She? I wondered. She as in me?
Joe choked out a laugh. "That would take some doing, considering her equipment.'
Sean laughed, too, and then I really felt like an intruder.
But it was my room! Taking a quick breath for courage, I shoved the door open. The lovers froze, mid-stroke.
'Shit,' said Sean.
'Oh, my God,' said Joe.
Young Joe's face was a canvas for his emotions. I read contrition in the compression of his lips, embarrassment in his flaming cheeks. 'Kate. We didn't expect you back so early.'
'I guess not,' I said.
At the dryness of my tone, he tried to disengage. Sean wouldn't have it. His muscular arms formed a vice around Joe's waist. With a short grunt, he slung himself deeper. Joe couldn't stifle a groan of pleasure.
That groan was all the impetus I needed to step inside.
Joe's head came up. His cognac-coloured eyes darkened. That's when I knew my lodgers were here, in my room, because the chance I might walk in lent a thrill to the proceedings. But I could live with that - considering the thrill they'd given me.
Hiding a smile, I shrugged out of my jacket and hung it over a chair. One pocket bulged with Joe's stolen jockstrap. What a bad girl I was, and getting badder by the minute. Beneath my apple-red turtleneck the tips of my breasts felt cold, as if they'd been capped in steel.
Sean was the first to notice. His thrusting stuttered to a halt.
'Well, well, well. Looks like our landlady isn't miffed, after all.' He circled one finger around Joe's nipple, a tiny mirror of my own. 'Why don't you ask her if she wants to join us?' Clearly, Sean expected me to run from this challenge.
'Yes, why don't you?' I said, my voice as sultry as I could make it.
Joe's gasp sounded loud in the hush of my attic bedroom. His prick bobbed up another inch - and stayed there. Had I ever seen anyone swing so high? I stepped closer. The tip of his penis was shiny and full, plum-red, plum-shaped. I licked my lips. Joe moaned.
Behind him, Sean eyed me like a snake eyes a mongoose. He didn't pull free, though. Maybe he didn't realise I wanted him right where he was.
I circled the locked pair, savouring the sheen of sweat and the ripple of lean male muscle. They made a pretty picture, what with Sean so fair and Joe so dark. Sean's buttocks tightened as though he could feel my eyes on them. Then I reached the other side.
No one could miss how my perusal had energised Joe. His erection grazed the skin beneath his navel. I suspected it was painful. It looked good enough to eat.
He looked at me and bit his smooth lower lip. 'Do you - do you want to join us?'
'That depends on your partner,' I said. 'Were you serious about the invitation, Sean? Or testing whether I'd bite?'
'Try it and I'll bite back.' He bared his teeth. 'And I do like women - in case that's what you really want to know.'
Smug, sexy bastard. I'd deal with him later. In fact, I was looking forward to it. For now, though, Joe and his beautiful boner were my primary concern.
I gestured towards my shirt, capturing his eyes. The soft cotton clung to my tautened nipples. He stared at the little nubs. 'Would you like me to take this off?' I asked.
'W-would I?' He shook his head to clear it. 'Of course I would.'
Sean snorted. I ignored him. Grasping the hem in both hands, I pulled the shirt over my head, then shook out my auburn curls. Now I wore nothing but jeans and a lacy black push-up bra. Both men's eyes widened, visibly impressed.
See, I mentally told my ex. Some men appreciate what I've got to offer. Some men wouldn't trade me for a raft of flat-chested teenagers.
Emboldened, I ran my hands up my sides and cupped my breasts. I lifted their weight the way a man might; my nipples crested the edge of the lace. A low cry broke in Joe's throat.
'Amen,’ Sean seconded. His gaze roved my chest as he used the bundled silk to draw a slow figure-of-eight on Joe's belly. I had the oddest feeling he imagined he was touching me.
Curious, I tugged the yellow cloth from his hand. When I shook it out, it turned out to be a skimpy silk teddy. It did not belong to me, but someone had sprayed my Chanel No. 19 all over it. I did not know what to make of this, or of Joe's cringe of horror.
'Whose is this?' I asked.
Joe's eyes flew open. 'I thought it was yours.'
Sean cleared his throat. He looked embarrassed. 'Um, that's what I told him. I thought he'd - well, I didn't want him to mess up your nice underwear. I have sisters. I know how women get about that stuff.'
I pressed my lips together against a laugh. 'Very considerate, Sean.'
Joe frowned - not a reaction I wanted to encourage, so I tossed the lingerie aside and shimmied out of my jeans. That got his attention, especially when I dropped to my knees and scooted under his arms between him and the footboard. I considered his rigid penis. It was long as well as thick. This was going to be a challenge, but a nice one. Knowing he watched, I circled my tongue suggestively round my lips.