I wouldn’t wait anymore.
I knocked on her door and awaited a response.
“Come in.” I groaned. Her voice even, so soft and bell like. I couldn’t stand it.
Inside, she was sitting at her desk, wearing a light gray dress with thin straps. Her silky-smooth arms exposed. Her body was flawless, I wondered what she did to keep her hips so round and stomach relatively flat. I liked something to grab onto, something soft to press against me. She was soft everywhere.
“Hello, would you like to join Logan and I for lunch?” I leaned against the door frame, and she turned and smiled at me with an odd look, then smiled softly.
“Yes, I’d love to. My first time being able to be here all day and I get a lunch invite?”
“Yep. We like to treat our people well around here.”
She stood up and flashed that sweet smile of hers as she grabbed her purse. I swallowed and made way for her to walk past me. She smelled like she showers in fucking berries and vanilla extract. I almost went weak in the knees, dizzy from her scent. I followed her hips as she walked out the door, not looking away until Logan was there.
He made small talk as we got in the limo to take us to lunch. I was glad Madeline came early today, apparently, she didn’t have class or work on Fridays. I stared at her for most of the drive over as she talked to Logan. He was a lot better at pushing his desire aside and being a normal person. Me? I was mute.
We sat down in a private booth of a fancy lunch place. We came here every once in a while. We ordered and told them not to disturb us. Madeline sat at the end of the circle booth, and we sat on either side of her. We inched closer to her, until our legs were trapping her just like before.
She sat up straight, the crease of her ass and thigh getting tighter in the dress she wore. I shot Logan a look, and he nodded once before sipping his drink
“How do you like the job so far, Madeline?” It was the first time I hadn’t called her ‘Miss Jackson,’ but she didn’t protest.
“It’s…” she paused when my fingers trailed up her knee, not stopping until I reached the hem of her dress, “good. I like it.”
Logan closed his hand over her other thigh, dangerously close to her sex. I felt her stop breathing for a second, then she looked around nervously.
“No one can see us.” I whispered in her ear, then kissed the hollow beneath her ear so softly she shuddered in response. Then, she nodded ever so softly.
I knew Logan was the type for this. I wasn’t patient enough and I lacked basic self-control. I gripped her thigh and spread her leg open a little farther then Logan’s hand disappeared and she bit her lip to stifle any noise.
We had waited long enough, and I was jealous, but I would take this for now. Just watching her give in to her pleasure, watch her let go. I wanted more.
Seven: Madeline
My flesh burned from their touches, and I decided to stop resisting my urges. I couldn’t keep fighting off the lust that grew more potent each day. I wanted them both since the moment I met them, and it was impossible for me to resist them anymore. Logan was a professor at my college, so if anyone found this out I would be in big trouble, but somehow the rational part of my brain had shut down.
Jake pushed aside the plates and food, making some space on the table. He grabbed my waist and dropped me on the wooden surface, claiming my mouth as he worked on the buttons of my dress. I moaned into his mouth and pressed against his erection, my desire pooling on my panties.
“I can feel just how wet you’re through our clothes. You want us that badly?” Jake muttered and pressed his lips against mine again, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth.
His hands on my now naked shoulders set my skin on fire. Logan sat beside me and helped Jake slide the upper part of my dress down, leaving me naked from the waist up.
“No bra. Just perfect,” Logan muttered and covered my breasts with his large hands. My nipples rose to meet him, turning into two hard, sensitive nubs that begged to be touched.
“You taste perfectly,” Jake said. “I’m dying to know what your pussy tastes like.”
I cried out and rubbed my core against him, urging him to get my clothes off me. Realizing what I wanted, he pulled the dress down and threw it aside.
“You’re so sexy, Madeline.” Logan kissed my neck, creating a sizzling sensation that burst through my body. His soft lips opened, allowing his tongue to play with my sensitive skin, and the pleasure became something I could barely handle. It was intoxicating and turning me into a hot mess.
I slid my hands down their chests, reveling in the feel of their sculpted muscles beneath my palms, and reached their crotches at the same time. Their groans mixed with my moans when I groped them both, impatient to get them inside of me.
“You’re driving us crazy,” Jake muttered and pushed me down. He bent my legs and placed them separated at the edge of the table, stepping in between them. He ripped off my panties and pressed them against his nose, inhaling the scent. Oh my. “You smell so damn good. Now, let’s make you feel amazing.”
Before I could even say anything to that, he brought his fingers to my mound and thrust them inside of me, bringing me mind-blowing sensations. Logan claimed my lips as Jake pumped me hard, and my juices poured out of me in unceasing waves, covering Jake’s fingers. I was quickly lost in the intensity of their touches, growing wetter with each rough thrust.
Logan’s fingers played with my nipples as he kissed my neck, and all these simultaneous sensations brought me too quickly to an orgasm more powerful that anything I’d ever felt. I repeated their names again and again as the pleasure ripped through me, but before it could end, they switched places.