Page 144 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
I have to lift my head to add, “I’ll admit those skirts and heels and that conference table where we first met have entered a few of my dirty dreams too.”
Finley moans, and her pussy tightens.
“You want that?” I ask, fucking my fingers in and out. “We could spread you out on that conference table between all three of us. But you’d really prefer that to a bed?”
“It’s the idea that we might get caught,” she admits. “And the thought of Christopher walking in and getting hard every time after that.”
He chuckles darkly. Her other two men are on either side of her, stroking, pinching, squeezing, kissing and sucking everywhere they can reach.
“As if I don’t get hardeverywherein the office now that you’ve been there. The break room, my office, for sure the conference room.”
She grins up at him smugly. “I love that.”
“Of course you do, brat,” he tells her, but his tone and expression are full of affection.
I return my mouth to her clit, sucking hard, fucking her with my fingers, and hoping that she has vivid images going in her mind as I ratchet her orgasm closer and closer to completion.
I have Christopher and Evan helping, playing with her nipples, kissing her, and talking dirty, and I curl my fingers against her G-spot just as Evan says, “I’d hike your skirt up and pull you into my lap right in front of Christopher’s desk. While he’s on a conference call.”
That sends her tumbling over the edge, crying out and coming all over my fingers and tongue.
“Good girl,” I praise again.
Christopher gives me a grin. “Naughty girl.”
I nod and kiss her inner thigh. “Exactly how we like her.” I meet her gaze. “And don’t think I don’t have some ideas aboutmywork sites. Of course, you’d have to wear a hardhat.”
She laughs. “You in nothing but a tool belt? Yes, please.”
“Those workbenches would be about the right height, wouldn't they?” Evan asks.
“For sure,” I tell him. I grin at her. “I’d even spread out a drop cloth, so you didn’t get a splinter.”
She laughs. “Gee, thanks.”
I crawl up her body and kiss her deeply, then pull back and lift my fingers to her mouth. “Clean me up.”
Her eyes go from mirthful to lustful in a second, and she closes her lips around my fingers, sucking and licking.
Then I move up to the head of the bed, propping pillows against the headboard. I lean back, then pull her up, settling her back against my front, and cradling her between my thighs. “Now, I believe you had a request.”
She looks up at me with surprise. “Like this?”
“Yeah.”
I don’t have to say anything more. Evan and Christopher are going to take her this way, with me holding her. I’ll be a part of it. I’m not fucking her, but I’m still here as a part of it, almost offering her up to them. I’ll be able to see everything, anotherman fucking my woman, but giving her the ultimate pleasure with my full consent, and participation.
It’s a gesture. And I think they all understand.
A shudder goes through her. “Oh my God, this is so hot.”
“And we haven’t even started yet.” I smooth both hands down her body to her thighs and grasp one in each hand, spreading her open and hooking her legs over mine to keep her spread wide. Then I cup both breasts, squeezing and plucking at the nipples.
“She’s all yours,” I tell Evan, meeting his gaze.
He blows out a breath. “Holy shit. This really is hot.”
They’re both already down to their underwear, and Christopher wastes no time in stripping Evan’s down his legs and then taking Evan’s cock in hand.
