Woman in Hot Water [Wet and Willing 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (5 page)

About halfway up she was glad to take a short rest while two children ahead of her on the ladder argued about who should go first. Apparently the older one believed he should have first turn, whereas the younger one was ahead of him on the steps. When she’d caught her breath, Kendra said, “Why don’t you wait and ask the lifeguard at the top who should go first?”

Fortunately the children thought that was a good idea and began climbing again. Just as well, as she could feel her arm muscles getting a little stiff, and hanging on while they argued wasn’t on her program, although a few minutes to catch her breath had been helpful.

The children raced up the last twenty or so steps, both eager to put their view to the lifeguard at the top, and by the time Kendra, Osborne, and Jordan arrived, they’d already headed down the tunnel. “Who went first?” Kendra asked a little breathlessly.

“The older one. I flipped a coin,” the lifeguard replied.

“Clever solution.” Kendra nodded, still puffing.

Jordan climbed on a toboggan and went first, then Kendra, with Osborne behind her.

She felt as though she’d scarcely sat down before she was whipped around the first bend and the tunnel tilted her up the right-hand wall, then back to the middle. She gripped her toboggan so hard she thought her fingernails might end up embedded in the toughened plastic as she was flipped half on her side by the force of the water at the second turn. Then there was a steep downhill slope, the third turn, and she could see the light again of the end of the ride. She lost her grip on her toboggan as she fell into the pool, remembering to swim forward to the end so Osborne wouldn’t land on top of her.

The pool was only about three feet deep, shallowing quickly so riders could just walk out. “That was wonderful fun,” she said, as she reached Jordan.

“Want to do it again?”

“Well, it was over incredibly fast.”

Osborne almost ran up the stairs. Kendra followed at a much slower pace but without stopping on the way this time. On her second ride, she was less tense about holding onto her toboggan and enjoyed the sensations of being twisted and turned as she rode the tunnel to the end, a lot more.

“Again?” asked Jordan.

“I don’t think my legs will cope with climbing the stairs again. Besides, I was more relaxed this time and experienced it more. It was fun.”

Jordan and Osborne crowded around her at the side of the pool. “Would you like to go out for dinner and dancing?” asked Osborne, his dark eyes piercing through to her soul.

All the breath was sucked out of her body. Was this a date? A genuine date? But she was way too tired. All she wanted to do was go to bed and sleep for eight hours or so.

“Can I take a rain check? I’m too tired now,” she asked.

“Well, in that case let’s have a sauna and get your tired muscles all soothed.” Osborne didn’t wait for her answer. He grabbed her arm and hustled her in the direction of the sauna.

Kendra laid her towel out along a bench then stretched out on her front, letting the heat of the sauna waft over her. The men made some light conversation, but she was too tired to get involved. She just lay there relaxing.

“Now the plunge pool,” said Jordan. It was right beside the sauna, a very deep, icy cold pool with just enough room for a couple of people to jump in, then climb up the ladder to get out again.

“Another ladder? In your dreams,” she said shaking her head emphatically.

“Well, the hot tub then,” he suggested.

“Okay.”

There was no one else in the hot tub when they arrived, so Kendra settled herself with a pump against her back, loving the gentle pummeling the water gave her. From time to time she inched right or left, then turned sideways, until her stiff shoulders were completely relaxed again.

“Lovely,” she sighed.

“Do you still want a rain check on the dinner and dancing?” asked Osborne suggestively.

“I really am tired.” She sidestepped giving a direct answer.

“Our bed is very big and comfortable. We could relax you and send you into a deep, refreshing sleep,” Jordan said softly, even though no other people were nearby.

Heat flushed through her body. Heat that had nothing to do with the sauna or the hot tub and everything to do with the two men staring at her so intently. She knew exactly what they wanted. She wanted it, too. A hot night of sex. But would that mean she was unemployed again real soon? She was almost certain that sleeping with the boss and his significant other wasn’t a good career move. Ah what the hell. She wanted them. They wanted her. “All right,” she said.

“Good decision,” said Jordan, grinning at her.

“What are we waiting, for,” added Osborne, grabbing her arm and hauling her to her feet, sending water splashing over the side of the hot tub.

* * * *

Kendra was ready and willing to sleep with the two most delicious men she’d ever met. But she was still a little worried underneath it all that if the night didn’t go well, she’d either find herself sacked or feel obliged to leave her job out of embarrassment. Even though Osborne locked himself in his office for most of the day, the fact was he was her boss, the person she reported to directly, and having to look him in the face after a disastrous one-night stand would be too hard for her to do, even to stay employed.

Why should anything go wrong? They’re both totally yummy.

They’re gay.

Bi.

Whatever. They’re partnered to each other. You’re the spare wheel here.

Fuck! Why did she have to be so honest with herself? But they had asked her. She hadn’t made any moves on them at all.

I can start apartment hunting on Sunday. I’m sure I can find something cheap. Then, if anything goes wrong, I can be out from under their feet at home and keep my head down at work.

Yeah, okay. It’s a deal.

Having argued with herself all the way home, she was still a bit on edge when she followed them into the house, down the hallway, and into their bedroom. “Wow! It’s huge,” she gasped.

“The room or the bed?” asked Osborne at the same time as Jordan said, “My cock? Yes it is.”

His comment released the tension inside her, and she laughed. “I’ll take the Fifth on that one.”

Very slowly and gently, Jordan pulled her into his arms and pressed his body against hers. He certainly did seem to be well endowed in the cock department, judging by the ridge pressing against her belly. Immediately her pussy creamed with need for him, for them both. All thoughts about not sleeping with the bosses disappeared from her mind, and all she could do was revel in the sweetness of Jordan’s kisses. He was undeniably a world-class kisser. His lips were soft, yet firm, and he continually varied his techniques from dropping the softest, lightest of kisses across her nose, forehead and jawline, to thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth and demonstrating, oh-so-graphically, his plans for later on that night.

Kendra had momentarily forgotten that Osborne was in the room as well until he pressed up behind her, dragging his cock up, down, and across her ass. His cock was as hard and as big as Jordan’s, and more honey from her pussy dampened her panties. Everything was shaping up for her to have a very good time tonight!

“I love that your swimwear is gold and orange. They’re such cheerful colors. Why are all your work clothes boring black, beige, or navy?” asked Jordan.

“Oh, that’s from my secret shopper job. The idea is to blend in with the crowd. Not to stand out, or be noticeable, so the secret shopper doesn’t receive preferential treatment or special attention,” explained Kendra.

“Makes sense I guess,” Jordan replied.

“Getting undressed about now makes even more sense,” said Osborne.

Kendra had about one second to wish that the tiny bottle of Chanel No. 5 perfume she’d been given as a twenty-first birthday gift hadn’t been all used up years ago, and that even the Spring Flowers talcum powder she’d used more recently was down the bottom of her car’s trunk somewhere instead of making her skin smell nice. Then her brain couldn’t cope anymore as hands were everywhere on her body at once—unzipping her skirt and sliding it over her hips, unbuttoning her shirt and peeling it down her arms. Hands unsnapped her bra. Hands gripped her sensible cotton panties and tugged them off her. She stepped out of her skirt, panties, and shoes first with her left foot, then her right.

While this was happening, both men had removed their business shirts and pants.
When did they do that? I swear it felt as if there were six or eight hands on my body the whole time.

She twisted around to watch as Jordan neatly laid his clothes on a chair, his shoes placed side by side underneath it. Osborne’s clothing was a puddle on the floor where he stood, as was hers. She was about to bend down and pick her things up, when she caught sight of Osborne’s cock. Well, it was mighty hard to not see it. He had a long, thick cock, the head red with need, and he was stroking it quite firmly. “Mmm. Can I help you with that?”

“I really hope you will.” He swung her up in his arms, turned one-eighty degrees, and centered them both in the bed. It all happened so fast she could almost have been in the waterslide again.

He kissed her demandingly on the lips, driving his tongue into her mouth, holding the kiss until her lungs were straining for oxygen. Then, while she was still hauling air into herself, he turned himself upside down, pulled her on top of himself, and buried his mouth in her cunt, his tongue thrusting deep inside her.

“Oh, wow!” she gasped. But taking the hint, she flicked her tongue out over the head of his cock. Hmm. Very nice. Long and thick and with a rounded top that fit perfectly into her mouth. And his cum tasted nice, too. Not too salty, not too bland. Just right. She almost snorted at what she was thinking, but managed to concentrate on the cock in her mouth and sucked Osborne deep. She rolled his balls and then licked up and down his shaft. He was nibbling on her labia now, and the tension in her belly was rising fast.

Just then Jordan joined them, a string of condoms in his hand. “You want to turn this into a daisy chain, or should we fuck?” he asked.

“Fuck. Definitely fuck,” said Osborne.

Jordan sat on the bed and shoved a pillow behind his back. Once again Kendra was lifted and arranged on the bed, this time with her head on Jordan’s lap.

She looked up into his sparkling, light-blue eyes, and he winked at her. “I get to play with you both, while Osborne fucks you,” he said.

Before she had time to think about how this would work, Osborne was rolling a condom over his cock and kneeling across her body. Once again she was left feeling breathless. It wasn’t just the speed at which these men moved. It was their incredible sexiness in every action they took. Osborne was so broad shouldered and muscular. The way he carried her around, anyone could be forgiven for imagining she weighed nothing at all. Whereas she was five foot six and likely ten pounds overweight.

Well, just like when she’d climbed into the waterslide and was therefore committed to the journey, she’d decided to spend the night with these men. So she might as well just enjoy every minute of it. And oh those cocks looked like mighty fine toys to play with. It’d been way too long since she’d had a decent orgasm. Sleeping in her car kind of put that type of activity out of the equation. Besides, none of the men she’d dated lately had been one half as delicious to look at as these two were. And she liked them both, genuinely liked them. So…

“Are you ready? You certainly seemed ready when I tasted you,” asked Osborne.

Wordlessly she nodded. Hell yes, she was ready all right.

Kendra watched as Osborne fitted his sheathed cock to her entry then drove in. He was so big, she was stretched wide to accommodate all of him. But damn he felt good. Very, very good. He was also considerate. He held still until her body adjusted to his girth and rested on his knees and forearms while he pressed tiny kisses along her jawline then nibbled her ear lobe. She giggled slightly at his unusual approach to lovemaking, but she had to say it worked. She was highly aroused and ready for more. So she lifted her hips and rubbed her pelvis against his to give him a hint.

Osborne lifted up off her body a little to begin pumping steadily into her, and Jordan’s hands snuck through the gap to rest on her breasts. Jordan kept his movements in time with Osborne’s steady thrusting, and Kendra was amazed by how erotic that was. The cock pounding in and out of her cunt, and the hand teasing her breasts, worked together to bring her closer and closer to an orgasm. Her nails dug into Osborne’s muscled sides, and she had to force herself not to grip so hard, to pat him instead of holding on as if she was on the waterslide again.

Jordan nuzzled her neck, planting a few soft kisses on her skin, and then he kissed Osborne’s shoulder, sucking his lover’s skin into his mouth before releasing him and kissing her shoulder.

That was so hot! Never had she thought kissing the skin could be so carnal. But it was. Very carnal.

Cream poured from her pussy as the two men made love to her. Their touches were hotter than her wildest dreams. Jordan’s lips and fingers were light, gentle, and arousing on her sensitive skin. Osborne’s cock was hitting all the right places deep inside her.

Her own hips were rising into Osborne’s thrusts, her hands running up and down his sides and back, then resting on Jordan’s thigh, before continuing their petting and stroking of Osborne. The two men actually felt as different as they looked. Osborne’s skin was much darker than hers and Jordan’s. Her skin was a pale-olive tone, and Jordan’s a light golden-brown. Her skin was soft everywhere, possibly because she needed to lose some weight. Jordan was lean and wiry. He had a runner’s long legs and long body. His wiriness was disguised by his work attire, and, to some extent, even by the long board shorts he’d worn earlier today. But now, naked, there was nothing to hide his sleek lines.