“You already have.”
“It only gets better, sweetheart.” York kissed her, his lips soft but firm as he gradually increased the pressure until his tongue entered her mouth, at exactly the same time as his cock penetrated her cunt. Nevis gasped at the erotic timing and then at his skill as he continued tongue-fucking her while wiggling deeper into her cunt until his balls rested against her skin.
Behind her, Bronx’s cock had pushed past the ring of tight muscles and he was inching his way deeper inside her ass.
York tilted her chin up, staring into her gaze as his tongue played with hers, forcing her to concentrate on his tongue, his touch, his thick cock filling her so perfectly. But she was still always aware of Bronx sinking deeper and deeper inside her as well, forcing her delicate tissues wider apart until she was so full she thought she might split from the stress, but her body continued to adjust and stretch to fit them both in. Her pussy and her ass gripped both cocks tightly and suddenly it wasn’t enough. She needed friction. She needed to come. “Move, dammit,” she begged.
First the men rearranged everyone’s legs, lifting her upper one into the air, then laying it back down on the top of the pile. The three of them were so tangled together Nevis had no idea where one of them began and she ended. But it felt good. Like they belonged together. Like they were truly united as partners. She refused to say mates, even though she knew that’s what the wolves called it. She wasn’t going to rush into mating them. Right now was all about experiencing how they worked together as a team. A team with a job, and that job was to make this new branch office a success, to cooperate and work together for the good of the company. Right after they fucked her.
Finally, Bronx grabbed her hips and York her shoulders and the two men withdrew from her, pulling out until her body felt strangely empty after being so very overfull. But that was only for a moment, until they started to push back inside her again. Out, then in, gradually moving faster, harder, pushing deeper, until she was ready to scream from the suspense and tension they were building inside her body.
She dug her fingernails into York’s chest, willing him to do something, anything, to push her into release. But the men’s speed maintained the same intense pace. She reached backward to Bronx, grabbing his side with one hand and York’s shoulder with the other. Desperately she clenched her inner muscles with all her strength trying to hold the cocks inside her at their deepest penetration.
“Shit, Nevis. You’re killing me here.” York’s voice was more groan than speech.
“I want to come,” she whispered.
“Patience, little one. All in good time. The longer you wait the harder you’ll come,” said Bronx, slowing down just when she wanted him to go faster.
Gradually the men built up the pace and penetration again, until they were slamming into her in a most satisfactory way, and her orgasm, coiled deep inside her belly, was so close she could almost taste it.
“Now!” ordered Bronx, and his word was enough. Without even understanding how or why it happened, Nevis shattered into a million pieces. The climax raced through her body leaving her a shaking, rippling, satiated puddle on the bed. She buried her face in York’s chest determinedly closing her lips together so she didn’t cry out, then opening her mouth again to gasp against his skin as the aftershocks rolled through her.
“Wow. Just—wow.”
“I’m glad we pleased you, sweetheart. And as we come to know you better, the pleasure will only grow,” promised York.
They hustled her back into the shower, then Bronx put gel in her ass to soothe her, but by then she was far too limp to know whether she needed it or not.
She was peripherally aware of York getting dressed and returning damp towels to the other rooms, But her overriding thought was that she’d never imagined how possessed and cared for she would feel with two men in her bed.
In the early hours of the morning, she woke as she was carried across the hallway into Bronx’s room and tucked up in his bed. She wanted to ask what was happening, but with a man’s big body on either side of her, and heavy arms draped across her waist and hips, she faded straight back into sleep.
* * * *
Bronx had left Nevis’s jeans and T-shirt on the end of his bed where they’d left her. He and York had returned to her room to sort out their luggage and had collected them then. It was still very early and they didn’t see anyone else around. York went to mess up his bed and bathroom, and they’d placed the used towels in the various rooms.
But if they had to do this shit every day it was going to get very old, very fast. Today the cleaning crew was coming and tomorrow they’d be off with Chandler to pick up the truck. If he got everything organized in time, that was. He had a shitload of stuff to see to.