The Sextet - Occupational Hazards [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)

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So they’ve been planning this for a while
. Tracey sucked the gin-and-vermouth-soaked pimento out of the olive before sinking her teeth into the green flesh. Perhaps she wasn’t the pervert she feared she was.

The men were already lovers. That much was plain in the surreptitious glances, the gentle touches. She knew they still had separate apartments, but they walked into the Batcave together almost every day, so they had to be sleeping together at night. And now they had their sights set on adding her to their pair. Tingles raced the length of her body as she imagined the three of them, bodies entwined.

She should have walked away. Hell, she should have run… But she didn’t. Perhaps she could simply go ahead and fuck their brains out and blame it on the martinis. Perhaps she should sleep on a couch in the lobby. Perhaps she should remind them—yet again—that she was their boss and older than they evidently realized. But she wouldn’t.

Taking a sip of her martini as two pairs of eyes bored through her, Tracey made up her mind. For once in her life, she was going to reach for happiness with both hands.

Damn the consequences. Full speed ahead.

The Dream Team was going from workroom to bedroom.

Throwing back the rest of her drink, she set the glass down and pushed it away. “Let’s go, boys.”

Chapter 4

Riding in the elevator seemed to take ten times longer than normal, probably because stupid kids in bright blue FFA corduroy jackets got on and off on almost every floor. Who knew that many people planned on being farmers? Since everything inside Tracey was already thrumming from the martinis and the notion that her guys wanted to take her to bed, to share her, her patience barely held. Ben fumbled with the electronic key, and she almost snatched it out of his hands to open the door herself. Thankfully, he got it on the third try and pushed the door open to let her enter the suite.

The bed had already been turned down and the curtains pulled shut. The lights held at a dim level, and soft music played from the television. Probably some satellite radio station. The mood had been properly set. Ben and Corey had clearly planned this, just as they said. Heat flooded her body, forcing moisture between her thighs and her nipples to harden even as warning bells chimed inside her head.

Don’t do it, Tracey!

You’re their boss.

You’re so much older than they are.

You’re drunk.

Fuck it. You only live once!

Tracey kicked off her shoes before peeling off her tight suit jacket and flinging it over one of the chairs. Taking a breath for courage, she put her hands on her hips and turned to face Corey and Ben. “Well, after all your teasing and flirting and…less-than-subtle innuendos, you’ve finally got me alone and willing. What do you plan to do about it, boys?”

Corey reacted first. Not a surprise. He’d always been her action guy. His jacket soon covered hers. He jerked at his tie until he whipped it out of his collar and over his head. Then he moved in front of her. She decided to have mercy on him and helped with the buttons on the front of his shirt, opening them slowly to reveal the patch of dark hair she’d been dying to touch. Smoothing her hands over his chest to spread the shirt open, she couldn’t stop herself from leaning in to rub her nose in the crisp curls. He smelled like male—sexy with a hint of spice. When she licked his nipple, Corey groaned and worked his arms out of his shirt before pulling it out of his pants and tossing it aside.

Ben had evidently been busy stripping as well because when he pressed himself up against her back, Tracey could feel the heat from his bare chest. His hand found the zipper on the back of her skirt and slowly dragged it down before he pushed the garment over her hips until it fell to the floor. As she kicked it aside, he worked on the button on the back of her silk shell. “Lift your arms, Trace,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath raising gooseflesh on her skin and making her pussy clench in need as he tugged up her shirt. “Time to get this off you.”

Since she’d had to stop kissing Corey’s chest, she forgot to lift her arms and instead got to work on his pants by unfastening his belt and pulling it free of the belt loops. She pressed her palm against the front of his zipper, loving the feel of his erect cock. She licked her lips in anticipation. “Nice. Very nice.”

“Glad you approve,” Corey said with a smile, pushing his groin against her hand. “Now be a good girl and do as Ben says. Lift your arms.” He helped Ben pull her shirt over her head.

Standing there in nothing but her beige bra and thong, she couldn’t help but worry that her guys wouldn’t like what they saw. They were probably used to younger girls. Girls whose boobs were still perky. Gravity wasn’t the friend of a forty-one-year-old with C-cup tits.

Before she could stop him, Ben popped the back clasp of her bra and eased it off her. It took all her strength not to immediately try to cover her breasts with her hands.

“God, I knew you’d have the best tits. I just
knew
it,” Corey said before he swooped down to draw a nipple into his mouth and drive her insane with suction.

Tracey felt like lightning had hit her directly in the breast, and the fire spread through every limb and forced a gush of juice from her pussy. A groan escaped her lips before Ben gently turned her head back enough to settle his mouth on hers. A fast, hard kiss before he pulled away.

Her body became a mêlée of sensation, threatening to drown her. Her cunt throbbed in want as her nipples peaked into hard nubs. Two men were making love to her. Not any two men—
her men
. Her Ben and her Corey. The men she’d desired from the moment she’d met them. She’d died and gone straight to heaven.

Ben’s hands fumbled with her thong, but Tracey wriggled and spread her legs to help him remove it. The last piece of her clothing removed, she decided it was time to level the playing field. “Your turn, gentlemen. Pants off now! I’m not gonna be naked all alone.”

She’d never seen people drop their drawers so fast. Before she could blink a couple of times, her surfer boy and her dark Romeo were naked. Strolling over to the bed, she lay down as she watched them turning to follow her with their eyes. As she settled against the pillows, she drank her fill of their incredible bodies.

Corey. Dark. Everywhere. A thick pelt of hair on his chest that thinned to a happy trail and thickened to a nest around his fat cock. The engorged head looked almost purple as it jutted out, a small drop of pre-cum emerging from the slit. Tracey licked her lips again, anticipating the salty, tangy taste of him.

Ben. Light. Everywhere. His skin was pale and inviting, his chest smooth enough she wondered if he waxed. The tight curls around his groin were a light brown, darker than the hair on his head. His dick was longer than any she’d ever seen.

Ah, how she loved variety. Sliding over to the center of the bed, she threw them an inviting smile and patted the soft sheets on either side of her. Her guys scrambled onto the bed. “So,” she said, reaching for the parts of them she’d fantasized about for far too long, “who does what first? This is my first threesome. I’m not sure of the rules.” She stroked each of their hard cocks from base to tip and back again. “Who brought the condoms?”

Corey, as always, moved first. Grabbing his bag, he jerked out a box of rubbers and ripped it open. Then he tossed a string of them onto the night table. He reached for her face, laying a warm palm against each cheek before pressing his lips to hers. After only a moment of gentle pressure, he swept his tongue inside her mouth.

Damn, but he could kiss. She loved his taste. Man with a touch of vermouth. Delicious. Letting go of Ben’s erection, she rolled toward Corey, wanting to experience the kiss better by pressing her body against his.

Evidently feeling left out, Ben sidled over to mold against her back, fitting his cock between her upper thighs so he could rub against her pussy. She hummed as she kissed Corey, loving the feel of two hands cradling her face while two more reached around her to palm her breasts.

“You’re right, Corey. She’s got great tits.” Ben kissed the tender place where neck met shoulder while his fingers plucked at her nipples, sending zings shooting down her belly. “And that pussy. She’s so wet already.”

One of Corey’s hands left her face, sliding down her arm to her hip before working across to the juncture of her thighs. His fingers pressed between her folds as Ben pulled his cock back. “So wet. So perfect,” Corey said as he ended their kiss. “I want to be here.” He pushed a finger deep inside her.

“Right where I’d like you to be,” she replied before a moan slipped out when he added a second finger.

“I’ve thought about this forever, Tracey,” Corey said. “Both of us have.”

“Seriously? Why?” The silly words slipped through her lips before she could stop them. Alcohol had dulled her wits. And obviously her judgment. Nothing between them would ever be the same after tonight, and she hadn’t decided if that was a good or a bad thing. By fucking her guys, she might be destroying her Dream Team. At that moment, she wanted them both so desperately, she wasn’t sure she cared. There was more to life than work, and damn, but she never, ever believed she’d think that.

“You don’t have an ounce of vanity in you, do you?” Ben kissed her, then whispered in her ear. “Because you’re gorgeous.” His hands swept around to cover her ass. “Because you’re sexy. Because you drive us both insane.”

“Because I can’t wait another minute. Hand me a condom, Ben.” Ripping it open, Corey sheathed his cock before rolling her onto her back and settling between her thighs, that thick cock nestled against her mound. “Me first.”

With a chuckle, Ben turned her face until he could kiss her, his tongue mating lazily with hers just as Corey nudged the head of his cock against her entrance. Her left hand settled on Corey’s tight ass while her right stroked Ben’s shaft. Ben’s kiss smothered her moan when Corey plunged inside her body.

It felt like he’d waited for this moment forever. Corey pulled back and sank into her snug cunt again, marveling at how wonderfully she fit him. Her muscles squeezed him tight when she raised her legs to lock her ankles behind his back. Normally, he had great self-control, being able to teeter on the edge of release or pull back before the point of no return. Tracey snatched that control away without even trying. She just felt so…right. Making love to her was as perfect as the first time he’d made love to Ben. They’d been right—she would make them whole.

Withdrawing, he slid almost free of her body before plunging back inside. Her moan reached deep inside him, making him speed up the pace. In and out. In and out. He continued until he couldn’t take much more, but he’d be damned if he’d come before she found her own bliss. Raising his gaze to Ben, he tried to let him know his help was needed. Surely his lover would recognize just how close to release Corey was getting.

Smiling against Tracey’s lips, Ben kissed her again before his head dropped to her breasts. The visual of Ben drawing one of Tracey’s spectacular raspberry nipples into his mouth as Corey fucked her almost finished him off. Then the most wonderful thing happened. Tracey bucked beneath him, gasping as her pussy contracted around him. With a shout, Corey let his blazing orgasm wash over him.

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Sanity was a long time returning to Tracey as she let the lingering aftershocks race over her body. Vaguely aware of Corey withdrawing and flopping to her side, she could only smile as she waited to see what came next. Hopefully, Ben. He’d stopped taunting her nipple and was tracing her belly button with his fingertip. Her voice was still shaky when she spoke. “So, it’s time to please my word man.”

Ben reached for a condom, but Tracey took it from his hands. Instead of ripping it open right away, she leaned down to run her tongue around the crown of his cock, licking off the fluid leaking from the tip. His groan made her smile before she took him in her mouth. He tasted slightly salty, and she savored the hot, soft flesh as she stroked his harness with her tongue. “Tracey…please,” he said with a growl.

Lifting up, she pushed his shoulders until his back was pressed against the sheets. She picked up the condom, opened it, and unfurled it slowly over his cock as Corey rolled to prop himself up on an elbow. “Can I watch? Shit, you two are
hot
.”

“By all means,” she saucily replied as she straddled Ben’s hips. He held his hard shaft still while she eased him inside her. Throwing her head back, she hummed in appreciation when he rocked his hips up, thrusting deep into her body.

Corey scooted closer, his hand settling on the small of her back while Ben fucked her. She arched back, taking Ben deep while enjoying Corey’s touch.

Their rhythm increased as Ben’s hands settled on her hips. “Damn, Trace. You feel so good.”

“So do you.” Those were the last coherent words Tracey could form as she let her body take control of her mind. Corey rose to put a strong hand behind her neck and pull her mouth to his. His tongue rubbed across hers, adding to the pleasure. Suddenly, everything inside her tightened as she squeezed Ben’s cock until the splendor washed over her again. With a smothered cry of surrender against Corey’s lips, she came, thrilled to hear Ben’s shout as he thrust up into her one last time.

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