Free Brit Party by Desiree Holt, Brynn Paulin, Ashley Ladd

his impressive erection rising from a thatch of wiry, dark blond curls, his jeans bunched around his knees.
    Jesus, he was hot.
    Her lips twitched and she tried for the disapproving school marm look she gave them when they were horsing around at work. “I'm not fucking you with your pants shoved to your knees like a teenager sneaking his first sex."
    "No?"
    Okay. Maybe she would. She lifted her knees and braced her feet apart to welcome him inside. It smacked of illicit sex, quick and hot ... not that she really wanted it quick.
    Christopher grinned that wicked smiled that always made her crazy with need. “I think you'd like it."
    She thought he was probably right. Her garters and stockings, his worn jeans and muscles, reminded her of the old fantasy of the socialite and the handyman. She had a few things she'd like him to fix and she knew just where he could put his tool. She reached for Christopher, even more turned on than she'd been before.
    "I want you to fuck me. Hard."
    "I want you to wear these,” Jason said and she suddenly realised he'd disappeared and returned. Now, he sauntered from the bathroom, her shoes dangling from his fingers. “I want to fuck you in your ‘fuck-me’ shoes."
    She bit her lip, lifting a foot up beside Christopher's side. He grasped her ankle, holding it up. Jason slowly slipped on the first heel, stroking his fingers up her calf. He gently placed her foot back on the bed. They repeated the process with the other foot.
    Amazement duelled with her arousal. No one had ever treated her with such care. And she'd certainly never thought anyone would be turned on by her footwear. She pressed her heels into the blankets feeling sexy and naughty and well ... wanted. In marriage she'd felt like a commodity, like electricity or running water. Christopher and Jason made her feel like a rare delicacy.
    Looking into Christopher's eyes, she lifted her hips and traced her pussy with her fingers. “I want you here. Please...” she whispered.
    He leaned forward, the tip of his cock parting her folds. “Oh balls,” he swore.
    "What?"
    "Condom ... Luv, you have me so worked up, I almost forgot. I never forget."
    She smiled smugly as he pulled a square of plastic from his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth. So she'd made him forget? A worthy, if dangerous, goal to repeat.
    Reaching between them, he parted her. He surged forward. She cried out in unison with him as he seated himself to the hilt, filling her with one forceful stroke. Even as her body adjusted to his wide cock, she loved the feel of every inch. Filling her. Stretching her. Claiming her.
    He began a driving rhythm, pushing deeply with each thrust. Beside her, Jason shoved down his pants and climbed onto the bed. She drew him closer with an arm around his waist. The head of his cock bobbed before her face and she took him between her lips. Her tongue swirled along the underside, pressing the ridge there as she worked up and down the shaft with the same momentum as Christopher's shoved in and out of her pussy.
    "Blood hell, Chris. I can feel you pounding her,” Jason gasped.
    And if feels so good , she thought, never slowing. Her awareness split as she met Christopher's thrusts, yet paid equal attention to Jason. His hands buried in her hair, pulling slightly as she moved. And she loved it. She wanted more and more of their possession. More and more of their youthful abandon.
    She moaned around the cock in her mouth as the one below stroked across her sensitised tissues. Tension balled in her womb, small tendrils reaching for release. The strands continually tried to break free and explode through her body only to be reined in at her edge. Her orgasm trembled there. Almost ... almost...
    Her lips clamped around Jason as he fucked her mouth, the head of his cock sliding along the roof of her mouth on one push and pressing against her tongue on another.
    "Oh baby. Oh my God...” he cried as she increased her suction, lightly scraping