacket and bared the lacy white teddy beneath. The top of it played peekaboo nicely with her suit, and the rest was a series of swirling cutouts and mesh. Her skirt hid what covered her groin—or didn’t.
“So businesslike outside.” Des’s finger skated down the rise of her breasts, detouring over each taut nipple showcased in thin netting. “So not beneath. What’s under here?” he asked, tracing her waistband.
She pulled off a shrug though she could feel herself growing wet to the point of embarrassment. “See for yourself.”
“I think I will.” He passed off the candy cane to Cole then tugged on her skirt with both hands, his expression glazing at the sight of her pussy framed in white lace. Garters and sheer stockings completed the outfit. “You test me, Wendy.”
“Do I?” She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, pleased to see the flex of his cock against his trousers. “It’s so hard to tell.”
He drew his fingers over her slit, scarcely touching her, and she jerked back. His smile was like the sun emerging from behind a cloud, bright and disarming. “I bet you taste like candy. Do you like having a man between your legs?”
Answering seemed like another way to give in. She tried to make her face expressionless, determined to make him work for her reactions if nothing else.
Cole crunched into the mini candy cane, swallowing the last of it as he peeled the plastic off the larger cane. Then he stepped forward and placing the rounded tip of the candy against her mouth. “You know you want some.”
Caught in the intensity of his eyes, she licked, involuntarily drawing one heel up the wall. Spreading herself open for them.
Des took her silent invitation and dropped to his knees, finding her clit so fast that she swayed. With her balance altered from her bound wrists and her stance, she might’ve toppled over had he not locked an arm around the back of her thighs. He wasn’t letting her go anywhere, that was for damn sure.
“That’s it,” Cole said when she drew the candy deeper into her mouth in response to Des’s insistent licking. “Get it wet.”
Her eyes shot to Cole’s. All at once, she knew they weren’t simply plying her with treats.
Of course they weren’t. Moron.
Des prodded her swollen bundle of nerves with his tongue, flattening it while she sucked harder on the peppermint stick. Her thighs trembled and she rocked forward, unintentionally swallowing more of the candy. Nearly choking on it.
God, who knew Des had such powerful suction?
Maybe Van knew.
She shoved that thought away as Cole palmed the back of her head, finally drawing the cane away to kiss her. He snaked his tongue between her lips, flicking upward against the roof of her mouth, somehow mirroring the way Des was devouring her pussy. “You’re delicious. I want this mouth on me. So cool and minty.”
Cole stepped back to tug off his belt before following suit with his pants and boxers. His already fully erect cock curved out, even more enticing than the candy he still gripped in one fist.
Inexplicably, she dropped her gaze to Des’s dark head between her legs. She wished she could touch him, run all that soft hair through her fingers. Wished they were alone, which made her feel instantly guilty.
She liked Cole, she really did. He definitely cranked her gears. But he wasn’t Des, and she was stupidly traditional. One woman, one man.
And that was a fantasy. This was her reality.
Des slid back, his chin damp and his gorgeous sea-colored eyes unreadable. He rose and undid his jeans. He wore no boxers, and just a glimpse of his golden skin, so hard and thick, elicited her muffled cry. Muffled because Cole’s mouth was back on hers, his tongue thrusting deep while he pressed his hand between her legs, fingering her with a speed that made her dizzy.
“Ah, darling, you’re soaked for us. Come. Just come, baby.”
She was so close already from Des that it didn’t take long at all. As soon as two of Cole’s long fingers pumped into her, she exploded. She buried her face between his shoulder and neck while she rode out the climax, both relieved and tense all over again.
Why wouldn’t Des ever take her there himself?
She zeroed in on the man in question, leaning against his desk, stroking his cock in long, even pulls. He’d obviously liked the show. Heavy lidded, surly mouthed, he punched her in the chest with one glance and knocked her right on her ass.
He crooked his finger. “C’mere.”
She didn’t look at Cole. Couldn’t. She moved toward Des like a zombie, trapped in his web though he didn’t speak. He caressed her cheek and rubbed his thumb under her eye, his lips softening into a fleeting smile. Then he reached behind her and freed her wrists. He draped the garland around her neck before he pushed her jacket down to her elbows. The pose slightly pulled back her arms.
“I like that.” He traced her shoulders. “You’re restrained, just enough to make you remember.”
“Remember what?”
He nudged her down to her knees, directing his cock between her lips. “Me.”
This time she didn’t hesitate. If he wouldn’t have sex with her—though she didn’t know why—at least she could enjoy this much of him. She kept her eyes on his as her lips engulfed his length, as that first erotic taste of him hit her taste buds. He didn’t shove himself deeper, just waited for her to take him. She swirled her tongue around the wide, swollen head before more of his arousal flowed out to help ease his passage into her throat.
As off-balance as she felt with her arms behind her, she held the stance, concentrating on taking him deeper without her hands. With just her eyes on his to tell him when to push her for more and when to retreat. She moaned around him, the subtle pulse in his length a promise of things to come.
He leaned back on his desk, spreading his body out for her perusal though she couldn’t see it through all those damn layers of clothes. But she could see the pleasure contorting his features, shaping them into something even more beautiful as his throat muscles rippled and sweat dotted his temples.
He’d been led to the edge by her, not Cole. Not some other random woman who never stumbled or stuttered when he got too close.
She was sure he’d urge her back, but when he did, it wasn’t for the reason she thought. Cole had taken his place beside him
and now indicated his own impatient cock with a wave of his fingers and a questioning smile. She swallowed the frustration that this moment with Des wasn’t theirs alone and shifted on her knees to offer the same treatment to Cole’s needy erection.
Soon she wasn’t thinking about anything but getting him off, about tasting more of that hot moisture that hit her tongue every time he forcefully slid home. He wasn’t gentle with her but she didn’t care. She didn’t want that. Right now she ached to be used, to use them the same way. To forget everything that had ever happened—would ever happen—outside these four walls.
Des moved closer to Cole and together they fed her their cocks, alternating who she had in her mouth. Even with her eyes closed she knew the difference. Cole was longer, his movements sharper. Des stretched her cheeks and made her gasp from his slow, languid strokes. He filled her, burning away any memory of anyone that had come before. Relentless in his pursuit of her throat, of taking her further than she’d ever gone before.
He plunged into her and held, his hips so close to her face, his grip on her hair punishing her. Freeing her. And buried down deep he came, releasing into her in an endless stream she fought to contain.
Too soon Cole dragged him back and inserted himself inside her well-used mouth, barely getting off a couple strokes before he slickened the same path that Des had. He groaned and jerked her down, holding her still while her hollowed cheeks milked him.
Doing this with them was so dirty, so far beyond any experiences she’d had before. She’d file them away in her mind and take them out when she was old and gray and wanted to remember she’d once had a wild past. Hopefully by then she’d be married with a family, and thoughts of these nights with Des and Cole would just be a naughty part of her history.
It was too much to hope for that Des might still be in her life then. Experiences like this didn’t lead to lifetime commitment. They led to…more experiences like this. With garland and ornament clips and candy canes. Ho-ho-ho.
She’d just have to make her peace with that and enjoy every minute they shared as much as possible.
Inhaling harshly, Cole removed himself from between her lips then let out an awed laugh. “Damn, you’re good.” He lowered his satisfied gaze to where she pressed her saturated thighs together to keep from squirming. “I think Wendy’s earned a bonus this Christmas. Don’t you agree, Des?”
Chapter Five
Des eyed the pouty lips of Wendy’s pussy revealed by her crotchless teddy as he twirled the peppermint stick. Oh, what he could do to her in that getup.
What he would do.
He gripped her elbow and helped her to her feet, then escorted her around the desk to his chair. She sat, still looking shell-shocked, and he bent to lay a soft kiss on her lips. He could taste both of them there, him and Cole, along with a hint of mint. As irrational as it was, he wanted to kiss her until Cole’s flavor disappeared, until he was the only one he detected on her lips. “Legs up on the arms.”
Wendy snapped into action, doing as he asked. She glanced down at herself in wonderment at how fully she was opened to them and up at him with a half-smile that lit her amber eyes. “Your chair is really comfy.”
He laughed and pulled the garland off of her neck before winding it around her legs and the chair arms. Luckily it was extra-long and stretched across her belly like a glittery belt. “You look good in it.” He tugged her breasts over the scalloped top of her teddy. Her nipples were rosy pink, as flushed as her cheeks. God, it turned him on when she blushed. “You’re incredibly gorgeous.”
Rather than answer, she rocked her hips. Just that movement sent wetness trickling down her slit and he groaned, mesmerized by the sight. He knew just how good she’d taste too.
She shocked the hell out of him by cupping her breasts in offering as she shifted to encompass Cole with her gaze. “A girl has rights you know.” Her voice was as airy as a caress. “I was promised a Christmas bonus and I’ll go to my union rep if I don’t get it.” Another rock of her hips. “Now.”
Smiling, he leaned down, making her lean up for his mouth. Their teeth bumped in their urgency, but when her tongue tangled with his, he groaned his delight. He’d happily die right there.
He lifted the candy to her and she sucked on the tip, looking straight at him. His balls pulsed with the memory of exactly how good that felt and he shook his head. She was torturing him intentionally. In another second she’d be deep throating a candy cane, for fuck’s sake.
Cole moved closer, reminding Des of his presence. Not that he’d forgotten he was there exactly, he’d just sort of blocked him out. His best friend sank his finger into her pussy and growled in appreciation. “Ready to ride, baby?”
Though Cole spoke to Wendy, he glanced back at Des. Silently questioning.
She dragged her tongue up the underside of the cane, her lips faintly tinged red. “You know I am.”
Des took the candy stick from her and acknowledged her whine with a laugh. Then he slipped it in his own mouth, sliding it up and down before he knelt between her parted legs. She was so pink and wet, so swollen with longing. He wanted her more than he wanted to breathe. But rather than sliding his already insistent cock into that tight, waiting sheath, he circled the candy cane over her cleft while she gasped.
“It burns a little,” she whispered, but from the way she was writhing, she didn’t seem to mind.
He ran his tongue around her where the candy met her skin, worrying her opening with his tongue, flicking teasingly as she grew wetter. She drove both hands into his hair, yanking him down to her groin. Unabashedly asking for what she craved. He nuzzled her, sucking her clit, occasionally licking the candy. Pressing his cool tongue against her heated flesh.
Her moan announced that Cole had joined in. He filled his hands with her breasts, squeezing them so roughly that her nipples reddened and stood out like hard little knobs. When her cries crescendoed, Cole kissed her hard, his tongue wetly sliding in and out just like Des worked her quivering pussy.
Her pants sliced through the din of noise in his ears. Somehow he heard his name, though Cole managed to stifle most of her cries. In no time at all she was coming against Des’s lips, pulsing her release into his waiting mouth.
Jesus, she was delectable. He needed more. He slipped his tongue in deeper, thrusting through her incessant aftershocks. She was even sweeter now, chilly and hot both, and her spasms wrenched a groan from him that reverberated all the way through his newly rigid cock.
He didn’t move away until she ceased moving entirely. Her sexy body in motion was a lovely thing, and it was just as beautiful still. Her huge eyes were half-closed, and a smug smile lifted the corners of her mouth as Cole tweaked her nipple and whispered in her ear.
His best friend stepped away and dressed quickly, throwing a jaunty wave over his shoulder on his way out. “Best Monday ever.”
Des looked back at her as she giggled. “Y’all are crazy.”
“And there goes the southern fucking accent.” With a mock groan, he set aside the candy cane—he intended to enjoy eating every damn bit of it later—and clutched his chest. “All I gotta hear is one more Des in that satisfied, I just came voice and I swear I’ll ruin my goddamn rug.”
She inched her butt forward, loosening her flimsy bonds on the arms of the chair and cupped his face in her hands. “Des,” she whispered tenderly.
The amusement on her face vanished as he knelt like a statue, not saying a word. Her palms felt like heaven on his stubbled cheeks and he longed to reach up for them, to hold them there while he moved forward and surged into her sweet body.
Where he belonged.
Screw the ethics that kept him rooted in place as if nails in his heels pinned him to the floor. Hell, he was fooling himself anyway, wasn’t he? Sex acts still counted as sex. Still could be perceived as taking advantage. He was no better than a guy like Gerald. Worse even, because he’d tried to dominate Wendy instead of allowing her to decide how far she wanted to go. Offer
ing her an escape wasn’t the same as making sure she didn’t need one.
He swallowed the grit in his throat and shut his eyes to avoid the look in hers. It was the coward’s way out, and he took it gratefully. “Let me give you a ride home tonight,” he said instead of everything else he wanted to.
Already she was pulling back. “I can walk.“
“Wendy. I’m giving you a ride home.”
His eyes opened as she dropped her hands in her lap. “Okay.”
* * * *
For the next couple of weeks, Wendy learned the true meaning of mandatory overtime. She also got up and close and personal with the terms rate of return, high performance and I’ve been fucked so hard I can barely walk.
On one hand, she was happier—and more sexually satisfied—than she’d ever been. On the other, she was so conflicted and confused she didn’t know what to do.
Her life had turned into a frigging Dickens novel, assuming Dickens had ever let his freak flag fly. Lately she’d hoisted hers into the stratosphere. She still couldn’t decide if she was happy she’d lost so many of her inhibitions or if she was concerned that she was changing into a person she wouldn’t recognize afterward.
As great as everything was going, as happily boneless as she felt after every one of her “sessions” with Cole and Des behind closed doors, she couldn’t deny the thing that was bugging her. Well, there were several, but one was worse than the rest.
Des refused to have sex with her.
He did everything but. He’d explored her body so thoroughly she figured he could play connect the dots from memory with her freckles. He gleefully went down on her and eagerly came in her mouth. Teased her with all manner of interesting implements from candy to sex toys to a cylindrical ornament from the tree that now held a place of honor in his top drawer.
She even asked him to fuck Cole, just in case he had some sort of penetration aversion. He’d done so without complaint. He was just averse to her.
As the days passed, the boys got bolder about calling her into their offices while Van and sometimes even clients were in the reception area. They seemed to delight in making her chew through her lip to keep from crying out while Cole pounded into her from behind and Des licked them both from below. Or other wickedly inventive things.
