Two Bad Bosses_An MFM Menage Romance Page 8

  “Come for me, Chloe! Let your pussy drip all over my fucking cock!”

  I try to keep my eyes open to keep looking at Whit, but I can’t. I shut them tight as my walls begin to tremble, shuddering around Zane’s length and milking him. He spills into me, falling over, on top of my body, making a few single, jerky motions as he rides out his release. I wrap my hand around his back and hold on to him while I calm down. I caress him, moving my hand up into his dark hair and we lazily kiss before he removes himself from me. I sit up and look at Whit from over my shoulder. I see a noticeable bulge in his pants and I don’t take my eyes away for a few seconds. I hear Zane get dressed and out of the corner of my eye notice him take a seat on the couch. It looks like he’ll be watching this time. I wonder if this is how most of our interactions will be like. I like the taking turns, but I would also like for them to be with me at the same time. I put it in the back of my mind to bring up later.

  Whit is aware of where I’ve just looked, and he takes his hands out of his pocket to unbutton and unzip his pants. He has this deliberate way of moving that has me convinced that he makes every gesture with a thought in mind of how I’m going to see it. And the way I’m seeing it is every move he makes is sexy. I jump off the desk and approach him, suddenly very aware of how naked I am. It was the feel of my feet on the carpeted floor that gave it away. But I don’t cover myself. I don’t want to.

  Once I’m standing in front of him, I look down at his open zipper and gently put my hand inside. He takes a long breath out as my hand feels around and my fingers graze his penis. I take them to his head and my thumb feels something metal.

  My hand retracts, surprised, and I ask, “What was that?”

  Whit smirks down at me, but Zane is the one who answers, “He has a pierced dick, Chloe. He got it done over two months ago.”

  I’m shocked for a second at the fact that Whit has a piercing… down there. It’s something that I would have never expected and, also, I’ve never seen one, so I’m very curious to have a look. After that initial shock, I let out a small chuckle through my nose. I laugh because I knew Whit and Zane were close, but not this close – I mean, watching each other have sex shows me that they’re this close, but... I don’t know. I’m just surprised.

  “What’s so funny?” Whit doesn’t seem upset, more like genuinely curious about what I’m suddenly laughing at.

  “I’m just surprised that you two know so much about one another’s penises. I didn’t know you were that close. It shocked me. I’m sorry I laughed.” I don’t wait for Whit to respond, instead I put my hand back into his pants and fondle his penis. I feel the metal piercing again and I wonder what it would feel like inside me. I look up at Whit and his eyes have darkened. I’m not sure what he’s going to do with me, but whatever it is, I’m ready to find out.

  He grabs my wrist, his hold on me tight, just enough to cause some discomfort. My hand stops moving, and he slowly pulls it out. He lets me go, my arm dropping to my side. But not too much time later, I bring both of my hands up and pull down his pants, allowing his erection to spring out of his pants. I look at him, taken by the size and the small metal ball on the tip of his penis. He and Zane are so well endowed – and if Whit fucks me anywhere close to the way Zane did – I have no worries about my sexual future.

  I’m not given too much time to marvel at him because Whit grabs my waist, picking me up. Instinctually, I wrap my legs around his waist and he quickly turns us around, slamming my back into the wall. I put my arms on his shoulders, interlocking my fingers behind his neck. Thinking we’re going to talk a little, I’m caught off-guard when Whit starts fucking me right away. He is buried in me to the hilt with one swift movement. I cry out from the sudden intrusion, but, fuck, does it feel good. His piercing rubs against my inside along with the ridges of his cock. This mixture feels so good, I don’t want him to ever stop. He withdraws slowly, but then repeats the same swift entrance. He continues this pace, slamming me into the wall with every insertion. My back is scratched by the wall’s soft texture and when the pace increases, so do the frequency of my moans.

  I encourage him along, begging for more, “Fuck me harder! Fuck me, Whit! Show me what a naughty girl I am!”

  He grants my wish and my body is bouncing up and down as he shows me no mercy. If it didn’t feel so good, I’m sure I’d be crying. The friction on my back is creating a heat that is being matched by my body slapping into Whit’s. The ridges of his cock scrape on my clit, setting me on fire and twisting me into knots. His face is set with a look of sexual fury that I’ve never seen before and it’s so different looking on him. Generally sporting a look of amusement, Whit looks like a man possessed.

  His movements get less rhythmic and more erratic. And then he lets out a satisfied sigh, coming inside of me and setting off my own orgasm. He slowly grinds his pelvis into mine, getting every last bit of sensation too eek out of me.

  “Oh, oh, oh, Whit…” My breaths are deep and heavy as I try to bring myself down. I don’t want it to end, but it seems we’ve both gotten what we could out of it. He lets me down on to the ground and pulls up his pants.

  He kisses me on the cheek and tells me, “Get dressed, Chloe.”

  I locate my clothes around the room and put them on a quickly as I can. I’ve noticed that both Whit and Zane like to say my name a lot and I’ve learned I love hearing them say it. It sounds like a siren call, drawing me to them.

  Once I’m dressed, I look over at the couch and see a spot for me between the boys. I take it, looking to both of them for a conversation. Whit has also redressed himself, so we’re all now clothed. I’m fucking elated with what just happened, but I feel like we can’t leave everything unsaid. Whit is leaning back, his arm resting on the back of the chair and his foot on his knee. Zane is leaning forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. There’s something about how they’ve positioned themselves that says so much about who they are as people. It’s been fascinating noticing these little markers of their personalities.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Huh?” Zane just asked me how I’m feeling, and I was so caught unawares by someone talking that I jumped a little – even though I was waiting for someone to start talking.

  “Are you okay?” Whit lightly touches my shoulder and I nod.

  “I’m just jumpy for some reason…” And then it dawns on me that my body may have realized before my brain that we’re still in the office which means it is not outside the realm of possibility that someone out there heard us. Once I’ve fully realized this, actual panic starts to set in. I look at Zane and I’m about to ask about the thought I’ve just had, but he beats me to it by answering it without prompting.

  “If you’re worried that someone heard us, they didn’t because we’ve soundproofed our walls.” I narrow my eyes confused but Zane has an answer for my next question. “And if you’re going to ask why we’ve soundproofed our walls, it’s because sometimes we yell a little too loudly and we noticed it makes people… nervous around us.” How fortuitous. That relaxes me immensely, but I still have so many questions. I want to know how this is all going to work – especially long-term. I realize we’ve just gotten started, but the thought of having to explain this arrangement to anyone – particularly my father – is giving me anxiety. Maybe that’s a question I’ll save for later… when I feel less panicky about it.

  “So… what do we do next?” Zane and Whit give one another a quick look. It’s probably going to take me a bit of time to get to know some of their quirks. They are always communicating without talking. It’s really behavior close to what couples do.

  Zane picks up this question, too, but it’s more of a proposition. “We can go back to my place. Get to know each other a bit more?”

  “Yeah, I like that.”

  I like that idea. This is an unorthodox relationship and it’s a good idea for us to establish some parameters or, at least we can get comfortable together. There are a multitude of sexual acts I
want to try with them. A friend of mine in college had a threesome – it was a one-time thing, but her set-up was also two men – and they did this thing called double penetration. I never thought I would find myself in a position to try it, but my interest is piqued enough for me to open up the conversation. But that might be something we can try later on, once we’ve gotten closer. I might want to have regular anal sex first. And it’s not just sex stuff I want to try, I’d like to do normal couple – or throuple? I don’t really like that word, so I’ll call us a unit – but I’d like to do things that regular couples do. Like having dinner, but with less arguing.

  But starting with a night at Zane’s house sounds like a great idea. It’s Friday, so I won’t have to worry about coming into work tomorrow and I’d like to see the guys outside of work as soon as possible.

  We sit quietly for a little bit. I’m not sure what one is supposed to do after having mind-blowing sex with not one, but two of her bosses. I guess I should get back to work since the day isn’t over.

  “I’ll go back to work, now?” I say it so slowly because I want to make sure I’m going about this the right way. Is there a right way?

  “You can. We do have to discuss our meeting with Zimmer tomorrow, so we need to work,” Whit finally says something, and it makes me feel better because I can tell they are somewhat confused, too. This seems to be totally new territory for all of us and I’m comforted that we’ll all be going through it together.

  I get up to go to the bathroom before going back to my desk. I need to make sure I don’t look freshly sexed and maybe freshen up a bit.

  Whit stops me with a question. “One question before you leave. Did you drive here this morning?” I nod, not sure where he’s going with this train of thought. “If you want we can have someone take your car back to your place or drive it over to Zane’s? Just in case you’d like to ride over with us.” The boyish grin Whit sports convinces me I want to ride over with them. I know they get driven to work – I’ve had to arrange a car when someone fucked up one day. Spending more time with them is very high on my agenda.

  “My keys are by my desk…” I motion in the direction of out of the office and Whit nods.

  Zane finishes Whit’s thoughts, giving me instructions on what to do, “We’ll arrange the whole thing. Just leave your keys somewhere on your desk and make sure they’re left in a visible way.”

  I thank them – which seems a little formal given the circumstances, but I do it anyway – and then I go to the bathroom. While I’m washing my hands, I look at myself in the mirror. The most obvious thing is my messy hair. I somehow managed to get my clothes on relatively well – even though I rushed to put them on and they were thrown on the floor in fits of passion. I smooth some of the wrinkles and just get it all nicely placed. I know I won’t be able to get my hair looking on point in an employee bathroom, so I do what I can and tie it back into a bun. It gets it all out of my face and I look that much neater.

  I go back to my desk and restart on all my intern duties. It all seems so mundane now that I’m having sex with the men-in-charge. But I get through it, stuffing envelopes, sending emails, faxing documents… At one point, Zane and Whit come out of the office, but they are very preoccupied with their work – which is a good thing. The firm comes first, so I should be focusing on it as well. I put a little more vigor in my step and when the day comes to an end, I feel happy with the work I’ve gotten done.

  The day comes to an end and I get all my stuff together to leave. Someone had already come by to pick up my car keys. Zane and Whit exit their offices just as I am completely ready to take off with them. They come over to me and we all leave together, not saying much. Throughout the day, I began to think about our unit and I realized that we’ll have to be careful at work. It’s just unprofessional to be having sex in a work environment, no matter who is doing it.

  The car is already waiting for us and we all get in. We’re all maintaining a very put on calm demeanor – it’s at least a put on for me. Inside, I am freaking out. This is a big leap for me and I’m definitely worried for the future. I know it’s early, but with something like this, I can’t help but worry. There are so many bad outcomes that I’m not going to want to deal with. They are currently all in my head, but it wouldn’t take much for them to become a reality. I take a deep breath and push my ‘don’t worry’ button. I need to have fun with this before I go off the deep end of emotional distress. Right now, I’ll just think about getting through the night.

  Chapter Thirteen:

  Zane

  We’re on our way to my house. Whit and I are a little nervous, but Chloe seems calm. Yes, today worked out exceptionally well in the office. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex that hot, but we’re moving to another place, another phase. The sex could have been that hot because of the taboo of doing it in the office. It could have been a one-time thing we’re never able to recreate. There’s really a whole slew of things to potentially worry about. I’m probably overanalyzing, but careful steps are needed. This is the first time I’ve embarked on a relationship of this kind. Whit and I are about to see a side of each other we’ve never experienced. I’m confident our friendship can survive it, but it’s all very novel and that’s what’s getting to me.

  We get to my house and the three of us head up to the front door. I check my mailbox and Chloe’s keys are inside, just where I asked the car service to put them. I have them over to her and she looks surprised.

  “I thought you might need them later,” I tell her.

  “Thanks,” she says.

  We all go inside.

  “Just put your stuff where ever,” I tell Chloe.

  She neatly places her purse and jacket on one of my steel-gray couches and then we all go the kitchen. I pour everyone a glass of wine – a way to get us all a little less anxious, looser, and take some of that edge off. Chloe looks around, taking in the décor. My place is decorated, but I didn’t do it myself. I left that to an interior designer. Whit did the same thing with the same designer. We just aren’t really into furnishings and organizing them in an aesthetic way. Though, I do like a nicely put together room.

  The designer took a very masculine approach, and my house is covered in a lot of grays and metal. Gray couches and chairs. Gray drapes. Even gray towels in the kitchen. All the coffee tables and the dining table are silver metal and glass. The whole place is sort of cool and clean, maybe a bit sterile.

  Chloe takes a sip of her wine and compliments my place, “Your house is… nice.” She seems hesitant, maybe because she doesn’t mean it. I’m not insulted because I don’t have much emotion invested in the space, so I don’t dig further into the comment, simply smiling at her and moving on.

  “I know small talk is a way society functions, but I say we skip all of that and make our way to the bedroom.” Whit’s bluntness comes to the rescue once again and Chloe nods, on board with the idea.

  We leave our wine in the kitchen and go upstairs to my bedroom. The decorator used a lot of gray here as well. My bed is draped in a silver-gray comforter. It matches the industrial looking paintings hung around the room. We’re all standing at the door, kind of squished together. No one is making a move, but then Chloe steps inside. She takes a quick look around and then turns towards us. Walking backwards towards the bed, she takes off her clothes throwing them in all directions. Bold choice, I would say.

  “Are you boys going to follow me?” When her legs hit the bed, she’s left in just her bra and panties. She flops down and when her back hits the covers, Whit and I run in, moving absurdly quickly to get undressed. We jump on the bed and get on either side of her, only in our boxers. Chloe laughs at our enthusiasm, her face lit up with a smile.

  Chloe lays flat on the bed and Whit is running his hand up and down her arm. I’ve rest my hand on her stomach, feeling it move slowly with her breathing. I inch my hand closer to the hem of her panties, sliding my hand in and hooking my finger, so I can softly rub her clit. Chloe bites
her hip as I keep a lazy pace, teasing her with soft strokes. Whit laces his fingers in hers and kisses her while I feel the wetness pooling at her center. I move my finger faster, wanting Chloe to get off as soon as possible. Whit stops kissing her and watches as her face tenses. Her mouth hangs open, soft grunts escaping her throat.

  Whit takes his hand from her arm and moves it on to her left breast, wrapping his fingers around her nipple. She opens her eyes and they go wide. He softly squeezes her nipple, causing her grunts to be a little more labored. I keep moving my finger, adding a second for additional pressure. Her hips rise and her body shudders, as she cums. Water flows from her pussy and covers my fingers. A moan works its way out of her mouth. She closes her eyes and relaxes on the bed, happy with her first orgasm of the evening. I take my fingers from her panties, bringing them to my mouth to suck on them. She somehow tastes sweeter than before.

  Whit takes his hand off Chloe’s breast, smoothing it down her body. Her eyes flutter and she takes a deep breath before talking.

  “Can I… touch you guys?” She seems so timid asking. She sits up and brings her feet under her. Whit shrugs.

  “Of course,” I answer for the both of us.

  Her smile is one of relief and she turns to me and says, “I’ll start with you.”

  Whit sits back at the top of the bed, watching us. Chloe runs her fingers down my chest, drumming them on my skin. Everywhere she touches feels electric. Her hands reach my boxers and she pulls them down, freeing my erection from the fabric. The strain I was feeling is lessened, but my dick is so hard, it’s begging to be touched.

  Chloe wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, slowly coming up to the head. She positions herself right above the head and spits on it. She brings the wetness all the way down with her palm and strokes me softly.

  “Mmmmmm,” I groan.

  Her touch is light and teasing. She is driving me nuts with anticipation. Chloe smiles and me and slowly starts tightening her grip. The pressure on my cock feels so wonderful, a little precum escapes. Chole sees.