She swallowed the hot shots of cum exploding from him, kept her mouth on him until the whimpering end. His whimpering end. Until he couldn't take her mouth on him any longer. Rory pulled her upright, still kneeling behind her, still plastered to her backside. He held her tightly while she rested her hands on Brede's thighs, her eyes closed, her mouth open gasping for breath.
Rory twisted her around, leaned her back on his arm, and took her lips in a primitive kiss. He had to be tasting Brede's ejaculation, the essence of it. She threw her arms around his shoulders, turning her body more fully toward him. His arms tightly enfolded her, his head moving and re-angling in to change the kiss, to eat at her mouth. She clung to him, swept into his passion, his desire.
He turned her again, pressing her onto the bed on her stomach. Oh, God, what now? He put his hands around her waist and pulled her hips up so that her ass canted toward him. Massaging her cheeks, his thumbs dipped into her crack, stroked the length of her, and settled on her back hole, pressing rhythmically. She moaned, a deep, dark, wicked moan. Her head rolled on the pillow, back and forth restlessly. She locked her fingers together on the back of her neck.
His body was close behind her, his thighs pressing hers, his chest cloaking her back, he hunkered around her like a cave. Then she felt it, the head of his cock nudging her vaginal opening. He thrust once, hard, burying himself inside her. She cried out, her hands dropped to the bed, and she pushed back to meet him as hard as he thrust into her.
He didn't stay buried for long. Rory's hips pistoned, rotated, the head of his penis ground across her G-spot, this time in a steady plunder. Her swaying breasts were captured and cupped. Was it Brede? Rory? Did it matter? She grunted, heard another voice grunting, but got caught up in the mindlessness of it, not able to help but narrow her focus to what was going on in her erogenous zones.
With a wild shriek, she rammed her ass back hard against Rory, wringing every last ounce of cum out of him, feeling the heartbeat of his cock deep inside her. Her own orgasm was like an out of body experience. Her body had no relationship to her brain, and her brain had no idea where she was. Tears wet her face as loud sobs tore out of her, and she collapsed onto the sheets. "I'm so embarrassed," she cried.
Rory, his palm cupping her head, held her with her cheek cuddled to his shoulder. She held her hand in a tight fist against his chest. Brede lay on the other side of her, running his hand soothingly up and down her back. Well, it was supposed to be soothing, but it just reminded her that she was in bed with two men and in way over her head.
"Don't cry, sweetheart," Rory murmured.
"I really think I want to go home."
"You're our sweet, darling girl," Brede said, his lilt becoming more prominent.
She gave a rueful giggle through her tears. "Not too many people would think what I just did was sweet."
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"Well, I thought it was sweet," Brede chimed in. "Come on, get under the covers."
He and Rory handled her as if she were fine crystal, tucking her into the bed between them. "Just close your eyes for a while. We'll watch over you. We don't want you to leave when you're upset."
Rory caressed her cheek, his fingers smooth, the strokes mesmerizing and calming. "Just sleep a while, honey."
It felt amazing lying between the two men. She rolled to her side facing Brede and cuddled against him. His chest rose and fell gently with the breath that wafted over her face while he murmured soothing words, words sounding lightly guttural but sensual nonetheless.
Rory's chest, hips, and thighs molded to the backs of hers, his semi-hard cock nudging her ass, his arm draped around her waist with his palm spread possessively over her belly. He kissed her shoulder.
They were wrapped so closely together that the men had to be touching each other, too. Wondering if she'd ever get the chance, she caught her lower lip between her teeth at the arousing renewal of the thought of watching them make love with each other.
Sleepily, she cracked a smile. After Rod's nastiness, it felt good to be cosseted by sexy, handsome men. Surprisingly safe in their warm affection, she drifted off in moments.
***
Two weeks after that fantastic, hot, erotic, carnal, emotional night, Gwen could still feel a whole body flush whenever she thought about it.
Ada was back from her honeymoon, and the first thing she asked when she walked into the office was, "Did you enjoy your evening with Brede and Rory, or do you think I fed you to the wolves?"
Gwen looked down pretending to be engrossed with papers she was organizing. "It was fine," she answered in a small voice.
"Fine? So, I guess it wasn't a great idea?"
Gwen lifted her chin. Besides being boss and employee, she and Ada were also friends. Ada didn't know everything about her past, but she did know that Rod had totally dumped her right before her birthday. She'd thought he was going to propose, but all his mysterious furtiveness did not lead to the diamond ring she expected. The son of a bitch. That might be why she combusted with Brede and Rory. She wasn't used to having the complete focus of one man, let alone two.
But it was time to get over the breakup and move on. The fact that she was able to feel so much with the two sugar daddies proved that her libido wasn't dead. Two men probably weren't the long term answer but something was.
"Gwen, it's really none of my business. I don't mean to pry. If you want to talk, you know where I am," Ada said, smiling sympathetically. "Okay?"
"You go ahead and get caught up, Ada," Gwen nodded toward her boss's office. "We can talk later. I want to hear about the uncensored parts of your honeymoon." She brightened considerably. She really did want to talk about Ada's travels.
***
Another two weeks passed. Gwen thought about Brede and Rory often but especially late at night when she couldn't sleep. She'd been so unprepared for a ménage, but she'd like to try again. It looked as if she wouldn't get the chance, though. Undoubtedly they went on to greener pastures, as it were.
"Ada Barton's office," she announced when she answered the phone.
"Well, Ms. Bailey, how are you?"
Holy… It was that voice with the barely there Irish lilt, the voice she hadn't expected to hear again. "Um, Mr. Harker, hello."
"Mister?" he said with a chuckle. "I think you can call me Brede."
"Well, yes," was all she could get out. Her heart seemed to be stuck in her throat. She leaned forward, her elbows on the desk, and closed her eyes to wallow in memories of that night. Brede's voice was deep and sensual, wrapping around her heart the way his arms had wrapped protectively around her. But she needed to get real. "Ada's back from vacation. Would you like to talk to her?"
"Not right now. I called to talk to you."
"Uh huh."
"Rory and I would like to see you again."
Okay, her heart was just going to stop dead now.
"Gwen? Are you still there?"
"Um, yes."
"Would you like to come to dinner tomorrow night?"
Oh, God, did she want to? Yes was the immediate answer, but she had to be realistic. Could she do this again knowing what she was in store for? You'd be a fool to pass this opportunity by. You know that. It's not a permanent thing. It's an adventure. Don't be afraid to take a chance. All these thoughts went through her mind in an instant. She really did like Brede and Rory, and as long as she kept it all in perspective, she could handle it.
"Yes, I'm free," she finally responded.
"Good. Shall we say seven o'clock at the same restaurant? The Pearl Thrush?"
He didn't waste any time, did he? "Okay, fine. I'll see you then." He hadn't really called to talk to Ada after all. I need to buy something new to wear. She giggled. Now that she'd had the offer and made the decision, she took a deep breath and her lips quirked up in a shit eatin' grin. Damn it, this was her chance at adventure, and she intended to enjoy it.
***
Déjà vu all over again. Strolling into the restaurant, Gwen
didn't consider herself gorgeous, but she did believe that she was attractive and even sexy. So she just needed to act confidently, and she could carry this off. She caught the eye of the maitre d' and smiled, but, same as the first night, Rory appeared in the entry of the bar to greet her.
He came forward, his expression warm and sensual, and embraced her as if they were old friends. "Gwen, it's good to see you again. You look wonderful."
"Thank you, Rory. It's good to see you, too." She kissed his cheek. Mmm, he smelled good. Her body flushed with hot desire. This time she knew about his nipple ring, and just knowing that it was under his very proper dress shirt and suit aroused her.
"Would you like a drink before dinner? We thought we'd ply you with liquor before we eat," he said with a twinkly grin. Then he leaned closer and whispered, "Don't be nervous. This can be as innocent as you want it to be."
"Or not?" she replied.
"Right answer, madam." He laughed aloud. Taking her arm, he led her into the lounge.
Brede stood. "I thought maybe you two ran off without me."
"Not a chance," said Rory, winking at her.
"Hi, Brede."
He took her in his arms for a long hug and warm kiss on the cheek. "You look wonderful, Gwen. This color becomes you."
"Thank you." The dress she'd bought was similar in style to the black one she wore the last time, but the color was a big change for her. The tangeriny-rose looked good with her streaked blonde hair and brought out the vivid green of her eyes.
As they settled into their cocktails, she said, "I was surprised to hear from you again."
"We were worried about you and wanted to see you again," Brede said.
"I guess I didn't handle things very well. I'd never done it before," she said with a shrug she hoped was confident casual. "It was kind of a shock."
Brede brushed his forefinger along her jaw, the back of it over her chin. "I'm glad you came tonight." His brilliant blue eyes shone. Even in the dim lounge it was like there was a pin light focused on his pupils.
"Me too," she responded, smiling flirtatiously at each of the men.
Their dinner was leisurely spent. No one rushed even though they knew where the evening would end. It was all so sophisticated and comfortable. They discussed TV shows, both men liking sports naturally, but Brede admitted to watching some of the reality shows. Survivor, Amazing Race. Rory denied that he watched The Apprentice. He said he lived it.
"It seems so normal that you guys watch TV like that."
"We are normal," Rory responded with mock dismay, rolling his eyes.
"I mean with what you do. I can't see you sitting in your recliners in sweats, enjoying a beer."
"This isn't actually our professions. We both have jobs and lead pretty normal lives when we're at home," said Brede.
"Yeah, and we both burp and fart as we're lounging in that recliner that you so generously gave us." Rory laughed.
"Hey, speak for yourself, you caveman. I don't burp or fart, I'll have you know," Brede countered with a loud snort.
Gwen laughed so hard she had to hold her napkin to her lips to keep from spitting out food. "Do you have girlfriends at home?"
Brede answered right away. "I divorced about ten years ago, no kids. I date, but no one steady at the moment."
"Do you ever find a special woman when you're out of town…like this?"
"I think it's obvious that you fall into that category."
"Me? I didn't even sign up at sugardaddyinc.com. You just found me by accident."
"Gwen," Rory took her hand and brushed his thumb over her wrist at the pulse point. "This time isn't by accident."
Except for the initial kisses, this was the first sensual moment they'd shared. His hand holding hers, the sudden intensity in his expression confused her. Her skin prickled. Her breath left her. His dark eyes, a deep and cool navy blue, still seared her in their heat. "What do you mean?"
Rory flicked a glance at Brede and continued. "We liked you too much not to see you again, so we agreed to call you. The women we're usually with aren't as…as sweet as you are."
What a grin he had, lips quirked up on one side, his stunning eyes also smiling. "Sweet?" she echoed. "Aren't you worried about corrupting me?"
Rory, under the table, placed his hand on her thigh, high up on her thigh, his forefinger very close to her pussy. He tapped his finger gently. "Are we corrupting you?" he asked.
Her whole body turned hot. Brede's thigh brushed hers, the long, muscular length of it branding her. "Yes," she whispered.
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Rory's lips parted as if to say something. His finger traced circles on the material of her dress over her mound.
She closed her eyes for a second, feeling her pussy swell and gush. "But I want to do it again," she murmured.
Brede placed his hand on her other thigh and squeezed. "I'm glad to hear that," he said.
She had to clear her throat to speak, "What if just one of you wanted to see me again, or if I wanted to see just one of you?"
The brilliant warmth of Brede's eyes focused on her. "That's what's so amazing about this. We both wanted to see you, and neither of us wanted to give you up."
Her head cocked to one side, and her eyes widened in surprise.
"Rory and I are scarily alike in our interests and pursuits. We both knew from the minute we first saw you that we had to have you."
"Like a notch on your belts?" She stiffened, tried to physically distance herself from Brede, suddenly feeling a little cold, a little used.
He raised a hand to her cheek, brushing a fingertip lightly over her skin. "No, never think that, my love. What I feel for you is new to me. You make me forget that I'm a jaded man."
"But how can you share me?" Her heart trip hammered. She was sure the sound could be heard out on the street.
"You have to realize how close Rory and I have become in these last few months, but we've never had a reaction like this to any other woman. You weren't a date who knew what she was getting into. You were an innocent."
"I don't feel very innocent," she responded, her voice gone deep and sultry.
His lips quirked. "You're a wonderful combination of wide-eyed sweetness and red-hot sensuality." He leaned in, grazed his lips over hers, and held still.
She was in a suspended reality. The world, the restaurant, and even Rory faded from her mind. Brede's kiss was wonderful, and she would follow him anywhere, do anything with him. She realized she trusted him.
Brede let her go. Rory's hands were at her shoulders steadying her. She turned to him in a dizzying churn of emotions and physical sensations, but before anything more could happen, the waiter leaned over the table depositing dinner plates in front of them. Certain she was completely crimson with embarrassment and carnal promise, she wanted to melt under the table. What the hell just happened? When she exchanged glances with both of her dinner companions, she saw they had subtly straightened up and were looking quite innocent. They looked innocent above the table. They each still had a hand on her thighs. Ho boy.
Amazingly, she ate her scallops hungrily. Their tender sweetness and the delicate flavor of wine were almost as erotic as the two men. She went easy on the champagne, a '96 Perrier Jouet Belle Epoque. It's fruity and honey flavors were delicious, but she had a feeling she'd need her senses about her tonight.
They shared a chocolate volcano cake. She watched Brede's face as he watched her pierce the center.
"Nice," he murmured. "You do that well."
"Well, when you see something good, you want to prick it just right," she responded flirtatiously. There was a choking sound from her other side. She glanced at Rory, and his eyes were lit with sensuality.
"I recall that you looked to be very good at pricking things," he said.
She twirled her fork in the cake and fudgy center, and brought it to Rory's lips. His mouth opened like a baby's, but the look he gave her wasn't child-like at all. It was all steamy, lusty male. She ran her
tongue over the ridge of her top front teeth when he closed his mouth on the fork. Would he put his lips on her clit just like that?
As if he read her mind, he said, "I'm gonna suck your clit like this." His tongue teasingly licked a trace of chocolate from his lips.
She shuddered. Said clit throbbed with a hot, heavy heartbeat. "Whoa."
"Yeah, whoa," he purred.
Brede signaled to the waiter for the bill, paid, and they were soon out on the street. It was a gorgeous night, late spring--and Chicago wasn't generally known for any season other than unbearably steamy summer and unbearably bitter winter. They walked the block and a half to Michigan Avenue, where they were surrounded by throngs of people out enjoying the weather, too.
Gwen's body was primed for the two men, and she loved walking arm and arm with one on each side of her. Other women glanced at them, away, then back when something in them must have realized what was going on. First, there was the mouth agape, then the conspiratorial smile.
The three ambled down the street. She relished their tall, muscular presence, their bumping of shoulders, their companionable remarks about the designer store display windows.
Brede nuzzled her ear and said, "I'd like to see you in a pair of Christian Louboutins."
Rory added, "And nothing else. Well, maybe that lemon yellow thong."
"Right, that too," Brede agreed. "You have exceptional legs, Gwen."
Dizzy with carnal delight and tingling with sensual promises, she threw her head back and laughed, saying, "Your legs are mighty nice too. Both of you have deliciously muscular thighs. Am I going to get to bite one of them soon?"
"We're here, darling," Brede announced.
She glanced up. This wasn't a hotel like the last time, it was a condo building. Her knees wobbled a bit with anticipation. This time she knew what she was getting into.
No, she had no idea what she was getting into.
"Mr. Harker. Ma'am, Sir," the doorman said as he held the front door open for them.
They took the elevator to the thirtieth floor and strolled down the hall to another elevator that Brede opened with a key card. The doors closed, she leaned back on the wall, becoming cocooned in a sumptuous space of rich mahogany paneling and vintage gold frosted mirrors.
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