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She didn’t look a
t Cole. Couldn’t. She moved toward Des like a zombie, trapped in his web though he didn’t speak. He caressed her cheek and rubbed his thumb under her eye, his lips softening into a fleeting smile. Then he reached behind her and freed her wrists. He draped the garland around her neck before he pushed her jacket down to her elbows. The pose slightly pulled back her arms.
“I like that.” He traced her shoulders. “You’re restrained, just enough to make you remember.”
“Remember what?”
He nudged her down to her knees, directing his cock between her lips. “Me.”
This time she didn’t hesitate. If he wouldn’t have sex with her—though she didn’t know why—at least she could enjoy this much of him. She kept her eyes on his as her lips engulfed his length, as that first erotic taste of him hit her taste buds. He didn’t shove himself deeper, just waited for her to take him. She swirled her tongue around the wide, swollen head before more of his arousal flowed out to help ease his passage into her throat.
As off-balance as she felt with her arms behind her, she held the stance, concentrating on taking him deeper without her hands. With just her eyes on his to tell him when to push her for more and when to retreat. She moaned around him, the subtle pulse in his length a promise of things to come.
He leaned back on his desk, spreading his body out for her perusal though she couldn’t see it through all those damn layers of clothes. But she could see the pleasure contorting his features, shaping them into something even more beautiful as his throat muscles rippled and sweat dotted his temples.
He’d been led to the edge by her, not Cole. Not some other random woman who never stumbled or stuttered when he got too close.
She was sure he’d urge her back, but when he did, it wasn’t for the reason she thought. Cole had taken his place beside him and now indicated his own impatient cock with a wave of his fingers and a questioning smile. She swallowed the frustration that this moment with Des wasn’t theirs alone and shifted on her knees to offer the same treatment to Cole’s needy erection.
Soon she wasn’t thinking about anything but getting him off, about tasting more of that hot moisture that hit her tongue every time he forcefully slid home. He wasn’t gentle with her but she didn’t care. She didn’t want that. Right now she ached to be used, to use them the same way. To forget everything that had ever happened—would ever happen—outside these four walls.
Des moved closer to Cole and together they fed her their cocks, alternating who she had in her mouth. Even with her eyes closed she knew the difference. Cole was longer, his movements sharper. Des stretched her cheeks and made her gasp from his slow, languid strokes. He filled her, burning away any memory of anyone that had come before. Relentless in his pursuit of her throat, of taking her further than she’d ever gone before.
He plunged into her and held, his groin so close to her face, his grip on her hair punishing her. Freeing her. And buried down deep he came, releasing into her in an endless stream she fought to contain.
Too soon Cole dragged him back and inserted himself inside her well-used mouth, barely getting off a couple strokes before he slickened the same path that Des had. He groaned and jerked her down, holding her still while her hollowed cheeks milked him.
Doing this with them was so dirty, so far beyond any experiences she’d had before. She’d file them away in her mind and take them out when she was old and gray and wanted to remember she’d once had a wild past. Hopefully by then she’d be married with a family, and thoughts of these nights with Des and Cole would just be a naughty part of her history.
It was too much to hope for that Des might still be in her life then. Experiences like this didn’t lead to lifetime commitment. They led to…more experiences like this. With garland and ornament clips and candy canes. Ho-ho-ho.
She’d just have to make her peace with that and enjoy every minute they shared as much as possible.
Inhaling harshly, Cole removed himself from between her lips then let out an awed laugh. “Damn, you’re good.” He lowered his satisfied gaze to where she pressed her saturated thighs together to keep from squirming. “I think Wendy’s earned a bonus this Christmas. Don’t you agree, Des?”
Five
Des eyed the pouty lips of Wendy’s pussy revealed by her crotchless teddy as he twirled the peppermint stick. Oh, what he could do to her in that getup.
What he would do.
He gripped her elbow and helped her to her feet, then escorted her around the desk to his chair. She sat, still looking shell-shocked, and he bent to lay a soft kiss on her lips. He could taste both of them there, him and Cole, along with a hint of mint. As irrational as it was, he wanted to kiss her until Cole’s flavor disappeared, until he was the only one he detected on her lips. “Legs up on the arms.”
Wendy snapped into action, doing as he asked. She glanced down at herself in wonderment at how fully she was opened to them and up at him with a half-smile that lit her amber eyes. “Your chair is really comfy.”
He laughed and pulled the garland off of her neck before winding it around her legs and the chair arms. Luckily, it was extra-long and stretched across her belly like a glittery belt. “You look good in it.” He tugged her breasts over the scalloped top of her teddy. Her nipples were rosy pink, as flushed as her cheeks. God, it turned him on when she blushed. “You’re incredibly gorgeous.”
Rather than answer, she rocked her hips. Just that movement sent wetness trickling down her slit and he groaned, mesmerized by the sight. He knew just how good she’d taste too.
She shocked the hell out of him by cupping her breasts in offering as she shifted to encompass Cole with her gaze. “A girl has rights, you know.” Her voice was as airy as a caress. “I was promised a Christmas bonus and I’ll go to my union rep if I don’t get it.” Another rock of her hips. “Now.”
Smiling, he leaned down, making her lean up for his mouth. Their teeth bumped in their urgency, but when her tongue tangled with his, he groaned his delight. He’d happily die right there.
He lifted the candy to her and she sucked on the tip, looking straight at him. His balls pulsed with the memory of exactly how good that felt and he shook his head. She was torturing him intentionally. In another second, she’d be deep throating a candy cane, for fuck’s sake.
Cole moved closer, reminding Des of his presence. Not that he’d forgotten he was there exactly, he’d just sort of blocked him out. His best friend sank his finger into her pussy and growled in appreciation. “Ready to ride, baby?”
Though Cole spoke to Wendy, he glanced back at Des. Silently questioning.
