Merediths Awakening (4 page)

Meredith Worthington placed the phone very carefully in its cradle. Taking a slow, deep breath, she concentrated on not letting any of the turmoil she felt inside show in her expression or body language. It didn’t matter she was alone in the room. She knew, from bitter experience, even the most private moments could be splashed across the media for the world to see.

It wasn’t that she hated her brother. In fact, entirely the opposite was true. Marcus had always been the rock she had clung to through her lonely childhood and her tempestuous adolescence.

That had made his very public exposure as a sexual Dom even more difficult for Meredith to accept. Particularly coming as it had on the heels of his condemnation of her own brief foray into the world of sexual pleasure. One night he was accusing her of acting like a cheap whore, the next his own sexual practices—the ménages, the bondage—were splashed across every paper in Michigan. The betrayal was excruciating.

As if it weren’t enough to learn her perfect older brother had feet of clay, the resulting media furor had devastated the only other constants in her life: her father and the company. Meredith knew the local, and even national, media kept an eye on them all now: Marcus, Meredith, and their younger, playboy brother Matthew.

* * * *

A short time later Meredith picked her way through the entrance of the Riverfront Convention Center, stepping carefully over a litter of beams and cement blocks. The Worthington Group had purchased the run-down and failing building just over a year ago, and construction to totally renovate and restore the property was still in the beginning stages.

Glancing around, she realized all the workers she saw were sitting around socializing. Frowning, she checked her watch and chuffed out a sigh when she realized it was smack in the middle of lunch time. Remembering her appointment with her brother, Meredith determined to complete the walkthrough on her own, recording her thoughts in the small notepad which lived in her briefcase.

There was something exhilarating about watching the transformation taking place in the building. Meredith found herself smiling as she wound her way further into the building. It was almost like seeing a butterfly coming out of its cocoon.

Walking through the maze of half-constructed rooms, Meredith soon lost track of where she was. She thought she was near the back of the building, close to the banks of the Detroit River, when she found a nearly completed room containing what looked like a closet. Curious, she wandered over and tried the door. It was locked.
Odd
, she thought.

Why would anyone bother to lock a door in an all-but-open building filled with millions
of dollars worth of tools and supplies?
She rattled the knob again, and was about to begin searching for a paper clip or something to jimmy the door, when a noise caught her attention. A scuffle. A soft thud. A low moan?

Suddenly quite sure there was an injured construction worker just around the corner, Meredith quickly and quietly moved in the direction the noise was coming from.

Rounding a particularly wide beam, she froze, completely arrested by the sight that met her eyes.

The men were both beautiful, tanned and muscled in the way of manual laborers.

One dark, one golden, they seemed two parts of a single whole. The dark one paused to yank off his yellow helmet, letting it drop to the ground as he tossed inky hair out of his eyes. The fair one laughed softly, shifting against the wall he leaned against.

“Decided not to have ‘safe’ sex, did we?” His voice was light, and it seemed to hum in the air.

“Fuck safe,” the dark one’s voice was a rumble which, to her horror, Meredith could feel low in her belly. Unconsciously she pressed her palm flat over her lower abdomen, as though she could subdue the sensations gathering there.

“Show it to me,” the dark one’s voice held an irresistible command, and his golden companion gave a slow, taunting smile, before beginning to oh-so-slowly unbutton his sleeveless denim shirt.

Meredith knew she should walk away. Everything in her cried to escape,
now
, but her body seemed paralyzed as the gorgeous blond finished opening his shirt, baring a smooth, sleek, sun-kissed chest, before moving on to the snap of his jeans, where he paused, sending his companion a raised eyebrow and a naughty smile.

“Show me now,” Lucifer himself couldn’t have had a deeper, more compelling voice. It obviously affected the blond every bit as much as it was affecting Meredith.

Before her eyes she watched his erection, already impressive, grow to even greater length and width under his worn jeans.

“What will you give me if I do?” Blondie’s eyes were filled with laughter as he continued to run long, strong fingers up and down his denim-clad cock.

“I’ll give you this nice, big dick. Down your throat, up your ass. I’ll give you every inch of it.” Meredith noted he wasn’t boasting. The dick in question tented his jeans, huge and threatening.

“Ooh,” the blond didn’t seem nearly as intimidated as Meredith was. “Let’s see your big dick. Let’s see if it’s worth giving you what you want.” Meredith held her breath as the dark one reached down and began popping the buttons on his fly. His penis, engorged and ruddy, strained for release. Finally free, it bobbed gently before he reached down, grasped the base, and began to slowly pull his hand along the length.

Granted, it had been a while, but Meredith didn’t think she’d ever seen a bigger cock.

“So, are you going to show me?” His voice rumbled through her body, tingling nerves she’d rather forget existed. “Or am I gonna have this party all by myself?” He continued his slow, rough strokes, pausing only to lift heavy balls free of the constricting material.

“I have a better idea.”

Blondie stepped up, flush against his taller lover, lifting his head to whisper against his lips. Without once breaking eye contact, he slid to his knees and, in one smooth movement, took that throbbing, gorgeous cock in his mouth, balls deep.

Thank God they were distracted. There was no way for Meredith to contain her gasp.

She was disgusted, she lectured herself. Not because they were the same sex, but because they would do this … this private thing in public. She must be disgusted. It was the only reason her stomach was fluttering. The only reason she was breathing fast. She was clenching her thighs preparing to leave, not to ease any ache between them.

Blondie pulled off the dark man’s cock, pausing to lick at the head, and slide one hand languidly along its length. His dark companion stroked Blondie’s cheek before fisting his hand in his mop of golden hair, tipping up his face.

“Suck my dick,” he rumbled. “Suck it all the way down your throat. If you do it right, maybe I’ll let you have it up the ass before we’re done.” Somehow the threat, or was it a promise, which should have left Meredith appalled, only made her more restless. More fidgety. Apparently the blond felt the same, as he immediately fell upon his dark lover’s cock, twisting his head in a circular movement that worked the head relentlessly. The dark one’s hand, still fisted in his hair, kept his head tipped back so their eyes remained locked together.

Bracing himself on wide-spread knees, the blond continued sucking, complete with slurping sounds and low murmurs of enjoyment, and reached down to release his own raging erection. Soon he was jerking his hand along his own flesh in time with his mouth on his companion’s. Meredith watched, hypnotized, as his hips began to move in tempo with his hand and mouth. She was utterly unaware of her own hand, pulsing against her abdomen in time with his strokes.

Abruptly the dark one pulled the blond off his cock, leaving it shining with moisture.

Using the hand he’d kept wound in the blond’s hair, he levered him to his feet. With his free hand he grasped the other man’s cock, pressing the side of his fist against the golden curls at its base before dragging it up along the length in a firm stroke. Their mouths were a breath apart, panting, but to Meredith’s confused surprise, they didn’t kiss. There was no tenderness between the two. Just raw sexuality transmitting itself across the echoing workspace, through steel beams, and straight to Meredith’s clenching pussy.

Oh, fuck. Now she’d gone and done it. Once she acknowledged the burning between her thighs, Meredith couldn’t ignore or deny it. Relentlessly she removed her hand from her stomach, where it had begun creeping lower and lower, and crossed both arms over her breasts. This wasn’t much better, as the pressure of her arms compressed her nipples, which were shockingly hard and sensitive under her tailored cotton blouse.

The dark one released his partner’s cock and, in a fast and rough motion, spun him to face the wall. With quick, efficient movements he yanked down the other man’s jeans and slid to his knees, parting his ass-cheeks as he went. The blond braced on the wall, hands spread, fingers claws of pleasure as the dark one blew his warm breath against his sensitive anus. He ground his cock against the wall, before arching into the other’s mouth as his dark head bent closer, and his tongue slid out to taunt and tease the little opening.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me,” his light, tenor voice had deepened, become rougher.

“Fuck me now, Tim, before I come all over this fucking wall without you.” The dark one, Tim, seemed perfectly happy where he was, tongue digging into Blondie’s asshole. After several moments, Meredith realized his hands were moving again. Expecting to see himself palming his own erection, instead Meredith watched, fascinated, as he brought a small tube of lube out of one of his cargo pockets. He quickly squirted a line of lube down his finger, and then slowly began to work it into Blondie’s anus. First one finger. More lube. Another finger. More lube. A twisting, scissoring motion that had Blondie writhing and grinding against the wall. More lube.

Finally he pulled back and, with another quick dip into his cargo pocket, produced a condom. After slowly rolling it down his length, taking time, it seemed, to explore and caress every inch along the way, he quickly lubed himself and placed the wide, mushroomed head against the bud of Blondie’s asshole.

“Put it in, put it in, put it in,” the blond was chanting now, pushing his butt back against Tim’s groin.

Tim smiled, dark and dangerous. “You want me to fuck your ass? You want my dick shoved up your tight little asshole?” Blondie moaned, and pushed harder, his anus centered over Tim’s cock, seeming to suck at the head. Tim’s head dropped back, damp hair falling into his eyes, as that hungry little asshole seemed to nip at his cock. With a series of quick, jabbing motions, he began to work his cock in, shifting from side to side to force the engorged head through the tight ring of muscles just at the entrance.

Now both men groaned. The blond, beautiful in his ecstasy, leaned back into the dark angel behind him. Tim’s hips swiveled like a well-oiled machine, dragging his enormous erection out, pulling long moans of pleasure from his golden lover, then back in, turning moans into breathless grunts of pleasure.

His hands had been braced on Blondie’s shoulders, holding him steady for his relentless thrusting, but now they began to wander. With quick, rough movements he dragged his hands over Blondie’s chest, stopping only to pinch at his tight little nipples, a pinch Meredith felt in her own breasts, sending a hot wire of lust to her core. The blond leaned forward, bracing his hands back against the wall, pushing his ass into Tim’s thrusts, and Tim took full advantage.

With a strike as quick as a snake, Tim grabbed the other man’s bobbing cock, smearing left-over lube down its length. Blondie made a choking sound, his hips jerked wildly, and then he settled into Tim’s rhythm. Tim’s cock slowly slid iiinnn on the up-stroke, and oouuuttt on the down-stroke.

Meredith was panting. She could feel her womb pulsing, grasping for Tim’s beautiful, big cock. Unconsciously she rubbed her thumb over her palm. She could feel Blonde’s cock in her hand, growing bigger and hotter with each stroke.

Both men were moving faster now, panting and filling the air with half-grunted profanity. Meredith jolted when Tim suddenly released Blondie’s cock, slamming his hands into the wall on either side of the other man’s. His hips lost their steady, oiled rhythm, instead jerking wildly, and a long, low growl worked its way from his chest into the air. Blondie’s ass continued to work against Tim’s hips, grinding and squeezing his cock, sucking out every drop of pleasure. When Tim at last fell still, he dropped his head against his partner’s back, sucking in great gasps of air.

“Don’t pull out yet,” the blond was gasping, hips still writhing, cock enormous and throbbing. “Fuck, don’t pull out yet. Make me come.” Tim obligingly grabbed the tube of lube from his pocket and squirted a puddle into his palm. Rubbing both hands together to spread the silky substance, he reached around and grasped Blondie’s cock with one hand, engulfing the man’s heavy, swaying balls with the other.

He began a twisting, pulling motion that had Blondie’s eyes rolling back in his skull and Meredith’s breath catching. With each pull, he used a slow, wanking tug on the blond’s balls, working in counterpoint. With each pull, Blondie gasped out encouragement.

“Fuck, yeah. Harder. Squeeze my dick.” With each word the blond’s voice dropped, until the last was a hiss. “I’m fucking coming.”

Suddenly, incongruously, Meredith felt heat at her back. It was as if she were Blondie, feeling Tim pressed against her. Mesmerized, Meredith watched as his hips jerked, his cock twitched in Tim’s grasp, and what looked like a gallon of come spattered on the floor at his feet. Arms wrapped around herself, Meredith gasped right along with them, not in relief but in an agony of arousal.

Gradually she realized the heat she was feeling wasn’t her own imagination’s contribution to the erotic scene that had played out before her eyes. Turning with a gasp, Meredith locked eyes with the single most beautiful man she’d ever seen. At his slow, suggestive smile, she felt scalding heat climb her cheeks. He was so familiar to her, but in her sensual fog, she couldn’t place him, not right this second. Not when her brain was weirdly connected to the pulsing ache in her pussy, when her heart boomed so loudly she could barely hear her own thoughts.

She hadn’t seen him at Worthington. She’d have remembered his face, his body.

When he shot a glance over her shoulder before directing a pointed look at her achingly hard nipples, Meredith did the only thing possible. She fled.

*

When one of his workers told Tony that Tim and Stephen had decided to enjoy a little “afternoon delight” during lunch, Tony had headed out to break up their party.

Wouldn’t due to soil the work-site with condoms and come, and even more, it wouldn’t due for the boss to catch a glimpse of them fucking on the job.