Desk Job (London Menage Book 2) (21 page)

Soon the air was full of our heat, the scent of us together and the sounds of gasps and Stella’s mouth on Andre.

“It’s here,” Andre pulled out. He gripped his cock and worked it hard.

Stella gathered her breasts together and I watched as the first spurt of cum landed on them.

Andre groaned, long, loud and abandoned. He tipped his head back and worked his shaft, his wrist moving fast, as more release shot from his slit.

Stella was shaking in my arms, a new orgasm about to ravish her.

I nibbled her ear and pressed her clit harder as I rotated it.

“Ah, fuck…” She wailed. “Yes…”

She coiled forward.

I kept her in my grip, pushing her through an intense orgasm as Andre finished up his.

She sobbed. Cried out. Clutched my forearms.

On and on it went.

Andre straightened. He was breathing hard.

As she trembled and shook, I slowed, knowing the pleasure was abating.

“Babe,” Andre said, cupping her cheeks and lifting her face to his. He kissed her.

I snuggled into her neck. The heat of her body, post climax, was like a furnace against mine.

“That was … phew … hot.” She panted, her back rubbing against my chest.

“You’re always hot,” Andre said.

She laughed. A sudden burst of emotion. “And dinner will be cold too. You boys are distracting.”

“Who are you calling a boy?” I nudged my thickening cock against her.

“Enough.” She twisted from Andre and faced me. “I’ve cooked a meal. I need my strength around you two.” She smiled and set a kiss on my lips. “Let’s eat.”

“Okay, okay.” I held my hands up in surrender even though I didn’t want to stop touching her. “We’ll eat.”

Andre reached for her elbows and pulled her standing. “Best clean you up first though.” He indicated her messy chest.

“Soon sorted.” She untangled herself from him and went to the sink area.

Andre and I stood side by side and watched her casually reach for the kitchen roll and wipe the cum from her breasts.

Yep, there was no doubt about it. The day Stella Wright had walked into Wainwright and Bramon had been very momentous in our lives. A case of the stars aligning. She was the perfect woman for us, unique in every way and to top it all, she was sweet, sexy, giving and enjoyed sex as much as we did.

For that, I’d always be grateful and it was time to make her ours. To make it official. We weren’t sharing, we wanted her for ourselves, forever.

And the ring, upstairs, that Andre and I had chosen together, would make that real, to the world. We’d figure it out, face the music. We were a threesome, and it wasn’t strange or weird. It worked.

Perfectly.

Now all she had to do was say yes on Christmas Day, and the rest would be history.

The End

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