Threesome Interlude (2 page)

Though he continued speaking, words lost all meaning. She could only see his

enormous, jutting cock—mushroom head, purple-veined and ten ways of delicious. She

hooked a hand around his thigh and pulled him forward.

She stroked up and down his entire length, feeling the silken hardness beneath her

flesh.

“You’re good,” he breathed.

She placed a delicate lick on the underside of his balls as she glanced up at him

through half-lidded eyes. “I aim to please,” she purred. Looking up past his cock and

further up the long line of his body that was obscured by his office attire, she shivered at the erotic charge that went through her as their eyes met. Stark lust and intense need

darkened those impossibly blue eyes, and when he threaded his hand through her hair,

the tenderness with which he stroked her caused her pussy to pulse strong and deep.

No other man had affected her quite like Mark, not even Ash, who was now kissing

his way down her body. And she didn’t know why. His cock was delicious, huge enough

to give her the explosive orgasms she craved, but some of her past lovers had similar

equipment. He hadn’t even wanted to join them at first—ah, perhaps that was what

piqued her interest. None of the men she’d propositioned ever turned her down; she did

the rejection, never them.

But no matter. He was here now, his cock in her hands and he was going to fuck her.

Ash said something, but she didn’t hear, concentrating as she was on the fine

specimen of cock in her hands. She nibbled her way up the rigid length, placing closed-lip kisses that probably drove him mad, judging by the way his fingers clenched on her hair,

pulling at her scalp. Good. Then his hand was gone as he seemed to be removing his coat

and shirt. For what? Oh my, for her to look. At him. At the hard, muscular body that her

hand itched to stroke and glide over.

She swiped her tongue down his cock in one long lick, then made her way up by

kissing him open-mouthed this time, her tongue teasing the veins and lapping at his

heated, throbbing flesh. She had the sensation of falling—ah, no, Ash was only laying her

down on the bed made by Mark’s clothes. Mark followed the downward motion of her

head so she didn’t break contact with his cock until he knelt on the floor.

Ash removed the rest of her clothes and then settled himself down between her

thighs to play with her pussy. Tilting her hips up so that her pussy was bared to his gaze, he spent a moment admiring the view before bending down. His tongue made a confident,

exploratory foray into her folds, exciting her so much that her cream flowed, which he

lapped up with eagerness. He licked and kissed every inch, even her puffy pussy lips,

before he took a stab at her entrance, his tongue fucking her and lapping up her juices.

“So good,” Ash moaned.

“So good,” she repeated, her tongue swirling around Mark’s cockhead and tasting his

pre-cum.

Mark bent down and captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue sweeping

in to take and plunder. When he lifted his head, his eyes glittered and he echoed, “So

good indeed.” He stood holding his cock with one hand and rubbed the cockhead against

her lips. The scent of his musk and arousal wafted to her, and coupled with the erotic

sight, it made her delirious. “Open.”

She obeyed and sucked on his cock. Did she mention it tasted yummy? She alternated

sucking with swirling her tongue over the head, and she heard Mark groaning more than

once, his hand clenching on her hair. But she was being distracted by the happenings in

her lower body, where Ash was lapping at her clit, making her jerk and moan. He added

pressure on the hard bud and tension built in her, rising rapidly. She knew what was

coming and took Mark’s cock away from her mouth. Her heart was also beating so fast in

anticipation she was having trouble breathing.

Ash pursed his mouth over her clit and sucked, lightly at first in slow, suction pulls,

mewling begging cries escaped her mouth.

“More,” she pleaded. “Please…harder…oh God, Ash!”

The pulls on her clit became stronger, and stronger still until the pressure becomes

unbearable. She gave in to the urge and rode his face, her hips twitching and gyrating

with no semblance of rhythm.

Pressure broke, and waves of pleasure washed over her. “Yes, yes!” she screamed, as

another hard suck caused her to ride the crest of a second wave. God, this man was good.

She pushed her pussy into his face as she shuddered, where his tongue now soothe instead

of excite.

Ash raised his head and grinned. “A screamer. I like that.”

Boneless with satiation, she lay on her makeshift bed, her legs spread. That Ash was

still fully clothed struck her as particularly erotic, causing desire to flicker back to life. She wanted him—or both—again. It seemed that only the edge of her lust was slaked. She

needed more to be truly satisfied, but time was running out. Already, the air was stale and stuffy.

She returned his grin. “I’ll scream all you like, but now, I need you both inside me.

Suit up.”

“At the same time?” Mark quirked his brow.

“Objections?” Maybe sandwiching her was too intimate a position for brothers.

“None,” Ash replied, filching a condom out of his wallet and throwing it to his

brother. “Let me get out of the way while I remove my clothes.”

“Mark?” Her eyes followed his movements as he slipped on the condom and knelt

between her spread legs. He was so virile and utterly male he made her heart pound in

anticipation and excitement. She could already imagine how he’d feel inside her,

pounding into her. He’d be so good.

“How could I?” His gaze was on her pussy. He placed a hand on her mound and

thumbed her clit. “You’re so pretty I can’t deny any man a taste of this. What more my

brother? Or me?”

He fit his cock at her entrance, then pushed in as his mouth claimed hers.

God, he tasted so good and he fit even better down there, so huge he was tight and

snug in her. His kiss deepened as he withdrew and thrust in, out and in, over and over.

With each of his thrust, she took in a little bit more of him. He was stretching her more

than she was accustomed, and the slight pain sharpened the pleasure of his possession.

When his entire length sank deep into her, they both released guttural moans of delight.

“You are…fuck, so tight you’re killing me,” he said through gritted teeth. Sweat

dotted his brows as he fought not to move, as though he was savoring the connection of

being skin-to-skin with him buried deep in her. No, sentiment had no place here. He was

likely only giving her time to adjust to his girth, paving the way for a satisfying fuck later on.

Well, enough. She was ready. She was so ready.

She wrapped her legs around him, digging into his buttocks with her heels, urging

him to move. He set up a slow rhythm, withdrawing until only the tip of his cock was in

her pussy then plunging deep. The unhurried pace drove her crazy, but she couldn’t deny

she was being thoroughly fucked. She could feel each ridge on his cock rubbing against

her walls in a way that brought the most delightful friction and set the pressure within to humming once again.

Just when he increased his pace, Ash nudged him out of the way.

“No!” she protested, clinging to Mark, who gave a burst of laughter.

“I’m flattered,” he said, “but I’m only going so far as your ass. We don’t have much

time.”

Reluctantly, she allowed him to withdraw from her and stood up so that he could lie

down on the makeshift bed. Then, with her back to him, she positioned herself, with him

supporting her weight as she sank down onto his cock. God have mercy, she led an active

sex life and she was no stranger to anal sex or threesomes, but nothing prepared her ass for his massive cock.

“Maybe Ash…” she panted, pain streaking through her. Glancing at Ash’s package,

she could see he was as impressive as his brother. Nooooo, she almost wailed. She refused

to be denied her threesome. They were her reward and she meant to have them.

“Relax, sweetheart.” Ash knelt beside his brother and kissed her, his hand going to her

pussy and fondling her. “You can do this.”

Not only his mouth, but Ash’s hand was magic. Lust uncoiled through her like liquid

heat, softening her and making her pliant. Their tongues curled against each other,

stroked and thrust, dueling as need rose between them. Her cream leaked, trailing to her

hole.

“That’s it,” Mark crooned as he bounced her gently on his cock. “You’re doing great,

baby. You’re so beautiful, your ass is so fucking tight and hot. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Yes, oh God, his cock passed her sphincter, and he was a tight wedge in her ass, filling

her up, making her feel full, oh so full. A curl of pleasure seared through her amidst the pain. Though they lacked lubricant, her cream on Mark’s cock was making it easier for

him to slide in.

“Neither can I,” Ash growled against her mouth. “I can’t wait to be inside you,

thrusting into you, fucking you. I love your pussy. Can you taste yourself on me, sweetie?”

Now that he mentioned it, yes. And that, combined with their dirty words, raised her

temperature, relaxing her all the way until Mark was seated fully in her. Like before, they took a moment to internalize the moment, and then Mark shifted her along his cock.

Nerve endings sprang to vivid life.

“Oh my.” Moans of raw pleasure erupted from her throat. “More.”

“Wait, let’s do this properly.” Ash hovered above them, positioning himself between

her thighs. His blue eyes glinted with a wicked, mischievous light. “You do want a

threesome, don’t you?”

“Hurry.” Already, tension coiled like a watchful snake in her belly, ready to strike at

any moment.

Ash pushed his cock inside her pussy, just as Mark withdrew. Slowly, then faster, they

thrust in and out of her in counterpoint. Sensations roared through her. Two hard bodies

sandwiching her, two hard, male cocks pleasuring her, pitching her into a maelstrom of

emotions that roiled through her in an endless loop of tension and bliss, one building on

top of the other, magnifying each other. She didn’t have to do anything but lie there as

they swept her along into the rhythm. It was obvious they’d done this before, and no

matter what they say about how long it had been, it was equally obvious neither had

forgotten the special technique they’d crafted to bring the utmost pleasure to the woman.

She could feel her pussy and ass walls closing in on the rigid lengths, feel the pressure

coiling tight, spiraling. One particular hard thrust from Ash hit her clit and she shattered.

He ground against her again, and she rode the waves of her ecstasy, dipping and then

cresting again, over and over.

“Oh God,” she panted. She jerked again to the pleasure rolling through her. It was too

much and the end didn’t seem to be in sight. “I never thought…I’d say this, but enough.

Enough.”

“All right,” Ash replied, breath laboring and sweat pouring down his face.

The two men stopped moving and waited awhile for her body to recover, then they

started thrusting again, this time seeking their own rapture. A few hard thrusts and they

came, first Ash, then Mark. She absorbed their shudders, content to feel warm, sweaty

flesh surrounding her, the scent of their lovemaking redolent in the air.

Mark turned her head and they kissed, mouths moving against the other in a slow yet

passionate kiss. There seemed to be a question in his caress, but what she didn’t know.

Certainly, she’d never encountered such before.

The lights flickered, then stayed on, and fresh, cool air poured into the car, washing

away the mustiness.

“Hey, maybe we should get dressed.” Ash grinned. “Wouldn’t want them to find us

like this.”

He withdrew and helped her up. Silently, efficiently, they dressed and arranged

themselves in some semblance of order.

The intercom cackled to life. “Sorry for the delay, folks, but the elevator should be

working again in just a second. We’ll send someone for a full maintenance check

tomorrow so this doesn’t happen again. Thanks for your patience and understanding.”

The intercom fell silent. As the elevator continued its downward plunge, Lynn said,

tongue in cheek, “Thank you.” Turning to the men, she continued, “And both of you, of

course. You guys came at just the right time. I had a stressful day at work, and now I’m all relaxed and I’m sure I’ll have a good night’s sleep. All thanks to you.”

“Better than a sleeping pill, right?” Ash winked. “No side effects, too.”

Lynne laughed. “Good point.”

In contrast to their joking mien, Mark was intense and serious, his blue eyes on her.

“Would you like to have dinner with me? Tomorrow?”

All of a sudden, she was afraid. No, not exactly. Sort of like afraid but also excited. Her heart pounded, as though she was standing on the precipice of something she’d never

known before. She wasn’t sure if she read him right, and she didn’t want to seem the fool

in his eyes, after the wonderful sex they’d just had, so she asked lightly, “Another

marathon sex session?”

“No, well, yes, if you want.” His grin flashed. “But I really meant dinner, then maybe

dessert and coffee. We’ll talk, get to know each other. Like, I don’t even know your name.

Then sex, if you want. Just you and me.”