Carly
I have the boys on my mind, and I am running late for work. The idea of a threesome has gotten me riled up enough that I spent more time in bed running my hands over my own body, imagining what it would be like if I had both doing it at the same time.
I get dressed with them in mind when I finally get up and realize how late it is. I wear dress pants and a blouse that traces my form perfectly. I have to play by the company rules, of course, but my clothes are far from frumpy. I noticed both of them looking yesterday, when the top buttons of my shirt had been undone, and I’d worn a skirt and heels.
And I want them to look. I want them both to stare, to ogle, to want me the way I am starting to want both of them.
I let my hair hang over my shoulders in loose curls, and I apply smoky makeup that makes my dark eyes look bigger. Red lips are always enticing, and I know they both have images in their minds of me sucking their dicks. I want them to remember that when they look at me.
I am being dirty. I’m thinking like a slut. And I don’t mind it, not today, not with them.
When I am about two blocks away from the office, my phone rings. Emma’s name flashes on the caller screen, and I groan inwardly. I’m not sure if I feel like talking to her right now. I’m in a good mood, and her and I haven’t exactly sorted out our differences yet. She is being a little bitch, and she hasn’t wanted to talk to me until now, even though I’d tried. I feel like playing the same game and not answering her calls, either.
I can’t do that, though. One of us has to give, and seeing that I’d done nothing wrong. I’m not going to be full of shit the way she is.
“Yeah,” I answer, not bothering to hide my irritation with her.
“Are you still at home?” she asks.
“I’m on my way to the office. Why?”
“I forgot my flat iron at your house.”
I frown, going silent for a while. She isn’t calling to apologize or talk it out, is she?
“When can I get it?” she asks when I don’t answer her. Is she going to leave things the way they are between us? Isn’t she going to try?
“I’ll be home much later,” I say. “Maybe six.”
“That’s too late. I need it before then.”
I’m getting irritated. The flat iron is more important than her relationship with me. We’ve reached a new low.
“You’re going to have to meet me halfway for a key if you want to pick it up earlier, Em,” I say. “I’m already late for work. I can’t turn back now.”
She hesitates. “Yeah, okay. Where are you now? I’ll meet you.”
I explain where I am, and we agree on a place to meet.
“I’ll see you in a bit,” she says and hangs up. I’d half hoped that she would ask to see me some time to talk about what happened, to fix our relationship. We are sisters, after all, and we’ve always been close.
Whatever her issue is with me now, though, she isn’t going to try to reconcile with me. Not today, unless she is planning on packing the little bit of time we’ll have when I give her my key. Which isn’t going to happen, if I know Emma at all.
When I park the car, Emma is already there. She gets out of her car and walks to me.
“Thanks for meeting me,” she says. She doesn’t lean in to hug me.
“Sure,” I say. I fiddle in the glove compartment for the spare key I keep with me. I hand it to Emma.
“Lock up when you’re done,” I say. “I’ll get the key from you when I see you again.”
She nods. I wait for her to say something to me, to suggest when we would see each other again. She doesn’t. She pockets the key and looks at me. She doesn’t look like she feels awkward at all. Usually when we fought, she looks tense and unsure. This time, she looks a little smug.
“When am I seeing you?” I ask.
Emma shrugs. “I’m not sure. I’ll call you.” She glances at her watch. “But I have to go, and I know you said you were late.”
She turns and walks to the car. I watch her get in, wave at me, and leave.
I get into my own car. Something is up. Emma is usually so quick to try and sort things out. Until she manages to do so, she is down and difficult.
She doesn’t look like any of that right now, even though we haven’t buried the hatchet from the other night. In fact, she looks like she is in a good mood. She looks like she is up to something. I just don’t know what that is. I know her well enough to know that it had to be something, though.
I pull back into the road to cover the short distance left to the office.
What the hell is Emma up to? She isn’t usually this calm when we got stuck. She is usually upset or cranky until we sort it out. Unless she was doing something that I don’t know about.
My phone rings and I answer.
“Where are you?” Kevin asks.
“On my way. I’m running a little late,” I tell him, feeling a bit nervous. I’ve fucked with him, yes, but he’s still my boss. And both he and Scott have been relying on me more and more. If I keep up at that rate, soon enough I’ll stop being a glorified secretary.
Which means I’ll be able to rub it in Emma’s face. I don’t like losing bets, even if they’re done in a fury.
“Don’t stress,” he says. “Just get your delicious ass in here.”
I smile when he hangs up. Kevin knows just what to say to make me feel wanted and dominated, all at the same time. He uses pet names now and then, but generally, even the way he acts around me is enough to make me feel like he is my boss in more ways than one.
God, and all of that is going to happen along with Scott, the most dominating guy I’ve been with so far. The way he took me in that storage room, ordering me around and fucking me whichever way he pleased… the memories make me shiver.
If I am going to sleep with them both, I know it is going to be a hell of a ride.
The morning flies by. I have a lot of work to do–I am still Kevin’s PA, never mind what else we did–and I don’t even get to think about anything dirty until lunch time when I have a chance to breathe.
“Are you headed out for lunch?” Kevin asks, popping his head out of his office door.
I shake my head. “I packed lunch.”
Buying lunch every day is a lot simpler than making food to take with me, but it costs so much more.
“Great,” Kevin says. “When you’re done, come to my office. We can catch up a little before we get back to work.”
I nod. My stomach tightens a little, and a thrill travels through me. I like it when Kevin asks me into his office to talk about things that are unrelated to work. I like spending time with him, getting to know him as a person. I’m not planning on dating–my dad had cured me of that long ago–but sex with a stranger is impersonal, and even though Kevin and I are just fucking, it’s nice to get to know him a little.
Besides, he is so fucking hot, and being around him always gets me thinking dirty thoughts. It’s convenient because it seems that he feels the same way.
And then there is Scott. Kevin knows that we fucked, and he seems perfectly fine with it. Not that I have anything to feel guilty about. I am a free agent, and I can fuck whoever I want to. But with the two of them pushing for a threesome, I guess it is normal for each of them to know that they’ve both had me.
And I don’t feel bad about that fact at all, either.
I like that I’ve been with them both. And I like that they want to take this to a new level. It is different than anything I’ve done before, but I’m up for a challenge.
I don’t know what it is about these two, but they seem happy enough to share. And that works for me. Oh, it really does.
Once I finish my food, I go to Kevin’s office. He beckons me in, and I close the door behind me.
Kevin gets up and walks to the full-length glass walls. He draws the blinds, creating privacy where there was none before. I am suddenly boxed into a space that seems much smaller. When Kevin turns around, it puts him right up against me. It is unexpected, and my breath hitches in my throat.
We’ve only been together once, and his closeness is still unnerving.
Kevin smells like cologne and desire.
“I can’t work with you all day and pretend that I don’t want to fuck you,” he says.
I shiver, a thrill running through me. Kevin places his hand on my neck, touching me lightly. He walks around me, stroking his fingertips along my collarbone, and it takes my breath away. It is the smallest bit of contact, and I’m getting wet.
When Kevin stands behind me, he kisses my shoulder, and I shiver. His arms come around me. With one hand, he cups my breast, and with the other, he cups my pussy.
A knock on the door makes me freeze. It opens a moment later, and Scott walks in, closing the door again. I taste my heart in my throat. If we’d gotten caught… I couldn’t think about it for long. Scott sees us, with Kevin’s hands on my body, and hunger fills Scott’s face. He walks toward me, and the way he comes toward us makes me think of a predator, stalking its prey. Or a predator that joined his pack mate to feast on a kill.
The kill is me in that image, and I don’t care at all.
When he stands in front of me, Kevin moves his hand on my pussy to my other breast, just before Scott presses himself against me. His cock is hard, and he gyrates his hips a little, pushing me back so my body presses against Kevin, his cock firm against my ass.
I gasp. Scott kisses me, his tongue slipping into my mouth almost immediately.
The kiss doesn’t last long, and as if they’d both agreed on it, they let me go and step away. I am out of breath, hot and wet and so turned on I can barely stand. Kevin walks to his desk and makes a space, pulling himself onto it so that he sits on the desk with his legs hanging down. Scott turns one of the chairs facing the desk, and they look like nothing has happened at all.
I am the only one that is unraveling.
“Come, sit down, Carly,” Kevin says, gesturing to the other chair. I walk toward them on unstable legs and lower myself onto the chair.
“When are we going to do it?” Kevin asks. His eyes are on me, piercing and so bright they look cerulean.
“Soon,” I say in a breathy voice. Scott smiles. He knows what effect they had on me.
Kevin nods, all business. “Tonight, I have something to do. A business dinner that I can’t get out of. Tomorrow night?”
Scott nods. “Works for me.” They both look at me. We are talking about fucking each other, all three of us, like we are trying to schedule a business meeting.
“Tomorrow night works for me, too,” I say.
“We’ll come to your place,” Scott says.
I blink at him. I am struggling to think straight. Blood is pumping to other places in my body, and talking about when and where seems so unimportant right now.
“Mine?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Kevin says. “We still have the investors to keep in mind, and it’s the least likely that paparazzi and the like will be watching there. We don’t need an article about this to leak because we got careless.”
I nod. That makes sense.
“Tomorrow night, then,” I say.