she stroked him harder.
“Not at all. What were you thinking about exactly?” Gina's inner thighs grew slippery as she pushed her hand down Ford's pants. Luckily, his door had no window, and she had locked it when she came in.
“About fucking you while he watched.” His breathing was labored.
“Umm. That sounds good to me.”
“Are you serious?” Ford grabbed her hands, stopping her rubbing him.
“Actually, I think I am. I mean, what have we got to lose? We're all here alone, together. No one is going outside the circle for at least a year. Let's just keep it light.”
Ford made a sound in his throat. “I don't know if I can do that, Gina. I really like you—beyond just this situation. I didn't want to sleep with you only because you're the only woman here. There are lots of other women I'd have turned down.”
She melted against him. “I believe you. “So, what are we going to do now?”
“That's up to you.” Ford stroked her back.
“First, I want you to do me on your desk. Then, we find Larch to let him know what we've decided.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Ford grabbed her and pushed her to his desk and over it.
Gina panted, wanting him and thinking about what was to come—Larch and Ford with their hands all over her.
Ford jerked her skirt down to her ankles. Her pantyhose followed after. She had already taken the lab coat off before coming to his office. He rubbed his cock against her ass cheeks, and she groaned.
“Fuck me, Ford.”
“I will. You feel so damned good. I just want to make sure you're all nice and wet for me.” His warm breath came against her neck as he leaned against her.
A knock sounded on the door.
Ford froze, and Gina did, too.
“Who is it?” He asked, clearing his throat.
“It's Larch. I need to talk to you.”
“Shit,” Gina whispered, but her heart bolted with excitement.
“Come in quickly. Shut the door right behind you,” Ford commanded. “You sure about this?” He asked, kissing Gina's neck.
“I am.”
“Here we go.”
* * * *
Larch walked in and shut the door quickly.
“Holy hell,” he said, gazing at his colleagues. Gina was naked from the waist down. Ford's erection pressed against her creamy white ass.
“We've made our decision,” Ford said.
“I can see that. Wow.” Larch's cock was at attention, painfully pressing against his jeans.
“Want to join us...or watch?” Gina asked with a wink.
Larch stared at the smooth curve of her ass. “I want to watch him fuck you. Then I want to come on your ass.”
Gina bit her lip. “Sounds like a plan,” she purred.
Ford grunted and slid his cock home.
Larch didn't ask for permission. He took his clothes off and joined them. He stroked Gina's hair as she whimpered. “You like his cock inside you?”
“Oh my god.”
Larch slid his finger inside Gina's open mouth. She sucked it, and his cock hardened even further. “I want him to come inside of you.”
She nodded, moaning and sucking two fingers now. Her tongue flicked, and he groaned. He could tell she was on the verge of her orgasm. Who wouldn't be with two men catering to your sexual needs?
Ford pounded in and out of her. “Dammit. This is so hot. I'm about to come, Gina. Ready?” Ford asked, ramming into her with the length of his cock.
“Yes.” She arched against him.
Larch stroked her lips with his fingers and mussed her hair. He wanted her so much.
She whimpered and shouted softly. Larch felt her buck. “That's right, squeeze that cock, baby.”
Gina closed her eyes, moaning softly as Ford thrust one last time inside of her.
“My turn,” Larch commanded. “I changed my mind. I want to come on your stomach instead. I want to see all of you. The rear view was very nice.” He shoved papers off of Ford's desk and lay Gina on top of it.
“Hey now,” Ford protested softly. He held his cock in one hand. Larch enjoyed him watching.
“I'll clean it up when we're done.”
Gina moaned as Larch fingered her
Franzeska G. Ewart, Helen Bate