Monroe, Marla - Desire for Two (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (5 page)

“Something sure smells wonderful,” she said as they walked into the entrance hall.

“Is that Desire I hear?” Elliot’s voice called out from the back of the apartment.

“Come on. He’s dying to see you again.” Clay pulled her along behind him into the kitchen area.

“There you are.” Elliot leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips before hugging her.

“I’ll pour the wine,” Clay offered and grabbed three glasses from a hanging rack.

“Clay said you were cooking chicken parmesan. It’s my favorite Italian dish,” she said.

“Wonderful. I hope you like it. We both enjoy cooking. We’ve been known to have friendly competitions between each other.” He grinned as Clay handed out the glasses of wine.

“Dinner is ready, so let’s sit and eat before it gets cold.” Elliot began bringing out the meal and setting it on the dining room table, which was large enough to seat twelve with the leaf. Tonight, it was set intimately for three.

“Clay said you had a project you wanted to talk about. How can I help?” she asked as they filled her plate for her.

“Let’s enjoy the wine and the food and talk about work afterwards,” Elliot suggested.

Until Desire took a bite of the chicken, Clay was sure she was going to protest, but one bite and she was all for waiting while they ate. He loved to watch a woman eat. He hated the ones who picked at their food or only ate rice or salads. Desire hummed over her food and smiled with each bite. If he hadn’t already been hard for her, watching her enjoy her food would have done it.

Once they were finished and the table cleared away, Clay poured more wine while Elliot pulled out a small map of Sims, Virginia. He spread it out on the table and grabbed a couple of markers. Desire watched with a puzzled expression on her attentive face.

“This is our hometown. We grew up there and miss it. We want to build our new home there.” Elliot took a marker and circled a plot on the outside of town.

“So you’re moving away?” Desire asked quietly.

“No, not at all. We’ll use the house at first as a retreat, so to speak, for long weekends, holidays, and vacations. Then we’ll slowly move our business there. We can travel to and from the city for meetings and use the company’s Internet Meet Link for any other business we have. We want to build a house fit for a family.” Elliot watched Desire’s face as Clay watched it.

“So.” She hesitated. “Um, you’re planning on getting married soon?”

“Well, not immediately.” Clay smiled at her. She didn’t have a clue.

“Okay. So what did you need me to do for you? Set up the Net Meeting software?” she asked.

“We want you to help us design and decorate our house.” Elliot beamed at her.

Clay watched the emotions flit across her face. Interest, horror, concern, and excitement all warred for dominance in her expression.

“I’m flattered that you think I could help you, but I’m not an interior decorator. I wouldn’t know how to begin.”

“We don’t want it decorated like a show place. Not fancy like it is here. We want a home, Desire. One that you would feel comfortable to be in day in and day out. Something that calls to you when you’re not there. Do you understand?” Clay tried to explain.

“I think I do. Still, I would think you would want your future wives to decorate it,” she said.

“Wife, Desire. We will share a wife between us. It’s how we were raised and what we want.” Elliot placed a hand on hers.

“I don’t understand why you would want to share a wife. I would think that would be hard on the woman. I mean, two men to take care of all the time.”

“It’s not like that for us,” Elliot said.

“She would not be taking care of us. We would be taking care of her. She would never want for anything. Someone would always be available should she need us.”

“It sounds good on paper, but I just can’t imagine it working in real life.”

“Well, you will get a chance to see it in person when you go to Sims with us this weekend,” Elliot pointed out.

“Go with you to Sims? I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“You agreed you could go on business meetings with us when we needed you,” Elliot pointed out.

Clay watched her face. She was trying to figure out a way out of the situation. He could see it in her eyes.

“What sort of business will we be conducting?” she finally asked.

“Securing the deed for the house and the surrounding land, and talking with the contractor. I need you to help with all of that, plus, you need to pick out the basic plans for the house for us,” Elliot told her.

“I can’t pick out house plans for your house! You need to do that for yourselves,” she protested.

“We’ll help you. But we need a woman’s perspective on what works in a house. Like does the laundry room go behind the kitchen or the master suite or in the basement?” Clay added.

She looked overwhelmed and a little sick. Clay figured they needed to change the topic for a while. He nodded at Elliot.

“So, tell us a little bit about yourself outside of work. I know you used to live in Memphis, Tennessee, but that’s about it.” Clay led her over to the couch where they sat her between them. He took her wine from her shaking hand and set it on the coffee table in front of her.

“There really isn’t much to tell. I love to read and will read just about anything I can get my hands on. I enjoy kickboxing and practice three times a week. I go out with friends on weekends when I’m not working, and that’s about it with me.”

“Tell us about your life in Memphis,” Clay said. He pulled her legs up into his lap.

Desire frowned and started to move them back, but he took off her shoes and began to massage her feet through her stockings.

“Um, there really isn’t anything to say about Memphis. I was born and raised there. Started working at Morgan and Richards as soon as I got out of college and then moved here.”

Elliot pulled her into his arms and leaned in for a kiss. Clay watched as his lips took possession of hers. She was hesitant at first and actually turned her head, but Elliot was patient and worked his magic on her. Clay smiled.

As Elliot kissed her, Clay reached up beneath her skirt and unsnapped her garters so he could roll her stockings down her legs. He wanted to touch her silky skin. As soon as she realized what he had done, she tried to sit up, only Elliot had her tight against his chest, nibbling at her neck.

“What are you doing to me?” she demanded.

“Seducing you,” Clay told her.

He once again began to massage her feet, moving swiftly up her legs as she gasped for breath. She had stopped fighting the feeling and relaxed into Elliot’s arms as he kissed, nipped, and sucked on her jaw. His hands came around to unbutton her blouse, slowly, one button at a time. They were giving her plenty of time to say no and mean it. When she didn’t protest this, Clay slid his hands up her legs to her panties and slipped them slowly down her thighs, to her knees, and off her feet. He could smell her warm heat now. It was driving him crazy. He wanted a taste, but needed to let Elliot tease her out of her blouse and bra first.

“You’re going to ruin me,” she cried.

“No, we are going to worship you,” they said together.

Chapter Seven

Desire shivered as Elliot pulled her blouse from her body. She couldn’t believe she was allowing them to do this to her. Where had her good sense disappeared to? They were using her, and she knew it. Once they were tired of her, she would be out the door. Was it too late to put a stop to it? Would she still lose her job?

“Relax, Desire. We’re going to make you feel real good. There’s nothing to be worried about,” Clay said.

She looked down as Elliot’s fingers unsnapped her front closure bra. He peeled back each cup as if unwrapping a toy. He hummed his appreciation and flicked one of her nipples. She couldn’t stop the shiver that traveled down her spine or the quick flash of heat in her womb.

“The skirt has to come off,” Clay said with a growl.

“Let’s get her to the bedroom. We can finish undressing her in there.” Elliot stood up then bent over and picked her up from Clay’s lap.

“Wait, what…” she yelped when Elliot picked her up.

“It’s okay, Desire. We’re going to take care of you.” Clay walked ahead and opened the door to another room that turned out to be a very large bedroom with an equally large bed.

He hurried over and pulled the covers to the foot of the bed, and Elliot gently settled her on the bed. She marveled for a few seconds at how good the bed felt. Then the reality hit her that she was in a bed with two very good-looking men who happened to be her bosses. She needed to put a stop to this now, while she had her wits about her.

“Um, guys. I really need to go home now. I appreciate the dinner. It was lovely, but, oh, God!” Her eyes flew wide as Elliot latched onto her breast and sucked hard on it.

Clay walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled up to take the other one in his mouth. The twin actions stole whatever more she was going to say right out of her mind and replaced it with moans and groans as someone’s fingers found her pussy lips and teased them.

“Please.” Why was she begging?

“Please what, Desire? What do you want me to do to you?” Elliot asked as he pulled and pinched her nipple between his fingers.

“I don’t know. I can’t think with you doing that,” she panted.

“Clay, you haven’t really tasted our sweet Desire’s pussy. Why don’t you give her a try?” Elliot took over her other nipple when Clay deserted it for her cunt.

She followed Clay’s progress as he scooted down the bed and climbed between her legs. He used his broad shoulders to nudge them wide and took a long lick of her pussy lips while watching her watch him. He closed his eyes, an expression of ecstasy crossing his face.

“Delicious,” he pronounced.

Elliot began alternately pinching and tugging her nipples as he leaned down to claim her mouth for a kiss. His teeth nibbled at her lower lip, and when she opened her mouth, his tongue slid in alongside hers. It was all too much for her. She whimpered into Elliot’s mouth as a maelstrom of feelings flowed through her body. The maelstrom attacked her weeping pussy, and she knew she was going to come if they did much more. They played her with such mastery that it wouldn’t even take that long to bring her to completion.

Clay delved deep into her pussy with his tongue and fucked her before pulling out and licking down her slit. He teased her then lapped back up until he came to her aching clit. She knew all it would take was one touch and she would come, but evidently he knew it, too, because he licked around and around it without touching it.

She whimpered into Elliot’s mouth.

Elliot pulled back and smiled. “Clay must be teasing you. He loves to tease. Don’t worry, pet. He’ll let you come soon.”

“It’s too much, Elliot. I can’t stand it.”

“Yes, you can. Just feel, Desire. Let it all flow over and through you as we make you come as you’ve never come before.”

Clay’s tongue continued to lick her pussy of its juices. He slowly pushed two fingers inside of her and curled them until he found her hot spot. He hummed his approval when she suddenly squeezed his shoulders with her thighs. He stroked that spot and fucked her with his fingers until she was following him with her hips.

As if by some mutual agreement they converged on her at the same time. Elliot pinched and pulled on her nipples while Clay rubbed her G-spot and latched onto her clit with his teeth. He sucked on it until she screamed, bucking for all she was worth. By the time she had calmed down, Clay was sucking her cum as fast as he could while Elliot petted and soothed her, whispering sweet words in her ear.