Satisfied 2X Page 6

  “Ohh,” she moaned. It felt good. Too good.

  Drew pulled her slit wide, guiding her into Hunter’s strokes. She started rocking her hips while her inner walls squeezed. Hunter’s fingers picked up rhythm. She was afraid if she opened her eyes it would all be over, or it would be a dream. The spell that had fallen over them would break if she looked them in the eyes.

  She gripped their hands while her climax climbed higher.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” Hunter coaxed. “Fuck my fingers.”

  “She’s so wet,” Drew groaned. “So fucking perfect. Like velvet honey.”

  She let out a sigh when she felt fingers slide inside her. She didn’t know who was who anymore, only that she was open wide for them while they brought fire to her pussy with eager pumps, that gifted her ecstasy one thrust at a time.

  Hunter leaned over the table, dropping her palm. He squeezed her breast in his hand as he crashed his lips to hers. Drew kept one hand between her legs as he moved behind her. He pushed the fabric of her dress aside, exposing her nipple. It perked in the cold. He sucked it between his teeth.

  “Oh God,” she mewed softly.

  Hunter’s kiss deepened. He nipped at her lips before his tongue slid along hers, twisting and moving as his fingers toyed with her clit. She’d wanted to know what it would be like to be kissed by him. It was more than she imagined.

  Drew’s mouth was hot and wet as he sucked harder on her nipple. He pushed her leg wider and then she whimpered when his fingers pushed inside her at the same time as Hunter’s. They were thick together. The heat was unbelievable. Drew’s lips on her breast. Hunter’s tongue thrusting in her mouth.

  Their fingers fucking her with fever as she bucked under the dining table. The candlelight flickered in front of her and the wine glasses sloshed wine as the movements became more frantic. As they began to take her body to a beautiful place. Each one in his own way.

  “Dessert?” Drew asked.

  “Absolutely.” Hunter twirled her around and placed her on the table.

  She felt the world turn upside down he spread her legs and dove between her folds, licking and lapping at her juices.

  Drew’s mouth fell on hers. He kissed her, twisting her nipple between his fingers.

  She began to pant wildly when Drew broke the kiss.

  “Let me taste her,” he groaned.

  Hunter kissed the inside of her thigh before switching places with his best friend. He knelt on the table, taking her tit in his mouth. Drew pushed her knees far to the side and began to devour her pussy.

  “Oh God,” she cried.

  Hunter kissed her and she tasted her own scent on his tongue. They were insatiable. Licking and sucking until she felt the climax start to take over.

  It came crashing down around her. The orgasm came out of nowhere, taking her by storm. Slashing through her body. Pouring through her blood like molten rain.

  She came hard in Drew’s mouth, while her palms slapped the table with powerful jolts. She didn’t know how to steady herself. How to accept the pleasure. It was overwhelming. The waves spilled through her as the storm reached its peak in her core before the rain turned to a gentle mist and soothed her body.

  Her eyes opened and Hunter stared at her with complete lust and maybe something else, but she had to be imaging it. There was no way he cared about her. But it was just like the dream she had. Drew between her legs. Hunter hovering and watching.

  “Oh shit,” she whispered.

  “Good girl. He pressed a kiss against her throat.

  She fought for breath as they moved their hands from her body. Hunter covered her breast with the stretched fabric of her dress and took his seat. Drew wiped his mouth with a linen napkin and helped her from the table, handing her panties to her. Hunter poured another glass of wine and sat next to her.

  Alison tried to slow her pulse. She was speechless. The orgasm was still numbing her limbs. The world was suddenly a new place. It was brighter. Hotter. Wilder.

  “Dessert was delicious.” Drew smiled wickedly.

  Hunter laughed. “My favorite flavor of pussy.”

  Alison stared at the flickering flames on the candelabra.

  “Should I check on the flight for tomorrow?” Drew asked.

  “Sounds good. I think the pilot should have everything set, but not a bad idea,” Hunter answered.

  She sat between them, trying to gain her balance. Trying to make sense out of what they had done. How amazing she felt. How the room was still spinning. How they acted as if it didn’t happen. As if they hadn’t just licked her raw on the dining room table.

  Alison placed her palms on the table. She needed space to think. She needed air that wasn’t filled with this much testosterone.

  “I think I’m going to go upstairs. I’m going to my room and make sure Douglas packed everything,” she announced.

  They looked at her.

  “Everything ok, sweetheart?”

  She looked in Hunter’s dark eyes and then at the sparkle in Drew’s.

  She nodded. “Mmhmm. Good night.”

  “We leave at seven,” Drew called after her.

  “Before you go…”

  She turned around at Hunter’s words. “Yes?”

  “There is always another deal, sweetheart. Consider this to be our offer. Dessert every night.” He winked.

  She nodded slowly, praying they didn’t see how the words made her shiver with want.

  Alison managed to make it all the way to the banister before her knees wobbled and she had to grab the railing before she fell in a puddle on the floor.

  Fifteen

  Alison

  She looked out the window. It was the first time she had flown on a private jet. Alison tried to push aside the flutter in her belly every time Drew or Hunter glanced at her. Last night could be explained by too much wine. Or testing her sexual limits. Daring herself to do something she never thought she was capable of, but it had to end there.

  She hated them. Or at least that’s what she kept telling herself. Only, she was free now. There were no excuses to make. She had chosen this Vegas trip on her own.

  “Champagne, ma’am?” The flight attendant lowered a chilled glass in Alison’s direction.

  “Thank you.” The bubbles floated to the top of the flute.

  “Comfortable, sweetheart?” Hunter looked up from his laptop briefly. Ever since they had taken off from Chicago he and Drew had worked non-stop.

  Alison was irritated by her fascination with them. She listened to how they answered phone calls. How they made quick negotiations and decisions. How they consulted each other before moving on to another deal. It was hard not to be mesmerized by them. They were smart. Decisive. Gorgeous. And after last night she discovered they had skills that were equally as impressive.

  She took a sip of the French champagne. It was expensive just like everything else they offered her. Her gaze drifted to the clouds again. From up here, life seemed peaceful. As if there was nothing chaotic in her world. As if she could float through clouds with two sexy men and it made perfect sense.

  But it didn’t make sense, and it never would. Drew and Hunter had flipped her life upside down. She had barely slept replaying their hands on her body. The moans she made. The way she exploded under their commands.

  It had been her decision to let things go as far as they did. She invited them between her legs. She had called them to her lips and breast. She wanted that orgasm like nothing else. She was the one who had all the control last night. They had given her the kind of power she didn’t know she could have. It was exhilarating.

  This morning she wondered if it had been a fantasy she concocted. Some kind of strange syndrome that developed because she lived under their roof, but it felt real. It felt incredibly erotic with them under her spell.

  She bit her lip, twisting it under her teeth. Would it happen again? Did they want her that way? To share? It made her panties wet thinking about it. She felt the warmth on he
r nipples as they tingled with the memory.

  “Alison?” Hunter jarred her. “Are you comfortable?”

  “Umm, yes. Everything is fine. I’m very comfortable.” She clutched the champagne, hoping it would cool her.

  “Good,” Drew added. He typed furiously on his keyboard.

  She had brought her sketch pad with her for the trip. She had spent the week working on the final touches for the design concept. She liked having something tangible in her hands. There was something about creating it herself without the help of a computer.

  In a perfect world, she would be drawing all the time. One day she’d open a studio. Until then, she used her art in the business world. Logos. Letterhead. Websites. She put her skills to use any way she could to make money.

  Unlike Leo, she wanted a career that didn’t involve lies or cheating. He had made her cross more lines in the name of money than she could count. As soon as she was done with HiTech Global, she was going to leave Chicago. Leo would never pull her back into that old life again.

  The cameras came out of nowhere.

  “Hunter! Drew! What is the big announcement for the conference?”

  “What do you plan to tell the shareholders tomorrow?”

  “Who is your friend?”

  Alison’s head whipped in one direction and then another as the reporters threw out questions in the lobby of the Rapture Resort. She held up a hand to protect her eyes from the constant flashes.

  Hunter stepped in front of her, shielding her from the barrage.

  Drew’s hand slipped in hers as he whispered in her ear, “We’ve got you. Just keep walking and we’ll be in the penthouse in just a minute. They’re just curious.”

  She plastered a smile on her face and walked, feeling steady with his hand in hers and Hunter keeping her protected from the mob of reporters.

  “What surprises do you have?”

  “Any big concerts this year?”

  The reporters followed them to the gold elevators. Hunter grinned. “You’ll just have to see tomorrow. Thanks for coming out. We have big news for you tomorrow.”

  He waved as the doors closed.

  “Oh my God.” Alison felt the breath she had been holding escape.

  “You ok?” Drew asked.

  She nodded. “I had no idea it was going to be like this. Do you deal with this all the time?”

  Hunter chuckled. “When we are together or have press events. We seem to have a way of drawing a crowd.”

  She realized Drew was still holding her hand. She didn’t let it go.

  The doors retracted and deposited them in the penthouse suite of the Rapture.

  Alison’s jaw dropped. She’d never seen anything like it in her life.

  Hunter walked to the bar. “I think our first day in Vegas calls for a celebration.” He poured a round of drinks and handed one to Alison and then Drew.

  “What should we toast to?” Drew asked, holding his glass in the air.

  Alison felt the heat of their stares fall on her. She was at a loss for words. They had a way of making that happen. Being around them lately made her feel like she had so much to learn about herself.

  “To a mutually successful weekend.” Hunter winked.

  Drew laughed. “In every way.”

  Alison knew she was blushing. “Yes. To your happy shareholders. And to as many donations as we can get for the foundation.”

  She sipped the vodka before choking. It was straight. She stared at Hunter. “You didn’t add a mixer?”

  “It’s Vegas, baby. We drink the most expensive liquor there is. I’m not going to ruin it with watered down soda.”

  The elevator chimed behind them. The valet entered the suite with two brass carts full of luggage. Drew handed him a hundred and sent him back to the lobby.

  “You’re a generous tipper,” Alison complimented him.

  “I’m generous in a lot of ways.”

  “I’m sure.” She stepped around him, reaching for her bag. “I think I’ll find my room and change.”

  “We have a working lunch meeting in half an hour, but we’ll be back in plenty of time to take you to the cocktail reception. Douglas packed something short and elegant for you,” Hunter explained. “Wear it.”

  Alison felt her back stiffen. “You don’t trust me to choose my own clothes?”

  “It’s not that he doesn’t trust you.” Drew walked next to her, brushing the hair from her shoulder. “It’s that he likes it when he can see your legs. I do too.”

  “Maybe I want to wear pants,” she smarted. She didn’t know why she was suddenly testing them.

  Drew leaned toward her ear. “But we can’t do what we did last night if you’re wearing pants.”

  Alison swallowed hard. Shit. What was he doing to her? Her nipples were tight buds, straining under her lacy bra.

  “That was a one-time thing,” she whispered.

  Hunter strolled to her other side. His hand found her hip. He tugged the suitcase from her hand. His palm slid against her ass, cupping it.

  “You don’t want to come like that again?” His fingers curled around to the inside of her thigh and she held her breath. The side of his hand pressed between her legs, firm against her heat.

  She whimpered.

  Hunter’s lips coasted over her neck. “I asked you something. Do you want to come like that again?”

  His hand rubbed between her legs, pressing into her jeans.

  Drew tipped her chin toward his mouth. He had undeniably kissable lips. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. She wanted to know what it would be like to kiss him too.

  “We can make you come so many times, you’ll lose count,” he tempted her. “Just say it.”

  Her mouth collided with his as his firm lips melted into hers. Her hips jutted forward as Hunter continued to massage her heat.

  “Say it,” he demanded, pulling her from Drew’s lips and crushing her with his own. His tongue thrust inside her mouth and she threw her arms around his neck. She nodded, mewing out her yes.

  Drew stepped behind her, wrapping his hands to the front of her waist. He unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them over her hips as Hunter kissed the hell out of her.

  “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Your ass is beautiful.”

  She didn’t expect her panties to be peeled to the floor, but Drew was on a mission. Hunter’s fingers immediately slid between her folds, flicking her clit.

  “Ohh,” she whimpered.

  “You like it?” he asked.

  She nodded. It was exquisite the way he possessed her.

  Suddenly she felt Drew spread her cheeks as he knelt on the floor behind her. His tongue was pressed against her ass. She jumped, but his hands held her hips while Hunter worked his fingers back and forth.

  She relaxed as Drew’s tongue explored her backside. She couldn’t believe it. Did he want to lick her there? She groaned, realizing it felt amazing. She’d never had a man lick her in that sensitive spot. But the tight ring of muscles felt like a circle of electricity as Drew toyed at it with her tongue.

  Hunter’s kisses were everything. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth as he sucked and bit at her lips. She was losing all control.

  She lifted her arms in the air as he pulled her sweater off her chest and over her head.

  “Your tits are so damn perfect, sweetheart.”

  Her bra was the last item of clothing to fall to the floor. She was standing in the suite naked, sandwiched between them while Drew was on his knees behind her, and Hunter’s fingers coaxed her to rock her hips back and forth.

  “I want your ass, Alison.” Drew’s voice was husky behind her.

  She moaned.

  “Have you given it to anyone else?” he asked.

  She looked in Hunter’s eyes. He towered over her.

  She shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

  Hunter looked as if he could devour her on the spot. “No one has had that sweet ass of yours?” he asked in disbelief.


  “I’ve never even thought about it,” she admitted. “No one…it’s never…” She was embarrassed.

  They twirled her between them so she was now facing Drew on his knees. She looked down in his bright blue eyes.

  “I’m sorry I’ve never had anyone there,” she apologized. She knew they were more experienced than her. She felt inadequate.

  Drew’s eyes blazed like sapphires on fire. “Don’t ever apologize. You just said the words I needed to hear.”

  “I did?” Her chest rose with relief.

  He nodded. “I want it, baby. I want to be the first man inside you.”

  “Oh God,” she whimpered. Her knees wobbled with the idea.

  She didn’t know what to do. What to say. Before she could answer, he buried his face between her legs, plunging his tongue between her slit, lapping and sucking at her honey.

  She hissed with pleasure. She pushed herself in his face, abandoning dignity. It felt too fucking amazing too care what they thought. Drew was overcome with intensity. He threw her legs over his shoulders. She leaned back into Hunter’s chest.

  Hunter wrapped a hand around her chest, plucking and twisting a nipple between his fingers. She bucked wildly.

  The familiar buzzing started in her core. The storm was brewing.

  “Ohh, I’m going to come.”

  Hunter’s other hand moved along her back, before sliding along her backside to that new sweet spot of sensation.

  “Come hard, sweetheart.” He held her so Drew had the perfect angle to sink his tongue inside her pussy.

  Just as the storm was about to rain down on her, she felt Hunter’s finger breach the ring of muscle. There was an electric surge and then he was inside her ass, pumping his finger in and out of her while Drew pried her wide, flicking and sucking her clit.

  She thrashed between them, riding the winds and the lightning of the storm. Hunter’s finger was foreign and taboo, but it felt so good. Too good.

  She rocked back into it, sending it farther into her ass and then jerked her hips forward, getting the full heat of Drew’s tongue in her pussy.