“Alright, we need to take a break,” I sigh, pushing back my laptop and the pile of newspapers. “We’ve been at this for two hours and we barely made any progress.”
“A break sounds fucking perfect,” Sloane agrees, propping his feet up on the table and lacing his fingers behind his head.
“We’ll think of something, Natalie. Don’t worry,” Drake says, getting up from his seat and walking behind me. He places both his hands on my shoulders and starts massaging them, and I close my eyes and throw my head back, feeling all the tension wash away from my body.
“That feels good,” I sigh, smiling as Drake massages me.
“Now that’s my kind of break,” I hear Sloane says, and he gets up and joins Drake, their hands releasing the knots of tension on my muscles. Handsome, huge cocks, and they know how to massage a woman's shoulders; can this even get better? Although, now that I think of it, it can get better.
“Let’s have some fun, boys. Forget about business for a while,” I tell them, going up to my feet and turning on my heels so that I’m facing them.
“Now that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” Sloane grins, placing both his hands on my hips and pushing me back until my ass is pressed against the edge of the conference table. Picking me up from the floor, he sits me down on the table and presses his lips on mine, kissing me eagerly.
When he pulls back from me, I don’t even have any time to breath; Drake takes his place, his mouth going straight for mine. We kiss in abandonment, our tongues wrestling against one another, and I feel a growing wetness between my thighs.
As Drake and I kiss, Sloane places one hand on my knee and slides it under the hemline of my dress, only stopping when his fingers find the wet fabric of my drenched thong. He flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy, making me gasp, and I look into his eyes, breathing hard.
This is going to be fun.
I raise my hips from the table and, his eyes locked on mine, Sloane grabs my thong and pulls it down my legs. I lift them up in the air and he just takes it off me, holding it in his hand. He raises his hand and, taking my thong to his mouth, he takes a deep breath.
“Fucking delicious,” he whispers, and his words make me even wetter. Oh, I need this… I need this a lot.
I reach for their belts at the same time and unbuckle them with trembling fingers. I then pull down the zipper in their pants and, turning my wrists around, curl my fingers around the massive shapes tenting their boxer briefs.
“Is this for me?” I purr at them, tightening my hand around their cocks and smiling wantonly.
“It’s all yours,” Drake whispers, his voice thick with excitement. His cock throbs against my fingers as he speaks, and the sudden urge to rip the clothes off of their bodies takes over me. I let go of their cocks and, grabbing their shirts, I tug on them as viciously as I can. There’s a ripping sound, and then a pop pop pop as the buttons jump out and scatter all over the floor.
I press my hands against their chests, biting down on my lower lip as I feel their massive cords of muscle. Gritting my teeth, I push Drake’s shirt down his arms, and then I do the same with Sloane; I then lean back on the table, taking two seconds just to gaze at their shirtless bodies. I’m the luckiest woman in the world, and I don’t get tired of saying it.
Sloane and Drake exchange a knowing glance then, and they turn to me. Moving fast, they reach for the straps of my dress and start yanking on it. They pull the dress down to my waist, and then I lift my ass up and they pull it down my legs. Their eyes roam over my half naked body; I’m only wearing a matching bra and thong, and I notice their cocks hardening even more.
“Come and get me, boys,” I purr, leaning further back and placing my feet on the table. In a rush, they both move at the same time, trying to fit their bodies between my legs, and bump into one another. They look into each other’s eyes, trade an awkward glance, and then there’s silence. And they don’t look away from each other.
I sit up on the table, narrowing my eyes as I take in the scene. The air around us seems fraught with tension, and I realize that there’s something going on in here. These two want more than my body… They want each other as well.
“Oh,” I say to myself, that realization sinking in. Why didn’t I see this before? It was right in front of me all this time. Their tense relationship before I stepped between the two of them, the amazing sex the three of us have when we’re together, and of course, their willingness to share me.
They want each other.
Except they can’t admit that to themselves. Well, that’s going to change, and it’s going to change right now.