Sweat dripped her brow. She smoothed her skirt over her nylon-clad thighs. Slender legs led to fuck me pumps underneath a cream-colored business suit tailored to show off her every curve. She looked one last time in the mirror, tugging her brown curls. She tucked one behind her ear before walking out of the bathroom and down the hall towards Bruce Callahan’s office.
Her nerves were fluttering butterflies in her stomach, but she had to do this. She needed a new place to live after next week.
Walking past the blonde secretary popping gum, Lindsey sashayed into Bruce’s office, still amazed that he’d amassed so much wealth in such a short period. His black leather chair sat against a large ocean view window behind a large lacquer desk. Two smaller chairs sat in front of his desk. The walls to her left and right were bare, except for a bookcase that had several file folders scattered about.
“I’d rather be out there,” Bruce turned to face her.
“Wow,” she let out a breath. His pale skin and hair were gorgeous. His clean-shaven face was even more handsome, his rugged chin and sea blue eyes, captivating. Realizing that she was already damp between her thighs, she stepped cautiously forward. Unsure, she stumbled over the plush carpet, tripping only to catch herself on the back of one of the black chairs.
Her cheeks flushed.
“You okay?” He leaned over his desk, offering her a hand.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired. I was up late studying last night.” She smoothed her skirt again, fidgeting with the hem before sitting down.
“What can I do for you?”
Looking directly at him, she frowned hard. “Bruce, not even a hi? Or a hello short stuff?”
Bruce turned his head away from her.
“Do you hate me?”
“It’s a fair question, Bruce. You’ve avoided my phone calls, put me off, kept me away from your office and made me beg you to get this appointment. I practically had to cut class just to make it here.”
“I don’t hate you, Lindsey. You know better.”
“Then what’s the deal? I thought we were lovers.”
Lindsey put her hand over her mouth as soon as the words left her lips. “I’m sorry,” She leaned forward, even more heat rising. She was sure her cheeks were flustered now.
“I like your freckles,” he laughed.
“It’s not funny Bruce.” She pouted.
“You’re right. It’s not. And we are lovers. Always.”
Crossing her legs, she watched as Bruce stared open mouthed at her thighs.
“First, I know what you’re trying to do. It won’t work. Money and my sex drive are not the same.”
“Here’s to hoping that could change.” She winked and licked her lips.
Bruce turned a computer monitor towards her. “See this?”
Leaning farther over the desk, Lindsey nearly had to get out of her seat to see the tiny print on the screen. “Yeah. That’s my credit report.”
“That’s the report I pull for every prospective tenant before I even meet with them.”
“Yes. And that report looks clean.”
“It is. But you have very little credit history. For God’s sakes honey, you’re barely twenty-two years old. How much do you make an hour?”
“I’m in college and, wait. Why am I telling you this? You gave me that job at the coffee shop. You know where I work.” More sweat formed at her brow. She fanned herself with a hand.
He pointed to another figure on the monitor. “Your credit history isn’t very long. Running some numbers in another program I use,” he turned to the keyboard. Another program came into view showing things like income to debt ratio, average risks and other numbers Lindsey wasn’t familiar with.
He smirked. “You’re too high a risk.”
Her frown deepened. “Damnit Bruce, you can’t just do me this one favor?”
“Look Lindsey, you know how much I love you, but I can’t predict the future. What if a tidal wave comes and wipes out the island. What if you lose this job and can’t find another one, or you do and it’s closer to Houston. Then what? I lose my passive income. Besides, you don’t want to live out here while they’re developing. Prices are skyrocketing as it is. How are you going to expect to afford to stay here with an average rent increase of five percent a year?”
Lindsey shrugged her shoulders and slumped back in the chair. She hated her body for betraying her by getting wetter as she looked at Bruce. She hated her predicament too. It wasn’t her fault for being born almost eight years after him.
Her nipples tightened into little buds beneath her white blouse. Her body ached for him to touch her. The pool of liquid at her thighs seemed to be trickling down her leg.
“I’ll give you that date you’ve always wanted.”
Bruce glared at her.
Her lips curled upwards in a smile. “I’ll get that cute guy to come with us.” Bruce’s eyes widened. “You know that I know better.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I guess you’re right. I’m sorry to have bothered you, Bruce.”
“No trouble, babe. Bother me any time you want. Just don’t come looking for a place to rent from me until you’ve got a better paying job.”
Standing, Lindsey ran her hands down her skirt, smoothing it over her sticky thighs. Walking around the desk, she hugged Bruce, mad as she was. His large body enveloped her, making her feel safe, protected and loved. Beads of sweat slid down her brow. “It’s hot in here.”
“It’s just you, doll.” Bruce smiled.
With her body molded to his, she felt how aroused Bruce was. “You’re so tiny,” Bruce pointed out, shifting his weight so that she slid between his powerful thighs.
She glared at him. “Don’t remind me, you shit.”
Bruce’s arms slipped away from her. He turned, hiding a smile. “Get that grin off your face, damnit!”
The truth was, she wanted him. Bruce was so busy working all the time that he didn’t realize when Lindsey was sending him signals.
How many times had she lay awake at night and finger fucked herself to an unsatisfying orgasm? How many nights had she spent, covered in sweat thinking about Bruce’s soft touch and hard thighs?
Too many to count, she thought as she turned to walk out of his office.
Sighing heavily, Lindsey spun around, her curly hair whipping around in her face. Brushing away the lose strands, she parted her lips to speak.
“What?” Bruce had returned to his chair.
“I’ll give you a call in a day or so, all right?”
“Yes. Pleas do.”
Turning, Lindsey sashayed out of his office, shaking her hips with each step. Bruce didn’t seem to notice.
The sun was blinding as she walked outside. Lindsey slipped on a pair of shades. It was too humid outside. Bruce was right; she didn’t want to live on the island. Galveston’s weather fluctuated from hot to worse and made her hair curl tighter. She shouldn’t be sweating profusely after seeing Bruce. He was hot, all of 6’1 and hard in all the right places.
Of course, it was July in Texas. That could explain the heat.
Arriving at her car, she put the key in the ignition and slammed her hands on the steering wheel. The sticky vinyl creaked as she adjusted herself in the seat. Unsatisfied, frustrated and wet as a river between her thighs, she picked up her cell phone.
“Hello? Yeah, Lane? Lindsey here. I need a favor.”
* * *
A few days later, Lindsey primped her auburn hair and made sure her curls were just this side of cute. She applied eyeliner, lipstick and puckered her lips, making sure they were ever so soft and kissable.
Bruce would be here soon. She’d invited him over for coffee and to see her current shit hole of an apartment in Texas City. Hopefully he’d see that she wasn’t just some dumb twenty one year old hoping to mooch off a friend’s good luck. She really was trying to get out of this rat hole. And if showing him the holes in the walls, the empty food cabinets due to the fact that she’d saved up numerous paychecks just for a down payment on his property, and the fact that the abusive couple next door drove her mad with their fighting, didn’t convince him, she had a backup plan.
Her cell phone rang and she picked it up. “Hello?”
“Hi Lindsey. I’m on my way. I’ll see you in ten minutes.”
“Okay Bruce.” She flipped her phone shut.
Checking herself in the mirror one last time, Lindsey realized she was being silly. If she wanted Bruce bad enough, she only needed to go for it. He’d come for her.
Walking out of the tiny bathroom, she shut the door. Didn’t need Bruce to see her cluttered mess.
On second thought, Lindsey pushed the door open slightly. She intended on leading him down the hallway back to her tiny bedroom anyway. He was staying the night. She was that determined.
She walked over to the stereo, turned it on and switched the volume down. Picking up a lighter off the wooden table to her left, she went around the room and lit various candles, the scents of sandalwood and vanilla immediately improving her mood.
She grabbed a bottle of wine off the counter, hoping Bruce enjoyed merlot. Setting it down on her particleboard coffee table, she pulled the corkscrew out from underneath the couch. A cheap plastic pipe that reeked of resin sat beside the empty space next to the cushion. “How’d that get there?”
Probably the last stupid party she’d thrown. She was really going to have to give up a lot of her bad habits if she were going to impress Bruce.
She hated not knowing what his tastes were, but he’d been so cryptic about personal details over the years that it was difficult to anticipate his likes.
Other than fucking her brains out. That much she knew from the way he’d looked at her in the past. Except that lately he didn’t seem interested.
She glanced at the clock above the bar. Lane would be here in forty-five minutes. Perfect.
A knock at the door startled her. “Coming,” she yelled back.
Traipsing over to the door, she unlocked the bolt and started to open the door. “Shit,” she muttered and decided she was overdressed.
Reaching beneath her short purple skirt, she slid off her panties and tossed them down the hall. “Won’t need these,” she reminded herself.
Running a hand frantically through her hair, she opened the door. Bruce stood, his head tilted to one side. His blond hair feel over his shoulders, his blue eyes sparkled.
“What happened to your beard?”
“Not even a hi?”
“I’m sorry,” she backed away from the door. “Come in.”
“It smells pretty in here. Vanilla and—”
“Sandalwood,” she cut him off. “I’m sorry, I’m…” The scent of expensive cologne wafted towards her nose. He was already overwhelming. She felt Bruce’s warm palm on her shoulder. “Honey, it’s okay. This is just us, hanging out.”
“Right.” She looked at him standing in front of her, blue dress shirt and pleated khakis. Even his shoes appeared polished. “Except you’re overdressed.”
“Am I?” He cocked a brow and smirked.
“God yes!” Sighing heavily, she turned around, “Come on in. What am I going to do with you?”
“What do you mean?” She heard the door click behind them.
“Nevermind. Have a seat. Want some wine?”
Lindsey walked into her kitchen and stood on tiptoes, stretching her arms to reach the wine glasses in the open cabinet. Her midriff brushed the counter. “Eek!” she screamed when she felt the warm hand on the small of her back.
“Let me get those.” His fingertips were a whisper against her skin.
She turned around, stared into his tantalizing blue eyes. He didn’t know what he was in for, the poor bastard!
“Here we go,” he set them down on the counter. “Mind if I help you open the wine?”
“No, the corkscrew is,” she glanced around the kitchen quickly.
“In my hand. I picked it up off the table.” He turned away for a second before setting the corkscrew down. “Look,” he let out a breath.
“Yes?” It was hard to remain calm with him standing so close to her, but his arms wrapping around her tiny body helped. Her pert breasts crushing against his chest didn’t help the temperature of her body any.
Slowly, she slipped her arms around his waist, shudders running up her spine from his fingertips tracing patterns beneath her shirt.
Pulling back from their embrace, he held her at arms length. “No bra. Lindsey, what are you up to?”
A smirk crossed her lips. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on, Lashway. I know you better than that.” Wrapping both arms around Bruce’s neck, Lindsey stood on tiptoe, pulling his head toward hers.
Fingers gripping his tousled hair, her lips sealed over his. Muttering into the kiss, “You know what I want Bruce,” a hand caressed the small of his back before running up over the V of his shoulders.
He tasted of scotch and mint. Firm lips brushed against hers, biting her lower lip. She felt a hand groping her ass, squeezing her cheek.
“Mmm, no panties. I like that.”
“I knew you would Bruce. You’re such a whore,” she uttered again, running her fingers through his blonde hair. “Oh,” she felt herself being lifted onto the counter. Spreading her legs, she felt her skirt bunch up around her hips.
Bruce positioned himself between her thighs. “Do you have any idea how mad you’ve driven me, little girl?”
She looked at him, his eyes half open. The sparkle of lust glimmered brightly.
“Kiss me again,” she pulled him to her but he resisted.
“What do you want from me?”
“Bruce,” her tiny bud began to sweat. Her fingers interlocked around his waist and she pulled him to her. “Give me what I want.”
A soft press of her lips against his caused him to sigh, slowly. His body language, the way lust danced like flames in his eyes, told her that he’d bend to her will.
“Please,” she begged, her breath growing ragged now. Her breasts ached for his touch. Her taut nipples rubbed against the fabric of her top until Bruce reached out, cupping her tender flesh in his hands. Rubbing his thumbs over her sensitive flesh made her moan and he smiled.
Closing her eyes, she felt the buttons pop off her top.
Bruce’s hands crushed her breasts, sending shivers down her spine, signals racing towards her nether regions. A fire started low and deep in her belly, the urge to strip him and jump on his cock was nearly overwhelming.
Lindsey had to stick to the plan.
Stall Bruce long enough to get him buzzed enough to lower his inhibitions and control the situation.
His tongue darted between her lips, she sucked the organ inside her mouth, letting it roll around, feeling its velvety surface explore every nook and cranny of her mouth. The way Bruce kissed made her see fireworks as his hands pulled her into his large body. Her hands roamed the vast expanse of dark, taut muscle that made up his chest. Her fingers splayed over his nipples, bringing them to a peak.
Emitting moans into her kiss, Bruce tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth to his.
“What are you up to?” he demanded to know.
“Nothing Bruce, just…oh just like that.” His hips arched into hers and she cried when he pinched a nipple and licked her ear at the same time, “fuck me you little shit.”
His chuckle against her chest rumbled something low inside her. “Odd you calling me little.”
He pulled back. Looking into his eyes, Lindsey had trouble forming sentences. Her body was on fire, her pussy ached for his touch and several times his cock had brushed against the bunched up fabric barrier between her flesh and his.
Her thighs were so damp, so incredibly wet right now. Bruce could slip himself inside her and that would complete her, would sate her desire.
But she was losing her grip, her control over the situation. Her breathing picked up, lungs filling and releasing oxygen quickly, slowly and then quicker still.
His hands trembled against her flesh as they explored her thighs, the inner most portion of her skin just below her skirt. Lindsey looked into Bruce’s wanton face, saw the lust in his eyes and nearly creamed herself when he slid two fingers inside her sopping pussy. Arching into his hands, she felt the heel of his hand against her pubic bone as his fingers sank completely inside her, spreading her lips apart and learning her flesh.
Flames danced over her skin, starting low in her belly and spreading throughout her body as Lindsey shuddered, riding Bruce’s rough fingers. Her cries became louder, her fingers gripped his shoulders, nails dug into flesh and as sensation took over her thought, orgasm welled up like an ocean swelling, then it hit, like waves slamming into the shore, crashing against the rocks. Shaking, gripping, Lindsey jumped and locked her legs around Bruce’s waist, her muscles clenching together on his fingers as he hit her hot button.
Her breathing slowed, returned to normal. Lindsey wiped her brow as Bruce set her gently down on the counter top.
“Wow,” was all she could say. “That’s right. Now, before I give you what you want, tell me why I’m here Lindsey.”
She didn’t say anything. Instead, she looked away, closed her eyes, and then looked back at his cock, bulging beneath his trousers. A small wet spot appeared where the head of his cock rested.
Lindsey licked her lips. “What do you think I want, Bruce?”
Snaking a hand around the front of his pants, she fumbled with the zipper and watched Bruce close his eyes.
He hissed at the mere touch of her hands on his cock. Gripping the countertop, his knuckles turned white.
Her tiny fingers massaged his flesh up and down, his swollen member pulsing in her tiny hands. Bruce opened his eyes and stared hard at her. Through gritted teeth, “Are you going to do something with that?” His eyes were narrow, very menacing to anyone who didn’t know better.
Lindsey was playing with fire.
Yay for her!
“I intend on it, Bruce. But…” she looked at the clock above the stove. “It’s almost time for my surprise.”
“What are you ta–,” he started but she squeezed his cock and ran a delicate fingernail against the underside of his scrotum. He was shaved. Yummy!
The doorbell rang. Lane was here.
Lindsey slid off the counter, pushing Bruce away just enough to lead him to the door by his cock. Her skirt fell back into place and she managed to straighten up her top with one hand. “Come along,” she giggled.
Her breasts bounced beneath her top, nipples rubbing against the fabric. She moaned.
Walking to the door, she felt her slickness between her thighs.
“What are you thinking, you little shi—” His jaw dropped when she opened the door. His cock jumped in her hand when she gave it a little tug.
A tall, blonde stood in the doorway, dressed in tan shorts and a blue polo. His eyes sparkled arousal and his lips pouted just slightly.
“Lane, what a surprise. I didn’t expect you here tonight.” Lindsey glanced at the astounded look on Bruce’s face. She couldn’t stifle a laugh.
“Well, you know Lashway. I couldn’t drop by without checking on my favorite little whore. What’s this you’ve got in your hand?”
“He had a hand in the bush earlier,” she snickered.
Lane laughed. Pointing at Bruce’s cock, he smirked. “It figures. Has he had a chance to dip that beautiful thing inside the bush yet?”
“What’s going on here?” Bruce ground his teeth as Lindsey gave his cock another squeeze.
“You always had hot taste in men. Let’s see what fun we could have, shall we?” Lane pushed past them, slipping his beach sandals off at the door. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“As a matter of fact—” Each word came out slowly.
Gripping Bruce’s cock, she put two fingers to his lips.
His tongue darted over her fingers, slowly tasting each one.
Giggling, Lindsey glared at Bruce. “Hush.” She turned to Lane, “No I don’t mind. Lane, the more the merrier.”
“Oh goody!” Lane clapped his hands together. His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.
“And I am in control, right Bruce?” She gave another jerk on his cock. She laughed when the pleading look in his eyes became that of lust once again.
Lane dropped his shorts, unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of the pile of clothes to reveal a fully nude, tanned and well muscled build.
His cock sprang to life instantly when Lindsey shoved Bruce’s pants to his ankles.
Bruce’s cock hardened in her hands. His balls had become drawn up against his body as the cold air in Lindsey’s apartment circulated, but she led him over to stand in front of Lane.
“Why hello there,” Lane reached out, touching Bruce’s cock
Lindsey lifted up her skirt and dropped to her knees. Staring at both the luscious cocks, she took them both in hand, enjoying the velvety stiffness of Bruce’s cock compared to the almost rigid feel of Lanes. Licking her lips, Lindsey gave both cocks a tug, enjoying how Bruce’s scrotum drew against his body.
“So,” Lindsey looked into their eyes, both men’s mouths open partially, “Which gets my hot mouth first?”
Looking up into both sets of eyes, it became obvious that Bruce wanted her so much that he’d do anything to slide inside the warmth of her mouth.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I know what Bruce wants,” Lane reached a hand to cup Bruce’s balls, giving them a gentle squeeze that almost got a groan from Bruce.
Lindsey’s tongue laved the smooth flesh of his cock up and down once, twice. Popping his swollen head in her mouth, she sealed her lips tightly over his flesh and drew him out.
Bruce cried out, sighing heavily. His hands went to Lindsey’s shoulders. His hips jerked forward. “I can’t believe—ah yes. Just like that.”
Lane’s mouth locked onto Bruce’s.
Enjoying the feel of Bruce’s hands on her shoulders, Lindsey took both cocks in hand. Kneeling between them, she licked the head of Bruce’s cock, then Lane’s. Both men moaned but Lindsey focused her attention on Bruce. His cock flinched in her hands. Glancing up, she saw Lane’s tongue slide between Bruce’s when he tried to speak. Too bad, his body reacted first.
Reaching a hand around Bruce’s thigh, Lindsey pinched his ass. The muscle there was defined, sculpted hard and strong.
Slowly, his leg flexed before her.
Lane lowered them both to the couch.
All three sat down, with Lindsey in the middle.
Stretching her body over Lane’s, she lowered her head to Bruce’s cock. Breathing warm air on his skin, she watched goose bumps appear. His nipples tightened. Sweat was starting to form on his brow.
“I love this thing,” Lindsey mouthed.
“What thing?” Bruce asked.
His hands tangled in her hair. Stroking her shoulders, his caresses ran down her small frame to her ass.
She wriggled her ass, feeling the heat of Lane’s legs beneath her.
Lane spanked her ass, “Don’t forget, I enjoy blowjobs too!”
Lindsey sat up and straddled Bruce. Reaching for Lane’s hand, she placed his hand over Bruce’s cock. “Play with this for a moment.”
With eyes wide open, “Okay.” Lane responded.
He slid his hand up and down Bruce’s wet cock while stroking his own. His fist bumped gently against Lindsey’s ass.
“Give me what I want, Bruce,” she mouthed before leaning into a kiss.
Their tongues wrestled. Still tasting the wine in his mouth, she drew his tongue into her mouth. His hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples.
She cried pleasurably. Lindsey trailed a hand down her flat stomach and between her spread thighs. Heat from Bruce’s cock and her sopping pussy warmed her hand. The apartment smelled of sandalwood and sex.
Breaking from their kiss, Lindsey looked at Lane, stroking his cock slowly. With his head thrown back against the couch, she watched him pump himself and Bruce.
“Lane,” she paused just enough to bat Bruce’s hand away, “where would you most like your cock?”
Glancing at Bruce’s tight ass, he motioned with his head. “Bruce’s beautiful ass needs a good stuffing.”
“Lindsey,” Bruce protested, but a hand covered his mouth. The intoxicating scent of pussy filled his nostrils and he licked her hand.
“Do you know where I want this,” she gave Bruce’s cock a squeeze?”
“In your ass?” “Maybe later,” she giggled. “But I want you in my pussy. Can you show me how well you can eat me?”
All he could do was nod.
Sliding off Bruce’s lap, Lindsey lay on the floor, spreading her legs. “Come on Bruce, on your knees.”
Bruce stood, his cock bobbing proudly forward.
Lane stood beside him, the contrast of the two of them a hot sight to see. Lane was tall, thinner and tanned, his usually well kept dirty blonde hair a mess. His forehead was soaked in a thin sheen of sweat. Clean shaven all over his body, he looked like a male doll with a really big dick.
Bruce’s shaggy hair was also usually well kept, but it was longer than Lane’s by an inch or so. His 5 o’clock shadow came in, giving him a much older, more rugged look. His eyes didn’t twinkle, they glowed one big neon sign of lust.
His body was more defined than Lane’s, his stomach a washboard which Lindsey ran her fingers over.
Kneeling before her, Bruce blew softly on her thighs. Her nipples perked up, the hair on the back of her neck stood. Placing chaste kisses on the inside and out of her thighs made her tense. His large hands covered her legs, spreading them further apart. Blood flowed all the way to her hot cunt.
“Will you let him have what he wants, Bruce?”
Dipping his head into her shaved wet spot, his tongue pressed against her opening.
She moaned. Reaching for his head, she pulled him up with chagrin. “Bruce,” “Yes damnit! I want him to fuck me as long as I get to eventually be inside you.”
“I don’t have to be told twice,” Lane chimed in.
Lindsey watched Lane kneel behind Bruce.
Reaching out with both arms, he spread Bruce’s ass cheeks apart. Taking his cock in one hand, he covered his fingers with Precum and pushed his way past Bruce’s tight asshole.
Bruce’s face relaxed when Lane’s fingers invaded him. Sighing blissfully, Bruce lowered his head back between Lindsey’s spread thighs.
Just seeing down the line of her body was a sight! Bruce ate, lapping and sucking her flesh until she neared orgasm.
His ass tightened visibly and his groans became louder.
Lane pulled out his fingers and spread Bruce’s ass cheeks apart farther. Looking directly at Lindsey, he mouthed “now?”
On the verge of an orgasm, Lindsey’s head thrashed from side to side. “Yes Lane, fuck him.”
Lane thrust hard into Bruce’s ass, his balls slapping against the other man’s body.
Bruce cried out, his rigid cock bouncing against his belly. His tongue swirled around her pussy in circles, sliding in and out of her wet opening.
“Bruce, oh Bruce,” Lindsey moaned, “Lick more. To the left, just a little, oh god yes!” Jerking forward, his tongue brushed repeatedly over her clit, bringing her higher and higher.
With her body wound so tightly, she knew if she didn’t stop this just long enough to make Bruce surrender what she wanted, then they’d both come and she’d have to start the seduction all over.
“Oh yes, you have such a tight asshole,” Lane pounded against Bruce.
Lindsey loved the sight of two men. “Lane, wait.”
Lane’s thrusting stopped.
Bruce nipped her labia.
“Ouch,” Lindsey swatted his cheek, “Bruce you bastard!”
“Why’d you make him stop?” His breath came out in heavy pants.
“Because I want something from you.”
Lane slapped Bruce’s thigh.
Bruce grunted. Looking into Lindsey’s eyes, wanton lust showed clearly on his face. “What do you want, Lashway?”
“Pull out, slowly, Lane.”
Lane withdrew inch by painful inch until just the head of his cock was inside.
The pained look on Bruce’s face wasn’t enough for Lindsey. “Push into him, slowly.”
Gripping Bruce’s hips, Lane pushed forward. Bruce wriggled his hips back and forth, trying to shove Lane’s cock deeper in, but he was only able to get what Lane gave him.
“What do you want, Lindsey?”
She closed her legs around Bruce’s head, aware that he could smell her arousal. “I want that apartment.”
“Out of the ques—oh god damnit I love just where you hit.” Lane’s balls bumped Bruce’s ass.
Bruce grabbed Lindsey’s legs and spread them apart again.
Resting her legs over his shoulders, she crossed her legs behind his back, trapping him between her and Lane. “If you want to come, you’ll hear me out.”
All three of them were sweaty now. It had grown rather humid in the apartment. The fan kicked in, sending shivers though Lindsey.
“I want something too, Bruce. I want to come, but I can wait. I can go find a boyfriend.”
Bruce’s face flushed red. “You wouldn’t.”
Lane’s hips jerked into Bruce’s.
Bruce pushed back to feel the contact but Lane held his hips firmly.
Lindsey saw Bruce reaching for his cock and immediately forced his head down with her feet.
His face slamming against her pussy made her body spasm. She was so close. “Bruce, please,” she purred.
Bruce’s tongue laved her flesh. “Oh god,” he muttered, sending vibrations through her body.
“Please,” her voice dropped a note lower.
Lane ran his fingers over Bruce’s spine and cupped his ass. “Just give in. You can have all this, all the time if you do.” With a grunt, he thrust his hips upwards.
Bruce’s body jolted. “Lindsey,” he panted, “I’m so close. Let’s talk afterwards?”
The begging look on his face was priceless. “No.”
“Yes, your butt is oh so warm. And tight. And hurry up damnit! I wanna cum too!”
Throwing her head back in laughter, Lindsey forgot that Lane hadn’t gotten off either. “Just give into me, Bruce. You know me. Besides, if you do, I’ll not only let him finish fucking you, but I’ll give you a nice, soft and moist place to put your own cock. You do want to sate your own lust, don’t you?”
“Yes but damnit! It’s because I know—oh god,” he nearly choked on his words when Lane slammed into him.
“Fine damnit! I’ll sign the lease over to you tomorrow. Now fuck me,” he growled.
“Certainly.” Lindsey slid beneath Bruce and gave him a warm place to sink his cock.
Lane pulled out of Bruce’s ass with a pop. Reaching for pillows, Lane handed them to Lindsey for support.
Sliding them beneath her ass, she was now raised up at just the right angle for both men. “Fuck me, Bruce. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Bruce sank himself inside her. The feel of his steel cock drove her to the brink of pleasure.
“Bend over, bitch!” Lindsey’s commanding tone sent a shiver down Bruce’s spine.
Pulling out, Bruce knelt and waited for Lane. “You coming?”
“In just a second,” the other man snickered.
“Hurry up,” Bruce growled.
“Boys, both of you can get what we want.”
Bruce smirked. Bending over, spreading his legs, he waited. Lane took his cock in hand and gave one good hard shove into Bruce’s ass. Both men groaned loudly.
Lindsey arched her hips up to reach Bruce’s delicious cock. The feel of him plunging in was heaven!
The three of them established a quick rhythm. Screams echoed throughout Lindsey’s tiny apartment and a neighbor banged on the walls.
Ignoring the noise, the three of them fucked harder, faster, their bodies moving in waves like a sea of sex until Lindsey came first, orgasm rocking her body beneath Bruce’s.
Grunting, Lane shot his load deep inside Bruce’s ass and that sent Bruce over the edge.
His cock quivered and his body shook violently before firing his seed deep within her pussy. “Goddamn,” they echoed in unison.
* * *
The next day, dressed in a white top and blue mini skirt, Lindsey got out of her car and walked up the steps to Bruce’s office. When she walked in the door, he stoo, half grinning, half annoyed. The lease was in his hands.
“You’re mine if I give this to you.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “You mean you want a relationship?”
Sighing heavily, Bruce looked squarely at her. His 5 ‘clock shadow from last night was thicker now. He looked handsome standing before her in his black slacks and gray shirt. “That’s exactly what I want. It’s the only way I can keep track of you.”
Lindsey snatched the paper from Bruce’s hand and folded it up. With a large smile, she looked at Bruce. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she gave him a wet, sensual kiss.
“Done. Lane will be over tonight.”