My Husband's Boss (Tempt Me Harder Book 1) (2 page)

FOUR

Our dinner finished at the speed of light. Returning to the table, Andrew gave me a sly half glance that seemed to offer more answers than questions, and when I sat down beside him, my hand rested on his thigh.

As we made our way to the valet, passing the coat check with knowing glances, Miller offered a round of handshakes as well as a kiss on the back of my fingers.

“You’re in good hands with these two,” I reassured him. “I have no doubt you’ll be happy with the outcome of your case.”

Miller gave me a sleazy smile as the valet returned with his car – one of the new Lamborghinis. I watched as he folded himself into the car and drove away.

When I turned back to Andrew, he and Davis were deep in conversation.

“What could you two possibly be scheming over?” I asked.

“Oh,” replied Andrew, wrapping his arms around my waist and going in for a kiss, “All
sorts
of things.” He nipped at my ear and I stifled a moan.

“Why don’t we all head back to the office for some celebratory drinks,” Davis said. It wasn’t a question – it was a declaration. I felt my thighs quiver, heat building up in the space between them. I gave Davis a knowing smile, licking my lips slightly. I could still taste his come in my mouth, and knew that I wanted more.

The ride to the office had my on the edge of my seat. I had a small guess at what Andrew had in store – I knew he knew about me and Davis, but I wasn’t sure how he’d act on it. We’d always said that our marriage was non-traditional, but hadn’t gone as far as to say what that meant.

But when Davis Howell slid my own thong into my hand, I got a pretty good idea of what my husband had up his sleeve. The more I thought about the coat check with Davis, the more I thought about the things I could do with my own husband.

I thought back to the last time we were in the car – my tits and face pressed into the leather of the back seat and Andrew ramming my pussy from behind. I wanted that again – that, and so much more.

The office was dark when we arrived. Davis had already unlocked the building and was waiting for us in the lobby. Locking up behind us, he led the way to the small elevator that would take us to the third floor suite of HM&K.

In the dark of the lobby, my senses exploded. The marble around us bounced every sound around the room – the click of my heels, the soft tap of Andrew’s and Davis’s leather soles. I could smell the cedar wood aftershave on my husband, and the smokeyness of Davis – his favorite brand of clove cigarettes.

Stepping into the elevator, we were washed in light. I stood between the two men, my shawl draped over my arms, clutching my small beaded purse and thinking of the lace panties hidden inside. I wanted them to take me there – to slam the elevator to a halt and rip my dress open.

The doors opened at HM&K and we walked inside, Davis leading the way to his office. Set in the corner of the building, it overlooked a busy main street. He clicked on a small light at his desk, illuminating only a part of the room.

“Vodka?” he asked, stepping to a small side table along one wall.

“Absolutely,” I said. “Rocks, please.”

“Same here,” said Andrew. He made his way to one of the suede couches, removing his jacket and loosening his tie as he sat down.

I lowered myself beside him, straightening my gown around myself as I slid a hand into Andrew’s lap. As Davis made drinks, I let my hand wander up Andrew’s thigh, feeling the outline of his semi-hard cock. I gave his shaft a squeeze, taunting him with my nimble fingers. I felt him shift beside me, sliding a hand down the front of my dress to give my nipple a squeeze.

Tonight was going to be interesting indeed.

Davis returned with drinks, and we tapped them together in a silent cheers. I took a long sip of my vodka, letting the icy liquid rush over my tongue and down my throat. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Andrew had his eyes on me – across the coffee table, Davis also had lingering eyes.

I licked a drop of vodka from my lips and set my glass down on the table.

“So,” I said. “What’s the deal with your new client?”

“Pretty straightforward case,” said Davis. He leaned back in the leather sitting chair, throwing one leg over the other. I watched with hungry eyes as he undid his jacket button, taking in the tight fit of his button up shirt and the way it fit just right to his torso.

“Miller caught his wife fucking some other man,” said Davis. He lifted his own glass to his lips, turning his head back as he downed it. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he did so, feeling the urge to bite and lick along that ridge.

I squeezed Andrew’s thigh harder.

“Wife went nuts, claiming he never did for her what the other guy did, yada yada yada – it’s the same old same old. Miller threw her out, wants what’s his, and has sworn off women.”

“For the moment,” sniggered my husband.

“For the moment,” agreed Davis.

We sat in silence for a few moments before my husband spoke again.

“You know, of all the kinds of cases we see, those are the ones I can’t ever wrap my head around.”

I fidgeted in my seat.

“Oh?” said Davis. “What, you can’t see Fi sleeping with someone else?”

“Nope,” said Andrew. “I can’t see myself losing my shit over seeing her fuck someone else.”

Complete silence filled the office. The steady pulse between my legs reached a fever pitch, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Across the coffee table, I saw Davis peering at me from over his glass. His steel grey eyes were filled with the same lust that I had seen in the coat closet that night.

“You’re joking,” I said, shifting on the sofa to face Andrew. “You wouldn’t go blind with rage? Completely wrathful over seeing some other man balls deep in your wife?” I felt the alcohol coursing through me, noticing the strong level of smolder I had layered over my words.

Andrew reached a hand out and stroked it along my jaw. “No rage. No wrath. Just…” he paused, running a thumb over my lower lip. “Complete desire and passion.”

I didn’t say a word. My vision sharpened as my pulse quickened, and I felt a heat rising up in my chest.

My eyes shifted to Davis. Elbows on knees, he was bent over, staring at the two of us. He looked ready to pounce across the table, to take me then and there on the couch – and I so badly wished he would.

I looked back at my husband.

“I sucked your Davis Howell’s dick in the coat check tonight,” I said, my voice a hoarse whisper.

I watched Andrew’s eyes narrow, a smile tug at his lips. He stroked a finger down my cheek before giving me a light slap across the face.

“Who do you think gave him your favorite panties?” he replied.

I couldn’t handle it. I threw myself at Andrew, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pressed my mouth to his in a deep kiss. I crawled over him, straddling his lap as I slid my tongue between his lips, feeling his hands on my ass.

I wanted it all, and I was about to get it – my body rose up, grinding against Andrew’s as I dug my hands into his short cropped hair.

Pulling away, I looked down at him, our faces flushed, his eyes filled with a hungry look I knew all too well.

My husband slid his hands up my back, weaving his fingers into my hair and pulling my head to the side. Looking over my shoulder at Davis, he gave a sly grin. I followed his gaze.

“Well Mr. Howell,” I said. “What are you waiting for?”

FIVE

Davis was up immediately. Striding around the table, he grabbed the back of my head and bent down for a fierce kiss. I tasted the vodka on his tongue, running my own over his lips, moaning into his mouth. I felt Andrew’s hands on my tits, squeezing their weight in his own large hands.

Keeping his hand in my hair, Davis stood, bringing me with him. We stood in front of the couch – in front of my
husband
– and he kissed me deeply, sliding an arm around my lower back and pressing me against him. He cupped my ass, dipping me slightly as he opened his mouth to taste me, gripping me tightly in his embrace.

Straightening, he slid his hand up the back of my neck, grasping the clasp of my dress. With one hand, he deftly undid the buckle, sending the straps down my shoulders.

I stood still as he gripped the thin material, yanking it down over my large breasts. Finally free, my tits lifted in the cool air of the air conditioned office, nipples hardening and looking straight up at Davis.

He bent his head over me, sliding his mouth over my nipples and biting them – first one, then the other. As his lips and teeth wandered over my breasts, I looked back at my husband.

On the couch, he had opened the zipper of his trousers and was slowly stroking his shaft. I watched as he slid his foreskin up and over his swollen head, his rigid and veiny cock looking even larger in the dim light of the office.

I slid a hand between myself and Davis, feeling his own erection between us. Within me, something snapped – coaxing one man to become hard as I watched my husband do the same to himself. I let out a primal moan, sinking to my knees. My dress pooled around my waist, flaring out around me.

I ripped at Davis’s trousers, sending a button flying as I pulled the tailored fabric around his thighs. The discretion of the coat closet was gone, and replaced with a rabid hunger. His cock sprang from his boxers, as hard and firm as it was just a few hours before. I wrapped my lips around it, tasting his sweet saltiness for the second time that night, moaning as I slid my tongue over his head.

He knotted his fingers in my hair, coaxing my head down and around his shaft, biting his lip as he rocked his hips around me.

“God
damn
Lakey – you married one hell of a woman.”

I heard Andrew stand, walking around the coffee table to stand beside Davis.

I popped Davis’s cock out of my mouth as Andrew approached, wrapping my hand around Davis as I sent my lips to Andrew. My husband’s precum was on my tongue in an instant, and I savored the slight difference in their tastes. Andrew was slightly sweeter, and I thought of the juices he made himself every morning.

I slid my tongue over Andrew’s head, wrapping my lips around his shaft as I gently stroked up and down Davis’s cock with my left hand. Taking Andrew in my right, I switched back to Davis, running my tongue over his thick shaft as I squeezed the base of his cock in my fingers.

I couldn’t get past the fact that I was in a law office, jerking off my husband as I sucked his boss’s dick. The thought made me moan, the sound muffled by Davis’s thick shaft.

Davis pulled his cock from my mouth, stepping back to rip open his shirt and kick his pants off the rest of the way. I sat up on my knees, shimmying out of my gown. I watched as Andrew stepped backwards, sinking into the leather chair that Davis had previously been in. He lifted his glass, finishing off his vodka before settling back, wrapping his fingers around his veiny cock once more.

I crawled towards him on my hands and knees, kicking away my violet gown as I did so. I felt the rough corporate carpet under my thigh high nylons, slowly planting one hand in front of the other as I crawled towards him. I felt my hips rolling, my ass high in the air as I planted each stiletto-clad toe in the floor, inching myself towards him. I had gone sans panties, opting instead for my sheerest nylons and a flesh colored garter belt. I felt its straps dig deliciously into my thighs as I crawled over the ground.

Reaching my husband, I sat up slightly, bending my head over his lap once more. Wrapping my lips around his cock, I dug my nails into his thighs, looking up at him as I slid my mouth down his shaft. Pulling my head up with a pop, I licked my lips.

“You like watching me blow your boss, baby?”

Andrew bit his lip, wrapping a hand in my auburn curls. He nodded.

“You wanna see Davis Howell fuck your pretty wife?”

Andrew groaned, bucking his hips upwards.

“I’d like nothing more, darling.”

As if on cue, I felt Davis behind me, his hands grabbing my hips and pulling them back. I moaned as he slid a hand between my legs, my sopping pussy beating furiously in his hand. He slid two fingers deep inside me and I bucked upwards, moaning as he pulled them back out. I wrapped my lips tighter around Andrew’s shaft as Davis spread my legs wide.

Suddenly, he was inside me. I cried out, burrowing my face in Andrew’s lap, my hands circling his shaft. Davis pulled back before filling me once again, his thick cock pulsing inside my dripping cunt, sending me writhing on the carpet.

I twisted my hands up and down Andrew’s cock as Davis fucked me, picking up a rhythm that matched his. As he plunged into me, my hands rotated upwards – when he pulled back, my hands went down.

“Oh, fuck me,
fuck me!
” I cried, feeling Davis speed up as he panted behind me, gripping my hips tightly in his hands. I lowered my lips once again along Andrew’s head, sucking it as hard as I could manage while still being nailed by Davis Howell.

I heard Davis panting behind me as he slapped my ass. “Fuck yes.
Yes
Fiona – I’m gonna come so hard.”

Andrew moaned, gripping my hair as he bucked his hips up. “Me too baby. Lemme come on your face. All over that pretty, made up face.”

I felt Davis pull out of me and stand up as Andrew did the same. I turned on my knees, watching as Davis ripped off the condom he had slid on before throwing it to the floor.

Both men stood before me, their cocks glistening. I wrapped my lips around Davis, sliding my hands along Andrew’s slick shaft. With both lawyers slick with my spit, I gazed up at them, pumping my hands furiously along their shafts.

“Come on my face,” I moaned. “I want your come to drip down my cheeks.”

Andrew let out a cry first. I held my fist at the base of his cock as he spurted across my nose, his hot come splattering on me. I moaned, dropping his cock to put a hand between my legs. I found the hard nub of my clitoris, rubbing it furiously as he gripped his own shaft, milking it to send several more bursts onto my skin.

I licked my lips, tasting the sweet salt that dripped onto them, running my hand over my cheeks and sucking the come from my fingers. Sliding my fingers into my mouth I moaned before dipping them back between my legs, finger fucking myself. Lifting my eyes to Davis, I continued stroking his shaft.

“Your turn, Mr. Howell,” I groaned. “I want you to cover me in come the way you couldn’t in the coat closet.”

Davis let out a staggered groan, gripping his cock as he came over my face. A few shots went straight to my mouth and I savored the mixed tastes of my husband and his boss, moaning as he sent spurt after spurt onto my face.

Gasping, Davis pushed my hand from his erection, stumbling back into the couch. I slid both hands over my cheeks, smoothing their juices down my neck and across my breasts before sliding my hands between my legs. Kneeling there on the carpet, I fingered myself to orgasm, running hard circles around my clit as I gyrated in ecstasy.

I cried out, feeling my orgasm build up and break over me, sending wave after wave of pleasure rippling up my body. Exhausted, I collapsed to the ground, leaning back against the coffee table, my body shuddering with the last few spasms of my climax. I slowly slid my fingers back between my lips, sucking them dry of all three of our juices. I moaned before sighing, drooping my head back against the glass.

I started laughing. Slowly at first, my voice hoarse, before breaking into a fit of giggles. I watched as Davis and Andrew both looked questioningly at one another before sending their eyes back to me.

Giggling, I slid my fingers back in and out of my mouth before locking eyes with Andrew.

“That client of yours,” I said, sighing. “His wife was an idiot to not invite him into bed.”

Andrew grinned at me. “And he was an idiot for not asking.”