Threesome Interlude

by Sienna Matthews

  THREESOME INTERLUDE

  Sienna Matthews

  Copyright 2012 Sienna Matthews

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  “Done!” Lynne Morrison whooped as she saved the file and hit the print button. Paper

  after paper spewed out of the printer. Her proposal for a condominium building for the

  company’s recently acquired property should reflect the hard work and tons of research

  she put into it. The project’s financial viability was excellent and the board should be

  pleased with the profitability projections. If her proposal were selected, she should be one step closer to the coveted directorship.

  She stacked the sheaf of paper neatly on her desk, ready to be handed over to her

  assistant for photocopying and binding the next morning. She yawned and glanced at the

  small clock on her desk. Close to eleven at night. She’d better pack up and go home.

  At age thirty-two, she worked hard and played hard. Speaking of which, she deserved

  a reward for the many hours she spent on this project.

  Which of her friends with benefits would she call?

  She rummaged in her bag for her cell phone and pressed a speed dial number. The call

  was answered on the first ring. “Andy, hi, it’s Lynne.”

  Andy was one of her friends from high school. He was tall, lanky and had been her

  science lab partner. A geek, he’d filled out somewhat in university, where he was now an

  assistant chemistry professor. He was unassuming and down-to-earth, which made him an

  easy person to be with.

  “Lynne, baby, how’re you doing?”

  “Fine. Horny,” she confessed.

  “Want me to go over tonight?” He was eager. Ever since his fiancée had broken up

  with him two years ago, he’d sworn off dating. No wonder he was excited. Lynne was

  probably his only chance for a sex life, not counting his hand, of course.

  “I was thinking this weekend.”

  He laughed. “Even better.”

  “I knew you would.” Lynne grinned. Andy wasn’t a bad lover. What he lacked in

  technique, he made up for in enthusiasm. “Maybe you’d like to call your friend to join us.”

  “Oh, fancy being the filling in the sandwich?”

  “You know me, sweetheart, I’m insatiable,” she purred.

  He laughed even harder. “I’m looking forward to a weekend of non-stop sex. The

  lucky guy I call better treat me to lunch. And dinner.”

  “Make sure he knows.” Lynne loved not knowing which of Andy’s friends was going

  to be the third in the party, and Andy loved surprising her.

  “Same place, same time?”

  “You bet.”

  She hit the end button, an anticipatory thrill already skating up her spine. Good thing

  the weekend was only two days away.

  Picking up her bag, she locked the drawers on her cubicle, turned off the lights and

  made her way out to the hall to wait for the elevator. This late in the night, she was the only one left in the office.

  Ding!

  The elevator arrived and she stopped with one foot in the car.

  Oh my! Yummy.

  Two hunky, gorgeous guys were already inside the car. Their features were enough

  alike that she thought they might be brothers, both with blond hair and blue eyes, though

  the left guy had a broken nose and a dimple when he laughed. The right guy was a bit

  bigger though, his muscles probably built by hitting a gym. She’d never seen them before;

  she was sure she’d remember them if she did as they weren’t the kind of guys a woman

  would easily forget.

  Attraction hit her like a sledgehammer in the belly. Her entire body softened and her

  pussy became moist with her arousal. She wanted them, both of them. Fucking them

  would be the perfect end to the day. She thought she saw the dimple guy’s nose flared as

  he caught her scent, but she could’ve been mistaken because muscle guy broke the

  conversation and assessed her.

  Flames of lust leaped in those appreciative blue eyes and, out of the corner of her eyes,

  she thought she saw dimple guy’s gaze roamed over her figure in a leisurely, almost tactile touch. She barely contained a shiver.

  Muscle guy lifted a brow. “Are you coming in?”

  Thank goodness she was quick on her feet. “Sorry about that, I thought I’d forgotten

  something.” She forced herself to move inside the car and send each a polite nod. She

  turned to face the doors, which were closing. The shiny reflection showed both men

  staring at her.

  This is your chance! Talk!

  She smiled at their reflections and nodded again. “Working late?”

  “Not anymore,” dimple guy drawled. “For the day anyway. Mark here has a date who

  doesn’t mind waiting for him, and he’s off to meet her now.”

  If she had a date like Mark, she wouldn’t mind waiting either.

  Mark scowled. “Shut it, Ash. One smile from a beautiful woman and your motor

  mouth’s off again.”

  “Hey.” Ash jabbed Mark in the arm.

  “Brothers?” she asked wryly.

  Mark nodded. “I’ll let you guess who’s younger.”

  Just as she opened her mouth, the elevator came to a jarring stop and the lights

  dimmed. She clutched the rail as she was jerked off balance. Her heart pounded. “What

  happened?”

  “Damn it.” Mark strode to the panel and punched the speaker button. “Hello? Hello?

  Anyone there?”

  The intercom cackled.

  This is your chance, Lynne! What are you doing, still standing there? Swoon, faint,

  whatever, get yourself into one of those men’s arms!

  Her handbag dropped to the floor—oh no, her Prada! All for a good cause, she

  reminded herself.

  She staggered.

  No one moved.

  Help me, stupid! I’m already making this easy for you.

  Ash leaped to her aid and helped her to sit on the floor, her back to the wall. “Hey, are

  you all right?”

  “Faint,” she breathed, one hand tugging at the top button of her blouse.

  “Okay, your passageway�
��s probably constricted. Here, let me help you.” Ash

  unbuttoned the top one. “There. Is that better?”

  “More.”

  He undid two more, his gaze riveted to the creamy tops of her breasts, showcased by

  her lacy bra. She was glad she wore one of her nicer bras this morning. Her nipples

  hardened and poked through her blouse. She was sure he could see her arousal, as his

  breath hitched. He dragged his eyes up with difficulty to meet her gaze.

  “Sorry, but you’re beautiful,” he said in a low, husky tone. “I’m not a pervert.

  Usually.”

  She chuckled. “Don’t worry. You helped me breathe easier, so I’m inclined to forgive

  you. And you did say I’m beautiful.”

  “You are,” he acceded, his voice rasping over her in a delicious way.

  “I’m still feeling rather…constricted.” She waved her hand in a distracted gesture in

  the vicinity of her throat. “I think it’s my bra, restraining me. Could you…unhook me,

  please?”

  He had to undo the rest of the buttons to do it.

  “Oh, thank you.” She tugged her bra downward so more of her creamy flesh showed.

  Ash couldn’t take his eyes off them. His breathing became labored, and he swallowed

  hard. He reached toward her, his hand trembling.

  “My hero. You deserve a reward,” she breathed. Looping a hand around his neck, she

  drew him in for a kiss, which was tentative and exploratory at first, then became

  passionate. He slanted his head to kiss her deeper, the scent of coffee bursting in her

  senses.

  She guided his hand to her breast, and he took over from there, kneading the heavy

  globe and teasing her nipple into further prominence. He gave the other breast the same

  treatment, causing her to moan and her cream to flow.

  He lifted his head to say, “You’re so hot,” then claimed her mouth again.

  “What the hell are you two doing!” The loud bellow penetrated her sex-fogged mind.

  She opened her eyes to see Mark glaring at them.

  “Can’t see for yourself?” Ash asked dryly. He’d stopped kissing her, but he sat down

  beside her and pulled her into his lap. He divested her of her blouse and bra, then licked and sucked her nipples. She whimpered, arching to press more of her breast into his

  mouth. When he was satisfied that she was well and truly licked, he raised his head and

  presented her to his brother. “Look, Mark, isn’t she beautiful?”

  She felt wanton and sexy and sensual. Sexual. She took good care of her body, and her

  flesh was firm and supple, her breasts creamy and heavy and now topped with glistening

  cherry tops.

  Mark groaned. “Ash…” Yet he stared, unabashed.

  Lynne loved the boner under her ass, and she was sure she’d get the fucking she

  wanted tonight. From Ash, at least. But it wasn’t enough for her. Great stress required

  great relief, and from previous experiences, one man wasn’t enough. Moreover, she

  wanted Mark, too, and judging by the bulge in his pants, he wasn’t unaffected, despite his posturing.

  “Were you able to get security?” she asked.

  “What?” Mark asked, dazed.

  She grinned, pleased that she had the upper hand. When presented with a naked

  woman, men were so easy. “Security. Did you talk to them?”

  Mark blinked. “Yes. Finally. They said it may take a few minutes.”

  “Then we should get to it, shouldn’t we?”

  He blinked and blinked again at the sight of Ash’s talented mouth pulling on her

  breast. Lynne allowed pleasure to cross her face, then she crooked a finger at him. “C’mere.

  I want to taste your cock.”

  Mark controlled himself with visible effort. Man, she’d love to tear that down, and

  she would. When she got her hands on him, he’d be a goner. He wouldn’t be able to get

  enough of her.

  For the moment, he turned away, though with difficulty. “My date will be waiting—”

  Ash tore himself away from her breast, snorting. “You just met her once. All she’s

  gonna do tonight is warm your bed. But why wait when there’s a beautiful woman right

  here, willing to take us both on?”

  His fingers fisted. “But—”

  “C’mon, Mark. It’s been awhile since we’ve shared a woman.” Ash’s grin became even

  more mischievous. “And never in an elevator.”

  His comment drew an unwilling laugh from his brother. “Is that on your bucket list?”

  “Bucket list?” Lynne repeated, though her fascinated gaze was glued to Mark as he

  unbuckled his belt. The tug on her nipple sent a stream of heat sizzling through her, and a surprised moan left her lips, causing Mark’s eyes to darken.

  “You two will be the death of me.” Mark pulled the zipper down and pushed both his

  pants and boxers down and off. “Maybe I should have my own bucket list. Ash has one list

  of sexual experiences to cross off. Apparently, having sex in an elevator is one of them.”

  Though he continued speaking, words lost all meaning. She could only see his

  enormous, jutting cock—mushroom head, purple-veined and ten ways of delicious. She

  hooked a hand around his thigh and pulled him forward.

  She stroked up and down his entire length, feeling the silken hardness beneath her

  flesh.

  “You’re good,” he breathed.

  She placed a delicate lick on the underside of his balls as she glanced up at him

  through half-lidded eyes. “I aim to please,” she purred. Looking up past his cock and

  further up the long line of his body that was obscured by his office attire, she shivered at the erotic charge that went through her as their eyes met. Stark lust and intense need

  darkened those impossibly blue eyes, and when he threaded his hand through her hair,

  the tenderness with which he stroked her caused her pussy to pulse strong and deep.

  No other man had affected her quite like Mark, not even Ash, who was now kissing

  his way down her body. And she didn’t know why. His cock was delicious, huge enough

  to give her the explosive orgasms she craved, but some of her past lovers had similar

  equipment. He hadn’t even wanted to join them at first—ah, perhaps that was what

  piqued her interest. None of the men she’d propositioned ever turned her down; she did

  the rejection, never them.

  But no matter. He was here now, his cock in her hands and he was going to fuck her.

  Ash said something, but she didn’t hear, concentrating as she was on the fine

  specimen of cock in her hands. She nibbled her way up the rigid length, placing closed-lip kisses that probably drove him mad, judging by the way his fingers clenched on her hair,

  pulling at her scalp. Good. Then his hand was gone as he seemed to be removing his coat

  and shirt. For what? Oh my, for her to look. At him. At the hard, muscular body that her

  hand itched to stroke and glide over.

  She swiped her tongue down his cock in one long lick, then made her way up by

  kissing him open-mouthed this time, her tongue teasing the veins and lapping at his

  heated, throbbing flesh. She had the sensation of falling—ah, no, Ash was only laying her

  down on the bed made by Mark’s clothes. Mark followed the downward motion of her

  head so she didn’t break contact with his cock until he knelt on the floor.

  Ash removed the rest of her clothes and then settled himself down between her

  thighs to play with her pussy. Tilting her hips up so
that her pussy was bared to his gaze, he spent a moment admiring the view before bending down. His tongue made a confident,

  exploratory foray into her folds, exciting her so much that her cream flowed, which he

  lapped up with eagerness. He licked and kissed every inch, even her puffy pussy lips,

  before he took a stab at her entrance, his tongue fucking her and lapping up her juices.

  “So good,” Ash moaned.

  “So good,” she repeated, her tongue swirling around Mark’s cockhead and tasting his

  pre-cum.

  Mark bent down and captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue sweeping

  in to take and plunder. When he lifted his head, his eyes glittered and he echoed, “So

  good indeed.” He stood holding his cock with one hand and rubbed the cockhead against

  her lips. The scent of his musk and arousal wafted to her, and coupled with the erotic

  sight, it made her delirious. “Open.”

  She obeyed and sucked on his cock. Did she mention it tasted yummy? She alternated

  sucking with swirling her tongue over the head, and she heard Mark groaning more than

  once, his hand clenching on her hair. But she was being distracted by the happenings in

  her lower body, where Ash was lapping at her clit, making her jerk and moan. He added

  pressure on the hard bud and tension built in her, rising rapidly. She knew what was

  coming and took Mark’s cock away from her mouth. Her heart was also beating so fast in

  anticipation she was having trouble breathing.

  Ash pursed his mouth over her clit and sucked, lightly at first in slow, suction pulls,

  mewling begging cries escaped her mouth.

  “More,” she pleaded. “Please…harder…oh God, Ash!”

  The pulls on her clit became stronger, and stronger still until the pressure becomes

  unbearable. She gave in to the urge and rode his face, her hips twitching and gyrating

  with no semblance of rhythm.

  Pressure broke, and waves of pleasure washed over her. “Yes, yes!” she screamed, as

  another hard suck caused her to ride the crest of a second wave. God, this man was good.

  She pushed her pussy into his face as she shuddered, where his tongue now soothe instead

  of excite.

  Ash raised his head and grinned. “A screamer. I like that.”