by Carew, Opal
Sloan also unzipped and she found his huge member, too. A hard cock in each hand. She squeezed them in delight.
Both of the men dropped their pants to the floor. She turned between them and lowered herself to a crouch, then stared at the two big erections in front of her.
“They’re both so big!” She smiled as she stroked them both up and down. “Move closer together.”
They moved side to side. She leaned forward and licked Liam’s tip, then Sloan’s. She wrapped her lips around Sloan and took his cockhead into her mouth. He filled her so full. She squeezed and sucked a little, then released him and moved to Liam’s. She took him in her mouth, then slid down his shaft, taking him all the way in. Then she glided off.
“God, it’s cold without you, baby,” Liam said.
She lifted both cocks upward and licked Sloan from balls to tip, then Liam. Back and forth, like two big lollipop treats. She stroked Sloan’s balls while she grasped Liam’s cock and licked it all over, then took it in her mouth again and swallowed it whole. She moved up and down on him, squeezing him in her mouth until he moaned in delight. Then she glided away and stroked him with her hand as she grasped Sloan’s cock and swallowed his cockhead in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, then took him deeper and squeezed his shaft inside her mouth.
Finally, she glided away and stroked him, too. Sloan drew her to her feet and captured her mouth, his tongue filling her, then driving in and out. Liam moved behind her and nuzzled the back of her neck. The erotic sensation set her hairs on end and tingles quivered through her. Liam’s hands glided around her waist and he drew her tight to his body, the length of his big cock pushing against her behind. Sloan stroked her breasts, leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth, then sucked. She moaned at the intense sensations spiraling through her.
She grabbed Sloan’s huge cock and stroked as he licked and teased her sensitive nipples.
He buried his face between her breasts and moaned as she squeezed his cock.
“Oh, God, sweetheart, I want to be inside you,” Sloan said.
She took his hand and guided it downward until he stroked his fingers over her very wet slit.
“I feel the same way,” she murmured huskily.
“The ottoman.” Liam stepped back and took her hand, then led her into the living room.
She sat down on the burgundy leather ottoman and cupped her breasts, then stroked them. Both men watched, their eyes darkening. She stroked down her stomach, then glided her fingers over her slit.
“You two have made me so wet.” She stroked over her slick flesh, watching their twitching cocks. She slid a finger inside herself and Liam groaned, his hand gliding along his cock.
Sloan dropped to his knees in front of her and clamped his mouth over her nipple and sucked deeply. She moaned at the exquisite pleasure. His hand covered hers and he stroked her slick flesh. Then his finger joined hers inside.
“I need to fuck you right now,” Sloan said.
She widened her legs in clear invitation. Sloan pressed his cockhead to her opening and drove inside her. She gasped at the intense invasion of his massive cock.
Liam stood beside them and she grasped his cock and drew it to her mouth. She swallowed his cock and squeezed it with her mouth. Sloan cupped her breasts and drew back, then thrust into her again. She moaned around Liam’s cock, then gripped his shaft tightly in her hand as she continued to suck.
Sloan drew back again, the dragging of his wide cockhead against her inner passage sending pleasure thrumming through her.
“God, I’m going to come.” Sloan drove into her again, then began thrusting in earnest.
In and out, filling her again and again. She sucked on Liam until the pleasure exploded inside her and she squeezed Sloan’s huge cock and moaned. He kept on thrusting. Deep. Hard. She wailed as the orgasm ricocheted through her. Sloan thrust hard again, then rocked against her. She felt his liquid heat fill her as she clung to his shoulders, still riding the wave of ecstasy.
Finally, Sloan collapsed on top of her, sucking in air. She loved the feel of his big, solid body on her, but she knew he held off much of his weight with his arms, his hands pressed on the top of the ottoman on both sides of her. She opened her eyes and saw Liam standing there, his cock still rock hard above her face.
She kissed Sloan’s cheek and he turned his face to capture her mouth in a kiss. Tender and sweet. He released her lips and his loving gaze washed over her. Warming her. Sending butterflies through her stomach.
He pushed himself to his feet and she smiled up at Liam as he moved into place and knelt before her. He pressed his cock to her opening and slid inside. She wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him tight to her.
She raised her lips and he kissed her. There was a sweetness to the gentle brush of his lips, too, which surprised her.
“Make me come again, Liam.”
He smiled. “I’ll do my best.”
He thrust deep and she knew his best would be pretty damned good. She arched against him, and he drew back and thrust again. She moaned as another orgasm swelled inside her. He thrust into her like a piston, filling her again and again. She squeezed him inside as his hand slipped between them and found her clit. He stroked it and her insides fluttered wildly. He slammed into her again and again, stroking her clit at the same time. She clung to him, then wailed as she flew off into ecstasy.
* * *
Sloan held Janine close to him, his arms wrapped around her possessively. Their naked bodies were pressed tightly together, her soft round behind tucked against his groin as they spooned. He was intensely aware of Liam lying on the other side of Janine, his face only inches from hers.
Damn it. He’d thought that he could bring Liam along for Janine’s fantasy, enabling himself to score points with her for stepping it up a notch and embracing her adventurous lifestyle, while gaining some level of control of the situation. But he hadn’t thought through the repercussions. He’d figured Liam was a good choice for a sexy stranger, but it wasn’t supposed to go beyond that.
Sloan nuzzled his face in Janine’s soft hair, breathing in her herbal scent. Leave it to Janine to throw him off balance by inviting Liam to join them for the day. If he’d thought about it, he could have predicted she’d do something like that. Now the problem was, she seemed to have taken a liking to Liam. And that meant that Liam was continuing to be a part of their sexual adventures.
He gazed at his friend’s face in the moonlight. If Sloan asked Liam to back off, he would. Sloan knew that. But that could get Sloan into more trouble in the long run. Janine would be majorly ticked off if she thought Sloan was trying to control whom she was involved with.
Either way, he didn’t want to admit to Liam that he had feelings for Janine. He didn’t like sharing his feelings with others. It was hard enough sharing them with Janine. He hated showing that kind of vulnerability to anyone.
Bottom line was, bringing Liam into the situation had scored him points with Janine. It had also helped distract her from the other men she was seeing. Anything he could do to weaken those ties helped put him in a better position.
So keeping Liam involved was probably the best thing for Sloan.
He snuggled closer to Janine. If it came down to it, Sloan should be able to win in a competition with Liam, because he had love on his side. That was his secret weapon. Not that Liam would really compete with him if Sloan broke down and admitted his feelings for her. But he wouldn’t do that unless he really had to.
If he could just find a way to spend some one-on-one time with her, to show how right he was for her, then he was sure he could win her over.
Twelve
Janine glanced up from the computer screen when Rebecca, her secretary, stepped into her office and closed the door behind her.
“Janine. There’s someone here to see you. He’s absolutely gorgeous and I’m so jealous! Do you want me to send him in?”
Janine’s lips quirked. “Well, I’m not
going to refuse after that description, am I?”
“Good choice.” Rebecca opened the door and smiled at someone. “Ms. Reid will see you now.” Rebecca smiled.
Sloan stepped into the doorway and leaned against the doorjamb. “Hi.”
“Hi. This is a surprise.”
He grinned. “A pleasant one, I hope.”
Rebecca just stood gazing at him, a half smile on her lips.
“Rebecca, why don’t you go for lunch?”
Rebecca glanced at her, then back to Sloan. “Okay, boss. I’ll see you around one.” She slipped past Sloan, a wistful look in her eyes. Clearly, she would love to be the one dating Sloan, and for some reason, a pang of jealousy surged through Janine.
Sloan stepped farther into the office. “Actually, it’s such a beautiful day, I came to invite you out for lunch. I was hoping you could steal a couple of hours from work.”
“Your schedule’s clear, boss,” Rebecca called from the outer office. “That should be no problem.”
“Thanks, Rebecca. Now go to lunch.”
“Okay, I’m gone,” she called back.
Janine waited until she heard Rebecca’s desk drawer open and close as she retrieved her purse, and then Janine watched as Rebecca walked down the hall.
“She’s cute,” Sloan said.
“You think so? Want me to invite her on our next date?”
Sloan glanced her way in surprise. “Really?”
“No, not really. She’s my secretary. I’m sure there’s some sort of sexual harassment problem if I even suggest it.”
“Oh.”
She smiled. “Don’t look so crestfallen. If you’d like me to invite another woman along, I know someone you would probably find attractive who would enjoy joining in.”
He stared at her, and his vivid blue eyes darkened. He pushed the door closed and walked around her desk, then turned her chair to face him. Janine gazed up at him as he towered over her.
Sloan took her hand and pulled her to her feet and into his arms. “As tempting as that sounds—and believe me, the thought of being with two sexy women at the same time is a definite fantasy of mine—I only want to be with you.”
Janine choked back a lump in her throat. She’d really thought Sloan would jump at a chance like that—to be with two women. But the intensity of his piercing blue gaze as it held hers, the confident, absolute certainty of his conviction that he wanted her, and her alone, melted her heart. Right at this moment, if she let them, tears would spring from her eyes at the sincerity of his love for her.
Oh, God, no. Not love. Some misguided attraction or desire to recapture what they might have had when they were younger. But he was not in love with her. She didn’t believe that.
She couldn’t believe that.
He captured her lips in a compelling combination of tenderness and authority. His tongue swept into her mouth, engaging hers in a tumultuous dance. When he finally released her, she simply gazed at him, catching her breath.
“So? Lunch?”
“Um … sure.” She grabbed her purse and pulled it from her drawer. “What do you have in mind? One of the outdoor patios on the river?”
“No. Something more interesting than that.” He crossed her office and opened the door.
“More interesting? Like what?”
“Follow me and you’ll find out.”
“Oh, a surprise?” She wasn’t sure if she wanted a surprise, especially from Sloan. But she was committed now as she followed him to the elevator.
She stepped off at the lobby and she followed him out the front door, then down the street. He stopped in front of a big black motorcycle.
“I didn’t know you rode a motorcycle.”
“There’s a lot about me you don’t know.” He unlocked the case at the back and pulled out a helmet, which he handed to her.
She pulled on the helmet, then glanced down at her straight black skirt. “Hmm.”
He chuckled as he pulled on a black leather jacket he’d stowed in the storage compartment. “What? My wild and passionate Janine is going to let a little thing like a skirt stop her from enjoying an adventure with a man?”
She compressed her lips and grabbed the sides of her skirt, wriggling it up a little, then climbed onto the backseat of the big machine. A couple of young guys passing by whistled at her show of leg.
Sloan glanced at her black-stocking-clad thighs in appreciation, then climbed onto the bike in front of her.
“Hang on.” He thrust his leg down and the machine rumbled to life.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, her fingers gliding over the supple leather of his jacket. Sloan pulled into the noontime traffic and zoomed down the road. About ten minutes later, the bike zipped along the highway. Janine rested her head against Sloan’s back, protecting her face from the wind.
After about a twenty-minute ride, he pulled off on a small side road, which got smaller as they followed it through trees, until finally it petered off into a dirt road. Still he drove until finally he took another side road. Janine could see the glitter of water ahead.
He pulled off the road to a clearing in the trees with the banks of the lake only yards away, then turned off the engine.
“It’s pretty isolated, so I thought it would be the perfect place for a picnic.”
The clear blue sky above and the sunlight glittering on the calm water made a beautiful view.
“It’s lovely.”
He got off the bike, and she took the hand he offered to help her climb down.
“I packed some sandwiches and juice,” he said.
As he stepped forward to retrieve the lunch, she stepped in his path. “You know, why don’t we forget about eating right now?” She stroked her hand over his shoulder, then down the front of his leather jacket. Her fingers caught the zipper tab and she dragged it down. Slowly.
“I can think of something else I’d much rather do right now than have lunch.”
She flattened her other hand on his solid chest and caressed. The feel of hard muscle under her palm sent thrills through her. The zipper tag hit the end and his jacket fell open. He shrugged it off, then tugged off his black T-shirt.
“Well, there’s an offer I can’t refuse,” he said.
Her gaze fell to the tanned flesh of his bulging arms and broad chest, and traveled down to his ridged abs. She smiled and pressed him back against the bike, then ran her hand over his bulging crotch. She glanced around. No one was anywhere in sight, and they were so far off the beaten path she was sure no one would happen upon them.
She unfastened his black leather belt and unzipped his jeans. His erection had pushed past the waistband of his boxers, and several inches of cock peeked over the edge. She tucked her fingers under the waistband and drew it down, exposing the top half of his shaft.
He kicked off his shoes, then pushed his jeans and boxers down in one motion and stepped out of them. Now he stood before her naked except for his socks. And she was fully clothed. It was an incredibly sexy situation.
Her fingertips brushed against the satin skin of his shaft, and she wrapped her fingers around it. Of course, he was so thick she couldn’t close her fingers around him. She stroked up and down, loving the feel of his big, marble-hard member in her hand.
“How sturdy is that bike?” she asked. “On the stand, I mean.”
He grinned. “It’ll hold both our weights without falling down, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“That’s exactly what I’m asking.”
He wrapped his hands around her hips, pulled her to him, and kissed her, his mouth caressing hers with passion. She felt his fingers at her back, then he glided her skirt down, revealing her black pantyhose.
“You seemed to be having some difficulty with your skirt on the way here, so I wanted you to be comfortable.”
She grinned. “I see.” She stepped out of her shoes and tugged off her pantyhose, then unfastened her blouse buttons, one by one.
He watched as her
blouse parted bit by bit, slowly revealing her black lace bra beneath. She dropped her blouse to the ground, leaving her standing there in only her bra and matching panties.
He kicked his leg over the bike and sat on the passenger seat, which rose above the driver’s seat, then lifted her onto the bike facing him. She leaned back and ran her hands over her breasts, then squeezed them together. Sloan’s gaze locked on them as they swelled forward, and he watched her hands as they stroked over her shoulders and then down her arms, as she caressed herself seductively. She hooked her thumbs under her bra straps, then glided up and down. She dropped one strap off her shoulder, then the other. He watched as she stroked down her stomach, her other hand cupping her breast and squeezing. When her hand reached her panties, she tucked a finger under the waistband, then lifted. Sloan’s cock twitched and he wrapped his hand around it. Gazing at his gigantic member, she tucked her hand inside the crotch of her panties and stroked.
* * *
Sloan could just imagine what Janine felt inside the tiny little panties of hers. If her pussy was half as wet as his cock was hard, she must be ready to come right now. Her hand glided out of her panties and back up to her breasts, her fingers glistening in the sunlight.
She stroked over her breasts again and squeezed them together. They swelled forward enticingly. She toyed with her loose bra straps, then tugged downward, pulling the cups a little. She tugged the lace lower and his breath caught as her nipple appeared above the black fabric. She pulled the other cup down and her other nipple peeked out. He tightened his hold on his cock.
She reached around behind her and unfastened her bra, then held it against her breasts. She stroked her hands over the cups, then lowered the garment slowly, revealing more and more of her perfect breasts. Finally, she tossed it aside.
She wrapped her hands around her waist, her arms pushing her breasts upward, then stroked their undersides.
She leaned back against the instrument panel, caressing her breasts, then her shoulders, back to her breasts … her hands constantly moving, touching, squeezing.
