They move faster, muscles clenching and rippling and masculine grunts filling the room along with my soft moans. The heat of the room grows, and sweat trickles down all three of our bodies. Brock leans over me, his lips and teeth nipping at the back of my neck, his tongue tasting the sweat from between my shoulder blades as he buries his cock balls-deep up my ass. His hand takes Seamus’s place in my hair, tugging my head back and then coaxing me forward, pulling my lips up and down Seamus’s cock.
“Suck him nice and deep, baby,” he groans. “Take that cock all the way down like a good girl, there we go.”
Pleasure explodes through me, and I know I’m leaving a fucking puddle on his desk as his cock and his fingers push me higher and higher. Seamus’s hands both cup my breasts, teasing and twisting my nipples as he starts to fuck my mouth. They’re all-consuming, completely dominating, and have me pinned across the desk melting in the filthy heat of it all as they demand the climax from my body like I’ve never felt before.
And they’re about to get it.
Everything dims, and my body winds tighter and tighter, burning hotter and hotter until I know I’m going to explode at any second.
“You gonna be a good girl for us?” Seamus hisses, groaning as I swallow his head into the back of my throat. “You gonna be a good girl for two guys and fucking come for our cocks? You want to come for us, beautiful?”
“Come for us,” Brock hisses, thrusting into me over and over as his fingers roll over my clit. “Come for us right fucking now, you naughty little bad girl. Come for that big cock in your mouth, and come for mine so I can fill this tight little asshole with every drop of my cum.”
They thrust into me together, and with Seamus’s fingers pulling at my nipples and Brock’s pinching my clit as his cock drives ball-deep in my ass, it’s too much.
And suddenly, I explode.
The orgasm takes the breath from my lungs as it thunders through me like a hurricane. I scream, twisting and writhing and shuddering as wave after wave of climax rolls through me. Seamus grunts, pulling his cock from my lips and stroking it in his strong hands as he roars. I open my mouth hungrily, my tongue catching the first thick rope of his cum before I wrap my lips around his head and suck.
Brock bellows, and he pushes his cock all the way up my ass as he suddenly throbs deep inside of me. I can feel his heavy balls pulse against my pussy, and then there’s the filthy, naughty feeling of his hot cum spurting into my ass. Over and over again, the both of them just keep coming, their fingers pulling another climax from my shaking, trembling body before I start to go limp between them.
Slowly, they pull out of me. And suddenly, it all goes from raw and filthy and rough to something sweet, and tender, and loving.
The both of them are holding me, carrying me between them as their lips tease over my neck and my face and my lips. We stumble over to at the bourbon-colored soft leather couch against the far wall and collapse into it, filling our lungs with air.
We sit there quietly, all three of us shaking, me sitting between them. My hands slide into one of each of theirs, fingers entwining. Seamus kisses me first, soft and slow and deep before he pulls back. I turn to Brock, kissing him as well. By now, I know how they’re both different, and yet how they’re so alike. But it’s the kisses that really differentiate them. Both kiss me their own way.
And both blow my mind every time they do.
…Just like they have for a long time now.
“So,” Brock growls, cupping my chin as he kisses me softly. “What’d you figure out the last two weeks, Inspector Healy?”
Chapter 7
Noelle
“You two are terrible, you know.”
Seamus snorts, grinning at me. “What do you mean?”
“I mean are you fucking kidding me with the interrogations all afternoon? What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?”
“What? It had to look real.”
“Uh-uh.” I wag a finger, giggling as I playfully shove Brock’s hand away as it creeps up my thigh. “You two just wanted an excuse to play bad bosses all day.”
Seamus grins. “Maybe.”
“I think you owe Herb and Megan an apology.”
Seamus makes a face. “How about we just give them both three times the bonus we were going to?”
“Works for me,” Brock grunts.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, that and an apology. At least a quick one?”
Brock sighs dramatically. “Okay, fine.”
“Thank you,” I purr, turning and running a finger over that perfect jaw of his before I kiss him.