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Authors: Desiree Holt,Ashley Ladd,Brynn Paulin

Tags: #Fiction, #Gay, #Romance, #General, #Erotica, #Contemporary

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Christopher ploughed into her so quick and so deep, she didn't have time to breathe. Her release came so quickly, it took her by surprise. Her body clenched around the plug, clenched around Christopher.

The bed sank beside her and she felt Jason lean over her. His mouth fastened on her breast. He pulled at the peak, drawing it deep as she continued to squeeze Christopher's cock—not that it stopped the relentless pistoning or the unbelievable tremors quaking through her. Christopher groaned, driving deep one last time. His fingers dug into her thighs.

Jason's mouth brushed her ear. “You scared us this morning..."

But she was just in the shower.

"You've brushed us off so many times. We thought maybe—"

She shook her head, denying his words.

"Don't push us away anymore, Dana,” Christopher enjoined.

"You need to see us for the men we are ... We're not kids playing at adulthood."

"We're grown men with grown-up responsibilities, commitments and desires. And we know what we want."

Jason traced a finger between her breasts before splaying his hand over her breastbone. “We want you, Dana. All of you. Your companionship, your body."

"Tell us you want us too, luv."

"We need you, baby."

She nodded her head, shocked, but so full of love for them, she could barely bear it.

They pulled her to her feet again. Wonderment filled her and she speculated on what would come next. God knew. These two surprised her at every turn.

And they did again.

They started dressing her. She tried to shy away. She couldn't dress. She needed to shower again.

Christopher pulled her against his chest and breathed deeply. “I love the smell of your arousal. Just knowing it's because you've fucked us ... By tonight I'll be so randy, I might fuck you all night again."

Well who needed sleep anyway?

"And I haven't come yet,” Jason added. “Who knows when it might overcome me? I might have to drag you off to a dark corner of the Tube and have my way with you while the trains speed past."

She made a small aroused sound in her throat. Right about now, she probably would let him fuck her in public if he wanted to. She couldn't wait to spend the day with them before rushing back here to meet with the executives flying in from the Cranston Industries headquarters.

The sooner she was dressed, the sooner they could go. She didn't fight as they fastened her garter belt around her waist and helped her into fresh stockings. A skirt followed. Her wrists were released, and a silk blouse slid up her arms and was buttoned. No bra. No panties. Did they expect her to traipse around like this today?

"Don't remove the blindfold, yet,” Christopher ordered when she lifted her hands. Obediently, she dropped her arms to her sides. This was the game they were playing and she'd abide by the rules.

A hand patted her ass, running over the end of the plug. “Do you like our present?” Jason asked.

She couldn't respond with her mouth gagged so she lifted a shoulder.

The sound of dressing came to her then the door opening. “After we go, you can take off the blindfold,” he said. “Meet us in the lobby in twenty minutes. As you are."

The door closed. Leaving her alone in silence. She stood there for a moment, listening to the sounds of the building. She heard nothing but the tick of the clock on the bedside table.

Lifting her hands, she removed the stocking. She blinked at the sunlight streaming through the far windows. Her room was in shambles and it looked like an orgy had taken place there. She ignored the mess and went directly to the mirror to check her appearance.

Walking was ... interesting. Her legs still wobbled—God that had been amazing sex. Each step accentuated the plug in her ass and drew her attention to the play of muscles there. Experimenting, she sat on the edge of the bed. The plug pulled slightly and pressed deeper inside her. A moan tore from her at the wicked pleasure. Was it supposed to feel this way? She'd been wrong about the spanking too. Her buttocks had reminded her of what had happened as soon as she'd sat. Already, she needed to come again, and the pleasure-pain only reminded her of that.

Need or not, she had no desire to bring herself to release. Not after this morning.

She stood and returned to the mirror, gazing at her unfettered breasts behind the white silk blouse. The tips of her nipples poked against the soft fabric. She straightened and the aroused peaks became more evident. If she looked hard enough, she could see the faint shadow of her areola, too. The muscles in her cunt flexed in reaction.

She panted, trying to breathe away her arousal and only succeeded in inhaling the scent of sex. Oh lord! Could she actually leave the room like this? She was a walking bundle of ‘fuck me now’ energy.

What would her superiors think? She bit her lip and noticed how her eyes sparkled. At the moment, she didn't care what they thought. She was already hired. Her work was valued. They wouldn't fire or demote her for not wearing a bra and only three people in the room would know she wasn't wearing panties.

Thankfully, the plug wasn't visible through her clothes. She couldn't have gone along with that.

This weekend might have started out purely as a business trip, but now it was about Christopher and Jason. For someone who'd always been business minded, it was as if she'd lost her mind.

About time, too.

* * * *

Jason paced the lobby. “How long should we give her?"

Christopher leaned against one of the posts facing the lifts. He glanced at his watch. “It's only been fifteen minutes."

Jason leaned his shoulder against the post for a moment then took off pacing again.

"Uh, mate...” Christopher said, trying hard not to laugh. “You should have just fucked her. Why didn't you?"

His lips quirked. “Truthfully? I figured once I started—once I
really
started—I wouldn't be able to leave the bed. I would have wanted to stay there with her all day. And now ... I'm terrified that we scared her to death and she'd not gonna show. And if she doesn't, I'll bet my cock she won't let us past her bedroom door again. I don't even care about that part either. Well I care, yeah. But really, I just want to be with her."

"Yeah. Me, as well."

"How can you be so bloody cool about it then?"

Cool? His insides were a huge jumble right now. Sleeping with a co-worker wasn't exactly the way to be taken seriously at the job. Or in life. Unless things worked out, which he hoped they would. Still, if things worked in his and Jason's favour and Dana indeed wanted them, they'd still have issues. Their little home town was about as straight-laced and uptight as a place could get. One man married one woman. End of story. No one was gay. No one had a ménage fling let alone a relationship. Couples didn't live together unless they were married.

Two men and a woman in love would stand out.

He glanced at Jason. Perhaps they'd have to discuss moving.

The bell over the lift rang and he grabbed Jason mid-pace and turned him towards the opening doors. Dana stood there, more gorgeous than ever, a beauteous smile on her face. This wasn't the pinched smile she used at work nor the playful or naughty grin. This was a full out toothy smile.

She headed for them, her happiness never fading. “Yes,” she said. “I want you. Both of you."

"Even though we're younger?” Jason asked. Christopher knew the root of that question. Jason had put up with being treated as an inferior youth for his entire life. The youngest of five children, he'd been babied. When his mother had died, that coddling had only intensified. Even now, his older sisters were sure he couldn't function on his own. He didn't want anyone thinking of him like that ... especially Dana.

"Even though."

"And even though our taste in relationships is considered ... ah ... deviant by some,” Christopher asked.

"Even though."

"For how long?” he pressed on.

"Christopher!” Jason admonished.

He shook it off. “Dana, I don't want you to do this because it's taboo and exciting. We're not a walk on the wild side."

"Christopher,” she whispered. Gently, she pulled his head towards her and reached up to kiss him. Her mouth slowly opened, caressing his, worshiping. His hands loosely bracketed her waist as her soft lips feathered against his. “I said I wanted
you
,” she repeated. “Not your image."

"What about me baby?” Jason laughed. “I have a complex too."

Leaving his embrace, she pressed into Jason's arms. Christopher bit his lip as she pressed her pelvis to his friend's. Lucky bloke ... but then, he had one coming.

"You're perfect for me,” she told Jason and kissed him in much the same manner.

"Hot damn, English chicks are hot!” exclaimed an American youth who happened to be sitting in the lobby nearby. “Didja see that?” he asked his friend. “She's with
both
guys."

Dana giggled and pressed close to Jason, pulling Christopher into their embrace as she peaked over Jason's shoulder at the boy.

"You got a sister who lives near here?” the other American asked.

"Sorry boys,” she laughed. “No sisters and I'm not British."

"Holy crap! You're American, too. Let us know if you wanna come play with the hometown boys."

Christopher growled under his breath, turning his deadly gaze on the pair.

"Or not,” they both said, cringing back into their chairs. “Jeez, touchy people."

Yeah, he was touchy. Dana belonged to him and Jason. No one else had better ... touch.

* * * *

Dana was still laughing when they returned to the hotel hours later. Christopher and Jason had dragged her all over London. As soon as they'd learned she'd always wanted to see London Bridge, they'd taken her, showing her the Thames and introducing her to the Tube along the way. She'd seen Big Ben, a famous cathedral whose name she couldn't recall and the inside of a very questionable pub. But the food had been good.

A silly grin curved her lips at the memory. Hands had wandered underneath their table in a dark back corner, stealing beneath her skirt, while she'd caressed both their cocks. And every time one of them was close to coming, the waiter would appear. She'd been ready to scream with frustration, until Christopher had squeezed her clit while Jason's fingers darted in and out of her. She'd pressed her mouth into Jason's shoulder to suppress her howl as she'd climaxed right there in the middle of pub.

She'd insisted they leave the waiter a really big tip.

And poor Jason...

Still hard with no relief in sight.

Afterwards, they'd strolled through Hyde Park enjoying the sun and the chilly spring breeze. Dana had been enchanted by the greenery in the middle of the thriving city. Surrendering to her wanton side, she'd considered suggesting the guys find a secluded place ... but even her wanton side didn't want a run in with the police—or the bobbies, as Jason had called them at one point during their jaunt.

All too soon it was time to return to the hotel and attend the meeting.

* * * *

Jason followed Christopher and Dana down the hallway to Dana's room anticipating what would surely follow when they entered. They had an hour and thirty before they needed to appear downstairs and all of them were vibrating with barely restrained sexual energy.

Christopher dropped back to talk to him when the neared the door and Dana went on. “I think I'm going to go to our room and go over the presentation."

Jason looked at him as if he was high. What the hell...? He glanced at Dana, then back at Christopher questioning him. “We know it backwards and forwards."

"You know it backwards and forwards. I could use a little refreshing. And you could use a little—well, I appreciate what you did this morning."

Suddenly, he understood. Damn for a brilliant scientist, he was thick sometimes. For some reason, Christopher was clearing out so he could be with Dana. “Are you sure? You don't owe me anything. It was just the way things happened."

"I'm very sure. Look, we both have to face it. Most of the time it will be all three of us, but occasionally we'll each have some alone time with Dana. I'm not jealous or resentful of that and I know you don't work that way either."

Jason looked at him, feeling the fuzzy kind of feeling one only found with family. “Love you, mate."

Christopher made a sound in his throat, laughing as he looked away. “Plonker.” He shook his head. “Always knew you'd say it first."

"Always knew you'd avoid it."

Christopher punched him in the shoulder and he punched back.

Dana cleared her throat. “Should I just go read a novel?"

Jason dashed to her side, dragging her into the room. “Absolutely not!"

As soon as they entered the room and the door shut, Dana dropped to her knees and opened his fly. “You've been so patient,” she said, shoving his pants and boxers to his knees. She immediately took him into the warm cavern of her mouth. He reached for the wall for support.

Her hands stroked up the back of his thighs until she cupped his ass. Gently, she squeezed, pulling him towards her as she took him deep in her mouth. Her wicked tongue flicked along his length, before she pulled back and flattened it over the head.

The whole while she gazed up at him, her eyes worshipful as she loved his cock. His balls drew up as she worked him, his mind focused on her mouth and the way her lips stretched around him.

Circling his base with her hand, she began a rapid forward and back motion and his fingers curled against the wall. “No, Dana. Baby, you've got to stop."

He pulled back, popping free of her lips. As cool air touched his skin, he almost regretted stopping her. Quickly, he tugged off his shirt and stepped from his pants.

Dana came willingly as he pulled her to her feet. Even through her shirt, her breasts felt so good against him. He pulled out her shirttail and worked his hand up beneath her shirt until he found her exquisitely shaped breast. He knew some women complained that they were too small at this size, but he found her perfect.

She shuddered as he brushed his thumb over her nipple. Corresponding satisfaction filled him. He liked bringing her pleasure. He loved watching her face as each sensation took her.

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