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“Easy, baby. ” He pressed kisses to her shoulder, his tongue stroking her flesh. “Just a minute, baby. Just get used to it. It’s okay. ”
She was gasping, but not just in pain, though the pressure was biting. In pleasure. In an agony of need. She could feel her orgasm building in her very womb.
“Jesse, help me,” she whispered desperately, the fingers of one hand going to her pussy, circling her swollen clit as she undulated against him.
Oh God. That was good. She moved again, one foot slipping to the floor to anchor her as her body arched in reflex, driving his cock deeper inside her as she changed position.
She was sobbing with the pleasure now, her fingers moving frantically to the entrance of her aching pussy only to have Jesse catch them, hold them back as his hips flexed, pulling his cock back mere inches and then driving it forward again.
She writhed on the impalement, fighting to free her hands as harsh cries fell from her lips. She was so hot, so aroused she felt as though she would burst into flames at any minute.
“Jesse, I can’t take this,” she cried out as one of his hands held hers while the other helped lift her hips enough to allow him to begin a series of those easy thrusts into her ass.
She was breaking apart. She could feel her cunt tightening, spasming, begging to be filled. She was within seconds of screaming out that need when the lock to the office door clicked and the door slowly opened.
Lucian Conover stepped into the room, pocketing the key as he moved to the couch. His fingers began working quickly at the buttons of his shirt.
“Terrie?” Jesse whispered her name as his cock throbbed inside her tight ass.
She stared up at Lucian, knowing her cunt caught his gaze, the glistening juices that covered the bare folds as Jesse raided her anus. He undressed quickly, his cock springing free as he dropped his pants, the thickly veined shaft engorged and more than ready to fill her.
“Is this what you want, Terrie?” Lucian asked her as one hand went to his thick erection. “I’ll leave if you want me to. ”
But did she want him to? Her eyes strayed to his cock as her mind filled with the erotic thoughts of him filling her, easing the blistering need that tormented her pussy.
He bent to his knees, spreading her legs further, his head lowering to her swollen clit as Jesse began to thrust slowly in and out of her ass once again. Their half reclining position allowed him to pull his cock free by several inches before powering it home again, rocking her body with the streaking pleasure/pain as Lucian’s suckling mouth locked onto her clit. It didn’t take long before the beginnings of the first explosive orgasm ripped through Terrie’s body. She tightened, crying out, fighting for balance when Jesse lifted his hands, gripped the nipple clamps and released her tormented flesh as the first explosion tore through her.
She had no more than screamed his name when Lucian came to his feet, bending his knees and began to work his cock into the convulsing muscles of her pussy.
“Easy, baby. There, sweetheart. Feel how good it can be. Feel, Terrie, just how fucking good it can be. ” He stilled beneath her as Lucian began to fuck inside her with slow, short strokes, pushing his bulging cock deeper inside the fist-tight confines of her pussy.
Her eyes widened, her gaze darkening as Jesse continued to croon at her ear, his cock throbbing in her ass as Lucian worked his impressive erection deep inside the tightened channel of her cunt.
She was gasping, begging, distantly amazed that the cries and pleas were coming from her own throat.
“Yes. ” Her head fell back on Jesse’s shoulder as his lips pressed to her cheek. “Yes. God. Fuck me. Jesse, make him fuck me hard, before I die. ”
Her hoarse words acted as a catalyst on the two men. She didn’t know whose hands supported her above Jesse’s body; she didn’t care. In perfect synchronization she felt Jesse’s cock slide nearly free of the grip of her ass while Lucian’s thrusted, strong and sure, deep into her gripping pussy. Lucian pulled back, only to have Jesse surge inside the clasping heat of her ass.
The dual penetrations were more than her heightened emotions and overly sensitive body could process at once. As they began to fuck her hard and fast, their groans blending with her feminine cries, she tumbled headlong into an orgasm so explosive, so violent she lost her breath, lost her control and surrendered herself to the cyclonic whiplash of emotion and pleasure/pain that ripped through her body. Lucian and Jesse groaned her name and began spurting their own releases deep inside her spasming channels.
Chapter Fifteen
“There, baby…” It wasn’t over. Hours later Terrie trembled, her body soaked with perspiration as yet another orgasm tore through her.
Jesse’s cock was spurting heavily up into her swollen pussy, as Lucian once again gained his release in the tight recess of her ass. There had been little respite in the hours they had pleasured her. Jesse had held her once, watching, whispering explicit directions to her as they both watched Lucian part the lips of her cunt, his cock stroking slowly inside her, driving her insane as Jesse told her how beautiful it was, whispered to her how beautiful she was in her pleasure.
And the pleasure was never ending.
There was little resistance in her when they finally pulled free of her body and Jesse helped her collapse weakly to the couch. Night had fallen, the offices she knew were empty and she was too replete, too satisfied to even consider moving now.
She felt the soft sheet drape her body as her eyes closed in weariness, only dimly aware of Jesse and Lucian dressing.
* * * * *
Jesse watched her. Weariness dragging at his limbs as he zipped his slacks and watched Lucian re-button his own shirt. The other man was quiet, reflective, as he glanced at Terrie. Her hair flowed over her shoulders, clinging damply to the moist flesh as she drifted into sleep.
“Thomas didn’t deserve her,” Lucian sighed as her breathing deepened.
“I do, Lucian. ” Jesse was very well aware of the fact that there were several of the members of their group who had had their eye on Terrie even before Thomas’s death. “She’s mine. ”
Lucian nodded sharply. He more than the others, Jesse knew, had been interested. Just as he knew that any woman who accepted Conover would likely be biting off more than she could chew.
“She’s a one-man woman,” Lucian sighed, grinning rakishly. “I doubt she would appreciate the plans I had for her. ”
“Wrong woman,” Jesse agreed.
Lucian nodded again. “Take care of her, Jesse. She loves you, you know. ”
Yeah, he knew that, Jesse thought. She had proved that the night before in ways he would have never imagined.
“As I love her, Lucian,” he sighed. He always had. For as long as he had known her.
Lucian nodded abruptly then left the office with a quick, purposeful stride. Jesse shook his head as he collapsed in the chair across from Terrie and watched her sleep.
She was the most beautiful thing in the world to him. For years he had feared he would have to eventually restrain his sexuality to have her. Tamp down the need to see her surrendering to the ultimate pleasure. That of allowing her body to be completely, overwhelmingly submissive to her own desires. To take the greatest gift he had to offer her. The gift of her complete, uninhibited sexuality.
Some women had that hidden core, the darker desires, the search for the ultimate pleasure. Just as Jesse and those like him held the male half of that core. The need to see and to feel the surrender of their women to that hidden sexuality. To watch someone they trusted, someone they knew, tapping into the dark desires and sensuality of their women. It was an ultimate high, a release unlike any other.
Not that it would happen often. But sometimes. Sighing, he moved to the office closet and removed the dress he had brought for her that evening. He laid it across the chair as he moved to her once again.
“Wake up, baby
,” he whispered as he lifted her into his arms and headed for the shower on the other side of his office. “Come on. Time to plan the rest of our lives. ”
She opened her eyes, drowsy, seductive and her lips quirking into a temptress’s smile.
“Rest of our lives, huh?” She looped her arms lazily around his shoulders, staring up at him, loving him. He could feel her love, the warmth that spread over him when he watched her.
“The rest of our lives. ” He put her down in the bathroom, staring down at her. “I love you, Terrie. You have to know that by now. ”
Her smile lit up his soul. “I love you, Jesse. But this sharing thing. ” She rubbed hesitantly at her ear. “Let’s keep this to a minimum,” she suggested softly. “I really prefer you. ”
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, wishing he had the energy to throw her to the floor and fuck her again. Just for the sheer pleasure of it.
“Definitely a minimum,” he promised as he drew back from her, staring down at her, adoring her. “Just when you need it, baby. I promise, just when you need it. ”
Epilogue
“Hi Jaded, how’s tricks?” The words popped up on the computer screen, drawing an amused smile to Tally’s lips.
“Slow, Wicked. Very slow,” she typed back, snorting at the understatement.
The online life she led was the complete opposite of the real life she escaped each evening that she had the chance. The same men, the same parties, the same crap. She had grown bored with the endless round months ago. Why she had grown bored she had yet to figure out.
“Your boss still doing his own files?” It was a running joke in the online chat rooms she inhabited. She had told the story the first day it had occurred. Everyone had seemed awed by her accomplishment. She had personally hoped for at least a good argument out of Jesse Wyman at the time. She hadn’t expected him to actually do his own fucking files.
“Hell if I know,” she finally typed in. “I think he fired me today. ”
Repositioning, firing, it was the same thing. She liked working with Wyman. It wasn’t exactly challenging but it left her plenty of time for shopping.
“Fired?” The words popped back. “He wouldn’t dare fire you. ”
She laughed to herself. There were days Wyman had wanted to kill her, but he had resisted the urge with more self-control than she had given him credit for. Of course, the wedding Terrie was planning was keeping him pretty tired. That or her afternoon visits to his office.
“He says it’s repositioning. He sent me to hell, Wicked. ” She sighed at the thought.
The merger between Conover’s and Delacourte’s had been more than a surprise last month. Even bigger was the surprise that she would now be the personal assistant for Lucian Conover.
“Repositioning?” The short question was so typical of Wicked. She could almost feel his impatience. “In Hell?”
“In Hell,” she sighed. “My new boss is Lucifer. This is not going to be fun. There goes all my playtime. (pout)” She typed in the expression even as she did so huffily. Lucian Conover was not her idea of the perfect boss. “Let’s hope he’s at least hiding a sense of humor under that scowl he wears. I bet he doesn’t even know the difference between a ménage and margarita. Who will I tell all my dirty jokes to?”
* * * * *
Lucian scowled. Son of a bitch. Lucifer, was he? Didn’t know a ménage from a margarita? He bit off a series of volatile curses as he jumped up from the computer and paced the den furiously. Smart-mouthed, viperous little termagant. He could show her a fucking ménage she would still remember into her next life if she kept this shit up. She had no sense of decorum and had shown him zero respect each time he showed up at Jesse’s office.
She stung him with that viperous tongue of hers, smirked every chance she had and showed in a hundred different ways that she expected him to grovel at the perfection of her tiny feet. Son of a bitch. For a taste of that sweet little body he just might do it, too, and that was what really rankled.