Along for the Ride

Her eyes opened, Cal was standing next to them, looking down at her face, his expression intense.

“Her pussy is on fire.” Jason gasped. “And just look at those breasts.”

Cal’s hands moved, closing over her distended nipples, pressing between her body and Jason’s. He plucked the sensitive flesh of each knotted nipple between his fingers. Georgie cried out, her whole body in spasm. Jason was moving more rapidly, coming near to his release. But she wanted more of Cal. She gripped Jason’s shoulder and arrested his movements.

“Wait,” she whispered. “I want to move.”

She pressed him from her and turned her body to kneel on the sofa, her breasts pressed hard up against its velvety surface. Jason cursed beneath his breath, pulled her hips toward him, and thrust deep inside her again. His body flexed and bowed, his hands grasping at her shoulders as they came back toward him, her body arched. The pause was enough to lengthen his stamina, and he began, again, to plunge, long, deep, and hard.

Georgie’s fingernails sank into the velvet when each movement jolted bouts of pleasure through her whole body. She grabbed onto the gold braid with one hand, pulling against it to give her body support as her hips swayed and reached. Her head lifted. She was looking directly at Cal, her eyes locked with his.

Sheer abandonment flooded her. She breathed his name, her mouth open, panting. He moved closer. She had them both. Her hands slid down to latch over his belt. She rode another thrust, and then stripped the belt open, pulling at the buttons, freeing his cock.

Her mouth was wet, her breath panting, an inarticulate voice crying out each time Jason ground into her from behind. Her mouth enclosed him, wet with lust for his hardness.

“Georgie, oh, dammit ... yes.”

He gave a groan of surrender, his hips reaching toward her mouth. Then his hand grasped for her, and he pulled her head back by her hair.

“Georgie ... I must see you!” He spoke from between clenched teeth.

He wanted to see her for his painting, yes. But Georgie couldn’t let him go. She was feeling very greedy. She wanted his cock as well as Jason’s. Her hand closed on his shaft, and her eyes locked with his. The cock mirrored so perfectly the arc inside her that her fingers drew on it in time with Jason’s lunges. She felt the grip of Jason’s fingernails in the soft flesh of her hips, and the close, hard manipulations of his cock as he came near his peak. When the rhythmic jerks of his cock whipped free inside her, she felt her response, the building of heat, the release of weight from her womb.

“Cal ...” she moaned, her eyes half-closing. The heat was building up inside her, forcing her hips to ride and flex without reason.

Cal’s body moved quickly against her hand, thrusting, unconsciously demanding its own release. When her head went back in the heat of her climax, Cal’s fingers sank into her matted hair and he came, right across the skin of her throat and breasts.

* * * * *

Georgie was still lying against the headrest of the sofa, dozing, when she felt the sensation tickle her skin. Sleepiness fought it off repeatedly, until eventually she wakened enough to turn her head and see what it was. Cal was crouched over the exposed back of her legs, a paintbrush in his hands. When he sensed her movement, he turned to her and smiled.

“Georgie, forgive me for waking you ... but I couldn’t resist.” His hand swept the length of her legs. She frowned against sleep and flexed her legs. Only then did she become fully aware of Jason’s sleeping body, close beside her on the sofa. She glanced over and saw the uplighter standing by the easel. That indicated Cal had been busy working. For how long?

It was late evening. She looked back at him. The paintbrush in his hand directed her to the back of her knees. At the edge of the soft, responsive skin there was a tiny painted kiss in some kind of slick, dark pigment. Georgie moved her legs for a better view. Jason stirred against her, his head lifting from her shoulder.

“How adorable ... but will they come off?”

“They will, although perhaps we should get Jason to tattoo them there, permanently.” He grinned. “I intend to lick these off myself.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry; it’s cherry brandy.”

“Oh, you’re such a tease.” She was looking up at him longingly. She wanted him, oh, how she wanted him. He bent down to place his open mouth over the brandy kisses, just as Jason’s mouth stirred against the back of her neck.

Two men. Two gorgeous, sexy men. Life in the city had turned out to be a dream come true.

Chapter Three

Gregory Sutherland took a seat where the receptionist indicated, picking up a copy of Gentlemen’s Review from the table on one side as he did so. The Jordan Publications offices were every bit as swish as one would expect them to be. This was the HQ of the UK’s leading daily tabloid and a number of other associated publications such as the Gentleman’s Review, a cheesy music journal called Low-down, and some less successful ventures including a sports magazine that was about to go down the pan.

“Mr. Elliot will be with you in a moment. Please help yourself to coffee.” The receptionist indicated a table in one corner of the waiting area where a variety of refreshments and a hi-tech water cooler were stationed. Gregory shook his head but thanked her.

She headed over to the door that was stamped with Joel Elliot’s title: Chief Editor. She walked with the practiced nonchalance of a supermodel, her tall, slender body angled back from the hip, her fitted jacket falling open to reveal a shirt secured with a button that was far too low on her cleavage to offer any notion of security.

Eye candy, Gregory thought to himself. He couldn’t imagine her building up any speed on a keyboard with those fingernails. Of course, a man like Joel Elliot could afford luxuries like that. Gregory ran a finger around his collar. He wasn’t accustomed to wearing ties, but he’d wanted to look professional for the meeting.

The receptionist left the door slightly ajar when she went into the office, and he could hear Joel’s voice punctuated by her laughter, breathy and encouraging. When she returned, she was smoothing down her tight skirt, a self-satisfied smile lifting the corners of her glossy mouth.

“Joel will see you now.”

Gregory stood up, straightened his tie, and headed for the door.