Page 47 of Stepping Up

She nodded, licking her lips in anticipation of all the pleasure we were poised to give her. Falling into a perfect rhythm of teamwork that we must have learned from years of friendship and business, Nate and I flanked Carly on either side of the desk. She wrapped an arm around each of our shoulders, delving her fingers into our hair as she struggled to decide whom to kiss first.

I made it easy for her, bending down to kiss her rosy-pink nipple instead of her mouth. She sighed and tugged my hair at the root. It was the sweetest little sound of pleasure, the perfect zing of sensation, and I marveled at how responsive she was. Remembering how I’d made her come that day in my apartment just from my careful attention to her succulent tits, I pulled back a little, not going quite as hard to tease her pleasure out more slowly. I slid my hand down her full belly, diving into the front of her panties to cup the pussy that haunted my dreams.

“You like that this pussy is all ours, don’t you, Carly?” I asked her in a low growl, giving her a hard squeeze.

“Fuck, yes,” she panted. She looked at Nate. “All yours.”

“And you love knowing that we’re both going to fuck you there while there’s a whole crowd of people outside, right?” Nate ground out as he desperately ground his hips against her thick thigh, holding onto it with both hands. He spread her wider for me, too.

“Oh,” Carly gasped when I wasted no time shoving a thick finger into her channel. Christ, she was so wet, and we’d barely even touched her yet. She gripped my shoulder hard for purchase as her hips gyrated, hoping to take me deeper. Then Nate was pulling his white chef’s jacket away from his body, undoing his pants, too, to free his cock, since Carly’s other hand apparently had been grabbing for it.

“So greedy, our girl,” I commented idly as I fucked Carly with my fingers. Nate grunted in satisfaction when she started to jerk him off in her soft hand.

I changed my mind about wanting her to not come just yet when my thumb found her clit. Something about that perfect bundle of nerves made me want to toy with her, or more aptly torture her until she was shaking and screaming with the force of her climax. She was kissing Nate, all tongues and heated breath, sloppy with the unruly desire they both felt, and I had to suck on those tits again. My mouth belonged there.

Some combination of my pumping fingers in her tight channel, my thumb rubbing circles into her swollen clit, and my tongue swirling her nipple in my heated mouth did the trick. In seconds, Carly was convulsing, her inner muscles milking my fingers as I kept up their thrusting. She moaned lustily into Nate’s mouth and gripped his cock more tightly for purchase, which made him fuck himself further into her fist. Before she could recover fully from her pleasure, though, I stepped back, and with a gesture for Nate to do the same, I dragged her off the desk by her hips. I settled her into my lap as I took a seat in the chair she sat in to talk sense into me not long ago. She straddled me like a pro, facing the door at my back.

“Good girl,” I told her, praising her for coming so hard, for going along with my plans now. “You came so prettily. Didn’t she, Nate?”

“Gorgeous,” Nate affirmed, moving to stand behind her and kiss her tempting neck.

“Now, Carly,” I asked, trying to be nonchalant though I was on edge, needing to drive my full cock into her, “Do you think you deserve to ride my cock?”

“Yes,” Carly gasped in surprise. She started to rock her hips, and I didn’t even care that she’d get her sweet wetness all over the front of my nice pants. “Please, Logan. Let me ride you. I’ve been dying to all along.”

“And then, you suck me off,” Nate said, moving away to sit on the edge of the desk, his pants still up, though his cock was out and in his hand. He stroked it lazily as he watched Carly’s back, his eyes always falling on her incredible backside. “If you come real fast and real pretty for us, that is. Think you can do that, baby?”

Carly nodded, and before I even told her so, she was undoing the button and zipper on my dress pants and pulling my erection free.

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CARLY

We had to be fast, otherwise we’d be missed at the party. But even knowing that logically, I couldn't stop myself from wanting to prolong this illicit pleasure. Maybe I was getting off more than a little on the adrenaline, the fear that we’d get caught.

Logan’s sheer size always caught me off guard, and somehow, when he was underneath me and I knew I’d have to sink down on his length, it was more intimidating. But I knew I was up for this challenge. I locked eyes with him as I placed his head at my dripping entrance, and then I gripped his shoulders for purchase as I started to sink down.

Christ, it was so full like this. He was only an inch or so in, and I wanted to sob with the pleasure of this stretch. I cried out when he gripped my hips and growled, shoving me down more quickly so he was fully seated inside me. Then, he used his impressive strength to help me ride him, fucking me from below as I found my pace.

“Christ, she’s a fuckin’ natural.” Nate’s voice came from behind me. It was hot knowing he was watching, and I sped up the undulations of my hips, not caring that my legs would be wobbly noodles tomorrow. It felt too fucking good. Logan grunted in agreement and bent his head to suck my tits again, leaving a lazy trail of bruises all around my nipples.

I came twice, hard and fast. It would have been loud, too, if Logan hadn’t covered my mouth with his hand, which was all the hotter. He bucked his hips, fucking into me at a punishing pace for who knew how many more strokes, and then he came, bruising my hips with his vicelike fingers.

I was a ragdoll when Logan and Nate helped me into the chair. Logan shoved the chair closer to the desk, and Nate adjusted how he had his hips, and then I was choking down Nate’s long cock.

By the time I drank down Nate’s cum and both of my men helped dress me again like a doll, the party was close to done. The end parts of a party like this were usually the most fun, when everyone was a little looser from alcohol and most of the important bigwigs had gone home. But even when I hung out with a tipsy Maya and some of our other coworkers during clean-up, I couldn’t shake the off-kilter feeling I’d had ever since the art fair. I thought taking the promotion would have helped, but I still felt off.

Nate, Logan, and I all went home together, even though I wasn’t sure we had any further plans for sexy escapades tonight. When we got back to the small house where I lived, where my daughter slept, I was exhausted. Bennett seemed tired, too, having just finished a shift at his new job. Still, he was smiling when he greeted us as we came in the door.

“How did it go?” he asked.

“Great,” I said shortly. “I’m taking a promotion, by the way. Working in management at the new restaurant. Isn’t that great?”

Bennett blinked. I could hear how off my voice sounded, the strange strain in it. I told myself it was just exhaustion. “Oh, that’s… that’s great. But I thought you?—”

“How’s Ella?” I cut him off. “Is she in bed?”

He frowned at me, clearly a little hurt by my prickly mood. I could feel Logan and Nate shifting around on their feet behind me. Suddenly, I wanted so badly to be alone. Or just with Ella. Everything was simpler with my little girl.

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