The subway bumped along, and I held onto the bar more tightly to keep my balance; the rumbling, swaying motion somehow reminding me of sex. It wasn’t surprising really. It has been two days since I was with Zan and Max. I was having major withdrawals.
I’d had a mid-term to study for, and I’d thought I wouldn’t get any work done if I went to their place. But I hadn’t been able to concentrate as much as I should have because I wanted them so much. It made me wonder if I had given in to the temptation to be with them, maybe I’d have gotten more studying done.
I was addicted, there was no question about it. Maybe I should just move in with them. It would make everything so much easier.
But every time I started to consider it, something held me back and I couldn’t figure out what it was.
I loved being with them. They were funny and intelligent and we had a great time together doing everything. Of course they were sexy as hell and they made me feel like a sex goddess. And then there was the way the fucked. I’d never had men worship every inch of my body, and give me so many orgasms. I never wanted it to end.
That’s why I was so confused. That’s why I couldn’t understand why I was so reluctant to move in with them. They wanted me, but I kept hesitating.
The subway pulled into my stop and I pushed the confusing thoughts away, concentrating on my errand.
It was a cold day, and I was only wearing a thin skirt and blouse with an equally thin coat. I hurried up the stairs to the street and along the sidewalk as fast as I could in my heels, eager to get into the warm interior of the building.
Luckily my destination was only a couple of blocks from the subway and I was there in a matter of minutes.
The revolving doors swirled me into warm air, and I felt it envelope me, chasing the shivers away.
Of course, I admitted to myself, it wasn’t just the cold that was making me shiver. I was nervous but also excited too. I’d never done anything like this before and I wasn’t sure how it would turn out.
Stepping into the elevator I pushed the button, taking a deep breath, telling myself to calm down. And a moment later I emerged onto the correct floor and headed for the receptionist.
She looked up with an inquiring smile. “May I help you?”
I nodded. “I have an 11:30 appointment. My name is Beth Porter.”
“Of course,” the receptionists said. “Just a moment.”
She picked up the phone and pressed a couple of buttons. “Your 11:30 is here.”
Without another word she replaced the phone, rising from her desk. “I’ll take you back, now.”
Unbuttoning my coat I followed her down the hall past a large wooden door, to a second identical one. She knocked and pushed the door open, motioning for me to go inside.
The man in the office had his back to us writing quickly, and spoke over his shoulder, “Sorry, I’ll be with you in a minute.”
I closed the door behind the receptionists as she left, locking it securely. Then I hung my coat on a rack by the door, and looked at the man, waiting for him to acknowledge me.
I glanced quickly around the large office, noting the large desk, two overstuffed chairs and even a sofa. There were several wooden filing cabinets and bookshelves, and there was another door that led out the side of the office. One entire wall was made of windows and even though there was a great view from inside, I’d noticed from the exterior that the glass was tinted so it was impossible to see in.
Then I looked back to the man I’d come to see, taking in his dark maroon shirt and charcoal slacks. I was just thinking how good they made his ass look when he turned toward me.
“Beth,” he said, looking up, “I’m Max…” He trailed off as he finally saw me, and a huge grin crossed his face. “Liz, baby, what are you doing here?”
As I started forward, I reached up unfastening a button on my blouse. “Well,” I said huskily, “I thought I’d surprise you, so I came to fuck you on top of your desk.”
He froze, his eyes wide. “What?” he choked.
I stepped even closer to him, unfastening another button so my blouse was open to the top of my black, lacy bra. “You actually gave me the idea when you said you wanted me chained naked to your desk.”
Taking another step, I opened another button. “I don’t have the chains, but I can do the naked part.” I smiled, brushing my hand between my breasts. “That’s okay, right?”
“Shit, yes,” he growled.
He moved finally, coming around his desk to take me in his arms. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me into him so I could feel his already hard cock. He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me thoroughly, and I opened my mouth inviting him in with a flick of my tongue.
His hands started to pull up my skirt in back, and his lips moved to my neck. I gasped as desire filled me, and I felt liquid pool between my legs. I reached for the buttons on his shirt but he pulled back.
“I want you so much, baby,” he groaned, “but I forgot I have an appointment.”
“With me,” I said, kissing his neck. “I made the appointments so we’d have lots of time.”
Max smiled and kissed me again, but drew back to look into my eyes. “Appointments?”
I winked. “I made one with Zan at the same time.”
Max grinned, pulling us backward so he leaned on his desk. He settled me between his thighs, pressing me to him with one hand on the small of my back. With his other hand he reached for his phone. Pushing a couple of buttons he spoke into the receiver as I continued to kiss his neck. “You better get in here.”
I started to unbutton Max’s shirt and a moment later the side door opened and Zan burst into the room. “What the fuck, Max, I’m waiting for an appointment…”
He trailed off as he saw me. Quickly his eyes raked over me, taking in my open blouse, and a huge smile raised his mouth. “Feeling horny baby?” he asked.
“Oh yeah,” I said, letting my eyes brush over him. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and black slacks, and looked sexy as hell.
“So horny,” Max said, “that she made an appointment with both of us.”
Zan pressed his body into my back, kissing my neck. “So you’re Liza Potter?” he purred, his hands sliding inside my blouse to cup by breasts.
“And my appointment Beth Porter.” Max mumbled.
Zan chuckled, “And you made an appointment to fuck us. I love that.”
I reached back, grasping his head, and brought his lips to mine. “I wanted to surprise you, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait until tonight to have you.”
“You don’t have to wait,” Max rumbled. “We’ll take you anywhere and any way you want.”
I winked at him. “I came to give you two your fantasy of fucking me here. So you get to have me exactly how you want.”
“Oh shit, yes,” Zan groaned, nipping my neck. “Better make sure the door’s locked,” he said, moving away.
“I took care of that one,” I called over my shoulder.”
Zan nodded and went through the connecting door into his office, and I was sure he was locking his door.
Max reached for the phone again. “Stephanie, Zan and I are in a meeting,” he said with a wink at me, “don’t disturb us for any reason.”
Zan appeared a moment later, looking like he wanted to eat me alive. He pressed against my back again. “You are wearing way too many clothes, baby,” he said kissing my neck.
His hands smoothed down my hips and thighs until he reached the bottom of my skirt, and slowly raised it, skimming his hands back up my naked skin underneath.
At the same time, Max started slowly working on the remaining buttons of my shirt. “I agree,” he growled.
He had them undone in a matter of moments, and slipped his hands inside, stroking over my sides. “Beautiful,” he breathed.
Pushing my skirt up around my waist, Zan gripped me, fitting my ass to him so I could feel his erection. I wiggled my hips, rubbing against him. His hand lightly stroked over my clit through my panties, making me shiver with desire.
Max pushed my blouse down my shoulders, and when I slid my arms out, he tossed it aside.
Zan let go of my skirt and I heard the zipper. He pushed the material down my hips and let it fall to the floor.
I was standing between them wearing only a matching black, lacy bra and panties and my high heels, and I could feel both their eyes on me.
“Damn, baby,” Zan growled. “You look good enough to eat.”
Max chuckled. “My office. I definitely get the first taste.”
I knew he meant he was going to go down on me. “You don’t have to do that,” I protested. “I want to give you your fantasy.”
Max kissed me. “Believe me, baby, having my head between your legs licking your sweet pussy is one of my best fantasies.”
Zan’s teeth grazed my shoulder. “We wouldn’t give that up for anything.” He agreed. “Giving you pleasure, seeing you cum is the whole point.”
Max’s thumbs found my nipples over my bra at the same time I felt Zan stroke my clit through my panties, like they had somehow planned it. I gasped, arching back with the unexpected jolt of pleasure.
“Your uninhibited response is what we want.” Max whispered. “And you always give it to us.”
Zan unfastened my bra, gently nipping at my shoulder blades while Max hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, pushing them down my hips.
The scrap of lace fell at my feet with the skirt. Zan slowly knelt, kissing his way down my back. He lifted my left foot, slipping my panties off around my shoe, and then did the same for my right foot.
Max pushed the straps of my bra off my shoulders and I let it slide down my arms and onto the floor.
Leaning down, he took my breast into his hot mouth. He sucked it hard and I slid my hand into his hair, moaning my pleasure.
Suddenly Max grasped my hips and lifted me up onto his desk, stepping between my legs. He kissed me, laying me down, as his hands smoothed over my breasts and then down across my stomach, and lower, caressing my thighs apart.
“I want to take this slow and savor every minute,” he rumbled, “but it’s been too long. I can’t wait.”
Then his mouth followed the same path his hands had just covered, kissing both of my breasts, my stomach, and inside of each thigh.
“I can’t believe I’m having you on my desk,” he growled, looking up from between my legs. His eyes traveled over my body laid out before him. “You are so damn beautiful.”
Without another word he dipped his head and took a long lick through my lower lips and up to my clit. My body arched as the pleasure washed through me, and I stifled a moan.
Zan chuckled and leaned in to kiss me. “Absolutely beautiful,” he whispered against my lips. “And you don’t have to hold back baby,” he assured me. “You can be as loud as you want. Our offices are soundproofed.“
Max held my hips and started to explore me, his tongue tracing the edges of my folds, stroking over my clit.
At the same time Zan’s kisses moved down to my neck and his hands reached for my breasts. He caressed my mounds, his thumb tracing circles over them, moving slowly closer to the center. My nipples drew to tight points and he stroked over them, before replacing one hand with his mouth.
His tongue brushed over my nub again and again and then he surprised me with his tongue stud, flicking the metallic ball across my nipple.
Moaning I reached up to grab his head, and suddenly Max plunged his tongue inside me.
I gasped in surprise, and Zan chuckled against my breast as Max set a quick pace, stroking deep inside me. I was so aroused that it only took moments for me to reach the edge. “That feels so good,” I hummed.
Bending my knees, I braced my high-heeled incased feet against the edge of the desk. I tried to move my hips with Max’s rhythm but he held me down. He was going to make me come on his terms.
Zan’s mouth moved to my other breast and he sucked hard as his hand moved across my stomach and down to my clit. He stroked it lightly as his tongue stud flicked over my other hard nipple.
I cried out with the overstimulation and my breath came in harsh gasps. My inner muscles pulsed around Max’s tongue as I felt the orgasm approaching. My body felt tighter and my back arched. Zan pinched my clit as Max plunged deep inside, and I flew over the edge.
Collapsing against the desk I gasped for breath and my body had that limp, satisfied feeling.
I was aware that Zan was caressing my skin, his hand moving over my stomach and breasts. “Beautiful,” he growled.
Max had withdrawn his tongue from me and was kissing my lower lips and clit. “Perfect,” he purred.
I smiled. “I am supposed to be fucking you,” I said.
Zan leaned over me, his mouth inches from mine. “That’s definitely going to happen, baby,” he said with a wink, “but you are just too good. We can’t pass up the chance for a taste.”
He kissed me briefly, and then he and Max moved at the same time, switching places.
Max cupped my head, his lips grazing mine. “Mmmm,” he hummed. “Baby, I’m so glad you came today.”
Automatically he started touching me, his hand smoothing slowly across my skin. “And we are going to make sure you cum a few more times,” he said with a wink.
Zan smiled at me, and his hands stroked over my thighs as he stepped between them. “This is definitely the best time I’ve ever had at the office.”
His lips pressed to my knee and he kissed a line up my leg, slowly approaching my core. But as he reached the juncture of my thighs, he drew back. He looked up, meeting my eyes, and his fingers brushed against my lower lips.
I jerked with the unexpected contact, and Zan chuckled. :I’m going to make you cum so good.”
Again his fingers feathered over my skin, delicately tracing around the edge of my core.
Max stroked across my neck, his thumb moving down my throat and across my collarbone. He turned his hand and lightly brushed his palm over my breast, making me gasp. My nipple hardened instantly and he continued to swirl his hand across my nub sending shocks of electricity through me.
Zan dipped down, kissing my lower lips. His tongue flicked inside me, making me moan. “Mmmmm baby,” he purred, “so sweet.”
Then he moved to my clit. Sucking my nub into his mouth. His clever tongue swirled around it, making his piercing touch me unexpectedly.
Max dipped down to kiss one breast, briefly concentrating on my hard nipple before he kissed his way across my chest to the other. His tongue laved over my areola, and then he lightly scrapped his teeth over the same area.
Zan’s fingers continued to stroke over my lower lips, and as I became more aroused I moved my hips restlessly, my high heel clad feet, straining against Max’s desk. Zan slowly parted my folds, feathering lightly over my core, his fingers dipping into my juices.
I thought he would reach up to stroke my clit, but instead, he slid two long fingers inside me.
I gasped with surprise as he brushed over my G-spot. He sucked hard on my clit as he moved his fingers inside me, concentrating on my sensitive spot.
Max kissed his way across my chest, taking my other breast into his mouth, his hand cupping the breast he’d just left. As his tongue circled one hard nub, his thumb stroked the other.
Zan continued pumping his fingers inside me, stroking over my G-spot faster and harder. At the same time he sucked swirled his tongue over my clit, sending shocks of electricity through me. It felt so good and moisture poured out of me as all the stimulation built me up quickly.
“Awww,” I moaned, “Zan.”
My hips started moving attempting to take him in faster and deeper, but Zan held me still. My breath came in quick gasps and I reached down, grasping at Max.
He flicked my nipple with his thumbnail and at the same time Zan sucked hard on my clit as his fingers hit my G-spot and I flew over the edge.
Zan immediately withdrew his fingers and placed his mouth over my core. He used long licks of his tongue to soothe me as I was coming down, and gather all the moisture he had caused.
He licked and sucked at my lower lips until my breathing was normal again.
“That was so good, Zan,” I purred.
Max continued to kiss my neck and chest, and I finally realized that I was gripping his hair. I released him instantly. “I’m sorry, Max.”
He looked up with a grin. “I love it when you lose control.”
“So do I,” Zan agreed, looking up from between my legs. “It’s so damn sexy.”
He kissed my inner thigh, and then my knee as he straightened up. A grin curved his mouth as he gave me a wink. “I can’t wait to fuck you while you’re only wearing these heels.”
I smiled at him. “I can’t wait either.”
Zan stepped to the side and Max pressed his lips to mine. “But it’s my office,” he said with a grin, “so I get to have you first.”
I reached up cupping his head, and kissed him back. It was a long, deep kiss, and opened my mouth, inviting him in with a flick of my tongue. I let my hands trail down neck to his shirt and started to unfasten his buttons.
When I had his chest exposed I kissed his neck. “So how,” I asked between kisses, “and where,” I closed my mouth over his nipple briefly, “do you want me?”
He groaned, moving down to the end of the desk as raised me into a sitting position. He took Zan’s place between my legs, gripping my hips. “Oh baby,” he growled, tossing aside his shirt, “I want you right here.”
Immediately I wrapped my legs around him and reached for his belt. I had it unbuckled in a moment and then worked on the fastening on his slacks. When they were open I pushed them and his boxers to the floor. Max quickly kicked them aside and stepped out of his shoes and socks.
His cock was already hard and he pressed it against my core as he took me in his arms. His warm, hard body fit to mine perfectly, sending a shiver of desire through me. My breasts brushed against his pecs, making my nipples tighten, and I grasped his back, trying to bring him even closer.
“Mmmmm baby,” he purred in my ear, “you are so fucking sexy.” He kissed me again. “I’ve dreamt about having you on my desk just like this.”
The oral sex had been great, but I ached to be filled. My core pulsed with need and I could feel the moisture gathering on my lower lips. I wanted him so much I started to move my hips, rubbing myself against his erection.
I spoke against his lips. “Then take me,” I said huskily, “just like you imagined.”
With a single thrust he was inside, I arched back with the incredible feeling of his thick cock filling me. “Ooohhh,” I moaned, “you always feel so good.”
Max kissed my neck. “Don’t stay away from us that long again, baby,” he said pulling out of me about halfway and then slamming himself back inside. “We were having withdrawals.”
I gasped as he pumped into me again, my fingers tightening in the muscles in his back. “So was I,” I admitted.
He continued with hard, slow strokes, slamming our lower bodies together, like he was trying to imprint the memory of sex onto me. And I loved it. My nails dug into his back and I tightened my legs around him, opening myself as wide as possible to take all of him.
He slid in even deeper on the next stroke and a growl escaped his lips. It was like his control had suddenly broken. His rhythm seemed to increase with every pump of his hips until he was almost frenzied. His desk shook and moved under me and I felt an incredible orgasm building.
Max pistoned into me so perfectly, stroking my swollen inner walls, filling me up with pleasure. Automatically my body arched back and my gasps turned to whimpers.
I felt the unexpected touch of his fingers on my clit and a gasp of surprise came from deep inside me a moment before he pushed me over the edge. I cried out with the power of it as waves of pleasure rushed through me, making my body shake and spasm around him.
He stilled his motion instantly, holding me tightly as the sensations pulsed through me. He stroked my hair and back as he pressed soft kisses to my neck.
“Mmmmm,” I hummed into his ear, still trying to catch my breath, “that was really good.”
He was still inside me and still hard, and I wondered what else he had in mind. But I didn’t have to ask. Max suddenly picked me up, careful to keep us joined and walked us the few steps to his desk chair.
Carefully he sat down, arranging me so I was on my knees, straddling him. He pressed his lips to mine as he grasped my ass, pulling me closer and settling me fully onto his shaft. “I want you to ride me, baby,” he growled. “Ride me good and hard.”
I smiled as I slowly started to rotate my hips. “You want me to ride you,” I said, kissing him quickly, “right here on your chair,” I kissed him again, “where you do your work everyday.”
“Oh yeah, baby,” he purred, kissing my neck as his hands smoothed over my lower back. “And I’ll think about it everyday while I’m sitting here.”
I started to move faster and Max leaned forward, taking my breast into his mouth. He sucked it hard and I moaned with pleasure.
Putting my hands on his shoulders for support I undulated my hips on him, keeping him deep inside. It felt really good, but I wanted more, and I knew Max did too.
Using my legs I lifted myself about half-way off him and then slammed down, taking him back inside.
He groaned and I felt a rush of happiness. I loved having sex with him, but even more I loved giving him pleasure.
“Is that what you want?” I asked. “Me fucking you hard and taking your cock so deep inside.”
“Yes, baby,” he growled against my bouncing breasts. “Take all of my cock.”
I moved on him faster and faster, letting him slide out almost all the way before I took him into me again. Each stroke of his cock in and out hit my G-spot perfectly sending shocks of electricity through me.
His hands rested on my back, holding me, pulling me closer and his breath came in hot puffs against my breast.
I could tell he was getting close and I wanted to make it an unforgettable experience for him. “Max,” I moaned, “you always feel so good inside me and I love riding you. I want to grind you into this chair.”
“Shit, baby,” he hissed. He reached down, his fingers finding my clit, and he stroked it quickly.
I felt his cock twitch inside me and my inner muscles clenched around him as I flew over the edge. He came growling a moment later, bucking his hips up into me as he emptied his seed.
I closed my eyes, resting my head against his shoulder and we clung together gasping for air. His hands stroked over my back and he nuzzled my ear. “That was perfect,” he whispered.
“I liked it too,” I teased.
He chuckled. “Oh, I could tell.”
I kissed him and lifted myself, letting his softening length slide out. I got unsteadily to my feet, grasping Max’s shoulders for balance.
He smiled. “I love that I can do that to you,” he said arrogantly.
Zan had been standing nearby, but now he came forward, wrapping his arm around me. “Are you ready to get fucked now baby?” he teased.
I smiled up at him. “What did I just do with Max?”
He winked. “That was just a warm-up for the real thing.”
Max and I both laughed, and I turned to Zan. He was still fully dressed and I reached for the buttons on his shirt. “Well, no matter what you call it, you need less clothes on to do it.”
He intercepted my hands. “Oh no, baby,” he said. “We are doing this my way, remember?”
“Okay,” I agreed. “What do you want?”
A huge grin lifted his mouth. “You know what I want.”
I smiled and grasped him by the belt, pulling him backwards into his own office. It felt strange with him fully dressed and me naked except for my shoes, but I didn’t let it worry me. I was having too much fun.
“Hmmmm,” I hummed, pretending to think, “let me guess.” I walked behind his desk, pushing his chair out of the way. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the desktop, and spread my legs.”
“Is this what you had in mind?” I asked with a smile.
Zan stood on the other side of the desk and his eyes roamed hungrily over me. He nodded. “Oh yeah,” he growled.
I watched closely as he unfastened two buttons and then pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Then he stripped off his pants and boxers and kicked off his shoes and socks.
His body was strong, beautiful and his thick length jutted out, already hard from watching me with Max.
He smiled seeing me watch him. “Like what you see?” he teased.
“Always,” I said.
He leaned across the desk, kissing me.
“Zan,” I whispered.
“What, baby?” he asked.
I winked. “Come and fuck me.”
As Zan came around the desk, I noticed that Max had come into the room. He was going to watch us, and that always turned me on. I loved that the brothers liked to watch each other with me.
Zan gripped my hips and pressed his body to mine as he whispered into my ear. “You look so fucking sexy with those black heels on, baby,” he rumbled.
His hands slid up my body, stroking over my breasts. “I’ve thought about having you here,” he hissed in my ear, “right up against my desk.”
I shivered with desire, knowing he’d thought about me. “Have you?” I asked huskily.
“Oh yeah,” he said in my ear. With one hand he reached down, leading his cock to my core and in one hard stroke he was inside me. “And now I’m having you, just like I imagined.”
He started moving instantly, griping one of my breasts while his other hand splayed across my stomach, holding me tightly to him.
Setting a quick rhythm he slammed into me again and again as his lips brushed over my shoulder.
As Zan pounded into me, I looked over to where Max was standing, watching us. He slowly stroked his own impressive cock, and I noticed with amazement that he was growing hard again.
Instantly I wanted him. It didn’t matter that Zan was inside me, doing incredible things, I couldn’t seem to get enough of either of them. I wanted both of them all the time.
I held Max’s eyes and a wicked grin lifted the corners of his mouth.
Zan whispered in my ear, bringing my attention back to him. “How’s that, baby?” he growled. “Am I fucking you hard enough?”
“Yes,” I moaned, moving my own hips with him. “Yes, it’s so good.”
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, never breaking his rhythm. His teeth grazed my neck, “Do you want me to pinch your nipples?”
“Yes,” I panted, pushing back to meet his strokes.
His thumb brushed over my hard nipple several times before he took it between his fingers pinching and pulling at it.
I gasped as the shocks of electricity rushed through me.
Zan’s hot breath tickled my ear. “Oh, you like that,” he growled. “And you love getting fucked, don’t you, baby?” He continued without waiting for an answer. “What else do you like?” he demanded. “Tell me.”
“My clit,” I panted.
“What about it?” he asked, slowly moving his hand down my stomach.
“Touch it,” I gasped.
His fingers slid down through the dark curls at the juncture of my thighs to find my clit. With a feather’s touch he brushed over it, barely touching me.
I cried out with the intense pleasure. Reaching back, I grasped his head. “More,” I said, “touch me harder.”
Zan chucked in my ear. “You always want it harder,” he said with satisfaction.
He rubbed my clit in hard, fast circles and I felt my body tighten.
His teeth grazed my neck as he pounded into me harder. “Are you cuming, baby?” he growled.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Oh Zan.”
He continued to rub my clit as he thrust powerfully inside me, practically lifting me off my feet. And when he pinched my nipple again, I came.
Instantly he stopped his movement.
Zan hugged me tightly, continuing to stroke my clit as we breathed heavily together. Shivers of reaction rushed through me and my core pulsed around Zan’s still hard length.
I reached back, cupping his cheek. Because he’d stopped, I assumed he wanted to have me somewhere different than his desk. “What else did you have in mind?” I asked huskily.
He nuzzled my neck. “There are so many possibilities,” he rumbled. “The floor, the desk, the chair, against the wall, even against the window.”
Kissing my shoulder he pulled out, and spun me in his arms. “But,” he said, kissing my lips, “I think I’ll have you on the couch, the old-fashioned way.”
Before I could answer he swung me into his arms and carried me the few steps to the sofa. Setting me down, he nudged my legs apart, settling over me, fitting our bodies together. He kissed me hard, and I wrapped my arms around him as he entered me with a single stroke.
I smiled. “I love having you inside.”
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he growled, “so you can take my big cock all the way inside that sweet pussy.”
I did as he asked, carefully resting my heels against his sculpted ass. The angle of my hips changed and he slid into me to the hilt. We both groaned with the pleasure.
I expected him to take me hard and fast, but he didn’t move inside me at all. He cupped my head and kissed me slowly, deeply, stroking my tongue with his.
As we continued to kiss he started to slowly withdraw, and then just as slowly pushed back inside. His rhythm was steady but he inched in and out, and I was so aroused from the other orgasms that I felt like I would come with his every stroke.
I broke the kiss, gasping for air, and clutched at Zan’s back as I raised my hips into his. He was going too slow and even though we’d just started, I was desperate to come.
“Faster,” I gasped. “I need more.”
He grinned. “You need more what, baby?”
I knew what he wanted me to say. He loved it when I talked dirty.
I held his eyes. “I need more of your cock,” I gasped. “Fuck me faster with your big cock.”
His grin turned into a look of hunger. “Shit, baby,” he growled, “you can have as much of my big cock inside you as you want.”
Instantly he increased his pace and after only a few strokes I felt my inner muscles pulsing. I dug my fingers into his back and moved my hips with him.
“Oh yes,” I panted, tightening my legs around him. “Just like that.”
Leaning down, his mouth closed over my breast. He drew his hot tongue over my nipple and when his metal tongue stud touched it he lingered, flicking over it.
My hand tangled in his hair, holding him in place, and my moans turned to whimpers as I approached the edge. And as I came I cried out, my whole body going rigid around him.
I gasped for air expecting Zan to come, but his strokes slowed and he pushed deep inside me and stopped. I barely had time to wonder what he had in mind.
He groaned, kissing me quickly. “Are you up for both of us, baby?” he asked.
A huge smile crossed my face. “Always,” I said.
“I thought so,” he said with a satisfied grin.
I released my legs from around Zan, and he pulled out, helping me to my feet. Taking my hand, he led me to his desk. He sat on the desktop and Max came up behind me, lifting me and helping straddle Zan.
I knelt on the desk and Zan guided me down onto him. He cupped my head, kissing me as Max got into position behind me.
Max kissed my shoulders as his hands smoothed over my skin, down my back. He caressed the globes of my ass, easing me wider, and I felt the tip of his cock at my opening.
Zan reached down my body, going directly for my clit, stroking it to allow me to take Max inside more easily.
I moaned with pleasure, becoming instantly aroused after so many orgasms, and pushed backward, desperately wanting Max inside.
Slowly he entered me, inching inside and I gasped as desire filled me.
I noticed that Zan was strained trying to hold on to his control. His jaw was clenched, his neck muscles bulged and he was shaking slightly. Max groaned and panted just entering me and his hands clenched my hips. His hot breath puffed against my shoulder and I could feel his cock twitching inside me.
My own hands fluttered against Zan’s shoulders, my breathing erratic as shocks of electricity ripped through me. I couldn’t imagine how good it would be when we started moving together.
None of us would last long, that was for sure. We always wanted each other, and the sex was always fantastic, but the living fantasy of having me in their office was obviously pushing the guys to the edge. And I’d been aroused for days thinking about giving them this surprise.
Max stopped when he was completely inside, his hands moving to grip my breasts. Gasping for breath he stroked over both my hard nubs as his hips moved, barely withdrawing an inch before he pushed back inside. He was so aroused I don’t even think he realized he was doing it.
He kissed my neck near my ear. “Are you okay, baby?” he said gruffly.
I arched into his hands. “Yes,” I moaned, starting to move my own hips. “Aaahhh,” I gasped with the incredible pleasure. “We really need to fuck now.”
“Yes, baby,” Zan groaned, stroking my clit harder. His other hand went to the small of my back and he pressed his lips to mine. “Ride me good and hard, and we’ll take care of you.”
“Oh yeah,” I purred, starting to get into a rhythm on Zan’s cock. I undulated my hips, keeping him deep inside and Max followed my pace, the three of us moving perfectly together.
“Shit that’s good,” Max said shakily as his short fingernails grazed my nipples. “So tight.”
I leaned back into him and the angle changed everything. Inside me, Max’s cock pushed Zan’s forward onto my G-spot and with every move of my hips the stimulation was almost overwhelming. I could feel my juices pouring out of me, coating both of them, and allowing them to slide more easily in and out.
Zan continued to stroke my clit, his fingers moving over it in fast, hard circles, and he pumped his hips up to meet me.
Max nipped at my shoulders as he pistoned into me, faster and faster, urging me to move faster too.
I was becoming frantic with the need to come. My breath came in harsh pants, and my legs were starting to feel numb. I arched back, my body becoming rigid as I approached the edge and I struggled to keep my rhythm.
“Oh,” I gasped as Zan’s cock rubbed my G-spot harder. I was starting to see black spots before my eyes.
Max’s thumbs brushed quickly over my nipples and Zan pinched my clit as his cock hit the sensitive spot inside me again, and I came hard, whimpering as the electric pleasure surged through me.
Zan and Max each pumped into me three more times, in perfect unison, and then came together, buried deep inside me.
Their continued movements sent even more shocks of pleasure into my overstimulated body and I jerked and moaned with the power of it.
I rested my head on Zan’s shoulder and the three of us clung together, gasping for air. I felt so good, so satisfied, I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to move again. I didn’t want to move. This is where I belonged.
I loved being held between my two men, the three of us pressed together while both of them were inside me. I could feel the warmth of their bodies, their hearts racing, their thick cocks filling me, their hands and mouths on my skin. It was perfect.
Zan drew his fingers over my clit again and I shivered. He kissed my neck. “I swear it keeps getting better between us.”
I nodded, unable to speak.
Max kissed my shoulder blade. “I agree,” he said with a sigh. His hands released my breasts and slowly stroked up and down my sides. “One of these days the three of us are going to combust.”
“It’d be worth it,” Zan said with a chuckle.
He stroked my hair. “What do you think, baby?”
I felt so sleepy my eyes were half-closed when they met his, and I simply smiled.
Zan chuckled again and spoke to Max over my shoulder. “We fucked her senseless.”
I smiled wider. “Yes you did,” I said languidly. “And it was wonderful.”
Max kissed my neck as his hands continued to roam over my body. “I am so glad you came to us today, baby,” he said huskily. “We will definitely never forget this day.”
“That’s true,” Zan agreed. “We’ll think about it every day that we’re here. Thanks for the great surprise.”
I leaned forward kissing Zan, and then reached back, turning my head to kiss Max. “I’ll never forget it either.”
Max pulled out of me and helped me down off Zan and off the desk. He put me on my feet and I turned in his arms, kissing him properly.
Zan kissed my head. “Too bad we have to go back to real life now.”
The three of us went into Max’s office and I watched Zan and Max get dressed as I put on my own clothes. It fascinated me. I loved watching them put on underwear, fastening up their slacks, buttoning their shirts, getting ready for life in an office.
With their clothes on they still looked sexy as hell.
“Baby,” Zan growled, taking me in his arms again, “you have to stop looking at us like that or we’ll never let you out of here.”
I kissed him. “Well, Max did say he wanted to keep me chained naked to his desk.”
“Sounds like a great idea to me,” Zan mumbled against my lips.
Max pressed into my back, his hands slid up my sides as he kissed my neck. “You’ll go back to our place and wait for us, won’t you, baby? So we can have you tonight again and again.”
I hadn’t thought that far ahead, but it sounded like a good idea. “Yeah,” I agreed, turning to meet his lips, “but don’t keep me waiting too long.”
“Never, baby,” Zan promised. “We’ll be out of here as soon as we can.”
He kissed me again as Max moved away. “See you in a little while.”
I turned toward the door were Max was waiting with my coat. He helped me into it and then pulled me into his arms for a kiss. “What a great surprise, baby. I can’t wait til tonight, but I wish you didn’t have to leave,” he said huskily.
“Me either,” I said.
Zan came up beside us. “I’ll walk you down, and get you a cab.”
“The cab’s not necessary,” I said, “I took the subway here.”
“Well,” Max said, “you’re taking a cab to our place, and Zan’s going to walk you downstairs.”
“Okay,” I agreed with a smile.
He kissed me again. “See you when we get home.”
Zan opened the door and together we went past the receptionist to the elevator. He kept his hands to himself until we were inside and the doors closed. He grasped my ass and pulled me against him. “You were so fucking sexy today, baby,” he growled. “We’ll never forget it.”
I kissed him quickly. “Me either.”
His eyes sparkled with desire. “If we had time, I’d take you again right here.”
I reached down, rubbing him through his slacks. “Ummm, you’re hard again.”
He pulled me to him for a kiss. “I’m always hard for you, baby.”
The elevator slowed and we separated to a respectable distance. Zan walked with me outside, and hailed a cab. He put me inside and handed the driver some cash, giving him the address to the apartment.
He turned to me with a wink. “We’ll hurry home, baby.”
I smiled. “I hope so.”
My whole body tingled as the cab sped down the street, and in my mind I played over and over the time I had just spent with my two lovers. I was so glad I had surprised them at their office. We’d all loved it.
They were so sexy, so wonderful. I loved being with them, loved their bodies, loved having sex with them. I loved everything about them.
Suddenly it felt like my heart stopped as a realization washed over me.
Oh shit! I was in love with them!
I put a hand to my chest attempting to breathe. I was head over heals in love with two men.
What had I done? I’d ruined everything. It would never work between the three of us if they found out I loved them.
It was like Zan had said, the three of us weren’t going to date or get married. And it’s not like either one of them have ever mentioned love.
Love between three people just wasn’t possible. One of the guys would get jealous, or think I loved one of them more than the other. They would fight and we’d break up, and I couldn’t do that to them. They were brothers, twins, best friends. I couldn’t screw up their relationship.
What was I going to do?
My first impulse was to break off all contact with the brothers. I started to lean forward to tell the cabbie to change direction and go to my house, but I closed my mouth and sat back.
It wouldn’t do any good to try to avoid them. They knew where I lived, my phone number, my school, everything about me. They would find me, and try to get me back.
And as much as I knew being with them would hurt, staying away would be even more painful. As crazy as it sounded I couldn’t cut them out of my life.
Then I realized that this was the reason I’d been so reluctant to move in with them. Part of me must have known I was in love and was trying to protect me from getting hurt.
But it was too late for that. I couldn’t leave them. I’d stay in the relationship with them as long as they wanted me, and I’d just have to pretend I didn’t love them.
I knew it was completely selfish, but I couldn’t help it.
I was addicted to them. I was in love.
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