Maddy Collated: The Complete Trilogy (4 page)

Good,
she thought fiercely.
Give him something to remember me by.

Rough hands skimmed down her back, startling her. Then a clothed body pressed down, capturing her between the two of them, and she realized Chet had joined them. At the cleft of her ass, the huge, hard bulge of his dick ground over her puckered entrance and her whole body quivered at the thought of taking both of them at once.

But they wouldn't do that, would they?

Only one way to find out,
she thought as Sam began to lazily pump his cock into her wet channel, filling her up. His skin dragged
against her own,
and as he pulled out, her toes curled. Behind her, Chet leaned in, his lips on her ear, his hands snaking beneath her shirt to grab her breasts. Expertly, his clever fingers found her nipples and pinched.

Maddy
shrieked. “Oh!” She bore down on Sam's cock, grinding her clit into him. Pleasure shot through her limbs, and she writhed between the two men.

“Hey,” Sam said, “kind of busy here.”

“I don't mind if you don't,”
Maddy
managed to say, just before Chet flattened his hands against her breasts and squeezed. His touch was rough and delicious, almost painful, and it slammed against the pleasure of Sam's cock inside her, overwhelming her with sensation.

“Looks like she likes a little more business with her pleasure,” Chet said as
Maddy
writhed, impaled on Sam's thick rod. “You never were great at that.”

Something was passing between them, darkening the atmosphere, and she tossed her hair. “Chet,” she growled, trying to lighten the mood, “it's not nice to tease. If you don't fuck me, I'm going to report you to HR for sensitivity training.”

It must have worked, because she felt Sam ease under her, and Chet's laugh rumbled against her back. “You can't,” he said. “You're temporarily fired, remember?”

Her spine arched and she rubbed her ass against his cock, dragging a groan from his throat. “Then you'd better get some while the getting is good,” she said breathlessly.

Inside her, Sam's cock jumped. “You
gonna
join us?” he asked, and
Maddy
realized that they'd never had a woman together before. Vaguely, in the part of her head that wasn't wrapped in pleasurable fog, she was surprised. They were the kind of friends who shared everything. She held her breath, waiting to see what Chet would say.

“Well,” Chet drawled, “
Maddy
did say she had to get up early tomorrow.
Might as well let her multitask.”
And she felt his hands fumbling with his pants.

God.
Yes.
A night of firsts all around,
she thought, and then Chet was kneeling behind her, his fingertips brushing over her pussy and his best friend's cock. At the touch of his hand, Sam moaned, and
Maddy
looked down at him to see his eyes wide open in surprise and revelation. She gave her hips a twist and flexed her inner walls, coating his shaft with her slick juices.

Quickly and methodically, Chet slathered his fingers and dragged them up over her puckered entrance, preparing her for him. She could feel his arm brushing against her calf as he pumped a fist over his own shaft. Then he rose up and she felt the head of his cock, coated in pre-cum, nestle against her asshole.

Beneath her, Sam had stilled. As the limo passed under the lights of the highway, time seemed to slow down. The street lamps drifted over them, illuminating his face. His lips were parted as he panted with desire, and his messy blond hair spilled against the black leather of the limo seat. He looked amazed, like a man who had just seen something clearly for the very first time.

Then the moment passed as Chet pressed his forehead into her shoulder and braced
himself
with one hand against her hip as he guided his cock into her tight ass.

Maddy
shuddered and groaned as he entered her, the intrusion spreading her out, filling her up. She was so empty, she couldn't take it. Reaching back, she grabbed the hand he had put on her hip and brought it too her lips. Ravenously she sucked his fingers into her mouth and tasted herself on them.

Beneath her, Sam squirmed. “Chet, I feel you inside her,” Sam said. “
Maddy
, you're so... oh
god,
Maddy
,
fuck!”
And his hips began to move.

Sensation overwhelmed her. Trapped between two hard bodies, she was more sexual,
more free
than she'd ever been. Beneath her, Sam thrust upward, and behind her, Chet pushed further into her ass. She was full, full to the brim. Chet's fingers curled in her mouth, tasting of sweat and
precum
and her own full flavor, and she swirled her tongue over them. He bucked against her and she heard him mutter her name. The hand she hadn't captured between her lips came up and gripped her hair, and his mouth found the place between her shoulder and her throat and bit down, hard.

“Oh god, fuck, fuck,
fuck!”
Maddy
couldn't even recognize her own voice as it filled the back seat of the limo. Sam grunted and Chet moaned, and both of them thrust into her in perfect time. Spread against Sam and pinned with Chet's cock,
Maddy
shrieked and writhed in their grasp, the slippery leather of the limo's seat rubbing over her knees as she tried to move with them, but she couldn't find purchase. Helpless, she let them fuck her, their pumping cocks pushing her higher and higher.

“Your ass is so tight,” Chet panted in her ear. “Fuck, I'm going to—” He cut off with a howl and a jerk of his pelvis, and then
Maddy
felt his hot cum spurt into her ass, filling her up, and she cried out. She was so close to coming, she wanted him inside her until she did—

Chet pulled out and
Maddy
almost sobbed with the loss. “No, I need you—” she began to say, but she didn't get the chance. Without even speaking to each other, Sam and Chet moved in concert. Sam lifted her from his lap and
Maddy
had to fight back tears. But then he cradled her head and waist in his arms and gently laid her down on the limo seat.

“Don't worry,” Sam said, “we won't leave you hanging.” She could barely see him in the dark confusion of shadows and streetlights passing by the windows, but she caught a glimpse of his cock, huge and proud and jutting, gleaming with her cream.

“Please,” she murmured, and she saw his face crease in a smile. Quick and sure, his fingers worked at her blouse, undoing the buttons one by one until it fell away, revealing her breasts, barely contained by her bra. Silently,
Maddy
thanked whoever was listening that she'd put a front-closing clasp on this morning. Sam fiddled with it and within seconds her breasts were free. Shedding his trousers and boxers, he straddled her ribcage, grasped her breasts, and pushed his cock between them. The slick feel of his thick rod made her moan with desire, and she leaned her head forward, letting her tongue graze the head of his erection.

“
Maddy
, yes,” Sam breathed, and began to pump his cock between her tits as behind him, Chet pushed her skirt up. Large, warm hands parted her legs, and
Maddy
felt the remnants of Chet's hot load leak out of her ass and onto the limo's leather cushions, making the seat slippery beneath her. Then Chet pushed one finger into her ass and his tongue found her clit.

“
God!”
Her hips bucked into his mouth as he fucked her ass with his hand and licked the aching nub at the apex of her slick folds. Sam's weight pinned her down as he fucked her tits, his head thrown back as his erection slipped effortlessly between her breasts. Then
Maddy
felt the finger leave her ass as Chet nipped her clit with his teeth, and Sam suddenly paused in his thrusting.

“Chet,” he said, hesitantly, and then he shuddered.
Maddy
reached around and grabbed his ass to encourage him to continue, but her fingers brushed against Chet's hand and she realized he had pushed his cum-covered finger against his best friend's tight entrance. She smiled briefly in the dark, then closed her eyes and gave herself over to pleasure as Chet eased his other hand into her slick channel. Above her, Sam moaned as Chet invaded him, and she felt his cock pulse against the soft mounds of her tits. He was close to coming, and she wanted to come with him.

“Fuck us,” she moaned.

Chet did.

Her cunt quivered and pulsed as Chet plunged his fingers inside her, his tongue furiously laving her clit, and she felt his arm working as he plied Sam's ass. Sam cried out, his whole body given over to wild abandon as he fucked her tits, his hips starting and stuttering, and
Maddy
dug her heels into Chet's back, so close to release she couldn't breathe.

Through the haze, she felt Sam shudder and buck, and then he screamed above her.

“
Fuck!”

Warmth spread over her chest as Sam came, and
Maddy
shrieked and thrashed as her cunt clamped down on Chet's fingers and she flung herself over the edge, plunging into a nerve-shattering orgasm. Her throat closed and her back arched as her whole body clenched with release over and over again as Sam shot spurt after spurt of hot cum over her breasts and throat.

In the dark of the limo there was nothing but her and Sam coming together around Chet's skilful hands, and
Maddy
prayed it would go on forever.

It didn't, of course. After her shuddering climax receded, Chet placed one final kiss on her cunt and withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling sated, but also oddly sad. Sam rolled off her chest and collapsed to the floor of the limo, breathing hard, and Chet, still mostly clothed, sat back. She watched as he sucked her juices from his fingers,
then
wiped his other hand on a handkerchief, watching both of them.
Maddy
could barely move, but she forced herself to sit up. Her clothes were in disarray, and she was suddenly self-conscious about her size now that she was exposed. Forcing herself to move slowly, she redid the clasp on her bra, then accepted Chet's offer of a handkerchief to clean
the cum
from her chest and throat. She was sure some had leaked into her hair, but she couldn't bring herself to care. With trembling fingers she refastened her shirt and shoved her feet into her shoes.

More for something to do than out of concern for the car, she cleaned
the cum
from the leather seats while Sam sat up, blinking and bewildered. He stared at Chet as though he had never seen him before, and Chet stared back boldly. The air was heavy with unspoken words and
Maddy
realized that the limo was still moving. How long did it take to get to her stupid apartment anyway? Feeling awkward, she glanced out the window and was surprised to see that they were deep inside her apartment complex. Then she realized that the driver must have known what was going on behind him and had continued driving. She blushed.

“Well,” she said briskly, gathering her panties and stuffing them into in her purse, “great meeting,
people
. Let's have a four pm stand-up to discuss this further tomorrow.”

Neither of them laughed, but Chet smiled, and mercifully the limo pulled up outside her apartment.
Maddy
didn't even wait for the driver to come around. She kicked open the door and bailed.

*

At ten thirty the next morning, Madeline Marcos found herself staring blearily at her supervisor and trying not to think about the night before. Her head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls. Cotton balls with hidden thumbtacks inside them. She'd barely managed to get Rick's stupid presentation done before his stupid meeting—and it was too bad she didn't get extra credit for being still tipsy—and now she had to listen to him drone on and on about the budget for their current project. They were over, of course. They were always over. And yet it somehow took an hour and a half each week for Rick to tell them this.

Maddy
stifled a yawn and shifted in her seat.

Mistake.
The soreness in her ass and pussy shot up her spine, eliciting a wince. It was as though her body was reminding her—pointedly—that she had had the fuck of her life last night and it had been the greatest lay she would ever have. It was all downhill from here. No more hot
billionaires
cumming
on her tits and in her ass. No more
Maddy
sandwiches.
Just plain old boring sex.
And a thousand boring meetings about budgets.
Never again would a meeting be as exciting as the accidental meeting she'd had last night.
Especially not if Rick remained her boss.

Maddy
yawned again just as a knock came on the conference room door.

Rick looked annoyed and snapped, “Yes, what is it?” at poor Jennifer, the receptionist for their department, as she poked her head around the door.