Page 46 of Snowed In with the Bosses

I withdrew and palmed her ass on the way back onto my chair. “This is your choice. How do you want us?”

She wasted no time climbing onto my lap and sinking onto my cock. “Damn you feel so good I could come right here, right now.” White teeth sank into her bottom lip. “But I want Ethan in my ass, the three of us coming together.”

“Anything for you.” I held her hips and rolled her forward a bit. “You heard her, Ethan. Get over here.”

It was a complicated maneuver, getting the three of us lined up in a plush theater recliner, but we managed after several minutes of shifting and deciding whose leg went where.

Finally, Clara dropped her feet to the floor and raised herself up over both our cocks. She moved with a delicious slowness, sinking onto my cock with that kind of delicate grace that tightened my balls and threatened my control.

Her mouth opened in a low breath of excitement when she took us both. A shudder rippled through her. “I wanted this to last, but I can’t.” She moved, pumping her hips up and down.

Ethan’s cock rubbed mine through the thin veil separating us. It was a unique experience I barely had time to think about as Clara drove our passion higher. “Damn it, I can’t hold on.”

“You can.” I squeezed her nipples, rolling them the way she liked, just enough to send a shock of pain through her. She stiffened, her spine bowing, thrusting her breasts toward me. “You’re in control. You can take what you need, what you want, from us.”

“I want…” Her body moved in an undulating wave as she tightened around me. “Slow.”

“Then go slow.” Ethan held her hips, guiding her in a rocking pattern that swept her up and down my cock and saved her legs from the strain of trying to stand. His breath hissed out. “Fuck. Slow is good. Slow is going to make my head explode.”

I knew what he meant. Every stroke caused a tiny spark of ecstasy to lance across my body. It built the tension but kept me from coming. The movie screen flashed behind her head, haloing her body as fire burst across the screen. A similar fire took up root in my cock and spread along my arms and legs. I’d gotten used to waiting for her pleasure before I found my own. What she wanted mattered more than my needs.

“I never knew sex could feel like this.” Her hands covered mine and held them in place on her breasts. “It’s always been quick. You showed me how to drag out every ounce of enjoyment.” Glittering green eyes found mine and held. “I’ve never felt anything like what I feel when I’m with you. All of you. Together or separate, it’s always so intense I think I’ll never get over it.”

The confession hit me right in the heart. No one had ever admitted what I made them feel before. For Clara to say we had something special, it meant more to me than I thought possible.

Her head fell back, breaking our eye contact. A spasm ripped through her. “I can’t hold it anymore. Please.” She locked her legs and pumped up and down in long, deep strokes. Her walls tightened in that way I’d come to recognize. She was close, very close.

Ethan and I moved as one, filling her to capacity, the loud slap of sex filling the quiet moments in the movie.

Clara whimpered, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Come with me. Oh God, please come with me.” A look of rapture overtook her expression.

Her pussy seized my cock in a vise grip, tearing the orgasm from me in a wave of heat so intense my skin sizzled. I bucked into her and let my cum pump her full.

Ethan was right behind me, our combined efforts sending Clara into a second orgasm. Her palms landed square on my chest. She rolled her hips and ground her clit into my crotch until her shudders slowed and then stopped.

The harshness of our breathing matched the tempo of a fight scene playing out behind her.

Clara glanced over her shoulder and laughed. “This feels more like a movie than the actual movie. It’s unreal.” She shook her head. “What is it about you that makes me crazy enough to have sex in a theater?”

“Our charm? Our good looks?” I raised my hips. “The feel of our cocks?”

“All the above.” She tangled her hands in my hair and kissed me hard.

I’d stay here all day, my cock inside her until it hardened again, for the chance to keep that look on her face.

Ethan’s leg brushed mine when he sat up and rubbed both palms along Clara’s spine. He kissed between her shoulder blades, and her hands tightened in my hair. “I’d rather watch you than any movie. You’re glorious, Clara. The most beautiful woman in the world.”

A sigh slipped between her lips and into my mouth. In it, I tasted a sense of despair that plummeted through me, dropping my heart to my toes. What caused that reaction from her?

She broke off the kiss and tipped her head to the side, eyeing Ethan over her shoulder. “You’re only saying that because I let you fuck my ass.”

He scooted back, withdrawing his cock. One eyebrow raised. “You’re beautiful. Gorgeous. A goddess among mortals. And I would say that if I never fucked your ass again.”

“Now I know it must be true.” She lifted off my cock and slid onto her seat, lying on her back with her hands loose over her stomach. “You’ve fucked me to sleep.”

“Sounds tragic. Were we that boring?” Ethan ran one finger up the sole of her foot, eliciting a giggle and a kick. “Maybe we should try again.”

“I don’t think I can handle it anymore.” She winked. “But I’m willing to wait and find out how the movie ends.”

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