Take a deep breath,’ he said. 'Remember how good this felt last night.'
I willed myself to relax. His hand left my sex to pull one cheek from his target. An unaccustomed draught cooled my flesh before his cock-head probed me, slick and hot. I arched my back and it pressed inside. His sudden exhalation burned my neck, but he didn't speak, just grasped my hip and pushed again.
'Halfway there,' he said and I thought, my God, half is plenty. The pressure was incredible - not painful exactly, but alarming. Was he really going to fit?
He heaved once more, grunting this time, and this time my body engulfed his root. I felt his balls press up against my cheeks, felt the prickle of his thatch. Inside, my body twitched and flamed. I thought my bottom had grown a second heart, the pounding there was so intense. A moan rose in my throat. If he moved, I'd come.
'Good?' He chuckled as if he knew exactly what was happening to me. 'Feel like begging yet?'
I almost said 'no' but I remembered how few minutes remained. Should I beg? I suspected he could hold out longer than I could. If I begged now, he might get me off a few times. I knew my day would be miserable if he didn't.
'Please beg, Kate.' His hips shimmied with urgency, bringing me closer to the edge.
I bit my lip and tasted blood. 'How should I say it?'
'"Please" is good enough. Just make it quick. I'm dying back here.'
'Please, then, Sean. Please fuck me in the arse.'
The hand that held mine tightened. The other found my * again. He kneaded the soft, wet flesh as he slowly dragged back out of me. Halfway out, he pushed, using his grip on my mound to anchor his return. My untried state prevented him from going far. His chest rumbled. I sensed his impatience with my tightness, but also that he loved it. He throbbed inside me, pulses of fire that vibrated through the barrier between my anus and sheath. If Sean and Joe both filled me, would they feel the passage of each other's shaft? I came at the thought, a long ripple that oscillated like liquid gold between back and front.
"That's it. Give it up,' Sean said as the climax eased me. He began short-stroking in quick, eager drives. 'Ah, you're smooth as silk. I wish I had all day for this.'
I shuddered again, this orgasm a brief stab of pleasure, there and then gone. His thrusts lengthened. He groaned and said: 'God, this is good.' Another climax broke at his praise, his deeper strokes touching it off further inside me, making it hotter. As soon as that one faded, the hunger built again. My * clenched, desperate for something to hold. I fumbled for his hand and urged two fingers inside my dripping sheath.
'Oh, man.' His fingers stroked me inside, their movements agitated. 'Oh, man, I'm a goner. Spread your legs wider. I gotta get - I'm gonna shoot. Oh, yeah, babe, that's it. That's it.'
His groin slammed my cheeks as if someone had kicked him from behind. His prick stiffened even more. I knew I had seconds to finish - milliseconds. I mashed the heel of his palm over my bud and gyrated hard. My climax burst in a shower of hot, red darts. My body tightened, round his fingers, round his prick...
'Oh, sh-' he hissed as his hips began to jerk. He shook for a good while, a marathon orgasm.
Afterwards, he held me longer than he had to, longer than I understood. I rubbed the side of my head against his face, trying to give him whatever it was he needed. His cock softened, slipping from me.
'Kate,' he whispered. 'Pretty Kate.'
He bit my neck before he let go. Leaving his mark, I suppose. Limbs shaking, I pulled up my trousers and sagged back against the bookshelf. Sean dropped down beside me. He took one look at me and stripped off his T-shirt.
'Here, wipe your face. There's got to be a dry spot somewhere.'
'Good thing I don't wear make-up.'
'You don't need it,’ he said.
The unexpected compliment inspired a silence. I wiped my face and returned his sweaty shirt, which he dazedly pulled back on. If I looked anything like he did, we could have passed for train wreck victims - not only for our dishevelment, but for the expression on our faces. We'd surprised the hell out of each other.
'I didn't expect this to happen,' I said.
He scrubbed his hair back from his face, making his biceps pop in unison. 'Me neither.' He looked at his watch and grimaced at the time. 'I'd better leave. Your employees will wonder what's going on.'
'Sean.' I paused to measure my words. 'We should go somewhere and talk. We ... we kind of jumped into this - last night, too. I want to make sure no one gets hurt.'
He rubbed his palms down the front of his jeans. 'I know. I didn't expect it to be so -'
'Intense?'
He nodded, then looked away. "There are some things you need to know about me and Joe, things you might not understand.'
I had no doubt of that. By mutual accord, we struggled to our feet and shook out our wrinkles.