Chapter 11 - Maren #2
I deepened the kiss. His rough stubble grazed me, leaving the trace of a burn that soaked beneath my skin and set my insides on fire.
Each pass of my tongue made his breath stutter, coaxing my arousal to build and build until I could barely contain myself.
As if picking up on it, Ethan pulled me closer, his need matching my own.
The urgency grew, and he kissed me back with a hunger that stole my breath away. Raw intensity searing through my veins, I gasped when he pulled back to drag his teeth along my bottom lip, sucking it in until my fluttering moans melted the last of the hesitation between us.
His hands began to move, slipping under my sweater to coast along the smooth planes of my stomach. He shuddered. Or I did. Then I stumbled back until the edge of the table pressed into my thighs.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you like this for the longest time.” He brushed his lips against mine, and the feel of his hot, trembling breath made them tingle.
“Ethan… This is—”
“Perfect.” Miles appeared at my side. His shirt gone, the top of his pants undone. I could make out the unmistakable bulge there, and it sent my pulse racing. “This is all… just… perfect.”
He lifted my sweater over my head, taking my t-shirt with it, and bent down to press his lips to the dip in my neck.
My eyes fluttered closed, a ragged breath hitching when Ethan used his teeth to peel back the black lace of my bra, his mouth closing around my stiff nipple the moment my breast was free.
I arched into it, the dizzying sensation of their mouths, their hands…
all at the same time. I was breathless with want for it. Damn near desperate.
Miles left a trail of hot, sloppy kisses along my neck, sucking the tender spot just under my ear.
I was torn in two, overwhelmed by the breathtaking passion coming at me from all sides.
Because Ethan was still going, tugging my nipple between his lips then releasing it, soothing it again with his tongue.
Flicking, circling, drawing a luscious moan from deep in my throat.
“I…I’m—” I dropped my eyes and bit the inside of my lip. Jesus. I felt like I was seventeen years old all over again, getting naked with a really hot guy and having no idea what to do after that.
And this time there were two really hot guys.
“I haven’t… done anything like… this before.”
“Just follow our lead.” Ethan traced my waist, and I shivered when his flat palm skimmed the curve of my back. With his other hand, he popped the button on my jeans. “You want this, don’t you?”
All I could think of was his mouth on mine. How much I missed it now that it wasn’t there. His gaze pierced right through me, reaching into the depths of my most illicit desires and stoking them to life.
“You have to answer.” Miles took my hand in his and brought it to the hard-on straining in his pants. I stroked him firmly under his avid guidance, feeling him grow even harder under my touch. “Tell us you want this.”
I didn’t need him after the first few strokes and when he let go of my hand to grip the back of my neck, I slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers.
His fingers flexed, and I could feel the trembling there, just beneath his practiced restraint.
I gripped his cock firmly, and watched him rock back on his heels, jaw slack.
“I want this.”
The air between us pulled tight, silent aside from our heavy breathing and the sound of my zipper sliding down.
Miles fingers drifted into my hair and gave a light tug so my head dropped back. His mouth was on mine in a breath, tongue plunging into me with feverish urgency. He eased into the kiss, letting me match the pressure of his mouth as Ethan dropped to his knees in front of me.
His fingers hooked in the loops of my jeans and pulled them off, tossing them aside at the same time he shoved his face between my legs.
His hot breath sent a jolt through me and I let go of Miles’ cock, gripping the sides of the table when my knees gave out.
I gasped, shaking, and Miles’ hands shot out to steady me.
“You like that?” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips and edged me higher onto the table.
Ethan dragged a finger along the dampness of my underwear. “Oh, I think she likes it.”
I draped my legs over his shoulders, and something electric passed between us when he looked up at me. Quiet anticipation.
Miles reached down, his hand ghosting over my stomach then dipping in. His touch was salacious and brief, sliding all the way over my swollen clit before bringing his fingers to his mouth. Sucking my slick arousal from them.
“Look at you.” He licked his lips. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were showing off.”
I glanced at his erection. “You’re one to talk.”
A laugh rolled low in his chest, but it stilled as soon as I took hold of him again, stroking firmly while Ethan settled between my legs.
His lips brushed against the inside of my thigh, nipping lightly at times, then tenderly soothing it over with his tongue.
I brought a hand to the back of his head, curling my fingers through his hair as I guided him.
His heated kisses teased me to the point of frantic desire, and I rolled my hips in a frustrated attempt to get him where I most wanted him.
“So needy,” he whispered, and pulled my underwear aside.
Miles leaned over, one hand massaging my breast, while the other nudged my knee to force my legs a little wider. One look between my legs, and his pupils became so large they swallowed up all the color in his eyes.
His tongue came out to wet his lips. “I’m sure she tastes as good as she looks.”
Ethan hummed as he ran his flat tongue over my soft, pink folds, already wet with how much I wanted him.
Them. Oh, God. I tightened my fist in his hair, tremors starting up in my legs.
He worked slowly, searching. Consuming me.
Dragging his tongue all the way up and then, keeping pace with the movement of my hips, back down again.
He repeated this over and over, groaning against my core in a way that sent the most delicious vibrations through me.
The crest of each motion pulled a satisfied sigh out of me, and he rode the wave of my wordless approval.
“Fuck, Maren, you taste so fucking good.” He breathed the words onto me, causing an aching throb in my clit.
He passed his tongue over it, lightly at first, then flicking a few times with the tip before he closed his lips around my bud and took it in, sucking gently.
A long, drawn-out moan shuddered out of me, and I collapsed into Miles.
He cleared the table with one sweeping motion and lowered me all the way.
Ethan adjusted his position without losing pace, and so did Miles.
With a finger on my chin, he turned my head to the right so I’d face him. He held his dick firmly, and brought his swollen tip up to my mouth. “I want you to suck it,” he rasped. “I want to see how hot you look while sucking me off.”
The tip of his cock was already coated in the slick of his arousal, and I licked the salty taste of him with relish when he dragged it along my parted lips.
“You want it?” he asked, playing with me.
I nodded, a whimper getting stuck in my throat.
Miles nudged his tip inside, pulled out, and played with me again. “You want this, Maren?”
I moaned in disappointment when Ethan lifted his mouth from me, his dedicated fingers taking over where his tongue had stopped. My hips jerked under the change in pressure and pace.
“Tell him what you want.” His voice was thick.
I took a steadying breath to try and get my hammering heart under control. “I want to suck your cock.”
“That’s what I thought,” Miles said, and slid his throbbing hard-on into my waiting mouth.
At the same time, Ethan thrust two fingers inside my wet and aching pussy. “That’s it. Take him in all the way.”
I looked up and saw the way Miles gazed at me while I sucked his cock. Unbridled hunger. Raw, unrestrained lust. It made my pussy throb, and the way Ethan curled his fingers up to press firmly against my G-spot beckoned me closer and closer to the edge.
White hot fire pooled low in my belly, and every part of me tensed as my body was seized with shockwaves of pleasure.
Twice, three times, Ethan steadily uncoiled the knot in my core and, with Miles thrusting into my mouth, I finally found my release with a shattering climax that rippled through my entire body.
Miles sucked in a breath between his teeth and I eased up, releasing him with a smacking sound but only to trail my tongue along the underside of his cock while I played with his balls. The whole time, I quivered and jerked through the electrifying waves of ecstasy taking over me.
“Come on my chest,” I panted, arching my back to offer up my breasts for him.
His eyes grew wide, but there was no hesitation in it. Miles moved closer until I was jerking him off in just the right spot.
Ethan straightened, fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. His pants were next. I groaned at the sight of him, needing to feel his skin against mine. Wondering if he was burning up as much as I was. Realizing that even though my pussy still pulsed, I was nowhere close to being satisfied.
With a forceful jerk of his hips, a choked-up groan tore out of Miles and I felt his dick twitch in my hands. I kept going, stroking him until he’d spilled every last drop.
“Jesus,” he murmured, out of breath. A light sheen of sweat shone on his face.
I made eye contact with him and slowly dragged a finger through his come. I watched as his mouth dropped open, the way his eyes tracked the movement, from my breast all the way to my mouth.
He shuddered again, not entirely limp yet.
“You’re amazing.”
Ethan’s hands were on my hips, gripping firmly. “Yes. Yes, she is.”
He swept me into his arms before I knew it was coming, and shuffled over to the wall with my legs hooked around his waist. Umbrella softboxes and camera rigs toppled, but neither of us gave a shit. How could we?
He slammed me up against the wall with enough force to knock a startled moan out of me.
And then, without hesitation, he drove into me.
My pussy stretched to accommodate him, walls fluttering with the remnants of my last climax and the anticipation of another.
He wasn’t bigger than Miles by what I could tell, but his girth was surprising. He felt so. fucking. good.
While Ethan thrust into me again and again, his hot breath in my neck, low voice telling me how good I felt, I couldn’t help thinking about something Miles had said on the day I interviewed for this job:
“It’s often the things we least expect that end up surprising us in the most incredible ways.”
And this definitely qualified.
I clung to his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex and contract with the urgency of his movements. He was smooth and strong, everything I thought he’d feel like.
“Look at what you’ve done,” Miles said, tucking a wayward lock of hair behind my ear. His hand lingered on my jaw. “You’ve turned him into a real mess.”
Then he guided my mouth to Ethan’s, and we met in a bruising kiss that left me more breathless than before. Not hurried, just hungry. Ravenous. Both of us flailing for as much of the other that we could grasp.
“I got your message. What’s the emergen—?”
Miles spun round. Ethan froze. All three of us stared at Adrian, who wore the most wicked grin.