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  Drew stiffened his tongue and increased the pace of his thrusts, his thumb madly circling her clit. Linc continued to knead her breasts and squeeze her nipples. Their movements had a practiced cadence to them, designed to draw the maximum response from her. Which was exactly what was happening.

  Drew bit down lightly on her clit and pushed a third finger inside her just as Linc gave her nipples another squeeze, and Carrie exploded. Her pussy clenched around Drew’s fingers as he continued to pump them in and out of her, her juices spilling into his hand like a vessel. Her hips rocked, her legs trembled and tremors shook her body. If she hadn’t been holding tight to Drew’s shoulders she would have crumpled to the floor as the climax ripped through her.

  Linc nibbled on her ear and massaged her breasts while Drew continued to work the hot tunnel of her cunt as the tremors turned into aftershocks and finally subsided completely.

  She leaned against Linc, her legs barely able to hold her.

  “Let’s carry her to the couch,” Linc said. “We want to take very good care of her.”

  “Agreed.” Drew rose, brushed Linc’s hands away and swung Carrie up into his arms.

  He sat down on the very long leather couch, stretching her out with her head in his lap.

  Linc sat at the other end of the couch, her feet in his lap. Carrie noticed through half-closed eyes that he’d removed his shirt before he sat down and eased open the button on his slacks.

  “Have a sip of wine,” darlin’.” Drew picked up her goblet from the coffee table, raised her head and held the glass to her lips.

  Carrie sipped at the fruity liquid, letting it slide down her throat. Its sweet bite infused energy into her liquid limbs while still keeping her mellow. She leant back and let her head rest on Drew’s thighs, acutely aware of his thick cock pressing against her neck. She wet her lips with her tongue.

  “Listen, Drew,” she began, thinking she really ought to give him some kind of explanation for her total acquiescence to this situation. “I want you to know—”

  “Ssh.” He touched a finger to her lips. “No words necessary. Would you believe me if I said I was nervous about asking you up here? Worried you might turn me down? Or worse yet, have this iron clad rule about doing anything but work with your boss?”

  Her eyes opened wide. “I…That is…You mean…”

  He chuckled, the slight movement of his body bouncing his erection against her. “Yes.

  To whatever you were going to ask.” He fondled one of her breasts. “I’ve been looking for a way to get you up here forever. Linc showing up gave me a good excuse.”

  “And certainly spiced up my visit.” Linc’s voice was edged with amusement. “I’ll have to drop by more often than once every two years.”

  Carrie was aware that Drew chose not to answer him, and the silence stretched out for a moment. Then Linc lifted one of her legs and rested it on the back of the couch.

  “You got to see all the best parts,” he told Drew. “My turn, I think.”

  He nudged her other leg until her foot rested on the floor, exposing her cunt to him. His eyes took on a heated look as he drew the tip of one finger lightly along the length of her wet slit.

  “You have such a pretty little pussy,” he crooned. “All pink and flushed, framed with the soft gold hair.” He pinched her clit lightly. “And this little button here is just begging to feel my mouth on it.” He bent his rangy body low and ran the tip of his tongue over the nub.

  Carrie jumped, ribbons of heat streaking through her. She was already sensitive from her orgasm, and every touch lit the fire within her again. He lifted his head, wiggled a fingertip over her flesh and curved his lips in a heated smile at her reaction.

  “So,” Drew said. “I think we should get comfortable, too, don’t you, Carrie?”

  “Oh! Oh, yes. Please.” She was dying to see Drew completely naked. She was sure his body was mouth-watering. So many times she’d sat in meetings with him and tried to imagine him without his clothing. She wondered now if he’d ever caught her staring at him and just not said anything.

  He eased himself out from beneath her head, plumping a pillow in his place and stood beside the couch where she could see him. Linc had risen to stand next to him. Carrie watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Drew stripped off his shirt, then he and Linc both pushed down their slacks and boxers, kicking them away along with their shoes. She sucked in a breath.

  Both men had long, lean bodies with well-defined muscles and broad shoulders. Lean hips tapered to muscular thighs. Linc’s chest sported a fine matte of dark blond hair while Linc had a heavy pelt of black hair that arrowed down his stomach. And they both sported erections that any woman in the world would kill for. She would kill for them. In some of her darker fantasies she’d imagined herself impaled front and back by two very sexy men.

  Would her dream come true tonight? She shivered at the thought.

  Drew frowned. “Cold? Would you like me to turn up the heat?”

  “No.” She shook her head. “I’m fine. Really.” She smiled and sat up to lift her wine glass from the table. “I toast your magnificence.”

  Wow! Was that really her? How bold.

  Both men smiled at her.

  “Tonight you’ll get a chance to tell us which one hits the ten on the magnificence metre,” Linc told her, sitting down on the couch again. He lifted one of her legs to the back of the couch again and resumed his study of her cunt. “Very nice,” he murmured, tracing the line of her labia.

  Drew was beneath her head again, placing her glass back on the table. He arranged his body so her head rested on one thigh, his cock lying against her cheek poking at the corner of her mouth.

  “You know, darlin’,” he told her, “If you turn your head just a little you could wrap those soft lips around me.”

  Carrie obligingly moved her head and smiled. “You mean like this?”

  Drew watched Carrie wriggle her arm up between their bodies and circle her fingers around the thick width of his cock. He sucked in a breath at her touch, her fingers soft yet burning into his skin like a branding iron.

  He could hardly believe his luck. Almost since the day he’d hired her he’d been trying to find a way to get Carolina Derosa right where he had her now. Oh, not sharing with his friend, Linc. No, that hadn’t exactly been in his plans. Sure, he and Linc had been sharing women since college, but his intention had been to keep the luscious Miss Derosa for himself.

  Still, he’d just been thinking about her—lusting after her—when they’d run into her outside his office. Could there have been a more fortunate omen? He’d been looking for a hook, tonight the opportunity presented one and he jumped on it. Quite literally. Maybe it would break the ice—and the rules—and he could take it from there. The challenge would be not to let either Carrie or Linc get a sense of the possessive streak clutching at his insides.

  Especially when she wrapped that wonderful, sensuous mouth around his shaft. Holy shit! His eyes nearly popped out when she shifted her lips to take him inside and stroked the head with her little tongue. His cock flexed and his fingers forked into her hair, holding her firmly in place. Holy hell. What an incredible feeling. His balls tightened, and heat grabbed the muscles of his back.

  He shifted his eyes from Carrie’s mouth to watch Linc stroking her pussy, spreading the lips wide as if opening a package. And a very special package it was, Drew thought. When he’d thrust his tongue inside her before he’d been sure he’d pass out just from the exquisiteness of her flavour. The temptation had clawed at him to just lie down on the floor, pull her over him with her little pussy positioned over his face and spend the night licking and eating her.

  But then, of course, he’d miss all the rest. Like this.

  Linc was stroking her cunt with a slow, steady slide of his fingers now, and Carrie was moaning as her body responded. And those little moans were vibrating against his cock and shooting straight into his balls. He could feel his cum pulling up from his bal
ls into his spike-hard cock. He wanted this to last, but he knew he could only control it so far. At least, he comforted himself with the thought that the night was young, and once the bottle was uncorked, he had a lot of staying power.

  Carrie was squirming now, trying to close her legs. Linc held them mercilessly open with one hand while he teased and seduced her pussy with the other. Drew could smell her musk, such a sweet scent, and wondered if she would come again so soon.

  Through heavy-lidded eyes, he watched as Linc slid three fingers into her sweet pussy, and Carrie pulled the rest of Drew’s cock into her mouth, closing her teeth over it gently. He was afraid the top of his head might come off. Lightning bolts shot into his balls and up his back, spreading out to every area of his body.

  Hold on, hold on, hold on. Don’t come yet.

  Again, he tried to focus on how long he’d waited for the opportunity to have Carrie just this way. And again, he reminded himself he wanted to make every moment, every sensation linger as long as possible. But his body was running away from him, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

  As Linc worked his fingers out of Carrie’s gorgeous, little cunt, she squirmed and rode his hand. The faster he stroked her, the harder she sucked on Drew’s shaft. Reaching down, her cupped one plump breast in his hand, catching the nipple between two fingers.

  “Shit, Linc.” The curse popped out between gritted teeth. “Make her come now.”

  Linc looked over at him, a knowing look in his heated gaze. “With pleasure.

  He placed one hand on the inside of Carrie’s thigh, holding her leg high against the back of the couch and leaning down, closed his mouth over her clit. That was the match that ignited her flame. She convulsed, hips rocking hard, hand pumping Drew’s cock and her warm mouth sucking hard.

  His balls drew up, tighter and tighter.

  And he exploded, his hand clutching convulsively on her breast, hips jerking as he shot spurt after spurt into her wonderful mouth. He tried to keep his eyes open to watch Carrie but the rush of pleasure consuming him was too strong. His eyes slammed shut as he gave himself over to the heat of her mouth and the spasms rocketing through him.

  “Will it be my turn soon?”

  Linc’s amused voice broke into his fog and he opened his eyes to look at his friend. Linc still had his fingers inside Carrie, riding her through the last little aftershocks, but his cheeks were ruddy with the stain of passion, and he sported a boner that would have hammered nails.

  “Don’t you think we need to give her a little rest?” Drew tried to get his breathing under control.

  “Oh, I think we could do both. But maybe we should offer the lady a little more wine first. To refresh her.”

  Linc slid his hand from Carrie’s body and very deliberately licked each one, aware of Drew’s gaze impaling him. If he didn’t have the mother of all hard-ons he would be a gentleman and make some excuse to leave. Although his friend was doing his best to conceal it, it was very obvious that what Drew really wanted was to get Carrie all to himself.

  Had that been the plan all along? Had he lusted after this luscious morsel all this time but just not been able to find a way to accomplish this? Couldn’t be reluctance to approach her. Drew was never reluctant about anything. Certainly not where women were concerned.

  As long as the two men had been friends, Drew had attracted women with unequalled ease.

  And more often than not, he and Linc shared these women, perfecting the mechanics of a ménage over the years. And the women had loved it. They’d made it very special for all their women, treating them like spun gold and giving them a pleasurable experience that lived in their memories long after the relationship had dissipated.

  And there had never been the least spark of conflict between them. Share and share alike, had been their long-time motto. But Linc was getting the distinct feeling that there was a lot more going on here than just intense sexual attraction and desire for a new toy. It had to be the business thing that had kept it from happening. Drew had strict rules about any sexual interaction with staff. Surely it didn’t go any deeper than that. Drew had repeated many times that he was light years away from seeking anything permanent. There were still too many professional goals to reach. He had always his eye on a new prize.

  No, it had to be work that had kept them apart. And when he, Linc, showed up, it provided the perfect opportunity. Drew could stuff it into a different compartment, wake up tomorrow and go on as if nothing had happened. In his mind, since it wasn’t one on one, and Carrie Derosa had been a willing participant, he was sure they could write it off as an evening of sexual frolic, and nothing would be changed. Maybe.

  He lowered Carrie’s leg from the back of the couch, petted the curls on her pussy and eased himself up.

  “Let me get the wine,” he said, and grinned at Drew. “You need to conserve your energy.” He fetched the bottle from the cooler where it was icing and carried it back to the couch. With a smile, he held it out for Carrie to see. “I think Drew has built his sex life around this wine,” he joked.

  The label read Ménage à Trois, a delicate California white bottled by Folie à Deux Winery in California’s Napa Valley. The two men had discovered it ages ago in a wine shop and had a good chuckle about it. Then Drew had bought several bottles.

  “Seems appropriate for our social activities,” he’d commented. And he continued to buy it.

  Carrie’s eyes widened. “I can’t imagine someone giving that name to a wine.”

  “It’s because they blend three distinct grapes to create the flavour,” Drew told her. “But I think it suits the evening well, don’t you?”

  Linc was surprised to see Carrie actually blush, a soft pink that suffused her breasts, her neck and her cheeks.

  “I don’t remember the last time I saw a woman blush,” he joked.

  Her smile was tremulous and even a little shy, a totally unexpected expression. “Maybe you’ve been hanging out with the wrong women.”

  “I think we have the right one tonight,” Drew interjected.

  Linc refilled Carrie’s wine glass, then did the same for his and Drew’s. They sipped quietly, Carrie flushed and relaxed, Linc eying his friend with speculation.

  “So like I said,” he went on, setting his glass carefully down on the table, “I think it’s my turn.”

  Kneeling between Carrie’s thighs and deliberately ignoring Drew, he leant down and pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips were as soft as he’d expected, and the taste of Drew’s cum that still lingered there increased the lust swirling inside him. He licked the flavour from her mouth before thrusting his tongue inside, holding her head in place, his knuckles brushing Drew’s now semi-hard penis.

  Drew’s thigh tightened against the back of his hand but otherwise he sat there watching through his half-closed eyes. His posture was relaxed, but Linc could sense the fine tension humming through him. This should be interesting tonight, if what he suspected was true.

  When he pressed the tip of his tongue against the seam of Carrie’s lips she opened for him and he plunged his tongue into the hot cavern. God, she tasted so good. All of her liquids from every part of her body were like an addictive drug. If Drew actually did plan to lay claim to her, Linc might really be pissed off.

  He held her head firmly, slanting his mouth one way then another, licking every inner surface. When her small tongue began to dance with his he felt his cock harden even more and beg for attention. And while he could have gone on kissing Carrie forever, he wanted to fuck her, too.

  Finger fucking her pussy had been an erotic experience; all that hot, wet, slick flesh. The way her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers. And before the night was over he’d have his cock in there, too. But right now he had other ideas.

  Breaking the kiss, he moved his head until his lips clamped over one of Carrie’s ripe, pebbled nipples. He pulled it into his mouth, scraping it gently with his teeth and suckling it until he felt it swell to satisfactory plumpnes
s. Carrie moaned softly, arching herself up to him, eyelids closed, long lashes sweeping against her cheek.

  When he was satisfied he’d roused one nipple sufficiently he turned his attention to the other one. He spared a glance for Drew and saw his friend rubbing Carrie’s shoulders with a gentle caress, then palming the breast he’d so recently worked on.

  Finally he slowly lapped a trail between her breasts and moved up on her body to straddle her.

  “I wanted to do this the minute I saw your naked tits,” he told her.

  Pressing the mounds together he thrust his cock between them and began a slow, smooth glide back and forth, revelling in the friction caused by skin against skin. He spared a glance for Drew, who was watching intently, his face a careful mask, but the pleasure suffusing his shaft and racing into his balls pulled him back to what he was doing.

  Her eyes were glued to his movements, fascinated.

  “Ever have anyone do this, Carrie?”

  “N-No.” She swiped at her lips with that delicate tongue of hers. “No, I haven’t.”

  “Some men,” he panted, pressing her mounds harder against his erection, “don’t realise just how erotic a woman’s breasts can be. I love to mould them with my hand.” He moved back and forth. “Suck them and feel the nipples swell in my mouth.” Back and forth. “Pull on those nice nipples and feel them harden in my fingers.” Back and forth. “But not many know that fucking a woman’s breasts can be one of the most sensual things a man can do.”

  “You have incredible breasts, Carrie,” Drew murmured. “Too bad I can’t write it into your contract that when you come into my office for meetings you have to take off your clothes from the waist up.”

  Carrie squirmed beneath Linc, a sure sign that his movements and Drew’s words were arousing her again. Holy shit. She’d just had two really excellent orgasms. He knew because her cunt had contracted so tightly around his fingers he wondered if she might pinch them off. And now, she was on the lower slope of the roller coaster again. He could hardly wait until he got his cock inside her to feel that tight wet flesh grip him like an iron fist and milk him until every drop had been wrung for him.