Handy Men, page 5
A hand raised her face. “Open your eyes, baby girl,” Jeff said softly.
She hadn’t known she’d squeezed them shut, but she opened them at Jeff’s urging, He was naked, his cock thrusting from his groin and near enough she could almost lick it.
However, he wanted to play. He gripped himself and ran his hand up and down his shaft. “Want some of this, do you?”
She nodded eagerly.
He gripped the base and slapped her cheek with his dick.
She wasn’t proud. She turned to capture it with her mouth, but he moved away. Again he slapped her other cheek and she glared up at him.
Casey slammed her from behind, his belly spanking her buttocks as he increased the speed of his back-and-forth motions.
Her mouth slackened and Jeff slid his tip inside.
Jostled forward and back, she tried to suck hard to hold Jeff with her lips, but he stood just out of reach so that her mouth ringed him when Casey drove forward, but pulled away when Casey retreated.
It was frustrating, but she understood their goal. Heat built in her core, causing an almost painful, desperate cramping. Her breaths came in soft gusting sobs.
Casey changed the angle of his thrusts and butted against the base of the dildo stuck in her ass, forcing it deeper each time he muscled forward. He must have signaled to Jeff because his partner cupped her face and forced her jaws wider. Then he thrust into her mouth, crowding deeper with each stroke.
She moaned and clamped her mouth around him, sucking hard because she needed to draw him into her, needed release from this heavy fullness, this drugging abandon that was stealing her mind, her will.
Casey’s hands parted her buttocks, his strokes shortened, sharpened. Just when she was sure she couldn’t take it another second, she heard, “That’s it, baby. Let go. Let go. Come for us!”
And she did, flying apart, spasming so hard on the bench it bucked beneath her.
Jeff hissed between his teeth then blew, and thick, salty spurts hit the back of her throat.
She sucked them down, drawing on him like a fat straw, unwilling to let up the pressure because Casey was still hammering her from behind.
As he shouted, there was a moment when she felt suspended in the air, and then her feminine channel convulsed, pulsing around his shaft. She quivered and cried, begged silently for it to end, to be held, and then her arms were freed, and she was pulled from the bench.
Strong arms enfolded her, cuddling her against a broad chest. She clung to Casey, wiping her tears on his skin and hiccupping until her breaths evened out.
A kiss landed on her forehead, and she blinked to find Jeff squatting beside them on the floor. His smile was soft, his gaze tender. “You were amazing.”
She sniffed. “Fuck you.”
Casey snorted and tightened his arms. A hand gripped her hair and pulled back her head. His gaze raked her face. “We’re not settling for a weekend.”
Something she needed to hear. Still, that pesky voice of reason told her it was ludicrous to even consider his demand. “Just because your dick’s happy, doesn’t mean this is a good idea,” she said snidely.
“You get a potty mouth every time you get pissed?”
“I get pissed whenever I have a dildo crammed up my butt.”
“Happen often?” Jeff quipped.
She rolled her eyes.
“I mean it,” Casey said. “We’ve just started. I think this will work.”
Pamela dragged in a deep breath, trying to still the quivering gasps still shaking her body. “I’m thirty-eight years old,” she said, her voice thick with tears.
His features softened with a smile. “A slow learner. I’m okay with that.”
She shook her head but couldn’t stop the little grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth. “The dildo?”
“I don’t know. I like the thought of where it’s stuck right now. Truth be told, I’m a little jealous.”
Jeff laughed. “You two are gonna be the death of me.”
Pamela arched an eyebrow at Casey then they both swung their glances Jeff’s way. “Sounded like a challenge to me.”
“Yup. Good thing we’ve all the time in the world to make it happen.”
Epilogue
Three months later, Pamela signed the last documents authorizing the new manager access to the bank accounts. Andrew sat across her desk, his cheeks florid with rage, but the deed was done. He’d caved at last, after she’d threatened to sell her half of the business for a dollar to a business rival. Everything had moved swiftly after that. She’d made sure of it.
She had incentive—“the boys” had something special planned and had set a deadline for her to be free and legal.
The bank VP signed his approval then turned to the new manager. “Everything’s in order. Congratulations.”
Pamela pushed up from her desk for the last time. She’d decided to take a step back and play silent partner for a while. Maybe for good—if she liked playing Suzy Homemaker as much as she anticipated. “I hope you enjoy your new office.”
When she left the room, Andrew followed on her heels. “Pam, this is crazy. I can’t believe you’d leave. You’ve poured your heart and soul into this business.”
She halted and glanced back. “You’re wrong, Andrew. I poured my heart and soul into you, but you threw it away. It’s time for me to move on. You should be happy. I know Heather will be ecstatic. I’m out of the picture for good now except for an annual audit. Have a nice life.”
And she almost meant it. Her old resentments and sorrow had faded, soothed by all the masculine attention showered on her every day over the past few months.
The elevator chimed. She turned toward the sound and the two strapping men who stepped into the corridor. Instantly, she felt lighter, happier. Casey and Jeff were dressed in business suits because they’d wanted to make the best and most emphatic impression on her ex—a little boost for her ego before she forgot Andrew ever existed.
She gave both men a wide smile and lifted her cheek for pecks from each.
“What’s this?” Andrew asked, his voice deepening with suspicion.
“My lunch dates.”
“What?”
She didn’t have to look back to know that right about then his face was turning purple with outrage. “Yeah,” she said, gifting both of her “trophy” men a blissful smile. “My boyfriends. One for each arm.”
Casey offered her an arm. Jeff crooked his elbow as well. Then, clutching both of them, she gave a peal of laughter as the guys hustled her into the elevator.
When the doors slid shut, she blew out a deep breath. “That went a lot smoother than I thought it would. And your timing was impeccable.”
Jeff jabbed at buttons on the elevator panel. “Think we can get this thing stuck between floors?”
“Only happens in movies,” she said, unable to wipe a silly grin off her face. She hadn’t felt this level of elation in years.
Casey grunted. “The parking deck’s plenty dark. You do mean to give this place a final ‘fuck you’ before you leave, right?”
Pamela giggled then glanced at both their expressions. They weren’t kidding. She bent double as laughter bubbled over.
“It was a good move, getting her to walk away,” Jeff said. “Now we just have to convince her she needs a couple of roommates.”
She covered her mouth to stifle another laugh. Maybe she was getting hysterical. “Mr. Johnson would have a heart attack.”
“Sweetheart,” Casey drawled. “Mr. Johnson has a powerful set of binoculars.”
Her head shot up, laughter stilling in an instant. “Noooo!”
Jeff chuckled. “We made his day last night.”
“His freaking century,” Casey muttered. He pulled her against his side and tipped up her face. “Happy, baby?”
“Happier than I ever thought I could be.”
His kiss was short but urgent.
The doors slid open. Pamela darted away, running deep into the shadows, their footfalls pounding behind her. Before she’d reached the darkest corner of the garage, Casey pulled her into his arms. A hand rucked up her skirt. Jeff slid in behind and tugged the band of her underwear, tearing it away.
With the sounds of cars speeding by in the distance, Pamela leaned into Casey for a searing kiss. When they drew apart, she reached for his zipper and jerked it down. Behind her, the scrape of Jeff’s echoed against the concrete walls.
Casey cupped her bottom and lifted her, and she spread her legs, making room for both men to slide inside, something they’d practiced often over the past weeks, until they’d gotten the necessary choreography down for the men to “share” her completely.
She kissed Casey’s jaw to ease his grim expression as he and Jeff worked their way inside her pussy in slow, grinding increments. As always, she whimpered at the burning stretch.
“No regrets?” Casey whispered, an inch from her mouth.
She gripped his shoulders and held on tight as the men raised her up and down their shafts. “Only that I didn’t meet you both years ago.”
“Might have ended up in jail, sweetheart,” Jeff chimed in, his voice rasping like sandpaper.
“Would have been worth it,” she groaned.
“We’re never letting you go,” Casey said, his crystal gaze boring into hers. “Just so you know.”
Pamela reached behind her and slid a hand behind Jeff’s head, hugging him, and then closed the distance to meet Casey’s mouth. “Just so you know, I’ll hold you to that promise.”
As the two men turned up the heat, forcing her up and down, faster and faster, she grinned. “Maybe we should send Andrew a thank-you card,” she panted.
Jeff and Casey laughed then pressed closer, kisses sliding over her cheeks and mouth.
Pamela whimpered as hands roamed her sides and one slid down her belly to circle on her clit. Her orgasm built, winding tighter and tighter. “Oh God, Casey!”
“Not yet…fuck, not yet,” he whispered in her ear.
“Speak for yourself, bastard,” Jeff growled.
Tires squealed, lights flashed, but Pamela didn’t care. “Don’t you stop, not now!”
“Get a fucking room!”
That’s all it took. She screamed as both men lunged inside her, pushing through her rippling inner walls.
When at last she lay limp against Casey’s chest, the two men withdrew. Jeff first, zipping up, then lifting her into his arms while Casey stuffed his cock back into his trousers.
“But what about you?” she asked sleepily.
Jeff’s chest shook beneath her cheek. “Sweetheart, the best is yet to come. We’ve got big plans.”
Cradled against his chest, she glanced over his shoulder at Casey who followed only paces behind them. He gave her wink then a quick flash of white teeth.
Pamela shook her head, trusting in a bright future she’d never expected. Who would have thought a handful of misplaced screws could bring a woman this kind happiness? Her heart was filled to the bursting point with love for her two “handy” men.
She snuggled deeper into Jeff’s arms and extended her hand toward Casey, who caught it and pressed a kiss into her palm. No, life couldn’t get any sweeter than this.
But then it did.
“How’s Paris sound, sweetheart?”
About the Author
Delilah Devlin dated a Samoan, a Venezuelan, a Turk, a Cuban and was engaged to a Greek before marrying her Irishman. She’s lived in Saudi Arabia, Germany and Ireland, but calls Texas home for now. Ever a risk taker, she lived in the Saudi Peninsula during the Gulf War, thwarted an attempted abduction by white slave traders and survived her children’s juvenile delinquencies.
Creating alter egos for herself in the pages of her books enables her to live new adventures. Since discovering the sinful pleasure of erotica, she writes to satisfy her need for variety—it keeps her from running away with the Indian working in the cubicle beside her!
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