Unwrapping Holly

Pinned between Lincoln and Donovan, my dirty little mind wandered. A year. A whole year! And in that time…

In that time, all four of our lives had radically changed.

Donovan’s wasn’t just doing well, it was actually thriving. So many clients had come over from Crunch Time that they were on the brink of going out of business, or so was the word on the street. Brody and Donovan had moved into this wonderful studio apartment, and I spent half my nights here as well. The nights I wasn’t spending over at Lincoln’s, anyway…

“Holy shit,” Donovan groaned. “Watching you fuck her like that…” he sighed. “I’m gonna lose it.”

“Then lose it,” said Lincoln, drilling me even harder from behind. “I’m hungry.”

I would’ve laughed, if I actually could’ve. As it was, I was far too busy.

I still can’t believe it’s been a year…

Aside from the gym doing unbelievably well, business on Lincoln’s end was booming also. Or should I say our end. Through our combined efforts, we’d expanded his marketing firm into two satellite offices — one in California, and one in New Jersey. The west coast office gave us the opportunity to travel, which was proving to be a lot of fun.

“Ahhhh, screw it…”

Donovan grunted loudly, holding my head steady as he finished hard, down my throat. He’d held off for a while, actually. He and Brody had been screwing me off and on for the past hour, even after Lincoln announced he was going to be late.

I sucked him dry, draining him completely. Eventually he withdrew, his expression dreamy and sated, before finally pulling on his clothes.

“Get in the kitchen,” Lincoln instructed, without missing a beat. “Make sure the kid doesn’t—”

“Yeah yeah,” said Donovan, still breathless. “I got it.”

He left the room, giving us the entire bed to stretch out on. Lincoln pushed me forward and turned me on my side, flipping my legs together so he could enter me that way.

God it felt so good…

“I guess you couldn’t wait, huh?” he teased, sawing in and out of me.

“I tried to tell them,” I shrugged. “But they—”

“That’s okay,” Lincoln smiled. “I’ll still take what’s coming to me.”

I sighed and lay back, hooking one arm beneath my knees. Pulling them up gave him a deeper, better angle. It also felt amazing.

“I love this part,” he said, his voice going thick. “When you’re all wet like this. All used and ready and—”

I lost the rest of whatever he was saying, as the intensity of my own orgasm crashed over me. I let it take me, washing me in and out like a powerful tide. Grunting and moaning into the nearest pillow, even though there was no reason to be quiet.

“You’re incredible you know,” said Lincoln.

“Oh…” I gasped, still clawing the sheets. “I know.”

“It’s one of the reasons we love you so much.”

I rode out the tail end of my climax with the biggest of unchecked grins. Squeezing down hard, I waited until I felt it… until Lincoln was flooding my pussy with his own hot load, before I finally answered him.

“Mmmm… baby, I love you too…”

A few minutes of afterglow later, we were back in the loft’s main area. Donovan had just finished setting the table as Brody pulled everything off the stove.

“You’re lucky you finished,” joked Donovan. “Because you know we’d eat without you.”

“Oh I know,” said Lincoln, helping himself to a beer from the fridge. The others already had theirs. “I’m well aware of your ‘starting without me’ record.”

“Yeah, well you were late, so…”