The Indecent Proposal of Mrs. Cortez (Romance on the Go Book 0)

by Scarlett J Rose

  He picked me up, pulling himself free before he took me over to one of the leather sofas and lay my wrecked body down to rest. Donna followed us. Enrique, being the considerate lover and husband he was, took her over the back of the other couch, her breasts swinging over the backrest with each hard thrust. I watched, amazed at the man’s stamina, and his love and consideration for his beautiful wife’s needs. Donna watched me as I watched them, her eyes devouring me with that hunger I was beginning to recognise and feel for them both. A desire, a need, a love.

  Languidly, I slid off my couch and crawled over to where Enrique was fucking her over the other couch. I lifted my lips to hers and kissed her. Our tongues slid against each other, her soft whimpers and moans captured and devoured by my lips as I reached up, my hands still shaky from the sexual exhaustion thanks to Enrique and Donna’s own efforts. Her swinging breasts slowed as I held them, caressing the soft mounds as they moved in rhythm to Enrique’s powerful thrusts. Donna’s hands reached up to the sides of my head, unravelling my hair from its sensible business-style bun and running her hands through.

  Enrique pulled Donna upright in a similar position to what he had me in when she licked and sucked. I smiled, pulling away from her lips. “Lick her, Lydia … give her the same as she gave you,” Enrique asked of me. I was more than happy to comply as Donna’s pussy was exposed, her back arching as Enrique thrust upwards. I moved from my spot on the couch and knelt before my lovers.

  I paused a moment, waiting on the timing of Enrique’s thrusts until I leaned forward and ran my tongue slowly up Donna’s thighs, moving the rest of my body in perfect synchronisation with Enrique’s thrusts. My hands slid up the backs of Donna’s thighs to caress the lower part of her ass, before I slid right between where she and Enrique were joined, thumbs and forefingers encircling his girth right where he entered her. His moan of appreciation vibrated his entire body. Donna’s hands clenched the strands of my hair, pulling it tight against my scalp as my mouth moved up towards her sweet pussy.

  I lapped at the glistening slick of her sex, tracing her lips, roaming over the veiny thickness of Enrique’s cock, bringing them both ever closer to their explosive orgasm. My tongue slid over the most sensitive parts of my lovers, hands tightening around Enrique’s cock, my lips capturing the tiny, hardened bud of Donna’s clit, tongue teasing the little collection of nerves until Donna was squirming against my mouth, and on Enrique’s cock. She trembled against my mouth, her hands tight in my scalp as she came, her keening cry of pure bliss captured by Enrique’s mouth.

  Enrique was not far behind her. His thighs trembled as he thrust up, once, twice, thrice more and held Donna in position as he finished inside her. His hands stroked over her skin to bring her down from her erotic high. I licked her quivering pussy one more time and leaned back, letting Enrique pull free from her.

  I looked up at my lovers, smiling beatifically in the afterglow of our combined lovemaking. I felt the love that poured out of them both, my own for them both growing in return. But, was I more than just an extra person in the relationship?

  Chapter Eight

  Over the next month, Enrique was called away on business. Donna and I spent much of our downtime at home, shopping, or I would visit Mom while Donna went out for some of her own ‘girl time’. However, our relationship went a step further one evening.

  We were sitting on a sofa together, watching some corny movie, Donna at one end of the sofa, me at the other, a big bowl of popcorn nestled between us, our legs outstretched. I felt something warm slowly sliding up my calves, and looked from the screen to see Donna’s foot slowly rubbing over my leg, a smile on her face.

  I smiled back, feeling her foot move up higher to my thigh. She shifted, moving over to my side of the couch, taking the popcorn and placing it on the coffee table as she moved into position over me. Her body was warm through the silky negligee she wore, her eyes glittering with desire and I watched her lips curl into a smile as she lowered them to my own, kissing me slowly, sensually. Her body lay supported by one arm, and her free hand reached up to caress my face before she trailed it down over my pyjamas, plucking the buttons free and exposing my naked chest to her seeking fingers.

  Her soft moans mirrored my own as my body flushed at her touch. Her tongue slid over mine, possessively. She pulled away, her lips suckling my bottom lip.

  “I’ve been waiting for a while to get you on your own, Lydia.” She breathed harder, leaning back. Then she pulled her negligee over her head, exposing the soft skin and delicate mounds of her breasts to my own hungry gaze. I admired the beauty of her body, this sexy woman who straddled me, whose husband I let lick, suck, and fuck me while she watched, and often joined in on the fun. But this was the first time we’d been together as a couple, just Donna and me.

  “I’ve wanted you to myself for a little while, but I’m not greedy. I love sharing you with Enrique, but right now, I need a woman’s touch.” She purred, taking my hands gently in hers and lifting them to her breasts. I sighed softly as my hands came into contact with the warmth of her flesh, thumbs sliding across her stiffening nipples with her guidance. Her moans spurred me on to fondle her until I sat up, with her still straddling me, and pressed my hungry lips to her soft peaks, tongue sliding over the nubs, mouth suckling a nipple as her fingers ran through my hair, pulling it free of the simple ponytail I’d put it into before we began our movie night.

  I sucked and licked at her breasts, feeling her hands slide through my hair until they landed on my shoulders, pushing my pyjama top down until I had to pull my hands free of the sleeves. Her soft sighs and moans made me wet. I found a spark of boldness I never knew I possessed and slid a hand between us, my fingers finding that Donna was just as wet as I was.

  A naughty little thought caught in my mind. My fingers slick with her arousal, I pulled them free and leaned away from her, her eyes on my glistening fingers, watching as I brought them to my lips and slowly licked them, closing my eyes at the sweet but musky flavour that greeted my tongue as I tasted my lover. Feeling even bolder, I pushed her back down onto the sofa and nestled between her legs, her pussy bare before me as I settled in to feast. My hands slid up her calves to her thighs, parting them as she lay up against the armrest and watched me. Our eyes met just before I dove for her sweet pussy, my mouth latching on, tongue sliding through her slick lips to tease the little bud of her clit as she moaned and whimpered. My hands curled up under her ass, holding onto her hips as I licked and sucked and slid my tongue inside her to give my lover pleasure. She writhed on my tongue, crying out as she came, her slickness increasing with her climax. She panted, spent on the couch as I settled back, licking my lips. Donna rose from her prone position, her eyes alight with fierce desire. She pushed me backward, placing me back into the position I had her in but moments ago, her hands tugging down my pyjama shorts before she went down on me.

  I cried out as her hot little mouth nipped, sucked and licked me into a quivering mass. My body sparkled with sensation, the climaxes hitting me hard and fast as she worked my little bud, and slipped her teasing tongue inside me. I cried out, moaning her name as I came one final time before I lay, utterly spent on the couch, Donna sliding up behind me, spooning. Her hands lazily ran over my skin, as we came down from our orgasmic high.

  Chapter Nine

  The office was busy, being Friday, and everyone was looking forward to the weekend. People rushed around, trying to get their last-minute work finished before the clock hit five and the mad dash home began. The little bees buzzed around the water cooler or the copier, gossiping about this or that. I felt eyes on me as I walked through to the copier room, heard whispered words that I couldn’t make out, but it quickly became obvious that I was the topic of discussion and gossip. When I turned, I saw people divert their eyes, suddenly finding interest in other things, like the work they should have been doing.

  I was afraid of this. The fuel that burned in the office was never elbow grease, nor was it good old-fashi
oned hard work and gumption. No, that which fuelled the office work, was gossip. And it seemed I was the latest subject.

  As I passed, I heard ‘affair’ and ‘office slut’, but it all came to a head when one of the executives approached me in the lift. He crowded me against the wall of the elevator car.

  “Lydia, care to join me for a drink?” he asked, his breath rancid in my nose, as he ran a hand up and down my bare arm.

  “No, thank you, Mr. Thomas. I’m afraid I’m quite busy and won’t have the time this week.” As I tried to pull away, his grip tightened.

  “Yes, I hear how ‘busy’ you are.” He smirked, reaching behind me, and I jumped as his hand closed over my ass. “So busy, with Mr Cortez.” He leaned in and sniffed my hair, taking a deep, loud inhale of my scent. He shuddered, and my creepy-fucker-o-meter shot through the roof. Again, I tried to pull myself from his grip as his hand slid under my skirt, pressing his fingers between my legs and rubbing my panty-covered mound in such a way that it made me feel dirty, and not in a good way.

  “Let me go!” I demanded. He chuckled, “I will … when you give me what I want, I might even see about getting you assigned as my assistant. I’m sure I can make you moan and scream my name.” His words sent shivers of disgust down my spine. The doors opened, and he pulled away before anyone could see. Enrique stood on the other side of the elevator. He nodded to Mr Thomas.

  “Afternoon, Henry.” He smiled.

  “Enrique. A pleasure to see you. We have to get that drink some time,” the vile man said, as he shook Enrique’s hand. I turned my head away, fighting the tears and the dirty, disgusting feeling that he had left me with. The elevator doors closed and left me on my own, riding the elevator to the top floor, where my office duties for Enrique and Donna waited.

  I managed to make my way past Ava without a word, who was one of the biggest gossips in the building, and undoubtedly had started the rumour about my relationship with Enrique. I caught her smirking at me in the corner of my eye as I rushed past. She had shown to me that my first impression of her was correct. She was a snide little bitch, who thought it was the height of her career to be working reception for Mr and Mrs Cortez.

  I had shown her there was more to it by becoming their assistant, and being on the fast track program to executive. I had the feeling Ava was the kind of girl who slept her way to the top, and didn’t work her ass off like I was doing.

  Though, I wondered, was I not doing the same? Was I not sleeping my way to the top as well as working my butt off?

  The reactions of the other office bees to my presence downstairs seemed to show that was what they thought… I was fast becoming the office slut in their eyes, and the executives, especially the sleazes like Henry Thompson, were taking notice.

  I felt my heart crack a little. The first tear fell, and I lost my strength to stand. I lowered myself to the floor and sobbed, a hand over my mouth, my eyes shut tight. I didn’t hear the door to Mr Cortez’s office open, I didn’t hear the footsteps as I was approached. His hands slid over my arms, his scent soothing me. I heard his soft murmuring voice asking if I was all right, asking what had happened. I was lifted up in his arms, carried bridal-style to the couch where he had fingered me that first time, while Donna had played with me and kissed me.

  I settled on his lap, sniffling, unable to speak for the tight lump in my throat. Donna came in and settled beside us, her hand stroking my hair. “Sweetheart, please, tell us what happened … why are you crying?” Enrique urged, his hands rubbing my shoulders as I hiccupped from sobbing. I took a deep breath and quietly told my bosses, my lovers, what had happened in the elevator. I told them about the whispers, the stares, Ava’s snide comments that she had lanced me with in the first week of working on the top floor.

  I felt Enrique kissing me on the temple, before he kissed away my tears. He looked up and behind me to Donna. “Take her home, take care of her. I’ll deal with the situation here.” He helped me to my feet while Donna went and grabbed my purse. Enrique’s lips captured mine and he was gentle, sweet and loving as his lips soothed me.

  “I’ll be home soon, and we’ll talk about some things, okay?” he said, after pulling away and cupping my chin, his thumb rubbing over my slightly pouted lower lip. I nodded.

  “Okay.” He leaned forward and kissed me again. “Good girl.”

  Donna slipped an arm around my waist and guided me out of the office. We were silent on the way down until we reached the parking level. “He will take good care of you, Lydia. Don’t you worry about that.” She hugged me against her body, and I slipped my arms around her waist, enjoying the companionship and the love and support she offered me.

  We got into the car and were driven home in silence.

  I headed to the beautiful bedroom that I had been given as my own little sanctuary away from everything. It allowed us all the privacy we needed, if we wanted it. I kicked off my shoes and lay down on the bed, the door behind me closed and blocking everything out, except my thoughts. I was emotionally wrecked, worried about my mother, even though I knew she was getting better care than ever.

  I was also worried about my feelings for these two, wonderful people in my life who had both become my lovers, despite the original proposal of simply being Enrique’s lover. I knew where my heart wanted to be, it wanted to be part of them, to be with them, never between them, never apart from them. I never wanted anything more than to just be theirs. To love them, and to enjoy their love for each other, and hopefully for me.

  But I couldn’t know what they felt, what they thought. Enrique and Donna were powerful people, used to getting their way in their business and private lives. It was obvious they cared for me, but I couldn’t ask them for more, could I?

  There was a soft knock at my door, and Donna entered and settled down beside me on the bed.

  “Everything will be all right, sweet one.” She spoke softly, her hand running over my hair in a caress that spoke to my heart. I rolled over to face her, and she snuggled down beside me, her arms draped over my body as she pulled me close. Her lips pressed soft butterfly kisses on my neck, my jaw, and then to my lips. Her soft hands caressed my face, stroking gently to calm and soothe me as I lay in her arms.

  Her kisses became more ardent, urgent. Her hands slid over my body in need, pushing up my skirt.

  “Let me take the memory of his touch away from you,” she said, her fingers slipping inside my panties, caressing, stroking the heated flesh there. With gentle urging, she turned me onto my side, her fingers dipping, gliding through the arousal that she’d brought forth. I writhed slowly against her hand, and listened to her voice as she encouraged me to forget that bastard who had thought it his right to approach me with lewd comments and inappropriate behaviour.

  Deft flicks of her fingers inside me, and her thumb circling my clit, soon brought me to climax, my body trembling and panting as she finished me off. Her kisses were tender, her caresses sincere and her soft voice was telling me to rest, that she’d be back when Enrique arrived home later, and that we’d talk. She left me with a sweet kiss on my cheek, the door clicking shut behind her, the scent of my arousal thick in the air of my little sanctuary. I curled up on my bed and closed my eyes, my body sated, but my mind still unsatisfied with questions that would not quieten. Despite my rambling mind, I found sleep.

  Chapter Ten

  I woke to a soft hand caressing my dishevelled hair. A body lay on either side of me, Enrique’s scent and Donna’s both tangled in my nose. I sighed happily and put my arms around both their warm bodies. “What time is it?” I asked sleepily.

  “About seven. Come, you need to eat, then we have something we want to discuss with you,” Enrique said, his usually husky voice sounding very serious. I came fully awake, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt fear, fear they had decided this arrangement was more trouble than it was worth, fear I was too disruptive to their office by being their lover, and being the office’s subject of gossip. Fear, terrible crippling fear t
his was the end of our relationship, and my love for them both would never be returned. I sat up, trying to fight the tears, but it was a battle I was going to lose. I had a feeling that my world was about to crumble. I knew that everything had its time to end, and apparently, this was it for the arrangement I had with Enrique and Donna. My heart broke at the realisation.

  “I take it this is where you tell me I need to find somewhere else to live, another home for my mother, and another job?” I said, pushing myself up. I scooted forward, and walked to the closet. “I understand, and If that’s what you want, then who am I to argue? You’ve both given me more than I ever could have hoped for, and I love you both, so very much for it.” I wiped at the tears that fell. “More than you can ever know,” I said, my voice a choked whisper. I pulled out one of my old bags … I’d leave everything that they’d given me here. I began to pack my tatty second-, third-, and fourth-hand clothes in my equally tatty bag. For whatever reason, I’d never gotten around to throwing them out.

  “I just want you both to know, these last two months have been nothing short of mind-blowingly fantastic, the best of my life.” I couldn’t bear to look at them as I packed.

  I was suddenly lifted, thrown over a shoulder and carried out into the living room, where the scent of take-out Chinese food tickled my nose. Then I was set down on the sofa, Enrique kneeling down in front of me.

  “What was all that about?” he asked me, his eyes serious, but dark with worry. “What makes you think we want you to leave?” he asked, taking my hands in his. Donna came in and sat beside me, placing her hands over mine.