The Right Men for the Job

“Do you two do this often?” she asked.

“No, never before.” He rolled the rubber onto his cock, and then directed the crown to her opening. “Ready for me, beautiful?”

He ran his thumb over her tender, swollen clit, and her body just about lifted off the table. “Oh yes, more than ready.”

He stroked her inner thighs and the slippery lips of her splayed sex for a minute or more, until she clutched at him desperately, then he thrust his cock into her w

et slit. She gripped his shoulders when he filled her to the hilt, moaning in ecstasy as he began to move against her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She reached her arms around his neck. “Oh, yes, that’s so good!”

She could see Vico over his shoulder, his cock also out of his jeans now. He fisted it in one hand, while he watched. “You’ve got a great arse, Deacon,” he commented.

Deacon tensed, but he barely broke his rhythm. “Fuck off.”

“You don’t mean that,” Vico said, and there was a challenge there.

Deacon’s cock was rigid, his thrusts building speed all the time. “No I don’t.” Before Vico had a chance to say any more, Deacon focused totally on her. “I want to make you come.”

“You just did that,” she said, panting, hips arched to take him.

He smiled. “Again.”

“You’re doing that too,” she managed, nodding vigorously, a second orgasm closing fast. He moved quickly, with deep, hard thrusts, his body physically lifting her as he rutted her up against the wooden structure. On it went, until she was weak with pleasure and every time the crown of his cock kissed the neck of her womb she cried out. Then she felt Vico’s mouth on her breast, his teeth grazing her nipple, and her core went into spasms.

Deacon cursed loudly in response to her body’s grip on his and spurted inside her.

He had barely slowed his movement and withdrawn when Vico was there ready to take her from him. Astrid felt a rush of departure, and then was filled again.

Vico was inside her.

She was delirious with pleasure. Two cocks, she was having two cocks, one after the other. She moaned and wriggled, gaining purchase against the table. Vico swore under his breath when her movement sucked his cock deep inside. He straightened, his head dropping back, moonlight casting patterns of light and shadow across his chest, then he braced himself with arms rigid to the table either side of her, and began to ride her with rhythmic thrusts that kept her right there on a wave of sparkling contractions, multiple orgasms leaving her pelvis awash with heat, the rigid erection feeding her constantly.

As he got close to his plateau he gripped her hips, easily holding and lifting her, hands under her bottom. His cock jerked up against the front wall of her sex repeatedly when he came and he bellowed, like a wild man.

Her core pounded, relief flooding her.

For several long moments she was pleasure, pure pleasure, and nothing else. She rolled with it, mind and body adrift, echoes of the multiple orgasms still rippling inside her. When she finally came down to earth, it was the adoring kisses of both men that drew her back.

Chapter Three

Vico arrived at work early the next morning, but Deacon was already there. Astrid’s car was inside the workshop. The parts delivery would arrive within the next hour. By the looks of it, Deacon was not only ready and waiting—he’d given it a wash and polish. He was in the inspection pit, working on another vehicle that was due that morning. As he approached, Deacon climbed out of the inspection pit wiping his hands on a rag.

Vico threw his backpack onto the nearby workbench. “I thought you’d be at home, sleeping off the excesses of last night.”

“Of course you did,” Deacon replied. “And that’s why you’re here early, because you thought you’d get to Astrid’s car first.”

Vico raised an eyebrow, more than a little amused by Deacon’s blatant response. Normally Deacon was more cautious. He rarely put his opinion out there. Something about Astrid was bringing him out of his shell. That seemed like a major achievement in itself.

“Does it matter who fixes her car?” He opened his hands in a gesture of unanimity. “If you prefer, we can both take a hand in the job.”

Deacon flashed him a wry smile. “You really like it, don’t you? Sharing a lover. It turns you on.”

Vico shrugged. “Who wouldn’t be turned on by it? The setup didn’t seem to do your libido any harm.” He nodded in the direction of Deacon’s fly. The night before Deacon had been more than impressive in that department, and apparently he’d been unfazed by the fact another man—a friend—was looking on. There was no turning back from that moment in time. Had the morning after brought regrets?

“I thought you might be…you know, a little embarrassed about the both of us being involved with Astrid.”

Deacon shook his head. “We’ve known each other, for what…three years?”

Vico nodded.