Desk Job (London Menage Book 2)

by Lily Harlem

“It’s just…” I spun in his arms so I could see Andre’s face too. “When Andre and I were together we talked about us all being … well, together at the same time.”

  Tristan raised his eyebrows.

  Andre glanced at him.

  “And, I’ve been thinking about it, a lot.” Heat rose on my cheeks. Was I really doing this? Asking for this?

  It seemed I was.

  “The thing is…” I went on. “I want it, now, like that, both of you inside me. So we can all be connected.” I touched Tristan’s cheek. “If you want to, that is.”

  “You want us both to fuck you…?”

  “Yes, at the same time.” I nodded.

  A flash of comprehension crossed his face. “Ahh, I see.” He looked at Andre.

  Andre nodded too. “That’s what we talked about.”

  “We didn’t just talk about it,” I said. “We … practiced.”

  Andre pulled me close. “And it was amazing, I’ve thought about it so many times since. Very special.”

  “And I want that kind of special with Tristan,” I said.

  “You can have anything you want from me, baby,” Tristan said. “Just tell me what you want me to do. I’m yours, at your service.”

  I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry.

  “We should do this,” Andre said. “Fuck, I want to.”

  “Me too.” I nodded.

  “And hell, I’m up for it.” Tristan pushed at his boxers and his cock sprung free. “Look, that’s how up for it I am.” He winked at me.

  I laughed. The tension left me. “Good, so get on the bed if you’re mine to do as I please, I want to ride you.”

  Tristan grinned and scooted over the covers. He lay back, his skin looking extra tanned against the white sheets and his cock standing proud. “Climb on board.” He gripped his shaft and rubbed his thumb over the head.

  Andre dropped a kiss to my cheek, then I moved onto the bed.

  My pussy was damp, and my breasts swayed as I kneeled with my legs on either side of Tristan’s hips.

  He reached out and cupped my breasts, skimming his thumbs over the nipples. “You have the best tits ever.”

  I smiled and shifted so the tip of his cock was at my entrance.

  “Mmm…” he said, “yeah, sit on me.”

  I did as he’d asked, taking him an inch then pausing to adjust to the stretch. I was so turned on, though, so pliant and ready that it wasn’t difficult to take him despite his impressive size.

  I dropped some more, then more until I was seated fully and his body was pressed against my clit.

  “Come here.” He reached for me, urging me to bend so he could kiss me.

  I groaned as the pressure on my clit increased and he probed his tongue into my mouth.

  Andre was behind me, smoothing his palms over my body.

  I was hot and tingly, needy too. I also felt exposed and open to him.

  “We’ll make this so good,” he said quietly. He kissed my back, then moved his attention to my buttocks, touching his lips to my skin in delicate whispers.

  I moved slowly on Tristan, settling him inside of me and enjoying the stimulation on my clit and G-spot.

  He moaned into my mouth, his grip on my waist tightened.

  Something cool rubbed over my anus.

  I jerked.

  “Shh … lube.” Andre kissed my ear. “That’s it, nothing else for now.”

  I wanted to protest that I was impatient, that I wanted it all, now. But I knew Andre wouldn’t rush, wouldn’t take me there until I was ready.

  I continued to grind against Tristan, a slow sensual movement of my hips.

  He ran his hands up my back, through my hair, he gripped the tops of my arms. Constantly moving, touching, exploring my body.

  Andre rubbed circles around my asshole. Spreading the lube and getting me used to being touched there again.

  I sighed into it and then moaned softly when he inserted one finger.

  Tristan broke the kiss. “Does it hurt?”

  “No, no, it’s nice … more than nice.” I gritted my teeth. Andre added another finger and pushed knuckle deep. “But I want his cock.”

  Andre chuckled. “I heard that, you impatient minx. You’ll have to wait a minute.”

  Tristan smiled. “I dreamed of doing this with you but didn’t think it would happen.”

  “Why not?” I was struggling to keep my eyes open. My lids wanted to flutter shut. Andre was pumping his fingers in and out of me, stretching my ring and spreading lube.

  “Because it’s a lot to take, two men, inside of you.”

  “I can do it. I’m sure of it.” I gritted my teeth and stilled.

  Could I?

  Andre was really opening me up. Scissoring his fingers. The sting was erotic and dark and made me more determined.

  “Please…” I said, “Andre.”

  “Yes.” He withdrew. “Now.”

  The bed shifted as he got to his knees between mine and Tristan’s legs.

  I arched my back, best I could while keeping Tristan buried deep, and exposed my hole to him.

  The cool tip of his cock pressed against me.

  “Stop if it hurts her,” Tristan said, directing his words over my shoulder.

  “Of course,” Andre replied. “Of course I will.”

  “He won’t hurt me,” I said. “Oh God, fuck me, both of you fuck me.” I shut my eyes, lost to it, to what was about to happen, to what was happening.

  Andre pushed into me, he went faster than before, easing my hole open then popping the head of his cock inside.

  A low, guttural moan rumbled up from my chest as he sank deep. I was so full already, Tristan’s big dick seated to the hilt. And now…

  “Jesus Christ,” Tristan said, his voice breathy. “I can fucking feel you, Andre.”

  “Yes, yes, oh God…” Andre moaned, sliding his hands over the globes of my ass and spreading them wide. “So hot.”

  And damn I could feel them both. I’d never been so full, the sensation of being packed with cock, the density of their flesh within me was mind-blowing.

  We all stilled, adjusting to their invasion of my body.

  “Baby,” Tristan said, smoothing my hair back from my face.

  “I’m okay,” I panted. “I’m okay.” I moved, just a fraction, stimulating my clit to test out the sensations. “Yes, okay.”

  “You set the pace to start with,” Andre said. “So you can deal with it.”

  I kind of nodded but my head barely felt a part of my body. I started to move, working my clit and clenching around the two thick shafts.

  Andre moaned.

  Tristan tensed.

  I wasn’t in any type of rhythm, my movements fractured. “Andre,” I gasped, “You do it. You move.”

  He didn’t need asking twice. He withdrew almost out then pushed back in, when he hit balls deep he thrust some more which drove me onto Tristan.

  “Oh God, yes, that’s it.” I clenched my fists and curled my toes. He’d hit the spot just right.

  He did it again, and again, riding into me, fucking me onto Tristan.

  Tristan was hard and solid beneath me, holding me in a vice-like grip. His cock was so rigid I knew he’d come soon.

  But so would I. My orgasm was developing. It was a big, powerful climax that would detonate from the very core of me. As it grew I wondered how I would survive its strength. Surely it would splinter me apart. I’d throb and pulse and fall to pieces around Tristan and Andre’s cocks.

  “I … can’t hold off…” Andre said. “Too good.”

  “Yes, come…” I gasped. “Come, with me.”

  Tristan bucked his hips upward. A strangled cry left his mouth and his release consumed him.

  My clit sent white-hot darts of pleasure to my pussy and my ass. I held on for a moment, relishing the first fall into climax then came.

  “Yes, yes…” Andre said, gripping my waist and his cock pulsing within me.

  My pussy and ass s
pasmed, squeezing the shafts wedged deep in my body. My clit was pulsating against Tristan, my heart thudding. I was breathless, my skin alive with pleasure. “Oh yes, don’t stop…” I cried.

  Andre withdrew and slammed back in. Another wave of bliss released within me. My stomach was tense, my back bowed tight.

  I collapsed onto Tristan, breathing hard and fast.

  Andre stopped moving, seated deep, he stilled.

  I allowed the muscles in my pelvis to contract and relax, each spasm sending renewed ecstasy through my body.

  We stayed connected, catching our breaths and locked together, for some time.

  Eventually, Andre withdrew, his cock soft now.

  “That was incredible,” Tristan said, kissing the tip of my nose.

  I smiled sleepily. “I thought so.”

  He stayed inside me but tipped me onto the bed, so I was lying facing him.

  Andre snuggled in behind me, his arms winding around my waist and his legs folding into ours. “Was it everything you’d hoped?” he asked, pressing his lips to my ear.

  “Yes, and more.” I looked over my shoulder at him. “Was it for you?”

  “Do you even need to ask?” He smiled, a wonderful content, glowing smile that made me wonder what I’d do without him in my life now.

  “I hope we can do that again sometime,” Tristan said, “clearly leaving you two alone to think up new sexual adventures suits everyone.”

  I turned back to him and pushed a lock of his hair from his eyes. “I think we all suit each other, don’t you?”

  “You suit us,” Tristan said. “That much is for sure.”

  “Which is why we love you,” Andre said quietly into my ear. “Lots.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes,” Tristan said. “Why hold it back? Why not just let it happen?” He paused. “And we have let it happen. We’re in love with you.”

  Tears pricked my eyes. I’d never been so happy, so fulfilled and it seemed now the L word was in play this feeling was here to stay, it had moved in. “I … I love you both, too.”

  “We didn’t say it to hear it back,” Andre said.

  I shifted. Tristan’s cock slipped from me. “I know that.” I stroked his lips. “And that’s not why I’m saying it. I’m saying it because it’s true and I feel like the luckiest woman on the planet to have two wonderful, handsome, giving men in my life. Whatever happens…”

  “You don’t have to worry about anything happening to spoil it.” Andre smiled.

  “No, because we’re here, in your life, in you, for as long as you’ll have us,” Tristan said. “We’re the lucky ones, to have found a woman who can put up with us both.”

  “Abso-bloody-lutely,” Andre said. “We’re counting our lucky stars you applied for the position of PA because now our lives our complete.”

  A tear overbalanced and ran down my cheek. It was a tear of happiness, of joy, and I let it fall and soak away taking with it all the negative worries I had. Nothing else mattered or existed when I was wrapped up in my men, they had me, hook line and sinker and that was just where I wanted to be.

  Epilogue

  Tristan

  “Yes, James, that’s perfect. And if you could contact the new finance director at Gent and let him know that’s the plan it would be great.” I stepped out of my new car, a black Merc, and shut the door.

  “Do you need contracts drawn up by the end of the week?” James asked.

  “Yes, good thinking.” I looked up at the house. Several lights were on and it was warm and inviting. Stella had put a Christmas wreath on the door and the frost had caught on the holly leaves.

  “I’ll get to it,” James said. “Catch you tomorrow, boss.”

  “Yes. You will and James…”

  “Yes.”

  “Thanks. You’ve been absolutely brilliant on this project. Andre and I really appreciate it.”

  There was a pause, then, “Thank you. It’s been hard work but I’ve enjoyed it.”

  “And that shows, we’re lucky to have you.”

  “I’m happy at Wainwright and Bramon.”

  “Pleased to hear it. Catch you in the morning.” I ended the call then flicked my phone off. That was it. I was done for the night. No more.

  I unlocked the front door and stepped in. The scent of something herby and delicious filled my nostrils. “Hey babe,” I called.

  “Hi,” Stella replied from the kitchen. “Shut the door quick, don’t let Trixiebelle out.”

  As she’d spoken, a flash of gray fur had careened past me with Lullabelle not far behind.

  I hurriedly clicked the door shut. “Hey fur babies,” I said, toeing off my shoes.

  The two cats were gone in a flash. Trixiebelle, the new kitten, now in hot pursuit of Lullabelle.

  I chuckled, they’d certainly brought life to the big house.

  After hanging my suit jacket on the hook, I undid my tie and the top button of my shirt.

  I headed into the kitchen, enjoying the smell of dinner as it got stronger.

  Stella, the love of my life, the woman who made everything worth it, was standing by the stove stirring something in a large orange pan. “Hey gorgeous.”

  She turned and smiled.

  My heart swelled with love for her. “Smells good.”

  “It’s beef in Guinness.”

  “That’ll hit the spot.”

  She put the spoon down and walked up to me.

  I pulled her close and set a kiss on her lips. No matter how good dinner was, it wouldn’t be nearly as delicious as she tasted. Stella was sweet and sexy, a kiss from her, a waft of her perfume, could have me ready to go in minutes.

  Even after eighteen months together she still had that effect on me, and if anything, she was getting harder to resist.

  I felt my cock twitch, her nearness already having an impact on my body.

  She pulled back and set her hands on my shoulders, squeezed. “You’re tense.”

  “It’s been a long day.”

  “Were they awkward clients?”

  “No, not really, just very specific about what they wanted but not very good at articulating it. We got there in the end though.” I paused. “How was the office?”

  “Running smoothly.” She smiled. “Andre said he’d be in soon. Had something to sort out before he goes to Barcelona in the morning.”

  I nodded. The business contacts in Barcelona were worth their weight in gold and Andre was great at wooing them.

  Stella continued to rub my shoulders. “You need a massage.”

  “I wouldn’t say no.” Naked massage maybe?

  “Go and sit down.” She nodded at the seating area she’d organized in front of the large patio doors. There was a TV there now that she sometimes watched when cooking or relaxing.

  She liked cooking, and Andre and I enjoyed eating her creations. She had quite a talent.

  “Here.” She pulled back and reached for a wine glass. “Sip this.” She tipped a few inches of red wine into it.

  “Thanks.” I took it and tasted the mellow shiraz.

  “I’ll be there in a minute.” She flapped her hand toward the sofa, then turned back to the stove.

  As I walked to the seating area, the two cats hurtled past again. “Have they been like this since you got in?” I asked.

  “Yes, Trixie will tire in a minute and fall asleep.”

  “And Lullabelle will likely be glad of the rest.”

  Stella laughed, a lovely tinkling sound that warmed me to my core. “Yes, she will.”

  I sat and watched as the cats did indeed slow down. Stella had made them a bed out of patchwork material set in a basket and Lullabelle settled into it.

  Sitting into the sofa, I watched as Trixie yawned showing off all her tiny cat teeth. She then stretched and half-heartedly batted at a woolen ball.

  Lullabelle watched her for a moment before shutting her eyes.

  Trixie, obviously sensing playtime was over, headed into the basket and curle
d up next to Lullabelle.

  Lullabelle gave her a narrow eyed stare then licked the top of her head.

  Trixie settled her chin on her paws and shut her eyes. She gave a little sigh and her bones seemed to melt into the cushion she was on.

  I smiled and gave a similar sigh, relishing having a warm home when I was working in London and a loving woman to end my day with.

  “Hey,” Stella whispered in my ear. “Take this shirt off and I’ll rub these knots from your shoulders.”

  The knots were already going. I felt tension drain from me the minute I stepped into the house these days—I never used my flat anymore, it was rented out. As was Stella’s, we all just lived here, happily.

  I quickly undid my buttons and pulled the shirt off.

  She placed her small hands on my shoulders and set to work.

  I stared out of the window, enjoying her touch. It was more than skin on skin, it was love and affection and concern.

  And I loved her for that, for being concerned about me and for putting up with me. She was one in a million to do that.

  I blew out a long low breath and stared at the frost sparkling on the shrubs in the garden. It looked magical and I was sure our Christmas was going to be magical too.

  Stella’s friend Sian was visiting with her two partners, Coben and Ed, and it looked set to be a fun time over the festive period. I liked both guys, it was nice to have new friends who got that we were in a threesome, why it worked for us, and had no judgment about it. And it was also refreshing to have friends who had nothing to do with the marketing industry.

  I admired Coben’s security firm and his passion for it. And although Ed couldn’t talk much about his job in the military, he had a sense of fun and adventure about him. It was clear they were all a very tight unit, like we were. Coben and Ed were easily as close as Andre and I.

  Stella always seemed upbeat when she’d spent time with Sian too, and I adored Sian for that. Her being Stella’s friend was important to us now that we’d decided to start telling our nearest and dearest about our threesome relationship.

  “What you thinking about?” Stella asked.

  “Us.”

  “What about us?” She rubbed my neck.

  “How it will be a relief to stop hiding the fact that we are a threesome. When we tell our families that is.”

  “I don’t think anyone will be overly surprised.” She kissed the top of my head. “We’ve done it the right way round, letting an idea sneak up on them. My parents just want me to be happy, they’ve always said that.”