“I really need one.” Her tone is so wanton, a far cry from the soft yet formal version of her in the office.
“I can handle it.” Jefferson tries to lay claim but I can’t let him.
“I’m sure you can, but you could also strip her shirt off, and get those pretty titties I’ve dreamed of on full display so I can watch you play with them while I eat her out.”
In a flurry, the shirt is gone and her beautiful, creamy white breasts and rosy beaded nipples are beacons in the moonlight. The curves of her naked body give me pause at how well I can see her. The storm subsided and moonlight streams in.
Resting my hands on her hips, I have to catch my breath. She’s everything I dreamed of. Everything I've jacked off to. Everything I want except for a belly swollen with my child. Yeah, my imagination ran a little wild. Yet here she is, and there’s not a single condom in my house.
My brother’s hands snake around her body working her breasts, pressing them upward creating even more fullness. Damn. I hope he didn’t bring any condoms. Ineedto ride her bare.
Closing the small space between us, my erection tips out against my pajama pants enough that it touches her. A surge of pre-cum gives me a tiny bit of relief. Wishing I could bury myself balls deep in her, I kiss the angel who’s been hiding out as my admin. She’s softer and more ready than I expected.
My brother nudges the backs of his hands against my chest, and I take the cue. Lowering myself to my knees, I trail my hands down her legs. I’ve merely moved from kissing one piece of heaven to another.
Her scent is divine. When it lingers on my lips, it will breathe life into me with every inhale. I don’t have to rely on that while my tongue slides between her lips. Her sweet juices coat me. Her moans are angelic, and for all that I want to drag this out and give her endless pleasure, I’m dying to make her come.
Sucking and lapping at her clit, I savor the contrast of her soft, luscious mounds with Jefferson’s large, tanned hands. It’s erotic, and I’m about to come from watching, and of course, having my mouth on her pussy.
I let up just enough to lift one of her legs over my shoulder and let her get used to the new position. When her moans deepen, I go full force again, picking up the rhythm and tongue flicks she liked best.
How can I want to be everything for her and be willing to share her at the same time? My brother and I have never done anything like this. My cock is rock hard.
My angel is most definitely a centerfold, in my mind. Forever. I shake off the technical difficulties the real world will offer. The small pumps of her hips against my face ruin me.
Then she comes undone and bathes my mouth in her release. She is an angel. My angel. Our angel. I lick and lick, taking her through wave after wave of pleasure.
We’re made for each other. Our work relationship was a stepping stone to bring her into my life. The mudslide was another stone to force us together. Jefferson is simply a final step to bring her to me.
If anything was ever meant to be…it’s us.
Ten
Natalie
Myeyesflutteropen,my body slowly gaining consciousness as the events of the previous evening re-populate my brain. I’m sprawled across my boss’s bed after one of the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had.
But I’m alone.
Does that mean something? Hopefully, the only message is that I slept so hard I didn’t notice Lincoln and Jefferson get up. I roll onto my side, squeezing my exhausted thighs together. The guys satisfied me over and over again, between snuggles and conversations, but they said we shouldn’t have sex right away.
Not that they didn’t want to…they’d been quick to point out. They just didn’t want to rush things more than we already had. All three of us felt a bit of disbelief at our attraction and comfort with each other.
The floor-to-ceiling window gives ample view of the pillowy, dark clouds looming across the top of the mountain. They appear ready to unleash another downpour. I groan as my thoughts segue into the numerous times the twins made me come, and the fact that I drenched their faces, fingers, and shafts, although only as I rocked myself over their lengths.
It had been enough to make Lincoln come. As much as I wanted him inside of me, I’d popped my eyes open when his groans got really deep, and I got to see the white streams shoot onto his chest and belly.
It’s hard to compare it to Jefferson masturbating in the kitchen, which had been totally hot, and totally new to me. The swell of Lincoln’s cock under my sex, knowing I was the reason, had me addicted to watching them come.
It’s no wonder sex, money, and power get intertwined. Money and power go hand in hand so obviously. It was the sex thing I didn’t understand, but I feel powerful with the small assortment of things we’ve done.
The desire to be filled lingers even after all of the orgasms. If penetration is half as good as I expect it will be, I’ll have these guys at my mercy…and I’ll willingly be at theirs.
Now that we’ve had a chance to sleep on our wild night, I pray they haven’t changed their minds, particularly my boss. It wouldn’t be the same without him. My moment alone with Jefferson was brief but good. When Lincoln joined in, I was on instant overload in the best way possible.
What a grand first adventure.
I think I did fine other than closing my eyes. It’s not that I want to shut them out, there’s just so much emotion and sensation that the visual is distracting to me, which might be the stupidest thing a woman could ever say when getting claimed by identical gods.