“And if I choose to stay?” she asked him.
“Then you get both of us. Separately, together, however we wish it, any given time when work doesn’t interfere. This won’t work like Jesse and Terrie’s relationship, or James and Ella’s. Devril and I share, Tally, consistently, regularly.” She looked around the office then. “Do you guys ever do anything sexual outside the office?” she asked.
“If the opportunity presented itself,” Devril said. “Unfortunately, you were hiding this past weekend. It limited the choices.”
Her gaze flickered to Devril a bit nervously.
“Come on, baby, unbutton the blouse,” Dev asked her then, rather than ordering her. “We’ll begin here.”
Chapter Nine
Tally barely controlled the trembling of her fingers as she pulled her blouse free of her skirt. She kept each movement seductive, sedate. Excitement raced through her body, but that was no reason not to enjoy the experience. She had no idea what they intended and the jittery excitement that caused was making her uncomfortably aware of her entire body. Especially the area between her thighs. She was wetter than she could ever remember being during a sexual situation and it was close to frightening.
As the hem of her blouse cleared her skirt, she cast them a teasing look from beneath her lowered lashes. They were hot, horny. Their faces were flushed with arousal, their eyes brimming with it. She loved it. It was her greatest challenge, controlling these two men.
She began loosening the buttons slowly, watching as their eyes followed each movement, their hands clenching into fists as they fought for control of their own desires. Electrified excitement raced through her veins. Anticipation built in waves of sensual awareness as she performed the daring, taunting little striptease.
She had worn only a demi-bra beneath her blouse; the sheer navy lace did little to hide the gold hoops that pierced her distended nipples. With her shirt unbuttoned, very little would be hidden from their gazes.
They stood side-by-side now, only a few feet between them and her as the last button slid free and the edges of her shirt parted. She watched them closely, aware of the sexual tension, the blistering aura of energy that seemed to leap from them and surround her.
She had been with two brothers before, she had no fear of the experience to come, but there was something different about Lucian and Devril. Some intangible something that caressed her flesh with ghostly fingers and denied her the ability to refuse them.
She was experienced but she wasn’t promiscuous. She was nearly thirty years old and well aware of her power as a woman, until it came to these two men. With them, she felt as nervous, as shaky, as a virgin facing her first lover.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” Devril said as they approached her.
Tally held herself carefully still as the two men came along each side of her. They towered over her, her head barely clearing their chests, making her vulnerable, making her aware of her femininity, the weaknesses of her smaller body. It was a feeling she wasn’t accustomed to.
“Come here, baby.” Lucian pressed her head against his chest, holding her there as his other hand followed Devril’s and pulled the side of her blouse from the swollen flesh of her breast.
Both men groaned heavily as they revealed the prize they had sought.
“How beautiful.” Lucian sighed as the backs of his fingers smoothed over the curve of her breast while Devril cupped the other in his worker’s hands.
The heat of Devril’s palm seared through the lace of her navy demi-bra while Lucian’s calloused fingers caressed the engorged nipple of the other. As the hardened little nub became more sensitive, the weight of the gold ring became more pronounced, tormenting her with the light weight of it.
She fought to keep from panting but she could feel the light film of perspiration gathering on her forehead. The tremors of arousal were becoming harder to still with each passing minute. She could feel her control threatening to crumble and fought it with every breath she took.
“So cool and controlled,” Devril murmured, a shade of amusement coloring his voice as his lips lowered to her shoulder. “How long can you keep that control, Tally?” She closed her eyes, awash in sensation, in pleasure, as Lucian adjusted his stance, his hand still cupping the back of her head, his own head lowering.
She whimpered when his mouth covered her nipple. She couldn’t hold back the sound, or her own pleasure. His tongue played mercilessly with the weight of gold, his mouth drawing on her flesh deeply as Devril followed suit with the other mound. She was caught between them, a feast of sensuality to their lustful appetites.
Tally clenched her thighs tightly together as the twin mouths worked at her flesh, consuming her, feeding from hard, erect nipples, licking and sucking as she arched into their touch, her body flaming with arousal. Intense pleasure bombarded her senses with the need to be taken. Her pussy was flaming, burning with hunger, demanding fulfillment.
She shifted between the two men, searching for relief as she fought back the pleas, the deep moans of surrender. She needed to be touched, taken.
“Damn, Tally, you’re killing me,” Lucian groaned at her breast as Devril suddenly took the responsibility of holding her upright.
Lucian’s mouth left her breast, his tongue giving it a final lick before Dev pulled her against his chest and lowered them both to the chair behind him. His hands covered her breasts, his fingers rasping her nipples, pulling on the gold rings as Lucian knelt before them.
Tally watched him through dazed eyes. Behind her, Devril was breathing harshly; his head lowered to her neck, his lips and tongue caressing her flesh with devastating results.
She fought to breathe as Lucian began to push her skirt over her thighs. Devril aided him by lifting her, adjusting her on his knees until she was spread out before Lucian like some sensual offering to his lust. His hands caressed her legs, her thighs, as he pushed the skirt to her hips, revealing the navy lace thong that covered the bare, plump lips of her pussy.
She drew in a hard breath as Devril spread her thighs with his knees, opening her for Lucian’s pleasure as she stared back at him in dazed fascination. She fought to steel herself, to prepare herself for his touch, but when it came it was like a blow of hard pleasure straight to her womb.
His fingers did no more than smooth over the damp triangle of fabric as his lips parted, his tongue licking over them slowly.
“You’re wet, Tally,” Lucian whispered roughly.
“It would seem so,” she quipped, fighting back the guttural moan rising in her chest.
He grinned, his eyes flaring with amusement at her catty tone.
“You are such a bad girl,” he whispered as his thumb located the small ring that pierced the hood of her clit.
“Really?” Her breathing was jerky, her voice hoarse. “So what are you going to do about it?”
Lucian chuckled, his hot breath caressing her moist flesh with the sound.
Tally jerked in response, her eyelids fluttering closed as pleasure overwhelmed her.
“Are you going to tease me all day or do something?” She was not panting, she assured herself. Controlling her breathing was becoming more difficult by the second, though. She was growing weak, dazed. The sensual teasing of Devril’s hands on her breasts, his fingers tugging at the rings as his lips caressed her neck, was bad enough.
But Lucian, kneeling between her thighs, his fingers slowly removing the damp thong, was almost enough to send her over the edge.
“I’m going to do something,” Lucian whispered. “I’m going to make you scream, Tally.”