CherrysJubilee (15 page)

Looking at Jed and Erik, he could see that neither of them had thought of it either. So simple. None of them had thought to ask her to stay that day. Just stay.

“How did we miss that?” he asked them.

Both of them shook their heads.

“I’d been hearing rumors about the no-confidence vote. Nothing concrete,” she continued. “I tried to stop it but no one would listen to me. If I had told you about it, though, if anyone knew about our relationship, I couldn’t have defended you against it. I would have had to recuse myself. So I had to stay away.”

That she had known and tried to stop it, had fought for him despite everything, in spite of everything…or because of it.

She was the playmate, the lover for whom they had been looking.

He hadn’t done this well. But he could fix that.

Reaching for the pins in her hair, tugging them free, his voice soft, Connor said, “Cherry, please stay.”

Cherry took a deep breath. It had been so odd not to have any of them touching her. Her heart ached more than a little, seeing them all this close again, smelling Connor’s cologne, remembering what it had been like to touch them, to fuck them.

The flow of words in her head came to an abrupt stop as her breath caught and she realized what he had just said. “What?”

“Stay,” he repeated, smiling, pulling one pin after another from her hair so that it spilled down over shoulders. “We all want you to. All three of us. Jed, Erik…me.”

Cherry looked up into his brilliant blue eyes. Her heart seemed to stop beating.

Then suddenly sense took over.

“Wait a minute,” she said and stuck her arm out, narrowing her eyes.

Her arm came up against a strong, solid male chest, the muscles flexing beneath her hand. It was an incredible sensation. Her heart stuttered as her pussy went tight. “There are going to be some rules this time.”

Giving her a look, grinning at the challenge, Connor tried to go around her. She stayed with him though, like a guard on a basketball court, fighting a smile.

“This time, I’m not the only one naked most of the time. You all have gorgeous bodies, I want to touch and play too.”

Almost too late, she saw Connor’s gaze shift. She’d nearly forgotten Jed and Erik behind her. She spun.

Jed caught her suit jacket but she let her arms slide out of it as she turned to plant a hand in the center of his lean chest before dodging away from him, giving him a warning look. It was like trying to hold back a muscular wall.

“That goes for you too, Jed, Erik,” Cherry said, fighting laughter. “Nope. This time, I get my fun as well. You first. Strip. All three of you.”

Gesturing at her body, doing a good imitation of chicken-necking, she said, “You ain’t touchin’ this ’til you do.”

“It’s three against one,” Connor pointed out, clearly amused, but he loosened his tie.

Erik stepped in front of her. She braced a hand against his chest, narrowing her eyes at him, the solid muscle of him hard beneath her hand. As if she could stop him.

“You heard me, mister,” she said. “You too.”

Fighting a grin, Erik started to comply but then made a grab at her wrist.

Laughing, she danced away from him, evading Connor at the same time, ducking around to the other side of the desk.

“I can keep this up all night,” she said, circling behind the desk, grinning. “Strip, gentlemen.”

With a glance at Jed and a nod, to tell him to circle around, Connor draped his suit jacket over a chair and moved slowly toward the end of the desk as he unbuttoned his cuffs then his shirt, giving Erik a significant look.

Erik nodded. This was going to be fun. His green eyes twinkling, he moved to block her exit from that end of the desk. Erik shrugged out of his jacket and hung it over a chair.

On the other side Jed tossed his jacket carelessly away, tugged his shirttails free and unbuttoned his cuffs as he too circled toward her.

Excitement burst through Cherry as she watched them surround her, close in on her as they undressed.

God, they were beautiful.

Her heart pounded.
Cherry, please stay
kept echoing through her head and her pussy ached, moisture gathering between her thighs.

Connor O’Donnell wasn’t a man to say please very often.

His magnificent chest became visible as he tugged his shirttails free. Her nipples tightened, chafing at the thin cotton beneath her shirt as she watched.

Jed’s lean, taut body was so gorgeous, the muscles tight, smooth and flat, becoming visible as his shirt parted.

Her mouth watered.

They were closing in too fast but she thought she might have a way to slow them down.

Backing toward the windows, eyeing Erik warily, she said, “Just to be fair…”

She unbuttoned her cuffs, watching them close around her as she unbuttoned her shirt, biting her lip a little. It was a race against time.

For a moment, Connor was transfixed, slowing his pace as the buttons of Cherry’s shirt parted one by one and the mounds of her tightly constrained breasts were exposed. His body tightened as her shirt opened to reveal what she wore underneath.

The tight bustier was of figured yellow satin, bound tightly around her body to push her breasts up and together, a thin scrap of paler yellow cotton at the top of each tiny cup covering the dusky shadow of her nipples. Watching him—them—Cherry ran her hands over her breasts, the hardened nipples peaking beneath the thin cotton as she teased them by pinching and flicking them with her fingers.

Connor’s mouth went dry, his cock coming to rigid attention.

It was wonderfully, incredibly erotic to touch and play with herself as they watched.

She saw Connor’s blue eyes go smoky and hot. Jed shifted a little to resettle himself as Erik groaned and smiled at their expressions. Erik too had his shirt open, revealing the broad, strong muscles of his massive chest.

Looking at the three of them with their shirts unbuttoned, their torsos exposed, all so gorgeous, each different, she didn’t think she’d ever seen anything sexier or more beautiful. There was definitely something about a half-naked man. Her breath caught as she reached behind to the button of her skirt.

She had their undivided attention now.

With a smile, she freed the button, slid the zipper down with a soft purring sound and let the skirt drop to puddle at her feet. She stood in just her open white button-down shirt and what was beneath it.

“Sweet Jesus,” Jed said, stopping in his tracks. All the air had left his lungs. It was the sexiest thing that he had ever seen outside a magazine.

Beneath the tight bustier she wore a yellow garter belt to hold up the lace-topped stockings on her shapely legs, made shapelier by the heels she wore and a pair of low-slung, yellow lace, boy-style shorts, cut to expose the white globes of her firm, round ass.

Looking from one to the other of them, she pushed her breasts higher, playing with her nipples, scraping her fingernails lightly over the cotton covering them.

Jed thought he’d lose his mind as he watched.

Connor’s cock was hard as rock just from looking at her. She looked like a model for one of the better men’s magazines except that she stood in front of them.

Erik groaned.

Turning her head, she looked at him, smiling.

In one quick motion Connor had her wrist, a sharp tug yanking her carelessly over his shoulder as she squealed with surprise.

Laughing, she said, “Connor, put me down.”

Connor checked to make sure the hall was clear, then resolutely carried her toward his private elevator—his now for certain, thanks to her. He thought they should show her their appreciation.

“Someone needs a spanking, don’t you think?” he said, as Jed and Erik fell in beside him. “First for leaving without saying goodbye and second for being a tease.”

With a grin, Jed said, “I do.”

Her bottom was there in front of him, the firm globes exposed where the thin lace shorts pulled high.

“Jed,” Cherry said warningly, looking at him from beneath her hair. “No.”

His hand cracked sharply across one rounded globe.

The stinging pain made her squeak but there was something oddly exciting about it too.

“Jed!” she cried.

“I’m not done. That was for leaving,” he drawled and dealt her another resounding smack on her other cheek, hard enough to leave her pretty ass pink and glowing. “That was for teasing.”

That time she actually yelped but she didn’t look as if she minded that much, Jed noticed.

Now both of her ass cheeks showed the evidence of his fingers. He smoothed his hand over the velvety skin.

Turning to allow Erik access, Connor said, “Erik?”

A big hand cracked against her bottom. She grunted and gasped. Warmth flooded her, both her bottom and her pussy. She wriggled as Connor pushed the button for his private elevator. The door slid silently open.

Erik spanked her other ass cheek hard. He smoothed a hand over her warmed buttocks. Her pussy flooded, drenching the lace. Heat and anticipation were pouring through her.

“Connor,” Cherry said, wiggling, “put me down.”

As the doors slid shut he did, letting her slide from his shoulder into the center of their circle. He looked from Jed to Erik.

Cherry found herself tightly hemmed in by three huge, magnificent men, all pressing close. She raised her eyes to Connor’s blue ones then looked at Erik and Jed, on each side of her. In delight, she ran her hands over them, almost overwhelmed by their maleness. The sheer level of testosterone in such a small space was intoxicating.

Touching them was exhilarating.

Deliberately, all three set about removing their dress slacks and underwear.

They couldn’t keep their hands off her either.

Or their cocks, bumping them against her hips, her belly, her ass, leaving cool dots of pre-cum on her skin. Her hands danced over their cocks, sleeking up the silky skin over the rigid muscle beneath. They were delightfully hard beneath her hands.

All three of them ran their hands over her as well, brushing and teasing her nipples, tweaking, teasing and plucking at them until they were as hard as pebbles, sliding their hands over her smooth bottom and between her thighs, over her mound to tease her clit beneath the lace.

Still, Cherry didn’t want to make it too easy for them.

The elevator doors whispered open. With a grin, she darted out. She didn’t expect Erik’s quickness this time. He snared her wrist as she slipped through, swinging her around with her back against his broad chest. In one smooth motion he bent, wrapped an arm over hers, one underneath and around her thighs and lifted her from the floor.

Cherry’s back collided with a hard masculine body as she gasped, finding herself suspended in the air, Erik’s arms wrapped firmly around her legs so that she was pinned against his chest, her arms trapped beneath his. She was helpless, her thighs open to reveal her pussy and the drenched lace.

“You’re not getting away this time,” he said with a smile.

“Erik,” she gasped, half in surprise, half in amazement.

It was an interesting view, Cherry dressed as she was, locked in Erik’s arms with her legs spread.

“How long can you hold her like that, big guy?” Connor asked curiously.

Erik lifted an eyebrow and curled his arms a little, lifting her higher. “I bench five hundred pounds, Conn, you know that. She’s a little thing—she weighs nothing. In this position?” He shrugged carelessly.

Stepping closer, Connor looked Cherry in the eye and grinned.

“Check,” Connor said, hooking his fingers in the thin cotton covering her nipples, “and mate.”

Her breath caught, her blue eyes going wide…and hot.

Connor yanked down the thin cotton, revealing her deep pink areolas, the nipples already as hard as pebbles. Reaching into the cups to lift her breasts out, he tweaked her hard nubs, watching her blue eyes go smoky, her lips part. Deliberately, he lowered his head to one and lightly bit it.

She jolted and he smiled.

“Hey, Jed,” Connor said, “do you want some of this?” He looked at Erik. “Do you mind?”

Erik shook his head. His swelling cock was not far below Cherry’s tight ass, brushing against the wetness drenching the lace at her pussy. He didn’t mind at all. Her soft scent rose to him, a combination of her perfume and the sweet aroma of her arousal.

“Not at all. Help yourself,” he said, shifting his hips to rub the crown of his shaft against her wet entrance.

“Hey,” Cherry said in protest.

They ignored her.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Jed said, “but I’m hungry for pussy. I haven’t had any for weeks.”

Not since she had left them.

Cherry shivered in anticipation.

“By all means,” Connor said, stepping away, gesturing as Erik easily hefted Cherry higher, spreading her legs even farther apart.

Exposed and captive, Cherry tried to wriggle free but Erik held her securely. She could barely move.