Maddy Collated: The Complete Trilogy (9 page)

She was dying, impaled on him, so ready to be driven over the edge. Behind her stood Sam, and she saw his hands moving on his cock, slowly stroking himself as he watched his best friend bury himself in her tight cunt, where he himself had been just a few hours before.

“Oh,”
Maddy
said, squirming around Chet's shaft, begging for friction.
“Hurry.”

Slowly, Chet began to pump his hips, his thick, meaty cock sliding smoothly inside her.
Maddy
moaned, bracing herself against the desk, the edges biting into her arms. She tugged against her own nylons, but she couldn't free herself. She arched her back. “Please,” she whimpered. “Fuck me more.”

His fingers bit into her thighs as he pushed them up, opening her legs until she was completely bared to him.
“Such language.
Can't have that,” Chet whispered. “This is a place of business, Miss Marcos, and we are in a very important meeting. What would happen if one of our assistants heard you?”

And, to her horror, he paused in his slow thrusts, reached over, and switched on the intercom.

Desperately,
Maddy
shut her eyes and bit her lip, struggling not to cry out. Then Chet angled himself against her and tiny whimpers began to build in her throat as his cock stroked against something inside her that she'd never quite felt before. Her toes curled and she bit down harder.

A soft kiss landed on her forehead, and her eyes fluttered open to see Sam smiling down at her.

“I believe I can help,” he said, and then he was climbing, fully dressed, onto the desk next to her. Papers tumbled to the floor, unheeded as he swung a leg over her, and in an echo of the night before, he was straddling her chest again, only this time he was facing Chet. Moving his hips back, he positioned himself over her face. The soft head of his dick, freed from his pants, stroked against her cheek, and a small, cool drop of
precum
slid against her skin. Blindly,
Maddy
turned her head and opened her mouth, swallowing him down. His balls tickled her nose,
then
hitched as she moved forward to take as much as she could of him inside.

He tasted good.
Clean, but with the soft musk of sweat.
Precum
coated her tongue, and she swallowed around his shaft. His hips jerked, but other than that, he didn't make a sound as Chet pumped her pussy with slow, lazy strokes.

“I think,” she heard Sam say above her, “that this is as good a time as any to say that while I was hesitant about the proposal you put forth last night, it has already yielded some... unexpected fruit.”

Maddy
held her breath as Chet paused, and she had to squirm to remind him to keep moving.

“Indeed?” he said. She heard a tiny tremor in his voice, and she lifted her head, taking Sam's cock even deeper in her throat as Chet surged into her. His pubic bone, covered in fine hair, ground against her clit and she almost made a sound. Fortunately Sam spoke again.

“I think your proposal is risky, but I believe the payoffs could be enormous.”

There was silence in the cavernous office, except the soft, insistent
shluck
shluck
shluck
of Chet's shaft inside her dripping cunt. She prayed it wasn't loud enough to be heard over the intercom, though the risk of getting caught set her on fire. The muscles in her legs coiled as she dug her heels into Chet's back, urging him to go faster, and she pushed herself to swallow Sam's cock. His breath hitched as she pulled back. Saliva and
precum
glistened against the inside seams of his zipper. She was probably going to ruin another of his suits. She'd call it a fee.

Above her, Sam's hips stuttered as she let her teeth scrape gently over the soft head and she heard a tiny grunt in his throat.

“I'm relieved you've reached that conclusion,” Chet said. “Nothing could damage the special relationship we have built as the heads of this company, but your reaction was not encouraging.” His hands slid over her thighs, digging into her ample hips and ass, and he picked up the pace of his thrusts, shoving his dick deeper into her core, and
Maddy
couldn't suppress a squeak.

Sam thrust his cock into her throat, muffling her. His voice was rough when he spoke next. “I'm sorry,” he said simply. “There was no reason for that. I think we should... explore our options.” Then his body descended on hers, his fine suit and shirt brushing over the bare skin of her torso, and his tongue found her clit again.

Chet's hips stuttered as Sam's mouth descended on her, and
Maddy
felt a surge of lust. His mouth must be so close to Chet's cock, and after a second, she felt Chet twist and move. Next to her, the intercom jumped and clattered as he ripped the cord from it. From the corner of her eye, she saw the red light go dark.

“Shit,
Sam,
fuck,”
Chet ground out. “You don't have to...
oh god—”

His hips picked up the pace again, now frantic and unleashed and
Maddy
moaned around Sam's shaft as Chet plundered her pussy. His tight control had dissolved, and Sam's mouth worked her clit without mercy.

She was full of cock, and she wanted more.
Maddy
had never felt so wanton and desirable as they both took their pleasure with her, and, she suspected, each other. Hands and lips and tongues and legs, all were a tangle in her head, and all she was sure of was the mounting pressure in her pussy as both men lavished attention on it. She wanted to come around Chet. She wanted to suck Sam dry.

Greedily she pushed her head forward again, wishing her hands were free so she could pump his shaft and tug his balls, but she had to settle for opening her throat and letting Sam fuck her face. His movements were growing more and more wild as he and Chet pushed her higher, letting the orgasm of her life build slowly inside her belly. She felt swollen all over, aching and bursting with need and desire, and it wasn't enough for her. She wanted to be filled up, filled until she split open, and her pussy quivered at the thought of both of them inside her tight channel at once.

Then Sam drew back his head, put his fingers on her clit, and began to stroke her in quick, sharp movements, and then there was no more fantasy, just the reality as she screamed around his cock and came.

Pleasure speared her, so sharp and urgent it was almost pain, and she struggled, her legs hitching high around Chet's waist as her clenching cunt choked off the last of his self-control and he grunted through clenched teeth. He barely had time to withdraw from her before warm spurts of cum splattered the inside of her thigh. Shoving his cock into the soft flesh there, Chet bucked and jerked against her as he emptied his seed onto her skin.

Abandoned,
Maddy
moaned, her cunt still quivering to be filled, and to her infinite relief Sam understood what she needed and pushed his fingers inside her, still working her aching clit with his thumb as she rode her orgasm out. His cock still pumped inside her mouth and she wanted to take it all inside her. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts into his stomach. The tightening of his balls above her nose was her only warning and she moaned as he shuddered, cum surging down her throat. She almost gagged around it, but the taste was so rich and dark and wholly male that she couldn't help but swallow it all down, gulping and licking as he jerked above her.

The only sound in the office was their ragged breathing as they all came down from the high, but it was a comfortable silence. At last, when he was spent, Sam rolled off and collapsed next to her on the desk. More papers were swept to the floor, but he didn't seem to care. Her arms ached from their forced position, but she was so relaxed in the afterglow that she couldn't have moved if she wanted to. Chet still hung onto her leg, but it was a gentle hold, different from the desperate cling as he came against her.

“Wow,” Sam finally said. “That was great.”

Chet choked back a laugh as he drew back from
Maddy
, leaving cooling cum on her thigh. “You're so good at understating,” he told his best friend.

Maddy
turned her head in time to see Sam smile. “Well,” he said, “if I didn't understate, no one would underestimate us, and then we'd be in trouble.”

Chet watched him with wary eyes, and
Maddy
knew his heart was hiding behind them.

Sam, who knew him better than anyone, laughed. “Cheer up,
chucklefuck
,” he said, clearly a term of endearment between them, “I won't ignore you again. I'm sorry.”

“You don't have anything to be sorry about—” Chet began.

Sam reached out and grabbed Chet's hand.

“Hey,” he said. “I'm
sorry.”

They stared at each other, and while her heart fluttered for them,
Maddy
couldn't help but feel slightly left out.
Which was fine.
No one could ever come between them. That much was clear. She'd just have to be happy with being between them temporarily.

Still. She cleared her throat.

“So,” she said. “Sorry to ruin the moment, but could one of you untie me and take me to lunch?”

They both started and looked at her. Sam laughed, but Chet looked bemused.

“Who said anything about lunch?” he said.

“It's my facilitator fee,”
Maddy
said. “I'm starved. I had to skip breakfast because someone stuffed me full of alcohol and tapas last night.”

“Guilty,” Sam said. “And
I
said something about lunch.” He hopped off the desk, crawled underneath it, and within seconds the tension on her arms was easing. She sat up, working feeling back into her arms. Chet handed her a handkerchief—where
did
he keep them, and who the hell carried handkerchiefs around anyway?—and she sopped
the cum
from her leg. Sliding off the desk, she stood on shaking knees and worked her panties and nylons back on before shoving her feet back into her shoes and stowing her breasts away again. When she was finally presentable, she looked up only to see that Sam and Chet had been watching her.

“What?” she said. “Never seen a girl get dressed before?”

“I have,” Chet said. “But I've never seen anything so great as you wrestling those breasts back into that shirt.”

“It was transcendent,” Sam said.

Maddy
suspected they might be laughing at her, but she just smiled.
“You sweet-talkers.”

“Managed to get you out of your panties twice now,” Sam said. “I'd say
it's
working.”

Chet gave her a more calculating gaze. “I rather think
it's
Maddy
talking
us
out of
our
boxers,” he said.

Maddy
grinned at him. “Who is the puppet and who is the puppeteer?” she said, waggling her fingers. “You'll never know!”

Sam groaned. “Ugh.
Philosophy.
Let's go eat steak. I'm starved.”

Maddy
had never heard a better idea. She followed him to the door, but a warm hand on her shoulder stopped her in her tracks. She started to turn to ask Chet what he wanted, but then his scent filled her head—musky and rich, all man, all sex—and she went dizzy as he pressed his lips to her cheek.

“Thank you,” he whispered to her, and then he was guiding her across the office as though he hadn't said anything at all.
Maddy
dazedly let herself be led.

The click of the door startled Sam's personal assistant.
Maddy
wasn't even sure she was a different person from the other two assistants or if they were all simply three clones of the same stick-thin blonde woman. As the door of the office shut behind her, hiding the carnage of their fucking,
Maddy
felt her curious eyes traveling over her body. They passed her by, Chet's warm broad hand between her shoulder blades, and
Maddy
knew she was observing everything, wondering why a man like Chet was touching her. Like always,
Maddy
felt her judgment, her assessment of every voluptuous curve on her body, weighing
Maddy's
body against her own. She knew she was found wanting, but for the first time, it didn't matter.

Keep looking,
she thought fiercely.
You'll
never
be me.

And right now, that was the best thing in the world to be, curves and all.

* * *

Maddy
Shifts the Paradigm

Madeline Marcos looked at the clock and groaned. Ten twenty-three.
AM.
On a Monday.
And it was, by far, the worst Monday morning she'd had since... well, since last Monday, when nothing bad at all had happened. In fact, the only remarkable thing about last Monday had been the fact that it had been completely unremarkable.