3. Ana
CHAPTER 3
ANA
J ansen’s hands grip my upper thighs to keep me steady, and it’s a good thing, because what he proceeds to do with his tongue has me bucking my hips and squirming on the table. He delivers an overwhelming onslaught of pleasure, far more than I can process in real time.
Meanwhile, Derek continues to tease my breasts, multiplying everything I’m feeling, taking it all from stunningly amazing to absolutely un-fucking-believable.
A second orgasm overtakes me, and I’m left panting, my chest heaving, my mind blown. I’ve never come twice in one session before, not with my most skilled past partner, and not even after reading my favorite bookmarked scenes while wielding my most effective vibrator.
“Can you handle more, Ana? ”
Ooh, I really like hearing Derek say my name. I nod eagerly—probably too eagerly, but I’m beyond caring, and the men don’t seem to mind either.
“Then turn around and bend over the table.”
Oh. Oh! I’m surprised by how quickly I comply with his command, but after how they’ve made me feel, I’m pretty sure I’d do anything they asked right now.
I slide off the table—and let me tell you, things are very slippery—and turn away from them to face the wall of windows. My skirt is still bunched up around my waist, and the cool air in the room touches my bare backside, but it’s quickly followed by the grip of one big hand, then another, sliding over my hips, spreading me open. One hand continues to keep hold of me, while another slides up my back and presses my upper body down against the table.
“Do you want it down and dirty, Ana? Do you want to be worked hard?”
I recognize the voice as Derek’s, and I assume it’s him who’s touching me, but it could be both of them, and that thought has arousal dripping down my leg as I stand there, bent and oh so ready.
Nothing happens except a good, hard squeeze on my ass cheek, until I realize he’s waiting for an answer.
“I want everything you both have to give me,” I say with a long backward glance at each of them .
The warm hand smooths over my flesh, then gives my bottom a slap just hard enough to get more juices flowing. I have no doubts that I’m about to have the experience of a lifetime.
Behind me, the sound of a foil packet being torn open has me blinking in surprise. I was so caught up in the moment, protection hadn’t even crossed my mind. Thank goodness they’re prepared.
Another slap on my other cheek—this one followed by a soothing rub—has me arching my back even more and shifting backward, so eager for what’s to come.
Derek doesn’t tease me. The thick head of his cock nudges at my entrance, dipping into my wetness and rubbing back and forth. Then, he’s pushing inside, smooth and steady, and …thick! So thick!
It’s ironic that Jansen joked about finding out if they were a good fit for me, because Derek is, in fact, a very tight fit. He goes deep, too—so deep my eyes are bulging by the time his hips bump against my ass. Oof.
“That’s it, Ana. Get ready to take it hard.”
I stretch my arm across the table so that I can hold on to the other edge, but I can’t reach.
Derek pulls nearly out, then presses in again, faster this time, with a delicious friction. Out and in again, faster still. He tugs my hips toward him, holding onto me with two hands now, his fingers digging into my curves as he starts to pound into me.
“Oh god, oh god!”
He pulls me toward him with every thrust, the motion slamming me forward. Repeat, repeat. He’s hitting a spot deep inside that’s clearing my brain of any thought beyond the awareness of pure pleasure.
His steady rhythm drives me toward yet another orgasm, and I’m not even surprised at this point. It was an inevitability as soon as he pushed inside me.
I’m such a dirty girl, letting this man I just met fuck me, while his partner watches and waits for his turn. I’m a bad girl, letting this happen at a job interview, where I should be on my best behavior.
Unh unh unh! More pounding, and the thoughts leave my head as I go flying over the edge. “I’m coming! Oh god, I’m coming!”
Derek Brooks fucks me even harder, all the way through my climax and beyond, and then he grunts and stiffens, slowing his pace and somehow pressing in even deeper as his cock throbs inside my inner walls.
The conference room table is refreshingly cool under my heated skin, and I rest one side of my face against it as I twist to look back and catch a glimpse of Derek’s face. It’s contorted in what looks deceptively like pain, then for one fleeting moment, it registers bliss, before his features quickly settle back into their usual arrangement.
Jansen, meanwhile, looks agitated, his jaw tighter than it was earlier, his hair disheveled, as if he’s just run his hand through it. He turns away as Derek pulls out of me, spent.
“How’re you holding up, Ana?” Derek’s voice is ragged, and I’m thrilled to know that fucking me is what caused him to sound like that.
My own voice is thick when I tell him I’m good. Objectively, I’m a bit worn out from the way he just went at me, but there’s no way I’d admit that. There’s too much dopamine flooding my system right now for me to care, anyway.
Derek caresses my bottom for a quick moment before he steps away, then there’s the sound of a zipper, a quiet grunt, and different hands on my hips, sliding down the outside of my thighs, then back up.
Jansen’s fingers glide through my slick folds as another low sound arises from somewhere deep in his throat. Another foil packet opening, and I’m tingling with anticipation. A blast of cold air hits my back from a vent that must be overhead, but I’m oblivious to it as soon as Jansen’s cock finds my entrance.
I’m sure he can’t possibly be as big as Derek, but he quickly proves me wrong. He gives me another good stretch, and surprises me by setting a pace that’s slower and smoother than his partner. He moves in a way that allows me to savor each withdrawal; I’d swear I can feel the veins on his cock dragging along my walls each and every time.
His hand slides around to possessively clutch the front of my pussy, one of his fingers pressing against my clit, tapping it with each bump of his hips. His body curls over me, the heat of him surrounding me inside and out as he fills me with each unhurried thrust.
There’s an intimacy to it that I know I’m imagining. We just met—we barely met—and I’ll never see these men again, except in my fantasies, where I know they’ll make frequent appearances.
“Come again, Ana.” He accompanies his terse command with a few dazzling swirls of his hips and a light pinch on my clit, and it’s my pleasure, literally, to do as I’m told.
I come apart yet again, and this time I’m gratified when I realize Jansen is joining me. He groans just before his cock starts to pulse inside me. His fingers splay across my center as if to say, “Mine,” and he holds me tight as we both rock through our climaxes together.
I’m his for that one long moment, his forehead resting on my back after he’s spent, both of us catching our breath.
When he eventually pulls away, self-consciousness knocks again, but I tell it to go away. This was good—far better than good, actually—and I refuse to regret it, no matter how utterly ill-advised it was.
I could feel like these powerful men used me for their pleasure, especially with the way they took me from behind, not even looking at my face while they fucked me. But I used them for my pleasure, too, and if counting orgasms was a form of keeping score, I’d say I came out on top.
By the time I have the strength to straighten, both men have zipped up their trousers, making it clear that the fun times are over.
I find my lacy thong flung on a nearby chair, and I’m starting to pull it back on, when Derek poses a question that stops me mid-motion.
“So, when can you start?”