“Finally,” I whisper, turning my attention to the men behind me. The same grin is in their face, almost as if they are thinking of the same. Before I can even blink, they are on me, pressing me against the wall as their mouths fly straight to my neck again. I let go of my briefcase and purse, allowing them to fall on the floor with a dry thump. My hands now free, I run them through their hair, my head thrown back as I sigh heavily.
I’m ready to let them fuck me right here, against the wall, but Carter grabs my hands and guides me down the corridor. We get as far as the living room, and then he pushes me toward the leather couch at the center; I fall back, the leather shifting under my weight.
“I’ve been wasting time,” Carter whispers, as much to himself as to me. A smile dawns on my lips, his words are assurance that we’re doing the right thing. Liam is standing next to him, and without taking his eyes off of me he bumps his elbow against Carter’s arm.
“You don’t imagine how much,” he says, both their bodies swaying as if they don’t know who has the right of passage. As far as I’m concerned, they can come at me both. My eyes wander down from their faces to their chests, and I let them fall further down until I find their crotches. They’re both hard, the shape of their cocks showing from under the fabric of their pants. Reaching for them, I place my still trembling fingers against their pulsing members, feeling them brimming with desire.
“You told me you wanted to do the right thing,” I tell them, raising my eyes. “Let’s do the right thing, then,” I purr, trying to make myself clear. Of course, they don’t need innuendo or hints to understand what I’m getting at. After all, they were the ones waiting for me downstairs. And I hold no illusions about the reason they were there… Sure, they might have seen a way to cooperate in the political arena, but the championship trophy in their dispute has always been me. And now they’ve finally realized that we can all win. And that includes me, of course.
“You heard the lady,” Liam tells Carter, sitting down next to me. Never taking his eyes off of mine, Carter sits on the other side, his hand going straight to my knee.
“I heard her, loud and clear,” Carter says, his fingers sliding up to the hemline of my skirt. I lean back against the couch, lacing my arms around their necks and surrendering to their touch. As Carter slides his fingers under my skirt, Liam has his hands on my blouse, slowly unbuttoning it. I hear the buttons coming undone, Liam’s knuckles brushing against my bare skin, and I can’t help but sigh again.
With my blouse finally open, Liam’s fingers trace a straight line from my navel to my cleavage. The lace bra I’m wearing has its clasp on the front so, with a simple turn of his fingers, Liam unhooks it and pulls the cups to the side. A gentle electric buzz grows under my skin as I feel the fabric sliding over my hard nipples, the
rosy tips anxious to feel Liam’s touch. He takes his time, though—instead of going for it straight away, he brushes his index finger around the base of my breasts, going back and forth with maddening motions.
As Liam focuses on my breasts, Carter’s hand moves between my thighs. I feel his fingertips brushing over my groins, his steady pressure applied over my thong. Then, as if both men were in tune, they move. Liam leans into me, his parted lips reaching for my nipple, and Carter flattens the palm of his hand over my pussy. It’s almost as if two explosions happen at once. The electric crackle of Carter’s touch climbs up my spine, blending with the feeling of Liam’s lips on my nipple, and sends a river of delight all the way to my brain.
“Now this is teamwork…” I moan, my fingers busy with disheveling their hair. I bite my lower lip as Carter starts to rub his hand against my pussy, the drenched fabric sticking to my skin. I start to raise my hips from the couch, pressing my wetness against Carter’s fingers; he presses harder against me, my insides clenching. Yanking on Liam’s hair, I pull him into me, forcing him to crush his mouth against my nipple. Both men pressing hard on my body, the bonfire of lust starts to become brighter inside my mind.
While he kisses my nipple, his tongue lapping at the hard tip, Liam takes his hands to my shoulders and pushes my blouse down. His long fingers then go back to my tits, squeezing them eagerly as I keep his head in place.
Not wanting to wait, I take my hand out of Carter’s head and reach for the zipper on my skirt, pushing it all the way down with an anxious movement. The zipper flies down easily, baring a hint of my thong and the tan skin of my outer thigh. That’s enough to make Carter go off like a bomb. With a growl climbing up his throat, he takes his hand out from my pussy and tugs on my skirt, pulling it harshly. I raise my ass from the seat, allowing him to undress me, and then lean back against the couch with a devious grin on my lips.
Wearing only my black lace thong and heels, I finally feel ready to be sacrificed at the altar of sin. Because, make no mistake about it, this is sin—maybe not in the religious sense, but there’s still that inherent sense of wrongness to what we’re doing. We’re skirting both the law and common decency, and if I’m being completely honest, it just makes it feel even better.
Liam’s lips are wrapped tight around my nipple, sucking it hard, and I decide that I want to find out what else his lips can do. I push his head down, and after offering some resistance, he finally starts kissing down my stomach. Knowing what I intend to do, Carter takes his hand out of my pussy, opening the space for Liam. But he doesn’t remove himself from action, of course—he takes the fingers he just had pressed against my pussy and brushes them against my lips, making my own scent inundate me. I open my mouth and suck on his fingers, imagining that I’m sucking on something far better… You don’t need me to tell you what I’m imagining, do I? Good.
When Liam reaches the place where skin and thong meet, I push him further down; he goes willingly, immediately pressing his open mouth against the drenched fabric that covers my pussy. Not one to lose time, he starts to suck on me over the thong, and I feel my fluids going through the fabric and into his mouth.
“Let me help you with that,” Carter whispers against my ear, and then takes his hand to my pussy. Liam pulls back, and taking the opportunity, Carter grabs on my thong and flicks it to the side. “There,” he simply says as Liam dives into me, his hungry mouth ravaging my pussy.
I sway my hips, my body contorting as Liam flicks his tongue against my clit. Each time he strokes it against my small but sensitive gland, I feel thunder roiling inside of me, a storm of pleasure drawing near.
Trying to keep my conscious mind from drowning, I take a deep breath and turn my attention to Carter. Slowly, I reach for his shirt and start to unbutton it, my heart almost skipping a bit as his chiseled muscles come into view. It doesn’t really matter how many times I see him naked… The sight of his body is always a welcome one. And if it looks good, let me assure you, it tastes even better.
I lean into him and flick my tongue against his nipple, using my lips to nibble at his skin. I then let my mouth run down to his abs, and I lick them as if I needed to prove they’re real. My hands are busy with his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it out of his loops. When it comes undone, I throw it somewhere to the floor, immediately turning my attention to his crotch. I lick my lips unconsciously, seeing the thick shape tenting his pants. Tracing its contour with the tip of my index finger, I then flatten my hand against his cock, grabbing it as harshly as I can. Carter groans slightly, and that makes me even more hungry. Using both hands, I tug at his pants, forcing the buttons to pop out by themselves. Then, his tented boxer briefs coming into view, I curl my fingers around his cock and start to stroke it.
“Seems like you missed me,” Carter says, squeezing my tits with his hands.
“You have no idea,” I manage to say, the warmness of Liam’s mouth on my pussy forcing me to work extra hard to form a coherent sentence. A sharp sound leaves my mouth as I grab Carter’s pants and tug on them violently, sending them down his legs with his boxers. My eyes widen at the sight of his cock; somehow, it seems even bigger than I remembered it to be. That’s the thing with well-endowed men, you never really get used to their cocks. In my book, that’s a good thing.
“Do you want to know what I missed?” Carter whispers into my ear; running his fingers through my hair and curling them around it. “I missed that mouth of yours.” I don’t even have the time to respond; he just grabs his cock with his free hand, and angling it toward me, pushes me down. I have no other option but to open my mouth and let his cock in, his thickness filling up my mouth. He pushes me all the way down, the tip of his cock only stopping when it meets the back of my throat; I make a low moaning sound and he finally eases the pressure, allowing me to roll my lips back. I think of coming up for air, but I forget all about it as I feel his shaft sliding over my tongue. I go back down, curl my fingers at the base of his cock, and start bobbing my head in a pendulum motion.
It’s hard to keep concentrated when there’s a massive cock inside of your mouth and a man’s tongue against your pussy, but I do my best. Moving my hips from side to side, I rub my pussy against Liam’s face as I keep on sucking Carter, juggling both tasks inside my head the best I can.
My coming and going motions over Carter’s cock become more erratic as Liam opens his mouth wide, sucking my folds in while he presses down on my clit with his tongue. Licking my pussy while he touches my clit, he turns that bonfire of lust into a raging inferno of ecstasy. I have to take Carter’s cock out of my mouth so that I can moan, my lungs begging for me to scream.
“Don’t hold back… Come, Vivian. There’s more where that came from,” Carter tells me, grabbing his cock and brushing its tip against my lips. His words caressing my mind, I come undone; I sit back up and take both my hands to Liam’s head, pulling him into me as hard as I can.
Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, and I feel my muscles twitching as pleasure rages through them. As I’m coming my brains out, Carter squeezes my tits, using his index finger and thumb to pinch on my left nipple. The sharp pain in my nipple joins the raging river of pleasure and adds to it, my whole body being consumed by ecstasy.
Breathing hard, I let my hands slide down from Liam’s head and I lean back against the couch, my muscles still twitching. Of course, their hunger is so fierce they don’t allow me a minute’s rest. I hear Carter kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his clothes, and then his hands are on me. Curling his fingers around my naked hips, he pulls me into him and I roll to his side, opening my legs wide and straddling him.
“You just can’t wait, can you?” I whisper lazily, opening my eyes and looking at Carter.
“What do you think?” he shoots back at me, hooking his finger on my thong and tugging at it. He pulls the fabric against the outer side of my thighs, and with one fierce yank, he rips my thong off of my body. Then he grabs his cock and pushes it down, rubbing his gl