The Right Men for the Job Page 2

  “No,” Astrid said, “he didn’t leave me for Lucia.”

  Vico noticed that she tensed when she talked about it. She still wasn’t over it. He knew a good remedy for that.

  “Although I did introduce them. He left me for another woman, a different one. In fact there’ve been a few others before he settled down with my best friend.”

  “Ouch,” Deacon said, and turned to kiss her gently on the cheek.

  Vico knew it was an instinctive gesture. Deacon was a big softie underneath his gruff exterior, but he wasn’t going to be left out when it came to Astrid, and he delivered his next comment with conviction. “That man is crazy. He’s the biggest loser here.”

  When she turned her face up to his, Deacon looked at her with a kind of hypnotised stare and then kissed her full on the mouth. She jumped, startled, and then quickly melted, her lips parting as she returned his kiss. Watching them made Vico hard, and his mind raced. He glanced away, and saw that her ex had noticed what was going on. Vico lifted his glass in the lucky man’s direction. The ex glowered and stomped off.

  Deacon and Astrid were oblivious. Deacon was kissing her neck. She gave a breathless laugh. “You two are very good for my ego.”

  “Ego? Is that what they call it these days?” Vico said, leaning in, his hand tightening on her waist as he whispered in her ear.

  “Don’t mind Vico,” Deacon said. “He always attempts to get the woman I want.”

  Vico watched her reaction to that comment.

  Her soft lips parted and her eyes flashed, then she tilted back her head and chuckled, and the sound of it was deeply sexy. He wondered for a moment if it was just about getting back at the ex boyfriend, but she wasn’t even looking beyond the pair of them anymore.

  “Hey now, you two are winding me up,” she said.

  Vico recognised his window of opportunity. He wanted to open her up. She deserved to be adored and loved. “Not at all. We both want you, simple as that.”

  “Stop it,” she whispered, blushing.

  He shrugged. “They say success is the best form of revenge, why not show him you can have two men if you want?”

  “I wouldn’t want you to fake anything just to help me out.” She glanced from one of them to the other. She really didn’t believe it.

  “Fake it?” Deacon shook his head. “No way. I’ve known Vico for three years, and I know he wants you. As for me,” he lifted her chin by one finger, turning her to face him fully, “no faking required.” Closing the gap between them, he kissed her full on the mouth again.

  Vico watched, fascinated. Deacon wasn’t usually so blatant, not ever. Party guests were looking their way, but apparently Deacon didn’t care. Astrid had lost touch with her surroundings as well. Her hands were latched over Deacon’s shoulders as he kissed her. Vico was pleased Deacon had made the move. His British friend was picking up tips from him, perhaps. Either that or he wanted her so much he didn’t know what he was doing.

  When they came up for air, Deacon gently stroked her hair back from her face. Astrid was even more beautiful when aroused, her eyes dark, her skin flushed. Watching them together was too good. Vico pictured them locked in a kiss the way they had been, but naked, with Deacon in action between her legs. His cock hardened in response to the image. He’d give anything to see Deacon in action.

  I might even share the goddess to get a ringside seat for that show.

  “So, what do you think,” he ventured. When she locked eyes with him, her soft lips parted, he decided to push it forward. “Do you want to get out of here, go somewhere else, spend some time with us?”

  She nodded, her eyes bright and oddly luminous.

  “Ever had two men before?” he added.

  She shook her head, but she wasn’t shocked. She was fascinated. Beside her, Deacon’s eyes burned with anticipation, and he was looking to Vico to urge it on. Swallowing the rest of his champagne, Vico abandoned the glass. “Come on, let’s go.”

  * * * *

  The pick-up truck jolted down a gear.

  “Bloody hell, I can’t drive while you’re doing that,” Deacon declared.

  Astrid gasped, clutching at Vico. He had one hand buried between her legs, where he teased the skin of her inner thighs while he kissed her neck in the most arousing way. As if she wasn’t hot enough already—he had her like a cat in heat. She was just about ready to beg for relief.

  How had they done this to her, she wondered?

  Was it the dual approach, their eagerness, or the sheer amount of male pheromones that surrounded her? Whatever it was, her levels of sexual need had gone off the chart when they’d got back in the truck. Vico had moved in on her as soon as they pulled away from the party, and at first Deacon had kept one hand on her knee as he drove.

  Deacon swerved the truck into a lay-by.

  Vico’s hand closed over the front of her underwear, apparently nudged higher by the truck grinding to halt. One hand on the dash, she swore aloud when Deacon switched off the engine.

  Deacon looked at her. “You’re a dangerous woman to be around.”

  “Me?” she objected. “No, no, no. It’s you two who are the dangerous ones.” Breathless laughter escaped her as Deacon ducked to kiss her neck on the opposite side to his cohort in seduction. Her eyes closed when his mouth moved over her skin.

  An eager man on either side of me, I’m lost to this.

  “Dangerous? Do you want us to take you home?” Deacon asked as he planted small, tantalising kisses behind her ear and into her hairline.

  Her pussy prickled, her centre fluttering with need. The G-string she wore was damp and clinging to her. Opening her eyes, she saw that the lay-by he had parked in was at a picnic area she’d passed in her own car many times. Moonlight filtered through the trees onto the wooden tables and benches. The place was flanked by tall pines, and in the moonlight it was both beautiful and inviting. “No, I don’t want to go home yet.”

  Vico moved, acting on her words, and opened the truck door. Clambering out, he reached back in to offer her his hand. “Come on.”

  Before she had a chance to respond, Deacon had popped her seatbelt and was opening his own door. It crossed her mind that her friends would tell her off for being out here with two men she barely knew. But she’d told the security guy at her office block where she was headed after her car wouldn’t start, and everyone at the party had seen them together. They wouldn’t be forgotten, no way. More than that, she sensed they could be trusted. Deacon was sober, and he was a loyal type. Vico had a wickedly charming edge, but nothing that unnerved her.

  By the time she slid across the seat and stepped down, Deacon was right there with Vico, helping her out from the cab. As soon as she set her feet on solid ground she moved against the side of the truck. Vico’s hands were back on her, and his mouth covered hers. His kiss was more practiced than his buddy’s, more overtly seductive. He ran his tongue along her lower lip, making it tingle, before plunging it into her mouth. His hands were around her lower ribs, thumbs teasing the underside of her breasts through her dress. Drawing his tongue back and forth over hers, he mimicked the sex act. It made her as restless as a cat on a hot tin roof, more eager than she’d ever felt for physical action. Then the breeze lifted and she felt Deacon’s hand brush against her cheek as he stroked her hair back from her face, tenderly. She put her hand over his, holding him there, her heart dancing.

  How long have I been waiting for an experience like this, without even knowing it?

  “You’re so hot,” Vico whispered against her throat. “We’ve both wanted you for weeks.”

  Deacon nodded when she glanced his way, confirming what his friend had said. It was to the quieter man she looked for grounding, when the charmer said such wild, flattering things.

  “I had no idea.” Her pleasure multiplied, the thought of the two of them wanting her making her physical need soar. “I confess that I’ve been watching you both as well, watching you go in and out of the workshop, from my office w
indow.”

  Deacon broke into a smile when she said that. He was the more serious of the two, but when he smiled his face lit up.

  “Is there any reason why the three of us shouldn’t enjoy each other, here and now?” Vico asked, and his voice was low and softly seductive.

  A sultry breeze blew through the trees, stirring them. The night air was filled with the scent of the undergrowth. It seemed to call to her, echoing the lure of the two men, two lovers. She noticed that they exchanged glances and wondered if they had done this before, and just how close they were. Had they shared a woman before? Had they been lovers?

  “We can be very discreet. It’ll be our secret, if you like,” he added. “Why not have some fun, huh?”

  “Why not,” she whispered. Hard male thighs pressed against her hips, rough male hands stroked her face and torso. Her body was completely ensconced, locked between theirs, and it was overwhelming—a rush she’d never before experienced. Dropping her head back against the wall of the truck, she savoured it, locking that moment into her memory forever. She shifted, giddy with arousal, her legs turning weak under her. Deacon held her around the waist with one powerful arm and she could tell how easy it was for him to steady her, he was so strong.

  A car drove by, headlights flashing along the lay-by quietening them for a moment. They were shielded behind the truck, and that was significant. They were offering her sexual fulfilment, fun, and pleasure. If she wanted, it could remain a secret. Part of her was reassured by that, but part of her—a long buried part—thought about shucking discretion off. It felt good being with the pair of them at the party. How decadent it would be to go on a date for three. When she was a teenager, over a decade before and back in the days before she got weighted down by business protocol and society expectations, she was a rebel and a prankster. That buried part of her identified with the idea of nonconformity, the blatant deviance of taking two lovers at the same time.

  The passing car had gone and all was quiet again, but for the sounds of insects humming low in the undergrowth. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

  “You don’t want to do this?” There was a serious question in Deacon’s tone. He had her pinned against the side of the truck, her hands captured in one strong fist, but he still wanted her to feel safe, and she appreciated that.

  “I do want to, I really do.” The breathless confession took with it her last bit of resistance and she became boneless and fluid in their hands, willing to own this moment with these two men that she barely knew.

  Vico reached under her dress and stroked her, plucking at the G-string.

  She whimpered and shuffled on her heels. “You have condoms?” she asked, heat traversing her body as she put that out there, sealing the deal.

  They both nodded. Vico turned her to face the truck, and unzipped her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra and she felt the dress loosening around her breasts and her nipples tingled and burned, the brush of fabric across them too tantalising.

  He let the dress drop and it pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of it. Purring softly when she saw their expressions, she gestured at them. "Your turn…if I’m going to be in a state of undress in a lay-by, you are too.”

  Vico nodded. “I like your style.” He pulled his T-shirt over his head, muscled torso rippling as he did so, and then looked at Deacon expectantly as he tossed the T-shirt aside. “Come on, big guy.”

  Deacon flashed him a look that made Astrid wonder again if they were lovers. Vico seemed to be teasing Deacon. Nevertheless, Deacon stripped to the waist, shooting Vico another glance as he did so.

  Vico gestured towards the picnic area. He was always ready to lead, it seemed, but she sensed that Deacon was willing to follow if she was. Adrenaline pumped in her veins and she took his hand and together they crossed the grass, walking quickly between the empty picnic tables. Deacon was close at her back and it felt as if they were in their own private playground, and that was so liberating.

  Vico stopped by a picnic table at the edge of the area that was obscured from the road by the trees, but lit by moonlight. “Here, I would like to taste you here on this table. I think Deacon would too.”

  Astrid’s breath hitched, a shiver going through her. Edging her bottom against the table, she was glad when Deacon assisted her. He pulled her G-string down and squatted in front of her as he slid the fabric over her hips and down the length of her legs, drawing a loud gasp from her mouth. He wrapped his hand around one ankle, encouraging her to step out. She did so, watching as he tucked the G-string into his jeans pocket as he stood up.

  “For safe keeping,” he explained.

  “Good thinking.” She rested back against the wooden table, sitting gingerly onto it.

  Vico put his hand on her knee and opened one of her dangling legs to the side. Her bared pussy tingled in the humid night air. He glanced at Deacon, meaningfully. Deacon didn’t hesitate. Moving between her open thighs, he cupped her breasts in his hands, thumbs teasing over nipples, and then eased her upper body back onto the wooden table, the hard bulk at his groin coming to rest over her pussy as he did so.

  Looking down at her, he rocked his hips back and forth, letting her feel him. When she moaned, he leant over her and suckled her nipples, one after the other. Her hands closed around his head possessively. Sensation looped from her nipples to her sex and back, locking her whole body to the rough caress of his tongue on her knotted nipple. Then he moved lower, kissing and licking a path down her abdomen to her pussy, where he kissed then bit her playfully, before gently sliding his tongue into her wet groove.

  “Christ, you taste good,” he murmured, and lapped at her swollen clit.

  Astrid couldn’t respond, she wasn’t able to. Sensation overwhelmed her. Then she felt Vico's hands stroking her flank, and his mouth on her mound. The way she was splayed on the table gave them both access, and she was about to come, so intense was the dual sensation of being kissed and sucked by two mouths. Undulating on the table, her arms opened, her fingers latching around the edges of the table. Her clit burned, her core flexing rhythmically.

  “Oh, oh, I’m going to come.” That only encouraged them. Her body arched under their assault, her groin burning up as she hit her peak. Shuddering to release, she felt fingers in her sticky entrance. It was Deacon. Vico had backed off and was standing by, watching. Instinctively her legs lifted, her knees drawing up around his hips. Her body ached to have him inside, to be filled by that erection she’d felt inside his jeans.

  “Oh please,” she said, reaching for him.

  “I’m right here.” He unzipped his jeans, letting them and his jockey shorts drop.

  “Oh,” she murmured, subconsciously, when she got a look at his erection. It was rock hard and ready.

  Vico appeared at Deacon’s side and dropped a couple of condom packets onto the table beside her hip. “Looking good, Deacon,” he murmured, staring at Deacon's cock.

  “Don’t push it Vico, you wouldn’t want to see me disappoint Astrid here.”

  “No, I want to see you show her a really good time.”

  There was a sense of tension between them, like a hidden tug of war. She’d been in business long enough to recognise that undercurrent, like an unspoken discussion or agreement. Was it just about the here and now, or something else between them? Whatever it was, it made the vibe in the atmosphere even more sexually edgy and illicit.

  Deacon’s hands flickered in the moonlight as he snatched up one of the condom packets and tore it open.

  “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.