didn’t know what I was saying, didn’t know why I wanted it so fucking badly. Didn’t know why I wanted Carl’s cum dripping from my pussy all the way through tomorrow.
And Rick’s, I wanted Rick’s, too.
But it was Carl that was grunting and heaving and slamming into my cervix. It was Carl who was on the edge, fucking me hard and fast while I whimpered and squirmed.
It was Carl who rammed all the way inside and groaned as he came, his eyes closed and his abs tense and tight, his whole body tight as his thick cock spasmed inside me.
“Yes…” Rick said, and his hand was working fast. “My turn next, my turn…”
Carl pulled out slowly, but held me in position, shifting to the side to let Rick take his place.
Rick slammed inside in one thrust, and he fucked fast, his hips a fucking piston, his thumb on my clit, and all I could do was shudder and gasp beneath him as he pumped me.
He was already half gone, his eyes glazed and needy. Carl put a hand around his throat, and Rick liked that. I liked it too. The horn just grew horns. Carl squeezed Rick’s throat. Fuck.
“Gonna come,” Rick’s voice was raspy and strained. “Oh, Jesus…”
His thumb sent me over the edge as he lost control, and I cried out loud as he unloaded inside me. A shuddery climax ripped through my body, made me throw my head back against the leather, gripping at the armrest and thrusting back at him until he was spent.
Until we were spent.
I smiled as I caught my breath. “That was fucking amazing… my fucking God.”
Rick pulled out and gave my clit a final flick, and he was grinning.
“Our pleasure.”
He kissed Carl on the lips, and leaned in to kiss me next, and I pulled him close, wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I squeezed him and breathed him in, and held him until he dropped to my side on the sofa.
And then I was reaching for Carl, too. I wanted to hold them both.
But Carl didn’t want to be held.
A thump against my clit made me moan, tender. He was hard again, and his eyes were fierce again, desperate again.
Oh shit. My poor aching pussy.
“Round fucking two,” he said.
A spring in my step and that fucked last night ache between my legs and I was all ready to hit round one of Katie versus Princess Verity. I’d selected one of my new blouses with care, the lightest teal blue, cute but subtle, professional without being too brash. My hair was up in a messy bun, to show off the tailored lines of my new swanky suit jacket. My pencil skirt hugged my ass, and my heels made a satisfying clack as I walked. Yeah, I felt good. I felt ready for this.
I had a lovely little flutter in my belly as we arrived at the office. It was gooey and warm and far too squishy, and although I knew it was a potentially dumbass move to get all gushy over a guy who was A. my boss and B. paying me to fuck both him and his boyfriend, I couldn’t help myself.
I liked pulling up to the office in Carl’s Range. I liked walking through the office at his side. I liked borrowing his toothbrush in the morning, and sleeping in his bed at night. I liked taking his cock, once, twice, three times over, only to take him again the next morning.
I liked the fact that the part of him he’d spilled inside me was still dribbling its way back out again. I especially liked how dirty that made me feel.
And I liked his boyfriend. I loved his boyfriend.
Carl dropped me at the desk next to Ryan, who I’d been working with the day before, and that felt good, too.
Ryan seemed a genuine guy with his head screwed on. Everyone else was jabbering on about their evening, or where they were headed for lunch, or who was likely to get voted out of the latest piece of reality TV show crud, but Ryan was having none of it. I recognised the presentation slides he was staring at, the same ones Carl had talked me through the evening before, and pulled up a chair.
“Early morning cramming,” he said. “Want to get a head start.”
“Ditto,” I said, and he smiled and angled his screen in my direction.