“You’ll be my bride soon enough, Audrey Rousseau. Now get your saucy ass over here and take a break for a minute,” he insisted. She complied silently, glad to oblige the sexy, desirous man she finally got to see alone.
“I want to show you something,” Max murmured as he seated her on his lap and opened a large leather sleeve he used to keep his newest designs under wraps. Despite her endless hours working side by side with him, he somehow managed to work longer and harder than anyone she’d ever known.
“What is this? Do you ever sleep?” she asked as he carefully pulled a set of drawings out onto his special drawing table. He absent-mindedly kissed her on the head as he pulled her closer to him and let her examine his plans. Spread before her were drawings of the department store, but it was doubled in size, with an entire separate wing clearly marked for menswear.
“I had my doubts about it, Audrey, but I can see now what a success we’re going to be with you at the helm. People might laugh right now, but in ten years people will look at our stores and realize how far ahead of the curve we were,” Max murmured as Audrey examined his careful drawings.
“And how far we’ll continue to be,” she added with a smile. “It won’t stop with menswear. We’ll do high end ready-to-wear apparel alongside the wildest and most beautiful luxury
haute couture
. Perfume, jewelry, you name it. It will be ours. You will design stores across America that are both cutting edge and beautiful, places where every kind of person can and will shop.”
“Ah, yes. I forgot. Guess I better get to work, then,” Max replied with a warm smile.
As she laid out her master plan to him, Max began to slowly rub his hands up and down her torso, letting his fingers wander over the soft fabric of the warm sweater she had donned. The wintery chill of the night air had leaked into the studio, and she shivered as he exposed her bare flesh to the coolness of the room.
“I love when you talk about business, baby,” he said as he pulled the cloth away from her shoulder and slowly ran his tongue down the distance of her neck. She felt the hard length of his cock through the layers of fabric separating her soft flesh from the firm muscle of his body. The feel of his erection against her ass as she sat across his lap instantly made her wet with arousal for him.
He ran his fingers through her hair while consuming the tops of her breasts with feverish kisses as she rhythmically rubbed her backside against his hard shaft. His hands explored the rest of her, roughly pushing away the garment and forcing his rough palms beneath the cloth separating them. She leaned back into him as the pleasure of his movements consumed every thought, leaving behind the slow rhythm of their quiet gestures.
Suddenly the door of the studio opened, and the surprise of the moment led Audrey to desperately attempt to cover herself. The relief spread through her when Silas walked through the door, the only other person she wished to see at the moment. After days of nonstop work and socializing, she relished the idea of having an intimate evening at home with both her men.
“What in the hell happened to you?” Max said as Silas came into the room, filthy from head to toe.
“Are you ok? We were wondering when you’d be home,” Audrey added, the worry momentarily breaking the calm she had felt just moments before.
“I’m fine, you two. Great, actually. Lucy finally gave birth to a gorgeous little filly,” Silas said, the grin spreading across his face.
“Oh, thank goodness,” she replied, the relief spreading through her immediately.
He sauntered into the room, his heavy boots leaving dark footprints across the floor. His coat dripped from the autumn rainstorm, and mud streaked his face and fair hair.
“Silas! You’re making a mess!” Audrey exclaimed, jumping off Max’s lap to prevent him from getting any closer to the precious drawings sitting on the desk. One streak of mud and hours of hard labor would have to be repeated.
“Oh, yeah? And who’s going to stop me?” Silas replied, roughly grabbing her in his dirty hands and immediately pulling her half-open sweater and flimsy camisole to the floor. Silas pulled her now nearly nude body into him, letting the dirt smear across her ivory skin.
“Damn you, Silas Abrams,” she shrieked, trying to pull away as he tickled her with his grimy hands. She struggled against him, wriggling in every direction as he tortured her with light touches all over her body.
“Since you’re dirty now too, how ’bout we both go and get clean together? I swear I’ll make up for the mess I made.” The sensation of his breath in her ear along with the thought of his hands soaping her from head to toe made her cunt immediately soak with the promise of what was to come.
Audrey turned around and stared back at Max, still seated in the chair and watching her. “Will you help clean up your brother’s mess, Maxwell?” The idea of both brothers scrubbing her down in their massive tub immediately had a delicious ache filling her from head to toe. Max silently complied with her request, following her to the door with a sly smile consuming his face.
The three of them shut off the lights and locked up the workspace. As Max closed the door, he looked at them and offered a mischievous dare.
“Race ya’ll to the bedroom,” he shouted as he took off down the hallway, stripping off each article of clothing he had been wearing. Silas and Audrey immediately followed suit, the sound of the three lovers’ laughter ringing through every corner of the house.
When they made it into the bathroom, Max had already begun to draw a bath for the three of them, the hot water rapidly pouring into the tub. She couldn’t help but watch as he readied the tub naked, the muscled planes of his back and ass on display as he placed all the necessities in easy reach of the water.
“Add some flakes, will you, baby?” Audrey asked as she attempted to regain her breath after their competition.
“Gladly.” Max happily obliged, grabbing her naked waist close to him as he reached above her to grab the soap box from a tall shelf. As he poured the contents into the steaming water, the bath began to froth with a decadent layer of thick bubbles.
Silas approached her from behind, his coarse hands roughly pulling her ass into his torso. His erection seemed to grow by the moment as he rubbed her bare behind against his cock and thighs.
“Silas Abrams, get your butt in that tub this minute. I will not have a mud-covered Neanderthal poking at me with his oversized dick. I am a lady, in case you’ve forgotten,” she teased as she pushed her way out of his strong arms.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a grin. “You don’t have to tell me twice, as long as you’ll help me become more presentable to a delicate lass such as yourself.”
He stepped into the tub and extended his hand to her for assistance.
“That’s more like it. The southern gentleman at his best,” she said as the two of them simultaneously sunk into the water beneath them. Max stepped into the suds, and Audrey couldn’t help but gawk at the gorgeous man standing above her. He seemed to be made of nothing but streamlined muscle and sinew, the hard lines of his body towered endlessly above her.
He kneeled down to meet her gaze, and she immediately responded by wrapping her hands around his neck and kissing him gently on the mouth.
“I am one lucky lady,” she said as she let her hands wander down his taut frame.
“We’re the lucky ones, Audrey,” Silas said as he joined them. He, too, was a sight for sore eyes, a slenderer, more graceful version of his brother. Once he’d sat down, he let his fingers wander the gentle curve of her back, his hands painting her with foam.
He leaned in close to her, running his fingers through her hair. “C’mere, baby. I want to wash your hair.”
She happily obliged, dipping her head into the still running faucet as Silas soaped up his hands in preparation. They floated towards the center of the massive tub as Max reclined and watched them, a peaceful look on his face. Silas leaned against the far edge, pulling her against him as he began to rigorously massage her scalp. The soap from his careful scrubbing quickly started to drip down her shoulders and breasts and into the water as he massaged his fingertips from the nape of her neck to the top of her forehead.
She giggled as he formed her soapy hair into wild shapes and spikes on top of her head. “This would be a good look for you,” he joked as he completed his wild creation and then gently bent her head down to the faucet to rinse the thick clouds of soap from her locks.
Max pushed his way towards them, clearly sick of being a passive viewer. After she reemerged from under the running water, he pulled her into his arms and consumed her mouth feverishly. His mouth wandered down her neck as both hands reached for the rigid peaks of her breasts.
He took one nipple in his mouth and let his teeth and tongue explore the delicate ridge until she felt ready to combust. He opened her legs and pulled her onto his lap, his hands stroking the arch of her back as he continued torturing her with his mouth. Audrey straddled his hips as she leaned back and let the mixture of hot water and pleasure overwhelm her senses. As he wrapped her legs around him, the edge of his rigid cock brushed against her clit, and the sensation immediately caused her to writhe with need for both of them.
“I have to be inside you, Audrey,” Max whispered in her ear as he simultaneously tortured the two most sensitive sites on her body with the tip of his cock against her pussy and the masterful flicks of his tongue at her breast. She moaned as the vibrations of his words radiated through every part of her.
Silas closed in around her backside, his hands alternating with Max’s as he explored every inch of her dripping skin. “Am I clean enough yet, baby? I need an inspection before we move this party to the bedroom.”
“My pleasure,” she managed to utter as she turned to examine the smooth tan flesh. She pushed both of his muscled arms above his head and left a trail of soap behind as her palms smoothed over the hard curves of his upper body. She gathered more bubbles and let more suds wander down the firm gorgeous lines of his abdomen and over the v-shape of the muscles clustered at his hips.
“Excellent work, Mr. Abrams, if I do say so myself,” she finally said after examining every part of his gorgeous frame. “Will you rinse me off now that you’ve passed my test?”
“There is nothing I would enjoy more, my dear,” Silas said as he stood in the tub and reached for her hand. He took the handheld shower and carefully doused her in water, letting the suds covering every inch of her roll down her body.
He and Max took turns rinsing , and the three of them watched each other as they wrapped themselves in terrycloth. The warmth of the bath clung to Audrey, her damp skin radiating with heat as they silently made their way towards the bedroom.
Silas immediately dropped his towel to the floor and pulled back the quilts and sheets, eagerly preparing the luxurious bed for the pleasure all three lovers knew would be following.
The three of them climbed in together, each man devouring every part of her feverishly. They quickly fell into a frenzied pace with each other, the rhythm of their pleasure mounting as their clean, nude bodies settled into the softness beneath them.
“I have to taste you,” Max growled as he gave her a firm tap on the ass. “And then I’m going to give you that spanking I’ve been promising you.”
“But…” she said, attempting to protest.
“Don’t even try to argue with me on this, darlin’. Now that you’re finally well, you have no excuse you can offer me. But first I have to have this cunt in my mouth.” Max lifted her legs onto his broad shoulders, his tongue ruthlessly exploring her folds before she had a moment to protest.
The pleasure poured through her as his tastes alternated with firm smacks to her ass. He was clearly a master at delivering his delicious punishment, firmly tapping her behind and then spreading the heat of his hand down into the soaking folds of her throbbing pussy. He would let the pain radiate through her and then immediately return his tongue and lips to the ultimate source of her pleasure.
Silas kissed her ravenously as her whole body struggled against exploding into a never-ending series of orgasms.
“Please,” she screamed, gasping for air. “I need you both inside me. Now.” This was not a request, it was a necessity. An imperative need for both of them spread through every inch of her.