Brit Party (2 page)

He watched as tears filled her eyes saw them tremble on her lashes for a moment before slipping down her cheeks. “I'm so sorry. So sorry. I promise that it won't happen again.” Her eyes were pleading with him and her chest was starting to rise and fall with her effort to control her anxiety.

His eyes slipped to those beautiful breasts that he knew so well. “Lock the door.” He never moved from his position behind the desk as he delivered his order. He knew without a doubt that she knew what was coming, and that she would do whatever he told her to. Money and power could buy a lot of obedience.

The lock clicked and she slowly turned back to him, her hands already on the hem of her shirt. He nodded and watched as she pulled it over her head revealing the low cut white lace bra underneath that he knew would match her panties exactly. He should know since he bought them. She reached back and released the catch letting the bra slide down her shoulders to land on top of the shirt at her feet. Her breasts were high and firm, the nipples a rosy pink that flushed darker as the cooler air hit them and caused them to tighten further. They would blush red before he was done with them.

She moved her hands to the waist of her skirt until he stopped her. “Leave it. You won't be receiving pleasure now. Only good girls get pleasured. Do you want to be a good girl?"

She nodded, her eyes still luminescent with tears.

"Then come over here and show me how sorry you are.” He pushed his chair back from the desk spreading his knees and making room for her to kneel before him. He stopped her when she stood between his thighs and leaning forwards took a nipple into his mouth sucking fiercely and biting the tip several times before moving across to the other one. He loved breasts, always had. Nipples were made to be sucked hard, to be nipped and even bitten when the mood struck just right. And hers were perfection, the reason why he still had her around. Well that and the fact that she could suck a cock like no other woman he had ever had. And that was saying something since he had been with more than his fair share of women.

She moaned softly though he knew she wanted to cry out several times from what he was doing. But she was good, the best whore he had ever had and she only rested her hands lightly on his shoulders and moaned just the way he liked.

When he finally released her, her nipples were flushed bright red and swollen from his mouth. They were beautiful. He reached his hands out and pinched them both between his fingers using them to tug her down to her knees. She reached for his pants, releasing his cock and pulling it out to bob in front of her mouth while he continued to tug and pinch at her over sensitised nipples. Yes, she was a very good whore. He groaned as she took him immediately to the back of her throat and began to milk him, her tongue reaching out to lave at his balls while she swallowed along his shaft. Almost good enough to make him forget about the two private investigators she had allowed into his office.

Maggie had followed the two men back to a hotel on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't where she had expected them to stay but still at least it seemed clean. It was one of those places where the doors to the rooms opened on the outside of the building with one floor of rooms stacked on top of the other. At least the two men were in the same room at the moment. That would make what she had in mind easier. She just had to work up her courage a bit.

She'd never been a seductress before. She'd had sex, plenty of sex. But even the most risqué acts came off feeling like vanilla sex. Perhaps it was because most of her partners were boring, mundane, vanilla men outside of the bedroom, and sometimes inside as well. But that was all going to end as soon as she stepped from the car and put her plan into action. Her father wanted her to marry one of the two men in the room she kept staring at. Expected her to do whatever it took to ensure that happened. Instead she was going to ensure that they thought of her as a wild promiscuous woman, definitely not the type a man would want to marry.

She took another deep breath and opened the car door, easing her frame out and shutting the door behind her. She stood there for a moment smoothing her hands down the grey pencil skirt she wore before reaching up to make sure her hair was still up. She tilted her chin up reminding herself just what was at stake. Everything.

Resolve filled her, giving her the courage to walk up to the door the two men had entered more than an hour before. An hour she had spent sitting in the car watching. It was now or never. Maggie took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock, but she didn't need to. The door opened and the taller, leaner of the two men stood before her in nothing but a pair of jeans which rode low on his hips. His chest was covered with a smattering of dark hair that encircled each nipple and trailed down over his abdomen disappearing into his waistband. He was sexy enough to have her mouth and more intimate places filling with fluid. But when he parted his lips and spoke in a husky British accent she could actually feel herself melting like butter.

"We were wondering how long it would take you to head this way love.” His voice slipped down her spine leaving a fiery warmth coursing through her. She was more than ready for her plan, more than ready to do anything he asked of her.

"You knew I was here?” It was a whisper, all she could manage with her heart galloping in her chest.

"We've been watching you since you arrived.” It was the other who spoke this time and he had the sweet southern tones of a Texas man. You could hear the “aw, shucks” in his voice and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that these two must work well together. What one couldn't get the other would definitely be able to. He was still dressed in the suit from earlier and looked just as heavenly now. Though he was a few inches shorter than the other man he was more muscular and filled the suit out like it was custom made for him. If he moved in the same circles as her father then it probably was.

Thinking about her father was enough of a jolt to snap her out of the lust induced haze and remember that she was there for a reason. A reason that would take care of her itch just fine. Maggie casually moved around the man in front of her entering the motel room as if they had invited her in. She focused on the more dressed of the two and said the first thing that popped into her mind, a habit that she really needed to work on.

"So you like to watch, do you?"

Husky laughter filled the room as both men found her comment amusing. Her own smile trembled on her lips when she heard the door snap shut behind her and the click of the lock being turned.

"Watching is fine,” Mr. Brit said as he moved up close behind her. “But participating is even better.” His hands cupped over her shoulders and as he moved closer into her, there was no mistaking the heavy length of his erection where it touched along her spine.

"Both of you?” It was a question, an invitation, a wish, uttered from her lips as she did all she could to keep from rubbing wantonly back against him.

"Both of us,” South Texas said. He stepped in front of her and when all she did was blink at him he reached out and began to slowly unbutton the top buttons on her shirt. “You want both of us don't you? Isn't that why you came?"

"Yes,” she murmured as he changed the angle of his head to place kisses along each inch of exposed flesh. “Oh, God, yes."

Husky male chuckles sounded again and they were like foreplay along her skin. Her cheeks grew flushed, her breasts tingled, the nipples puckering more, and her sex grew damp, her channel pulsing with a need to be filled. She had dreamed of this, two men at the same time. Two men focusing on her pleasure, her needs and desires.

"Oh, yes,” she murmured again and allowed her body to relax into the man behind her, rubbing herself against his erection.

It was his turn to groan and his hands flexed once on her shoulders before moving down to cradle her hips and pull her even closer. He rubbed blatantly against her seeming to enjoy the sensation as much as she did.

"Do you want that Margaret? Do you want both of us at the same time?” Her shirt was tugged from her waist band and wide open to the lusty gazes of both men. Her full breasts were barely contained by the sheer lace of her bra, her nipples a proud display behind the white material. His voice was a warm breath of air on her skin and his knuckle was sheer fire as it brushed across her nipple.

"Just two things,” she panted roughly, “then I'm all yours."

"What?” The British accent was thicker, his hands hard where they gripped her hips.

"Tell me your names.” It was a whisper but in her mind it was a demand.

"Alex,” Mr Brit spoke into her ear following it with a slow flick of his tongue along the lobe before nipping it softly with his teeth.

"Patrick,” South Texas said before closing his lips around one turgid nipple and sucking gently on it.

The cry left her mouth at the sheer pleasure of their touches, the torture as it wasn't enough.

"And two?” Alex whispered.

"Maggie,” she managed. “Call me Maggie."

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Alex knew he should be focusing on the investigation. The woman could be just the lead that he and Patrick had been looking for. And they both had a lot to prove. Patrick to his older brother Shawn O'Grady, who had left Pat in charge of the P. I. firm while he went off on some secret excursion with his best friend and business partner Tommy. Alex had something to prove to himself, mainly that he was still capable of doing the job he loved even if it was no longer for the MI6 unit that had once been like family to him. Yeah, they both had a lot to prove. Unfortunately neither of them seemed to be thinking with the right head at the moment.

He grabbed the material of her pink shirt at the shoulders and slid it slowly down her arms. Patrick was still rubbing his knuckle over her nipple but his other hand was already making its way down to the side closure on her calf length skirt. She helped him remove the shirt arching back into his chest and thrusting her breasts forwards with a rough sigh. Seconds later her skirt pooled around her feet and Alex groaned. She was wearing a garter belt under that skirt, an honest to God garter belt with real silk stockings attached to it. And they matched her white lace bra to perfection. He didn't know what part of her he wanted to touch first. But Patrick had no such hesitation.

Patrick buried his nose in the Promised Land and inhaled like it was bliss. Alex was pretty sure that it probably was. He slid his hands from her hips, up along her stomach and cupped those tempting breasts in his palms giving them both a full squeeze. Her cry filled the air around them leaving no doubts of her pleasure in their actions. When her head hit his shoulder and the smooth column of her neck was exposed to him, Alex couldn't resist. He bent down and buried his face there. He licked and sucked his way up to her earlobe and then worked his way back down along the tendon to the base of her neck. She tasted like the sweetest ambrosia. When he finally made the journey back up to her ear he gave it a sharp tug with his teeth before whispering to her.

"I want to fuck you. Can you feel how hard you make my dick?” Alex ground his erection against her only then realising how sheer the lace was on her ass. God, she was exquisite. His groan matched hers as he pushed forwards again, bending his knees so that his cock hit right between the cheeks of her lush ass. “I want to fuck your pussy, your ass, and that sweet little mouth of yours.” Her gasp let him know that she wanted it just as much.

There was a ripping sound and Alex knew that Patrick had torn the gusset out of her panties. He glanced down the length of her body and met Patrick's eyes. Patrick's eyes were almost black with lust and Alex envied him his current position. Patrick lifted Maggie's right leg up and Alex hooked his elbow underneath it pulling it high and wide allowing Patrick the perfect access to the pussy they both wanted. Damn, Patrick looked like he was in heaven.

Damn,
Patrick thought.
I've died and gone to heaven.
The seductress in front of him was a goddess built for sex. Her legs were long and lean, her breasts high and firm. And her pussy. It smelled sweet, looked divine and he couldn't wait to taste it on his tongue, suck it and if he lasted long enough fuck it. It had been too damn long since he had been with a woman. And he never shared but there was something erotic about seeing her braced back against Alex. Something carnal in knowing that Alex was going to take her the same as him, that maybe they would both enjoy her at the same time.

Her blonde hair looked good along side of Alex's black hue. Her skin a blanket of white next to Alex's tan. Patrick loved the way her thighs trembled, the way her sex puffed up and blushed from pink to a tantalising shade of soft red. Moisture was already coating her and without thought he leaned forwards and ran his tongue along her slit. Her cry covered his moan but just barely. If Alex wasn't holding her leg up she probably would have fallen the way that she was trembling. But none of that mattered as her taste coated his tongue, exploding on his taste buds and sending him delving for more.

He used one hand to separate the folds of her lips wider so that he could run his tongue all around, up one side and down the other glancing over the spots of interest in favour of collecting more of her unique nectar. On the second time around he stopped for barely a moment to play his tongue over and around her clit watching it swell tighter and seem to grow a little bigger at his touch. On the third pass he folded his tongue up seeking to make it smaller, firmer so that he could fuck her with it. And with the first two strokes of it inside her channel, she broke. Her lips puffed bigger, her clit seeming to pulse, and fluid flowed over his tongue and down his chin until he flattened his tongue out and tried to use it to lap up as much of her as he could. She was moving against him now pressing her sex harder to his face, her staccato cries filling the small room. He groaned and looked up, his eyes locking with Alex's.

Alex had his hands filled with her breasts, the cups tugged down to reveal her turgid nipples and his fingers were busily working them, pinching and tugging. His face was buried in her neck which was red from the combination of bites, sucks, and whisker burn. His eyes were so dark a blue they were almost black and his voice was guttural when he spoke.