She’d just have to make her peace with that and enjoy every minute they shared as much as possible.
Inhaling harshly, Cole removed himself from between her lips then let out an awed laugh. “Damn, you’re good.” He lowered his satisfied gaze to where she pressed her saturated thighs together to keep from squirming. “I think Wendy’s earned a bonus this Christmas. Don’t you agree, Des?”
Chapter 5
Des eyed the pouty lips of Wendy’s pussy revealed by her crotchless teddy as he twirled the peppermint stick. Oh, what he could do to her in that getup.
What he would do.
He gripped her elbow and helped her to her feet, then escorted her around the desk to his chair. She sat, still looking shell-shocked, and he bent to lay a soft kiss on her lips. He could taste both of them there, him and Cole, along with a hint of mint. As irrational as it was, he wanted to kiss her until Cole’s flavor disappeared, until he was the only one he detected on her lips. “Legs up on the arms.”
Wendy snapped into action, doing as he asked. She glanced down at herself in wonderment at how fully she was opened to them and up at him with a half-smile that lit her amber eyes. “Your chair is really comfy.”
He laughed and pulled the garland off of her neck before winding it around her legs and the chair arms. Luckily it was extra-long and stretched across her belly like a glittery belt. “You look good in it.” He tugged her breasts over the scalloped top of her teddy. Her nipples were rosy pink, as flushed as her cheeks. God, it turned him on when she blushed. “You’re incredibly gorgeous.”
Rather than answer, she rocked her hips. Just that movement sent wetness trickling down her slit and he groaned, mesmerized by the sight. He knew just how good she’d taste too.
She shocked the hell out of him by cupping her breasts in offering as she shifted to encompass Cole with her gaze. “A girl has rights you know.” Her voice was as airy as a caress. “I was promised a Christmas bonus and I’ll go to my union rep if I don’t get it.” Another rock of her hips. “Now.”
Smiling, he leaned down, making her lean up for his mouth. Their teeth bumped in their urgency, but when her tongue tangled with his, he groaned his delight. He’d happily die right there.
He lifted the candy to her and she sucked on the tip, looking straight at him. His balls pulsed with the memory of exactly how good that felt and he shook his head. She was torturing him intentionally. In another second she’d be deep throating a candy cane, for fuck’s sake.
Cole moved closer, reminding Des of his presence. Not that he’d forgotten he was there exactly, he’d just sort of blocked him out. His best friend sank his finger into her pussy and growled in appreciation. “Ready to ride, baby?”
Though Cole spoke to Wendy, he glanced back at Des. Silently questioning.
She dragged her tongue up the underside of the cane, her lips faintly tinged red. “You know I am.”
Des took the candy stick from her and acknowledged her whine with a laugh. Then he slipped it in his own mouth, sliding it up and down before he knelt between her parted legs. She was so pink and wet, so swollen with longing. He wanted her more than he wanted to breathe. But rather than sliding his already insistent cock into that tight, waiting sheath, he circled the candy cane over her cleft while she gasped.
“It burns a little,” she whispered, but from the way she was writhing, she didn’t seem to mind.
He ran his tongue around her where the candy met her skin, worrying her opening with his tongue, flicking teasingly as she grew wetter. She drove both hands into his hair, yanking him down to her groin. Unabashedly asking for what she craved. He nuzzled her, sucking her clit, occasionally licking the candy. Pressing his cool tongue against her heated flesh.
Her moan announced that Cole had joined in. He filled his hands with her
breasts, squeezing them so roughly that her nipples reddened and stood out like hard little knobs. When her cries crescendoed, Cole kissed her hard, his tongue wetly sliding in and out just like Des worked her quivering pussy.
Her pants sliced through the din of noise in his ears. Somehow he heard his name, though Cole managed to stifle most of her cries. In no time at all she was coming against Des’s lips, pulsing her release into his waiting mouth.
Jesus, she was delectable. He needed more. He slipped his tongue in deeper, thrusting through her incessant aftershocks. She was even sweeter now, chilly and hot both, and her spasms wrenched a groan from him that reverberated all the way through his newly rigid cock.
He didn’t move away until she ceased moving entirely. Her sexy body in motion was a lovely thing, and it was just as beautiful still. Her huge eyes were half-closed, and a smug smile lifted the corners of her mouth as Cole tweaked her nipple and whispered in her ear.
His best friend stepped away and dressed quickly, throwing a jaunty wave over his shoulder on his way out. “Best Monday ever.”
Des looked back at her as she giggled. “Y’all are crazy.”
“And there goes the southern fucking accent.” With a mock groan, he set aside the candy cane—he intended to enjoy eating every damn bit of it later—and clutched his chest. “All I gotta hear is one more Des in that satisfied, I just came voice and I swear I’ll ruin my goddamn rug.”
She inched her butt forward, loosening her flimsy bonds on the arms of the chair and cupped his face in her hands. “Des,” she whispered tenderly.
The amusement on her face vanished as he knelt like a statue, not saying a word. Her palms felt like heaven on his stubbled cheeks and he longed to reach up for them, to hold them there while he moved forward and surged into her sweet body.
Where he belonged.
Screw the ethics that kept him rooted in place as if nails in his heels pinned him to the floor. Hell, he was fooling himself anyway, wasn’t he? Sex acts still counted as sex. Still could be perceived as taking advantage. He was no better than a guy like Gerald. Worse even, because he’d tried to dominate Wendy instead of allowing her to decide how far she wanted to go. Offering her an escape wasn’t the same as making sure she didn’t need one.