Maddy Collated: The Complete Trilogy (8 page)

Last night Chet had said she liked a little business with her pleasure, and she found that he was probably right.
Maddy
gave him a little smile and leaned back, letting her breasts thrust out. His eyes dropped to where they strained against her blouse, and she reached up, unbuttoning the first button.

She saw him swallow, and knew this was her chance.

“It
is
my business. If you two can't talk to each other, how will the company survive? I work here, you know.”

He watched, transfixed, as she slowly worked another button through its hole. It popped out, and her bountiful cleavage buoyed up. “I know,” he said. “I got to the office and all I could think about was how you were just on the eighth floor.”

“Good,” she said. “I'm glad you were thinking of me.
Because I was thinking of you, too.”
She licked her lips and prepared to say what she was
really
thinking. It was risky and sounded like some kind of bad movie line, but she had to. She let her fingers dip inside her blouse, brushing over the mounds of her breasts, and it was a testament to how good Sam and Chet had made her feel that now even her own touch brought shivers. “But I liked last night,” she said. “If you can't look at Chet, how am I ever going to fuck you both at the same time again? You said you like me because I let you know what I want,” she told him. “Well, I really want you both inside me.”

To her gratification, his jaw dropped open, as though he couldn't believe she'd said such a thing.
Maddy
couldn't really believe it either. Last night had reached inside her and loosened something, and now it felt like a slow, steady chain reaction was building, making her bolder, freer than ever before.

Why
not
fuck two guys at once? Why
not
do it twice? Why
not
ask for it?

She felt her mouth curl in a half-smile as she unbuttoned the third button on her boring white blouse, revealing the lacy red bra beneath it, barely containing her cleavage. “I think you guys need a mediator.”

He shut his mouth. “Are you volunteering?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said. “I think I bridged some gaps last night. Maybe lightning will strike twice.”

He watched her, his brown eyes intense. “Come here and kiss me,” he commanded.

She did, crawling across the sofa. Her hands stroked over his chest, catching the fine cotton of his shirt as she captured his lips with her own. He didn't waste any time, but broke away almost immediately and kissed a fiery trail down her throat to the swell of her breasts as his hands pushed her skirt up over her hips.
Maddy
gasped as he pinched the flesh at the cleft of her ass, then flattened his hand and massaged the tiny spark of pain away. Her hands tangled in his hair as he pushed one lacy cup aside, revealing a taut nipple.

His mouth descended, sucking the peak of her breast into his hot mouth. As though he couldn't get enough of her, he opened his mouth wider and wider, trying to swallow her breast whole, teeth scraping over her flesh, biting at her nipple.

Maddy
mewled and squirmed, and the hardening bulge of his erection butted against her mound. His breath caught, and then he was tipping her back into the sofa.

His hands were everywhere, demanding, insatiable, and she wanted to give all of herself to them, even though Chet had warned her against it, even though she had a lifetime of bad experiences warning her as well, but she was powerless under his charm.

“
Maddy
,” he chanted. “
Maddy
,
Maddy
,
Maddy
...”

No man had ever whispered her name so urgently. No man had ever made her feel so wanted.

Except maybe Chet.

Gently, she pushed Sam away, and he sat up. Her knees shook as she stood up.

“You said you had something of mine?” she said.

His eyes lit up, like a little boy on Christmas. “Oh yes,” he said. “I believe I do.”

Standing up next to her, he took her hand and led her to the large, imposing desk in the center of the room. Behind it stood an even more imposing desk, on which his computer sat, but they didn't go that far. Reaching down, Sam opened a drawer and drew out her nylons.

“I'm afraid they're a bit worse for the wear,” he said, smiling. “You were too eager to get out of them last night.”

She took them from him. “I'm betting if you put them on my wrists, I wouldn't be so eager to get out of them this morning.”

She actually saw desire hit him like a sledgehammer as he rocked on his feet. “Yes, please,” he said, reaching for them.

“Ah-ah-ah,” she said. “We still have business to take care of with your partner.”

He closed his eyes, and for a moment she thought she'd pushed him too far. Then he reached down and pressed the intercom button.

“Chet,” he said. At the base of his jaw, his pulse
fluttered,
nerves and need warring together.

There was a silence,
then
Chet's voice crackled over the line. “What?”

Sam shot
Maddy
an unreadable glance, but he forged ahead. “Are you free? We need you in my office.”

There was no answer, but then the knob of the door between their offices rattled. The door swung open, and Chet stood there glowering, his face dark as a thunderhead.

Maddy
watched as he took the scene in before him: Sam, mussed and breathing hard, while she stood next to him, her tits hanging out of her half-unbuttoned blouse and a pair of nylons clutched in her hands.

She swallowed. “We were going over last night's merger,” she said. “I thought I could help facilitate further discussion between you two.”

To her surprise, a distant smile graced his mouth. “
Maddy
,” he said, “you are a wrecking ball.”

He stepped inside Sam's office and shut the door behind him.

Silence crashed in, but she had taken the plunge, and now it was sink or swim. She held up the nylons. “Perhaps we can talk about allocation of assets?”

Chet stalked across the floor, and both she and Sam drew together, quailing and aroused by the sheer force of him. Reaching out, he took the nylons from her hand and gestured at the desk.

“Lie down,” he said.

Nerves screaming, arousal burning,
Maddy
did as she was told. Quarterly earnings reports and other such garbage crunched under her as she did her best to hop gracefully onto the edge of the desk and laid back. The ceiling above her was bright, illuminated with sunlight. She heard the ragged breath of both men fill the air.

“Sam,” Chet said, “
eat
her out while I tie her up.”

Maddy
gasped at his language, but she didn't have time to protest. Sam's hands were already pushing her skirt up, over her legs, his hands hooking into her pantyhose and panties, maneuvering them over her hips and down her legs as Chet came around to the other side of the desk and leaned over her.

Ice blue eyes burned into hers. “You are irrepressible,” he said. “Arms up.”

Mouth dry, she did as he instructed, and with quick, sharp movements, he wrapped her own pantyhose around her wrists,
then
pulled them back until her forearms were perpendicular to the ground. Ducking down, he tied the other end somewhere beneath the desk, but she couldn't have said anything more about it, because as he did so, Sam tossed her shoes, panties, and other nylons to the floor. They made a dull thump, and then he was on his knees in front of her, his tongue pushing inside her tight, wet channel.

Maddy
inhaled sharply and struggled, but he put his hands on her thighs, stilling her. His technique was different from Chet's, his tongue broader and softer. Slowly, he let his tongue wander and meandering circle just inside the entrance of her pussy. His nose, sharp and straight, rubbed over her aching clit.

Above and behind her, Chet stood, his hands skating over her throat, leaving ripples of fire in their wake as he let them wander down over her collarbone, parting her blouse. Warm and insistent, his rough palms pressed over her breasts, and she sighed. She felt herself calming beneath his touch as he unclasped her bra and let her breasts bounce free. His hips were so close, she could feel the warmth radiating from
him
,and
she tried to reach up and touch him, but whatever he had done with her nylons, it had been good and secure.

He pinched her nipples, hard.

“As our facilitator, it is important you remain neutral between us,” Chet said as Sam sucked her clit into his mouth and let it rub against his teeth.

Maddy
cried out and tried to grip his head between her thighs, but he held her fast, his fingers digging into the abundant flesh of her legs. Above, Chet pinched her nipples again,
then
pulled them. Her breasts, never taut and perky, stretched out until they were almost conical, the pain and pleasure mingling inside her stomach, but at the back of her mind she felt ashamed. Her body... it wasn't anything anyone should want. Then Chet released her nipples and her breasts bounced back to her chest, undulating, soft, and a bit too pendulous.

For a moment,
Maddy
wanted to cry. Squeezing her eyes shut she turned her head to her arm. He was laughing at her, she was sure of it, and even Sam's insistent mouth wasn't enough to distract her from years of embarrassment suddenly threatening to drown out the pleasure.

Then Chet said, “Fuck,
Maddy
, your tits are amazing.”

Swallowing hard, she cracked an eye to see him staring at her chest as he pinched her nipples again, sending bolts of fire straight down to her clit where Sam's eager tongue stoked her into an inferno. Again he pulled her nipples, and again he let them bounce back. Then he leaned forward, taking one in his mouth and sucking hard just as Sam pushed a finger inside her.

Maddy
cried out.
“Chet!
Sam!
Oh!”

Chet pulled back, and the shock of cool air on her nipple tightened the coil of pleasure in her belly.

“You are mesmerizing,” he said to her. “I could watch you all day.”

Her heart twisted and she bit her lip as he put his hands out and began to massage her breasts in a soft, urgent rhythm, leaning in to first swallow one nipple and then the other, sending a wave of desire over her, bowling her over and making the world blur as she struggled for air.

Sweat beaded on her brow as she strained against her bonds, trying to angle her hips against Sam's mouth. “Please,” she begged, and she didn't know what she was asking for as Chet twisted her nipples and Sam's quick, practiced tongue pushed her higher and higher. “Please, someone get inside me,
now.”

Sam abandoned her pussy and stood up. “Just come right out and say it, why don't you?” he laughed.

Chet squeezed her breasts. “Good,” he rumbled. “Maintain neutrality. No favoritism.”

“All business,” Sam said, and it was the first thing he'd said to Chet since he'd entered the room. Something eased between them, and she heard Chet chuckle.

“All pleasure,” he told Sam, and she gasped as Sam squeezed her clit between two fingers and began to stroke it.

“Oh,”
she moaned as he undid the fastenings on his pants.
“Oh,
god.”

“Good enough,” Sam said, and let his rod fall against her mound. It lay against her stomach, heavy and hot with need, and
Maddy
squirmed under it. She heard the smile in his voice. “I like to watch you move,” he said. “I can't wait to make you come.”

Maddy
moaned as his cock slapped against her thighs as he played with her, clearly enjoying her helplessness. His head brushed against her slick folds,
then
he angled upwards and thrust. The hard shaft scraped over her sensitive clit, and she cried out, writhing.

She barely heard Chet over the sound of her own gasps. “Now that is not mutually agreeable, Sam. If I recall correctly, you got her pussy last time. It's my turn.”

His words set her on fire. “God,” she said. “Someone take my pussy,
please.”

Both of them chuckled as they switched places. She heard the long, slow
zip
of Chet's trousers coming undone, and then he was between her legs, right where she needed him.

Still sore from last night,
Maddy
winced as Chet pushed the head of his dick against her waiting entrance, but a hand on her stomach stilled her, soothing her tensing muscles.

“Don't fret,
Maddy
,” she heard him say above the hammering of her heart in her ears. “I will not hurt you.” For some reason, his words made her chest ache.

With movements that bordered on tender, he slid forward,
then
retreated. Then he pushed into her a little more, held himself still, and moved back, letting her already sensitive flesh get accustomed to him. His broad, warm hands smoothed over her thighs, massaging her, calming her, until, after a few more gentle
movements,
he was seated deep inside her.