Eyes Wide Open (12 page)

Nodding enthusiastically, she forced out a strangled, “Yes!” God, it sounded so rude when he just came out with it like that, the smooth, cultured accent enunciating the dirty words. But maybe that was what made it so sexy.

Chuckling, Logan replied, “All right. I’m very glad to hear it. But there’s something I have to do first.”

Leaning over her, he slipped his hand behind James’ neck and pulled him in for a rough kiss. James responded with enthusiasm, and their mouths mashed together in an embrace that looked almost painful, and yet the grunts and groans they came out with said that, painful or not, it felt good.

It looked pretty damn amazing too, and she realized that, far from being jealous or feeling left out, she was content to watch them express the way they felt about each other and enjoy the incredibly erotic scene. And hell, if they happened to get carried away and forget about her, then she’d stick her hand between her legs and stroke herself into blissful oblivion over the sight of their sweaty, entangled bodies. Either way, she won.

After a few more minutes the boys parted, both with eyes blazing, spots of high color on their cheeks and lungs grabbing at precious air. Then, with barely a pause, James moved up the bed and kissed her, his lips feeling every bit as luscious as they looked. He kissed differently to Logan, somehow, but was neither worse, nor better. Just as sexy and arousing as his lover, he explored and possessed every millimeter of her mouth, leaving her melting beneath his caress and gasping as he pulled away with a wicked grin.

“Just had to do that, gorgeous. Thought it’d be rude to kiss your pussy without having kissed your lips yet.”

Shifting back down the mattress, he left Fiona grinning dazedly at the spot he’d vacated, which was soon filled with an impressive view of Logan. The ridges of his abdomen appeared, and she snapped out of her stupor as he straddled her chest. She raked her gaze over his arms, chest and abdomen, then allowed herself a nice, long look at his cock. Standing thick and proud, a slick of pre-cum sat at its tip, and she wanted to lick it while stroking his shaft. But, pinned into place as she was, her arms by her sides, she could do neither.

She also couldn’t see James, and therefore had no idea what he was doing. Rebelling against the choices that had been taken away from her, she shifted her arms enough so that she could reach up and grab Logan’s delectable arse cheeks, forcing him closer to her mouth.

Clearly surprised, he quickly stuck out his hands to break his fall, and they landed on the soft pillows above Fiona’s head. Without giving him the chance to move again, she closed her lips around the tip of his dick, savoring the sensation of thick, hot cock in her mouth, and tonguing at the juices that seeped from his tip. The taste exploded, tart and salty, over her taste buds, and she hummed happily as she used her hands to pull him farther into her mouth.

Though apparently a fan of being in charge, Logan seemed to be rendered powerless by her act of defiance, unable to make himself shift away from her lapping tongue. He’d said he planned to fuck her mouth, but was instead holding himself still as she sucked it.

She was just establishing a rhythm when she felt James’ hands on the insides of her knees, creeping higher and pushing her legs apart at the same time. Distracted momentarily, she paused and gasped around Logan’s cock.

It was enough. He took the opportunity to reset the balance of power, and he began doing what he’d promised—slowly rocking his hips so his shaft slipped in and out of her slick lips.

Fiona, knowing she was beaten, relaxed into the movement, letting saliva fill her mouth and coat Logan’s hot, thrusting cock, while settling her lips over her teeth so she didn’t hurt him when he increased his speed, which she was certain he would.

After a few moments, she was very glad Logan had taken the reins, because now James had reached the apex of her thighs, her brain was more focused on what was happening down there. His hands had shifted ever higher, until she was spread rudely before him. Then she suspected he’d simply looked at the wanton display for several long moments, before diving in and beginning to tease and titillate her.

His hot mouth was just as skillful between her legs as it had been on her neck, shoulder and lips, and not being able to see what he was doing served only to heighten the sensations. With an enthusiasm that told her he enjoyed being with women just as much as men, he ran his tongue the length of her slick seam, delving deep. Murmuring contentedly, which caused little tremors to run across her swollen labia and clit, he parted her pussy lips with what she guessed were his thumbs, and gave a long, slow lick, before pulling away and blowing on the wet skin.

Chills skated across Fiona’s entire body, and her pussy clenched. Christ, but he knew how to tease! And she couldn’t even encourage, plead or beg, because her mouth was otherwise occupied. It was obvious to her that the two of them had done this before. It was a tried and tested method, one that left the lucky woman they were sharing in a position where she had to lie back and take it. But Fiona was most definitely not thinking of England. In fact, she could barely think at all. She was being bombarded by all these feelings and sensations, and she was sure that the moment James’ tongue touched her clit, she’d be spiraling into an orgasm that she felt she’d been building toward for hours.

Apparently, she wasn’t going to find out if she was right. Not just yet, anyway. James moved his mouth away, and his thick fingers entered her pussy, probing and stretching, though she was so wet that he could have penetrated her with his cock with no trouble at all. She’d have accommodated him easily and, more than anything, that was what she desperately wanted at that moment in time. There was a cock in her mouth, jerking away and continuing to lace her taste buds with salty pre-cum, and she wanted one in her pussy, too.

Digging her nails into Logan’s pert buttocks, humming around his shaft and tilting her hips in one movement, she hoped to spur the two men to some kind of action. She was suspended on the very edge of climax, and her arousal was rapidly turning to frustration. She just wanted to come, just once, then they could carry on doing whatever they wanted. But the pressure that built and raged inside her wanted out, and fast.

Bucking her hips again, and clawing at Logan’s buttocks, Fiona now grunted around the invasion between her lips.
Come on!
she screamed silently.
For Christ’s sake, make me fucking come!

Sucking in a breath through his teeth, Logan slowed his movements and let out a chuckle. “Seems we’ve got a little wildcat on our hands here, doesn’t it, mate?”

“It does,” came the reply. “She’s jerking against my face like she’s in a fucking rodeo or something. Think she wants to come?” He continued to finger-fuck her as he spoke, feeding more and more pleasure into her system, but just not quite enough to tip her over.

“I think she’d
love
to come,” Logan all but purred, pushing his cock deeper into her throat than he’d ventured before, making her fear for her gag reflex. But he was apparently a pro in that department, too, and didn’t go too far. “And you know what? I think she’s probably earned it, don’t you? Just one orgasm, to get her started.”

Get me started? Holy fuck, how long are these two planning to carry on for?

“All right,” James said amenably. Angling the tips of his fingers, he stroked and pressed at her G-spot, then took her clit between his lips and began sucking. Lightly at first, which fanned the embers of her climax and turned them into gently flickering flames. Then, satisfied that she was used to the sensation, he licked the aching bud, getting it plenty wet. Over and over he licked, before closing his lips around her again and sucking harder, increasing the pressure at the same time as he upped the speed with which he stimulated her G-spot.

The gently flickering flames grew higher, brighter, hotter, and Fiona sucked in shaky, hasty breaths through her nostrils as her chest heaved. She was hanging over the edge now, just the merest thread stopping her from plummeting into the abyss.

“She’s close,” James said, his voice husky, laden with his own arousal. “Really close.”

“Good,” Logan replied, his own voice a little shaky. “I am, too. I’m going to come between these sweet lips any second—” He stopped, let out a strangled sound. “
Now!”

Fiona’s world tilted on its axis. At the same time as her mouth was being filled by hot cum, her own climax ripped through her with a sudden, unexpected force that left her wildly grabbing for air. Black spots danced before her eyes as her abdomen undulated, her core clutching and spasming around James’ fingers and the flames now an inferno that raged along every nerve ending, leaving her completely burnt out.

“Shiiit,” James said, apparently the only one of them capable of speech. “If that’s the way she starts, I can’t wait to see how she carries on.”

* * * *

A little while later, feeling brave, Fiona voiced something that had been playing on her mind. “You know…” She smiled, heat coming to her cheeks in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. “I haven’t actually seen you two, um…
together.
”

Both men glanced over to her, and Logan raised an eyebrow. “You mean,
together
?”

Sure that he was deliberately winding her up, or trying to make her say the actual words, she refused to give him the satisfaction. “Yes. That’s precisely what I mean, and you know it.”

Mischief glinting in his eyes, he said, “Well, not that we need an excuse, but I’m game if James is.”

Simultaneously flicking their gazes to James, they watched as he rolled lazily onto his stomach, his lips curving up into a lascivious smile. His still-pink backside was on tempting display, welcoming Logan’s attentions. No verbal answer was necessary.

Logan reached for the lube, encouraged Fiona to swap places with him on the bed then moved in for the kill. He used plenty of the liquid to slicken up James’ rear hole, before positioning himself between James’ legs and pressing the meaty head of his cock against the puckered entrance. With a hiss, he pushed inside.

Fiona remained silent, her mouth and eyes wide as she observed the scene unfolding before her. Her right hand, seemingly on autopilot, crept between her legs. Finding herself slick and hot once more, she stroked her pussy and clit, tormenting and teasing herself slowly toward orgasm as James and Logan made sensual, passionate love.

Chapter Fifteen

Several days later, Fiona was still walking on air. From the moment she’d agreed to the seriously sexy threesome with James and Logan to collapsing into her own bed in the early hours of the morning, it had been truly unforgettable. They’d spent what felt like forever—in a good way—teasing and pleasing each other in a variety of positions and pairings. She’d had sex with both of them, sucked them, had them lick her, stroke her, rub her, pinch her. There’d been sixty-nines, moves she wasn’t sure even had proper names, and lazier moments where they’d lain in a tangle of limbs and touched each other, languidly continuing to explore sweat-dampened skin.

And now, the men having departed several days earlier, Fiona was left with lasting memories so supremely erotic that replaying them in her mind felt like watching custom-made porn. She didn’t really need to replay them, however. Her body still ached and buzzed from the sexual acrobatics, and the release of hormones must have stimulated her brain somehow, too, because she’d written some of her best ever copy and come up with the smartest ideas in recent days.

Sophia had noticed. Striding over to Fiona’s desk, she leaned her curvy bottom on its edge and gave her a narrow-eyed stare.

“W-what’s wrong?” Fiona stammered. “Have I done something?”

Drumming her French-polished nails against the wooden surface beneath her, she replied, “That’s what I’ve come to find out. You’ve been good, almost from day one. But these last few days, you’ve been something else. On fire. Your mood has been as buoyant as your work has been amazing. Have you gotten yourself a boyfriend…or girlfriend?” she added hastily, clearly covering all her bases.

Color raced into Fiona’s cheeks, and she found herself hoping that Sophia might attribute that to the compliment, rather than the query. “N-no, I haven’t. I like men, by the way. But I haven’t got a boyfriend. I just… I dunno—maybe I’m just getting into my stride? I’ve had a good tutor, after all. The best!” She laughed, mentally keeping her fingers crossed that her deflection tactics had worked. The last thing she wanted was anyone asking questions about her private life. Not that she had one—not since that night—but she didn’t want it getting out. No way was she going to risk losing her job over a one-night stand with a couple of guests, albeit the best one-night stand in the history of everything, ever.

Narrowing her eyes further, Sophia tilted her head to one side. “Hmm… I’m not sure it’s just getting into your stride. But whatever… It’s none of my business. As long as it’s not illegal, you carry on doing it and coming out with these strokes of genius. We’re seriously loving your work, Fiona, and your dedication and enthusiasm. I know you’ve not been here that long, but keep it up and you could soon be in line for promotion.”

Beaming, Fiona replied, “Really? That’s fantastic! Yes, for sure I’ll keep it up. You know how much I love this job, how much I appreciate the opportunity I’ve been given. I want to progress, and I’ll work my backside off to help that happen.”

Returning Fiona’s smile, Sophia stood. “I know you will, sweetie. You’re a great addition to the team, and we love having you with us. Now stop your gossiping and get back to work.” With a wink, she strode off back to her office, leaving Fiona open-mouthed and red-faced in her wake.

Bloody hell
. She hoped she could keep coming up with the ideas and the copy that had so impressed her boss. Perhaps she should invest in a shit load of high-powered batteries for her vibrator or something, then masturbate herself into oblivion each night to keep those happy hormones flooding her system? She sure as hell couldn’t conjure up a nightly threesome. Well, this was London—with the assistance of the Internet, she probably could. But definitely not with two smart and sexy businessmen who indulged in all kinds of kinky shit, as well as screwing each other
and
women. It’d take more than the wonders of the Internet to conjure up a combination like that.