by Linzi Basset
“I’m scared, Lex. It’s the first time a man has had such an effect on me. I’ve never experienced a total meltdown in any man’s arms, like I did that one night with Mason. It scares the living daylights out of me, Lex.”
“But I bet it excites you a hell of a lot more, doesn’t it?”
“You fucking bet it does. Very well. I’m pulling up my big girl panties and going for it. Full blast. I just hope that old-timer is ready for the tornado coming his way!”
Chapter Three
“I went through the customer reviews on our website and I have to admit, it’s the best we’ve ever had. Our staff really pulled the rabbit out of the hat this festive season,” Mason reported to Noah and Logan as he flipped through the slides.
“I know it’s not the norm, but I feel we should do something to acknowledge the team’s effort,” he continued thoughtfully.
“That sounds like a good idea, Mason. What do you propose,” Noah asked.
“I was thinking a good old Texan cookout at my place.”
“That’s a brilliant idea and with the size of your barn and grounds around your house, it’ll be the perfect setting,” Logan agreed.
“You cannot go in there! Miss Cooper, get back here,” Lily, Mason’s PA attempted to stop Rachel from entering the office.
The three men watched the debacle with amusement. Lily was five-feet-nine and towered over the petite blonde, who couldn’t be taller than five-feet-two. The determination in her eyes would likely win the battle even if her strength failed her.
“Let me go. I have something to say to your boss,” Rachel ordered as she yanked her arm loose.
“I’m sorry, Mason, I tried to stop her,” Lily said to Mason, who was finding it hard to hold back his laughter.
“It’s fine, Lily. Please close the door behind you,” Mason told her with a smile. “Well, you’ve got our attention, little chef. We’re all ears.”
Rachel suddenly realized she was the center of attention of three men, who weren’t even making a secret of ogling her body, encased in skin tight jeans, sneakers and white sweater. She cursed when she felt her nipples react to their heated perusal by growing taut under the thin sweater.
“I . . . ehm, actually wanted to speak to you alone,” she mumbled. She cursed herself for not being prepared for this very scenario.
“We have no secrets between us, my sweet. Please, feel free to talk, or leave, but don’t waste our time,” Mason said with raised eyebrows; the gesture—a challenge by itself.
Rachel dragged in a deep breath as she mentally pulled up her ‘big girl panties’, so to speak.
“Very well. I came to inform you that I have decided to indulge in my sexual desires.”
Mason didn’t move but the other two men coughed in an effort to hide their mirth. She slanted an irritated glare in their direction.
“You have? Well, good for you, Rachel. Pray tell, what exactly would that indulgence pertain?”
“You. I have every intention of fucking your brains out.” She turned and sauntered toward the door, where she lilted over her shoulder, “I only came to tell you to give you ample time to go into town and stock up on some of that magic blue pills.” She ignored the delighted barks of laughter from Noah and Logan. She awarded Mason with a sultry smile. “I mean, an old-timer like you would need some help, to keep it hard for what I have planned.”
One moment Rachel was reaching to open the door, the next she was on her back on the boardroom table where the three men had been sitting.
“What are you doing?” She gasped, her eyes as wide as saucers. “No! Mason, we’re in your office! You can’t . . . stop!” Rachel desperately tried to hold on to her jeans but he wrestled it from her hands and over her hips with ridiculous ease. “Logan Chance, don’t you dare,” she shrieked when he joined in and yanked her sweater over her head and before she could utter a word, Noah tore off her bra with one hard tug.
She was pinned to the table like a flimsy butterfly under their strong hands.
“You should’ve known better than to challenge my virility, my sweet. Now, I have every intention to prove that I can fuck your brains out without the added benefit of those ‘blue pills’,” Mason growled as he deftly caught the square condom wrapper Logan tossed at him.
Her body was petite but perfect in every sense. Her breasts were full and firm, tipped with rose-tinted nipples that stood taut under his regard. He trailed his fingers over her flat stomach, curvy hips and finally caressed her lean, shapely legs.
“Oh, my god! You can’t be serious. Anyone can walk in here,” Rachel shrieked. She was aware of a blush tinting her cheeks red but admitted it wasn’t at the thought of being caught in a compromising position, but rather from sexual excitement.
“Let me take care of that,” Noah drawled and went to lock the door. “There, little chef, problem solved.”
“Mason Walker, don’t you fucking dare take out your cock. I’m not having sex on a . . . a boardroom table, for goodness sake,” she snapped at him. Her voice rose when Logan leaned in to lap at her nipples with a leisurely flick of his tongue.
Logan looked at Noah who was holding Rachel’s hands and was watching them with a pleased smile on his lips. “How about you, mate? Don’t want a taste?”
“Not until I’ve discussed this with Alexis. I’ll enjoy just watching this time. Come on, Mason, I can smell that pussy of hers begging for your lips to devour it,” Noah said, prodding him to action.
“It’s doing no such . . . ohh . . . thing!” Rachel cried out when Mason buried his face into her loins, triggering a rush of sensations in her pussy with his lips. She moaned in mortification but couldn’t stop her hips from orbiting against his mouth. He continued to hungrily devour her delectable pussy.
“That’s more like it, little one,” Noah praised.
“I’ve been craving to taste your climax again, my sweet and I intend to gorge on you like a starved urchin until you feed me,” Mason growled against her skin. He slid two fingers inside her and began to pump and twist his hand, searching, feeling for the spongy pad of nerves inside her.
Efficacious jolts of rapture soared through her. The pressure inside her built and threatened to explode. Her cries begging for release escalated with every passing second.
“I love how responsive you are to me, Rachel,” Mason said. Rachel could feel him smile against her skin before he clamped his teeth around her clitoris, biting down gently. Logan followed suit and nibbled on one taut nub while pinching the other.
“Holy shit!” Rachel’s voice sounded thin and desperate as it echoed through the room. Another bite, this time harder around her clit, caused her to jerk. With a surprised scream, her climax washed over her. It was so strong she had no control over her thrashing body in their hands.
Mason sucked at the deluge of her release, sipping ravenously at the juicy dollops of nectar. He straightened with a smile, drunk on the sweet taste of her essence.
“I love your taste, luv and now, I’m going to give you what you came here for,” he promised with a growl as he sheathed his cock with a condom.
Rachel was past protesting, her eyes glued to his tumescence that bobbed in a pendulous arch, when he stepped between her legs. He pulled her closer to the edge of the table while spreading her thighs wider.
“Let’s see how much you can take from this old goat, little one,” he teased; a split second before he slammed hilt-deep into her pussy.
Rachel’s breath turned choppy and ragged. She’d forgotten how big he was and could fill her to the brink.
Logan’s lips folded around her nipple once again and he began to suck with strong, even tugs. Shards of heated arousal shot to her loins, from where his lips were wrapped around the taut nub. Her mind faltered, unable to focus on one sensation, when Mason pulled back slowly, awakening every nerve ending inside her pussy. She was floundering under a myriad of sensations; chills caused her skin to tingle, followed by blasts of heat that rushed through her ve
ins.
She was on the verge of combusting and the dratted man was taking his own sweet time plunging into her with deep and even thrusts.
“It seems our little chef has quite a sexual appetite, Mason, judging by how her hips are begging you to fuck her harder,” Noah commented with a look of salacious pleasure on his face. He folded his large hand around Rachel’s clenching fingers.
“Not to mention how her pussy is clenching my cock, mate. No, Rachel, I won’t be rushed. Not even by these dagger-shooting eyes of yours. It’s one of the benefits of being an old-timer; I can last a hell of a lot longer than you can. So, sweetie, prepare for multiple climaxes because I have a long way to go.”
Mason reached between them to rub the swollen nub that hardened further beneath his touch. When she bucked under him in a wild, untethered rhythm, a primeval moan escaped his throat.
“Please, Mason. I need more. Fuck me, damn you!” Rachel was blind to the other two men watching, or the fact that they were partaking in this intimacy with Mason. She reeled from the dizzying rush of adrenaline through her veins. She was lost in a yearning that had been her constant companion for the past months. She bucked and collided with his pounding cock in perfect rhythm.
“That’s it, luv. Show me how much you want me,” Mason praised her.
He tilted her hips higher, plunging into her with controlled force, drawing cries and moans from her lips as he scored over and over. Her body convulsed under his, flushed in a rosy tint from the continued orgasms he forced from her. Logan and Noah watched, their faces heated with arousal from watching the tantalizing scene unfold.
And still Mason continued, the sound of their skin slapping against each other was almost hypnotic.
“Now, Rachel, it’s my turn,” he warned and lifted her legs over his shoulders. His hands caught her hips to yank her hard into his pounding cock. Their eyes met and held. He was enraptured by the spiraling desire hazing her eyes; just like the night she’d given herself to him. It was like she was spellbound by him; ensnared by his gaze—as he was by hers.
“This time, my sweet, I want you to come with me,” he growled in her ear.
Rachel gasped when he plunged deep inside her with fast, rhythmic strokes. The thrusting tempo of his turgid strength, built to a height she’d never experienced before, filled her completely. Even as he stroked his taut shaft against her sweet spot, she arched her back, forcing him even deeper.
“Oh, fuck me! I’m coming,” she let out a carnal growl. Her pussy throbbed around his shaft, accompanied by another flush of heat that threatened to shove him over the edge.
“Beautiful, Rachel but I’m not done yet,” Mason growled. “Give me another condom, Logan and get your ass over here,” he ordered as he withdrew from her, growling in appreciation at the wetness covering his cock.
Rachel was still floating in the waves of euphoria when Logan turned her on her side and pushed his cock inside her pulsating pussy. He hooked her knee over his arm and pulled her leg up against her side.
“Oh god! I can’t . . . Mason! No,” she shrieked when she felt his blunt tip pressing against her tight rosette.
He hesitated and tilted her head to look into her eyes. “Are you saying you’ve never had anal before, Rachel?”
“No,” she gasped, her eyes wild at the feeling of Logan sliding in and out of her pussy, deliberately brushing his hardness against the swollen ganglia deep inside her, still sensitive from the recent climaxes. “I have but not like . . . ooohh, shit!” she cried when he pushed past her sphincter and continued until he was balls deep inside her ass.
He didn’t move but allowed her time to adjust to the new feeling of double penetration. Logan continued to plunge into her, his expression enigmatic as he glanced down to where his cock pumped into her pussy.
“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this sight,” he murmured.
“Here we go, Rachel. Hold on, my sweet, we’re going to rock your world,” Mason warned as he slowly dragged his cock back, awakening every nerve ending inside her ass and pussy as Logan immediately pushed back in. Sensations exploded inside her. She trembled at the intense heat that engulfed her. Her skin tingled with pleasure pricks that were as sharp as a hundred needles. A carnal moan echoed in the room as the demands of her body took over.
Suddenly, she needed to explore the heights these two men could take her to. She felt lighter, absolved of the shackles of a strict upbringing. Finally, I’m breaking free; doing something this unconventional. This fantasy, it’s mine to live.
“I want to fly, old-timer. Make me soar,” she demanded hoarsely.
Mason chuckled and nodded at Logan. Her lustful cries spurred them on to pound her body, harder and faster until their harsh breathing became a harmony of untethered passion to her ears.
Rachel couldn’t withstand the onslaught. Her wail of pleasure crawled to the surface, as a wave of sensual rapture carried her to blissful release. She moaned and cried out as they continued to plunder her body, eliciting another uncontrollable orgasm to rip through her the moment they both climaxed with unrestrained abandon inside her.
Rachel didn’t feel the two men gently clean her body or clothe her again. She was struggling to rise above the drowning sensations that were still running rampant inside her body and mind.
She opened her eyes and found Mason’s eyes on hers, shrouded with emotions she couldn’t decipher. He had moved to sit on the sofa and was holding her on his lap; a quick glance confirmed they were alone. She felt something stir inside her; their souls connected in this quiet moment between action and stillness. She blinked at the thought, wondering if he felt it too.
Mason caressed her cheek with the softest touch, afraid to break the heady magic in her eyes. He was basking in the complete fulfillment and sexual satiation that was reflected in her gaze.
It was a feeling he could become addicted to.
“Thank you.”
Mason was surprised. Whatever he’d expected her to say, thanking him had been the farthest from him mind.
“For what, luv?”
“For giving me an experience that finally yanked me from the claws of the hell I’d been forced to live, all my live.”
Mason searched her gaze. It didn’t take much to realize how close her youth had been to Alexis’.
“You and Alexis are the strongest women I have ever met, Rachel and I am in awe of you. It’s because of you that she managed to believe in love. And I guess it’s because of Alexis that you believe in yourself.”
Rachel lowered her eyes, overwhelmed that he had read her so accurately. He knew her deepest secrets without her having uttered a word.
“Ehm, well, I’m still working on that,” she finally admitted.
Mason pinched her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to look at him.
“Believe me, Rachel, you’re already there. It’s just your mind that has to catch up to reality.”
She smiled sadly, knowing it was easier said than done. Explosive sex with him and Logan had toggled loose the wildness inside her but it didn’t damper the feeling of insecurity in her own abilities to succeed in life. On her own, without them.
“Kiss me, old-timer. You talk too much,” Rachel chirped and pulled his mouth to hers.
It was much more pleasant to lose herself in the rapture of his sensual lips than be tortured with memories of her parents’ emotional abuse.
Chapter Four
“Sneaking up on me won’t work, Alexis. I can feel your presence from yards away,” Noah said before she could surprise him from behind.
He swiveled his chair around and yanked her onto his lap.
“Hmm, I see you’ve been thinking of me,” she cooed in his ear while she palmed his erection straining against his pants.
“Well, that’s what happens when I watch Mason and Logan fuck Rachel.”
He felt her body stiffening.
“Look at me, luv,” he ordered in that deep voice she could never resist. Her eyelids flutt
ered a few times before she raised her eyes to his. He sensed her withdrawing behind the same mask she used to wear when she’d first arrived.
“I thought we were past that, Alexis and that you trusted me.”
She bit into her bottom lip, willing the tears she could feel burning behind her lids to subside. Her fingers trembled as she fiddled with the collar of his shirt.
“I do trust you but I also know that the three of you have always shared your women. You share me with Mason and Logan so it’s only fair that they do the same and I shouldn’t . . . well I shouldn’t have double standards.”
“But you’re upset.”
“A little.”
“Why?”
“I, well, perhaps I anticipated that we would discuss it first. Warn me about what to expect and damn it, Noah, you’re mine! I want to be there when you fuck another woman. I want to be sure that it’s nothing more than just a physical act and when you look into my eyes with your cock inside her pussy, that your heart still belongs to me.”
“That’s something you never have to worry about, luv. My heart will always belong to you.” He brushed his fingers down her cheek. “But I didn’t touch Rachel, my love, apart from holding her hands. I enjoyed watching. I had no intention of partaking until I’ve discussed it with you.”
“You didn’t?” Alexis’ eyes widened and a sweet smile curved on her lips.
He chuckled and kissed her hard on the lips. Her arms curled around his neck while she wiggled on his lap until she was straddling him.
“Well, for that alone, my love, you need to be awarded,” she lilted in his ear, swirling the tip of her tongue along the whorl before sucking the lobe into her mouth.
Noah fisted his hand around a tuft of her hair and pulled her head back.
“I need to know how you really feel about the lifestyle we’re going to live, Alexis, because it will be our future.”
