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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher. Terracotta Warriors COLOR BOX An imprint of Torquere Press Publishers PO Box 2545 Round Rock, TX 78680 Copyright © 2011 by Berengaria Brown Cover illustration by Alessia Brio Published with permission ISBN: 978-1-61040-192-0 www.torquerepress.com All rights reserved, which includes the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever except as provided by the U.S. Copyright Law. For information address Torquere Press. Inc., PO Box 2545, Round Rock, TX 78680. First Torquere Press Printing: March 2011 Printed in the USA
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Terracotta Warriors
By Berengaria Brown
For Allen, who introduced me to the delights of China. Prologue Sloan was face down on the bed, his hands roped to the headboard, his legs wide apart and each foot roped to a bedpost. Several pillows pushed under his flat stomach kept his ass raised high. Stretched out like this, his sixfoot-four inches easily reached from the head of the bed to the foot, which meant Branden had tied the ropes quite firmly, allowing Sloan very little movement. Branden crouched on the bed between Sloan's legs, a jar of oil in his hands. He gently ran a slippery palm over one of Sloan's shoulders and down his spine, then along his side and back up to the shoulder again. Sloan shivered. "Jeez, Brand. Will you, for fuck's sake, stick that finger in my ass, so we can get the main part of the program here?" "Patience, patience. That's why I have you tied up. The longer you wait, the harder you'll come in the end." "If I come any harder than I did last night, likely I'll break! I've never had such good orgasms as I do with you." "I love you, Sloan. You know that, don't you?" Branden pressed soft kisses to the base of Sloan's spine, just above his highly fuckable ass. "I love you, too, but I want some action here." “Getting there," soothed Branden, dripping some oil onto Sloan's butt and massaging the tense muscles there. Finally he gave in a little and dripped some oil along the crack, but still he didn't penetrate Sloan's ass. He merely Terracotta Warriors - 3
teased around the cheeks before returning to massaging Sloan's shoulders. Brand leaned over Sloan's sexy body to press some kisses along his neck. Sloan's brown hair was cut military short, so there was plenty of sensitive skin around his neck to lick and nibble and suck. Tenderly, Branden sucked an earlobe into his mouth, before biting down on the fleshy part, then soothing his bite by sucking some more. Next he flicked his tongue into Sloan's ear, and then trailed his hands down the man's body again, down, down, down. Branden crouched on his heels to oil his hands again, waiting for his heart rate to even out, noting how Sloan's lungs were heaving with arousal. Brand's own dick was harder than a spike and aching with excitement. It wanted inside that dark hole so badly he was almost bursting. But it had to be better than good for Sloan. He loved Sloan so much he wanted it to be the best he could make it, every time. His hands, freshly coated with oil, slid under Sloan's raised hips and firmly grasped Sloan's cock. It was engorged, and pre-come was already dripping from the head. Sloan was close to exploding. Good. He gently rolled Sloan's balls in one hand while stroking up and down the cock with the other. Then, still holding Sloan's shaft, he pressed an oily finger into Sloan's hole. Branden balanced on his own thighs, while working both his hands hard, the one sliding up and down Sloan's erection, the other pressing in out of Sloan's hole. Sloan groaned deeply and wiggled under Brand’s hands. Reluctantly, he let go of Sloan's totally delicious cock, so he could drizzle oil into the welcoming heat of his partner's anus. His dick wanted in there so badly it Terracotta Warriors - 4
was practically climbing in all by itself. Forcing himself to go slowly and prepare his partner thoroughly, Branden massaged the tissues, stretching and preparing them, oiling the ring of muscles, and the walls. Again and again he scissored his fingers, ignoring Sloan’s moans which were getting louder and louder, until he was sure Sloan could take his cock, and only then did he move back to put on a rubber. Dropping the oil on the nightstand, he grabbed the latex and rolled it down his red and hungry dick. When he gripped Sloan's hips, his lover groaned. "About freaking time. I'm dying here." Branden pressed his cock head to the ring of muscles and it popped through easily. Ramming himself home to the hilt, he replied, "Nah. Now we die," and began a fast and furious pace of advance and retreat, jack-hammering in hard and fast, only to pull out and do it again. And again. And again. Branden knew he wouldn't last long. They were both far too aroused. He tilted Sloan's hips up to bury himself right to the balls, then withdrew until only the head of his cock was still inside. When he entered again, he twisted his hips hard, so his cock pinged Sloan's prostate. Sloan screamed and come shot from his cock onto the bedding. The sight was so erotic Branden lost control and erupted too, holding Sloan's hips to drive himself in a few more times as they both rode the aftershocks of their climaxes. Branden bent forward to kiss Sloan's face. "Damn, that's good. You're so fucking hot in bed." He slid off the bed to dispose of the condom, then untied Sloan's arms and legs, carefully rubbing the tense muscles, before they spooned together in the big bed, the covers pulled over them. Terracotta Warriors - 5
"Love you," Branden murmured into Sloan's neck. Sloan twisted to look Branden in the eyes. "I love you, too. You don't need to work so hard to make every time perfect. I love you just the way you are. I love who you are, the part of you that likes women, as well as the part of you that loves me. I won't leave you just because you feel the need for a woman as well as me. I love you, understand?" Branden did understand. He understood this man knew more about him than he knew about himself. He'd never realized he was trying so hard out of fear Sloan might leave him. "I don't deserve you. I love you so much, I didn't think I could love you even more, but now I do," he whispered brokenly into Sloan's chest.
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Chapter One "Only a fucking asshole like Shannon could imagine for one moment that we'd be able to do a brand new test without spending several days running trials and recalibrating the equipment," said Naomi to her best friend Alison in the lunchroom at the scientific laboratory where they both worked. The usual noisy chatter of the lunchroom had dropped to deathly silence as Naomi spoke, and now that hush was broken by multiple gasps, snorts and sniggers. Alison's mouth was hanging wide open, her eyes filled with horror. "What's wrong?" asked Naomi. Alison rolled her eyes and worked her jaw until it finally closed. "Would you care to retract that comment, Miss Hunter?" "Oh shit!" Naomi spun around and there in the doorway was Shannon himself. Mr. Shannon Charles, Head of the Organic Chemistry Division of PVT Chemical Industries -- and everyone in the room's boss. Her head spun, her cheeks blanched and her gut churned, but Naomi knew what she'd said was correct. Incredibly stupid to say at work, but nonetheless accurate. Pulling her shoulders back and her spine ramrod straight, Naomi took a deep breath, and then very deliberately threw her job away. "No, sir. I will not retract what I said. As you know perfectly well, I am one of only three people in the state qualified to sign off on the tests we do, and these new samples will not be accurate enough to pass the annual audit unless we Terracotta Warriors - 7
spend several days doing trial tests and calibrating the machines properly. Our reputation for accuracy will be in the toilet." Like my job. Shannon pulled his cell phone from his blazer pocket and clicked through his address book. "Julie, make up Miss Hunter's pay sheet right now. She's leaving us." He clicked again and said, "John, get to the lunchroom now." No one in the room moved in the brief few minutes it took for John from Security to arrive. "Yes sir?" His hand was on his weapon as if he expected to have to break up a fight or apprehend a criminal. "Miss Hunter is leaving us. Escort her to her desk and make sure she takes only her own possessions, then take her to Julie's office to get a printout of her salary entitlements and sign for them. That is all." A few more gasps came from around the room, but Naomi marched through the door, head up, looking neither to the right nor the left as she set a fast pace to the Organic Chemistry Laboratory where her little office was. There she collected a large, empty cardboard box and packed her things by simply upending her desk drawers into the box, dropping the few personal items from the top of her desk into it, then balancing her potted plant and purse on the top of everything else. Anger was burning through her at her own insanity at voicing the comment, and at the rightness of it. She snagged her jacket off the back of her chair, remembered to collect her log book, lab coat and safety goggles from the lab itself, then nodded to John who had stood well back from her, totally silent. "Is that it, Naomi? None of your stuff in the bathroom or on anyone else's desk?" he asked carefully. "No. I could delete my personal files off the computer but Shannon might say I took proprietary Terracotta Warriors - 8
information. This way you are witness that I didn't touch it and I don't care if anyone reads my emails anyway," she replied, shrugging. Besides, her personal files were on her flash drive so it wasn't a big deal. John nodded. "I'll carry the box for you. You take the plant." When they reached Julie's office the paperwork was all waiting for her sign. Julie's face was alive with curiosity but Naomi simply said, "Goodbye" and "Thank you". She knew Julie would be on the phone to Alison as soon as she'd left. John walked her to her car, loaded the box into the trunk for her, and she could see him still standing there watching her leave, as she exited the gate and turned onto the highway. She drove for a couple of miles toward her home, then pulled off into a side road, switched off the engine, folded her arms across the steering wheel, and burst into shattering sobs as the anger and tension exploded from her body. Finally the sobs died down to sniffles and hiccups, and she riffled through her purse for some tissues. Breathing deeply, she dried her eyes, wiped her face, and brushed her shoulder-length blonde hair, which had become tangled while she cried. Naomi pulled her makeup bag out of her purse and checked her face in the tiny mirror. Apart from a pinkish nose and slightly reddened eyes she didn't look too bad. "Thank God for waterproof mascara," she murmured to herself. Then, "Better go home and start looking for a new job, I guess." *** There was not one single job advertized anywhere for an organic chemist. It seemed the industry wasn't hiring Terracotta Warriors - 9
right now. Naomi contacted two different employment agencies and was told the same thing. "Well, shit. Guess I'll just have to find any old science job, then," she groaned. Only to find there were very few of them around either. By the end of the second week, Naomi was getting a little worried. She had bills to pay and not a lot of savings. Guiltily, she thought of the two overseas vacations she'd had. "No, I love to travel. Damned if I'll regret having been overseas! There must be some temporary jobs somewhere." But all she heard was, "You're too old." "You're overqualified." "You wouldn't be happy in a little oneman business like this." "What's that old saying, 'It's not what you know, it's who you know'? Who do I know who has the contacts to get me a job?" Naomi sat chewing the end of her pen for long minutes, running through a mental list of old friends, former colleagues, friends of friends… before thinking of Branden Verwendahl. Yummy Branden, a totally delicious hunk of masculinity, with whom she had an occasional fuckbuddy relationship. Just thinking about him made her belly clench and her panties dampen. Somehow, whenever he turned up on her doorstep, she always welcomed him into her bed. She never could resist him. He was not only extremely pretty to look at, but also a very generous lover, always ensuring she had a boneshattering orgasm, or two or even three. And knowing he'd be gone the next day didn't stop her jumping at the chance to lick and suck his huge fat cock one more time. Branden was bisexual, but only ever stayed in gay relationships. For him, women were the fling he needed from time to time, but only with a man could he settle down happily for more than a night or two. Naomi Terracotta Warriors - 10
wrenched her mind out of his pants and back onto her problem. Wasn't he now someone high up in the Museum where he worked? A director or something? Surely that meant he'd have the power to hire workers? And in such a large organization, likely there'd be some fairly simple job an organic chemist could do? Caring for exhibits or something? Hell, she'd even be a docent or work in the gift store if she had to! Before she could change her mind or wimp out, Naomi jumped up and grabbed her old address book to find his number. "Please God, let it be a cell number!" she thought as she flipped through the pages. As she pressed the final number to call Branden's cell, Naomi admonished herself, "Do not sound pathetic or needy. Stick to the facts!" "Branden Verwendahl." "Hi, Branden. It's Naomi. Do you have five minutes to talk to me now, or can you tell me what would be a good time to ring you back?" "Naomi! Beautiful, it's good to hear from you. For you, I always have five minutes. Or better yet, an hour or two." "Thanks, Brand. I'm always ready to spend an hour with you, too. But right now I need a new job. I -- quit -my job at the lab and--" "You've left PVT? Wow, I was waiting to hear you'd been appointed Managing Director there! If you want a job, I'm sure we can find something here at the Museum, although I don't actually know if there's anything in the organic chemistry line. But not a problem. Can you meet me for lunch and we'll talk. Say, noon at Portia's? That suit you? I'll see if Sloan is free to join us, too." "Sounds good, Brand. I'll see you at noon then." "I'll talk to you then, beautiful." Terracotta Warriors - 11
Naomi hung up not sure whether to be excited or confused. It seemed like he'd find her a job, which was good. But wasn't Sloan his latest partner? She didn't think Sloan worked at the Museum. Maybe Branden just didn't want to go out to lunch with an old fuck-buddy behind his new partner's back? "Whatever. It seems as though Branden can get me a job and that's my number one priority right now. Although some bedroom time with him would also be good. No one lights my fire the way he does. He's a damn nice man, both in bed and out. Such a shame he prefers men." Naomi sighed, checked the time, then wandered into the bathroom to get showered and ready for her lunch date. *** Portia's Paradise was a middle of the road restaurant, with something for everyone on its menu, and it did a roaring lunch trade. Branden ate there a lot, and Portia herself would always find a table for the Museum director, if one wasn't readily available. This time, however, Branden phoned and booked, not wanting to have Naomi stand and wait until one became available. He also took the time to call Sloan, and put him in the picture. "Hey Sloan, remember how I said having a threesome with Naomi might be a solution to our little problem? Well, she just phoned me about a job, and I suggested lunch at Portia's. D'you reckon you can be there at noon?" "So you'll talk to her about a job while I check her out for a threesome? Multitasking to the max, eh?" "Naomi's a very smart lady. I'm sure there'll be a job for her. I'll phone HR about that in a minute. Right now I'm more interested in whether you're ready to check her Terracotta Warriors - 12
out as a ménage partner. I know we talked about it, but I don't want to push her on you…" "You aren't pushing. I've always known you're bi, and that you couldn't be really happy in a monogamous gay relationship, so I'd have to share you. I'm good with that. From what you've said about her, she sounds nice, so I'm ready to meet her. Lunch today will be fine. Noon at Portia's you said? I'll be there. Talk to you then." Branden heaved a sigh of relief. He loved Sloan and knew Sloan loved him, but he just seemed genetically incapable of being faithful to one man. There was that niggling urge for a woman's snug pussy and lush breasts as well. Yet he related to men so much better than to women. In fact, if he really was honest about it, Naomi was the only woman he'd ever wanted to keep coming back to. She never bored him, and always aroused his cock. A cock that so often would only stand up for men. Sloan is the man for me, I know it. And if Sloan is happy to add Naomi to the mix, and Naomi likes Sloan… Shit it's complicated. Why is my life so complicated? Why can't I be faithful to one man forever? Branden shrugged off the uncomfortable thoughts and phoned Jill in HR. "Hey, Jill, how's life treating you?" "Busy, busy. I'm going to be a grandmother in another six weeks, and Faye's been sick as a dog the whole pregnancy. I'll be glad when the kid arrives and this is all behind us." "No one would believe you're old enough to be a grandma!" They chatted idly for a few minutes then Branden said, "I've had a job enquiry from an organic chemist. How's that restoration project going? It's not fully staffed yet, is it?" "No, it's not. Old Bill is insisting on candidates having top qualifications and years of experience, then Terracotta Warriors - 13
wonders why no one's applying, when we can't afford to pay the kind of salary those people can command for a short-term project like this. I've told him he's aiming too high, but you know Bill. He doesn't listen!" "Yeah, well, I'll tell him he's running out of time. The big meeting in China is only a week away and I'll need to report some progress while I'm over there. I may have one suitable candidate to help him, though. Can you please email me the job specifications and position description for it? In fact, send me any vacancies to do with the China project. We really need to get moving on that." "Can do. You'll have it in five." Jill hung up, and it was a bare three minutes later when his email beeped with the relevant paperwork. As the pages printed off, he skimmed though the vacancies. Naomi would be ideal for the restoration project. He knew she'd worked with soils and preservatives and he was willing to bet she'd charm the socks off Old Bill as well as being damn efficient, and getting the project back on schedule. "Looking good, looking good," he murmured to himself as he slid the pages into an envelope to take to lunch with him. *** The head waiter, Harry, saw Branden arrive and snapped his fingers for the barista to make Branden's favorite cinnamon mocha latte. The barista just nodded. Everyone was well aware of Mr. Verwendahl's almostaddiction to coffee. But no one would ever tease him. He was much too good a tipper. Branden noticed all this byplay as he was led to his reserved table. I suppose I should cut back on my caffeine intake. But not today. Terracotta Warriors - 14
Sloan arrived at the same time as Branden's coffee, so the server just nodded, raised an eyebrow, and said, "And one for you too, sir?" "Long black, please." Branden let his hand rest lightly on Sloan's. The man's hand felt warm and strong and wonderful to his jittery nerves. "If you don't like her, if you don't want this, no pressure. I love you very much. Want you. Want us," he said quietly. "Relax, I understand. I can't be happy if you aren't happy. I get that you need both. Shh now." Branden picked up his coffee and sipped it, his gaze moving to the doorway. There she stood. Five foot eight and one hundred percent woman with lush curves -generous breasts, ample hips and a nicely rounded ass. God, she made his dick harder than a spike. No other woman ever had that effect on him. He put down his cup to signal her, but she'd already seen him and was walking toward them, her blonde hair bobbing on her shoulders, her gray eyes dark and worried. "Here she comes now. The blonde in the navy suit." Branden stood to welcome her and he felt Sloan startle and stand too, but wasn't quick enough to catch his partner's initial reaction to Naomi. Well, I'll know how they feel about each other in a few minutes anyway, he reasoned. When she reached the table Branden was ready to hug her, she looked so lusciously beautiful, but she stretched out a hand to shake his in a purely professional manner, so he told his cock to behave and introduced her to Sloan. The server came over with menus and to ask Naomi for her drink order, and it was some minutes before were able to talk to each other. Terracotta Warriors - 15
"Naomi, you look truly beautiful, as always. Do you want to tell me about your job at PVT or shouldn't I ask?" said Branden. "I'm surprised four hundred people haven't already told you. Shannon Charles, the Head of Organic Chemistry, accepted a contract for a totally new series of tests and promised they'd be finished within a week. I explained to him it'd take at least a week to run samples and trials to recalibrate all the machines to make sure we were getting consistent data. He ordered me to do one basic test run, then do the work." "That's all? For that you got laid off?" asked Sloan. Naomi blushed, her face turning the prettiest shade of pink and making Branden's cock tap dance against his zipper. He wiggled a bit in his chair to ease the pressure as Naomi said, "Not quite all. I called him a fucking asshole. In the lunchroom." "And someone told on you? What a sleazeball!" "Um, no. He walked into the lunch room as I said it." Sloan let out a crack of laughter as Branden said, "Damn. What rotten luck." "I plead temporary insanity. But seriously, those tests will never pass the annual audit and his shiny new customer will be totally pissed at him when they find out. All that work will have to be re-done sooner or later. Meanwhile I need another job." Branden picked up her hand and squeezed it gently. Her skin felt so different from Sloan's. Much softer, even though she worked with chemicals every day. Her fingernails were short, probably because of her job, he guessed. Her hand seemed so much smaller, more delicate, than Sloan's. Of course Sloan was six four and his body was sized accordingly, but even so, her skin just felt different, feminine. And she was always surrounded by a faint, floral sort of scent. Not precisely Terracotta Warriors - 16
girly, but -- different. Hell, he needed a thesaurus. "Different" wasn't a very descriptive word, but he couldn't think of any other way to describe her. He was a Museum director, not a wordsmith. He got out the job profile and laid it on the table. "We have a major exhibition later this year, run in conjunction with the Chinese government. Have you ever heard of the Terracotta Warriors?" "Yeah, sure. They're in Xi'an. It's a huge tourist attraction. I'd love to go there one day and see them." "Most of the eight thousand warriors are still buried in the pits, along with one hundred thirty chariots, six hundred seventy horses and all sorts of other people, officials, acrobats, musicians and so on. The Chinese have been careful to only excavate a portion, saving the rest for later when better technology becomes available to preserve the artwork." Naomi nodded, Sloan smiled. Of course, Sloan had heard him tell this story many times already. "Later this year we'll be sending some of our Chinese antiquities to Xi'an, and they're sending us a few warriors and horses, on an exchange. It is a very important thing as it's rare for the warriors to go visit outside of China. Naomi nodded again, but he could tell she was puzzled. "To make a long story short, we're hiring a few extra people to help restore and refurbish our Chinese antiquities." "Ah. So there may be need of an organic chemist. Or at least another warm body, to help out?" "Precisely." They spent the rest of lunchtime thrashing out details. Naomi seemed to be quite confident she could charm Old Bill and do the work in the timeframe available. It was only a short-term project and time was passing too Terracotta Warriors - 17
swiftly with nothing happening. He needed to see progress and he was willing to bet Naomi would make that happen for him. Being with her like this made him desperate to fuck her again. But that particular plan depended on Sloan. Heaven right now would be him fucking Naomi as Sloan fucked him. Oh, how delicious it would be to have them both surround him, to be with them both together like that. But would they agree? More coffee was served. As he wrapped his hand around his cup, he looked at Sloan and raised an eyebrow. Sloan nodded infinitesimally, a smile in his eyes. Branden heaved a sigh of relief and turned to Naomi. "Beautiful, would you be free to come home with us tonight -- both of us – and, ah, discuss this farther?" Surprise and delight ran across Naomi's face, mingled with something else he couldn't quite describe. Superstitiously he crossed his toes inside his dress shoes, and hoped hard she'd agree. Naomi looked at Sloan and he nodded and smiled. "Do please join us, Naomi. We seem to have a lot of interests in common." Branden's gaze glued itself to Naomi. Would she agree? Please God, she would. "I believe I would enjoy that," she said slowly. Branden had to force himself not to whoop and holler with happiness. Instead he handed her his card, saying, "That's our address. How about we pick you up around seven? Is that good for you?" Naomi fished in her purse and gave him her own card. "Seven would be good. I think this will be a very good night." Branden looked at the card. It had her email address on it. "I'll email Jill in HR to set up a time for you to Terracotta Warriors - 18
meet Old Bill and get started at the Museum, too. This project is much too important to leave hanging." They all stood, Naomi shook hands with both men, and left. "Damn, that is one hot chick, and intelligent, as well. I can see why you want her, Brand. Tonight should indeed be something special."
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Chapter Two Sloan and Branden had talked about how to begin the evening, but decided doing anything other than going home to bed would be pretty much a sham. All three of them knew what the evening was about. "No reason why we can't make the room a bit romantic, though," Sloan had suggested, so they'd put some tea candles on the dressing table, ready to be lit, and rummaged around to find some scented soaps and bubble bath to use in the hot tub afterward. Branden had stopped at the store on the way home from work to pick up a few bottles of nice wine which he put, with glasses, on the nightstand, then it was time to shower and change and pick up Naomi. In the car he kept glancing across at Sloan. Would this evening be a success, or would he lose what he already had? "Stop stressing. It'll be fine. I love you, remember?" Sloan chided him. "Love you, too," he whispered, overwhelmed with love for this wonderful man, his partner. *** Naomi hadn't been able to concentrate when she'd returned home from the meeting at Portia's Paradise. In fact, she had trouble even remembering what she'd eaten for lunch. Too many other things had been going on. The undercurrent between the two men was extreme. Not only was Sloan Branden's current partner, they were much closer than that. Naomi was almost certain Branden had finally found his Mr. Right. Terracotta Warriors - 20
So did this mean they wanted one last fling before they settled down? Sloan seemed a genuinely nice man. He was definitely yummy looking and considerate. He was also quite perceptive. Well, she'd certainly miss Brand. No one was quite like him. Naomi pulled herself up sternly. He was bisexual, but much more strongly aligned to his gay side. She was lucky to have this one last evening with him. Them. And how would the logistics of it work? Was Sloan going to watch? Or participate? Either thought made her panties dampen. She'd never been involved in a ménage but she'd read plenty of books about them. Erotic romance novels were her secret vice. So at ten to seven she was pacing the floor, and at five to seven she locked her door and ran down the stairs to wait out front. She'd only been waiting a few minutes, likely it wasn't even seven yet, when they pulled up at the curb and Branden jumped out of the front seat of a black Chevy Impala, holding the door open for her to slide in between them. She grabbed the backpack she'd dropped at her feet and entered the car, her heart beating double time and feeling suddenly breathless with excitement, joy, and just a touch of apprehension. Brand stretched his arm across her shoulders and rested his hand on Sloan's shoulder, then he began talking about a trip to China he'd be making shortly. "Oh, is this about the Terracotta Warriors display thing?" she asked. "Yes. Everyone is very excited about the exchange of artifacts. When the Terracotta Warriors were on display at the British Museum it was the biggest attraction there ever. People lined up until midnight day after day for six or seven months. Of course, our exchange won't be Terracotta Warriors - 21
nearly that big, but nevertheless it should be a huge attraction." "So, are you just going to Xi'an or are you also visiting Beijing or Shanghai as well?" "Just Xi'an. The Chinese government is organizing our accommodation and itinerary over there, and the staff of the two museums will be meeting to sort out all the details of the actual cultural exchange. We'll be spending at least one whole day viewing the four pits, seeing far more than ordinary tourists are permitted to see." "That's the part I'm looking forward to," said Sloan. "We see lots of photos of the warriors and the horses and chariots. I want to see the third pit, which is the command post. I've heard it's really incredible seeing how the warriors are set out, the various people doing their daily tasks and so on." "I hadn't realized you were going along, Sloan. How wonderful that you can see it all, too." "Yes, the Chinese consider families important. Which is kind of interesting considering the one-child policy. But they've invited families to join them. A few people are going alone, but most are taking a partner, and some are bringing school-age children," added Branden. The conversation lasted until they reached Branden's house, then they all fell silent as they walked down the hallway to the bedroom. "Do you understand what we want? A threesome? Me in you and Sloan in me?" "And maybe my mouth on you, later," added Sloan. Naomi shivered and nodded. "It's what I want too. I've never been in a ménage before, but I'm totally ready to try." "Good. Well we'd better get undressed then" said Branden practically. He took her backpack from her, Terracotta Warriors - 22
pulled her gently into his arms, and kissed her. Then he did the same to Sloan. Shit! Watching them kiss was scorching! Branden was a good kisser, but the two men together was seriously X-rated: harsher, more carnal, rougher, and so very potent. Quietly, they all undressed. Sloan lit the candles on the dressing table. Branden poured them each a glass of wine and turned out the light. Then they all moved over to climb into the big bed. Branden handed them each a glass and raised his in a toast. "To us," "And to a night to remember," added Sloan. They leaned against the headboard sipping their wine, and gradually their hands began to stray. First, Branden cupped one of her breasts in his hand, weighing it, stroking the flesh, flicking a fingernail over the nipple. Naomi had to put her wine down in case she spilled it, lust was pounding through her veins so hard. Branden drained his glass and put it on the nightstand, taking Sloan's cock in his other hand and running a fingernail over the head. Naomi's pulse pounded even harder as she watched. Seeing the two men touching and kissing was far more erotic than she could ever have imagined. She stroked her own hand up and down Branden's spine. His body was a wall of hard muscle, which she'd always enjoyed touching. Now she wondered what the much leaner, but still muscular Sloan would feel like. She'd never had such a tall lover. The height differences could prove very interesting. "Lie down," Branden urged her. Still on her side of the bed, she complied, but he tugged her over, more into the center, before lying beside her and sucking her nipple and entire areola into his mouth. Terracotta Warriors - 23
She couldn't help but gasp and grip his hair, which just touched his shoulders. His hazel eyes were sparkling, with golden and brown speckles glinting as he looked up at her in the candlelight. His head dipped again and he licked along the line of her breast, tonguing between the two globes and then swirling his tongue in a spiral over to the second breast. He blew on her damp skin, making her shiver again with arousal. Then he dived in, sucking the second nipple and areola deep into his mouth. Naomi gripped his head, running her hands through his silky hair, rejoicing in the feel of his mouth on her skin. She looked up and saw Sloan watching her with lust shining brightly in his chocolate-brown eyes and suddenly understood that, just as she'd been incredibly aroused seeing the two men kiss and touch, Sloan was aroused watching Branden kiss her. Sloan picked up the lube from the nightstand and kneeled behind Branden. Naomi knew exactly how much Branden enjoyed Sloan's touch on his ass, because of the way he wiggled against her skin. Meanwhile, her brain was staring to fry with the intense sensations Branden was arousing in her as he played with her breasts. After a while, he slid lower on her body and swiped his tongue along her slit, then sucked her clit into his mouth. "Yesss," she breathed, cream flooding from her pussy and the coil of desire in her belly tightening up several notches. Her nails dug into Branden's shoulders as he licked and nibbled on her folds, then sucked on her clit some more. "I'm ready. I want you," she gasped, before she realized it wasn't just about her. Branden and Sloan needed to be ready, too. Terracotta Warriors - 24
There was the sound of a slap and Branden jumped in her arms, as Sloan said, "I do believe we're good to go here, too." The men shuffled around on the bed a bit, then Branden rolled a condom on his cock, and held the head at her pussy. "Ready, beautiful?" She nodded and he slid inside her, filling her, stretching her, making her feel so possessed and complete, as he always did. No one had ever felt as good in her pussy as him. When he was balls-deep, he gripped her hips and held quite still. Naomi was surprised. She could feel Sloan entering Branden. Could feel the pressure and the possession. Branden wiggled and adjusted inside her and she understood every movement he made, could sense Sloan, pressing in. It was so -- so incredibly carnal. She had no other words to describe it. Then the two men started fucking in tandem, resting on their forearms, using their hips and thighs, stroking in together, sliding out, before thrusting forward in perfect unison. Naomi was overpowered with the passion of the movements. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could only hang on for the ride. She wrapped her arms around both men, her nails digging into Sloan's sides, then rocked with them, in and out, now gripping Branden's cock with her internal muscles, now tensing her thighs or bracing her feet. Every moment the tension deep inside her core grew and tightened, rising higher and higher, until it exploded through her, shaking every limb, almost making her heart beat out of her chest. Naomi threw back her head and screamed as stars burst before her eyes, and she almost blacked out with an intense orgasm. Branden was stroking raggedly inside her, her cunt milking his cock as he poured hot streams of come into the condom. And Terracotta Warriors - 25
through her palms on his side, she could feel Sloan's body tense, and knew he too had climaxed. Naomi tightened her inner muscles around Branden and felt his cock still twitching deep in her pussy, and his ass clenching around Sloan. Having Sloan in the mix had increased its potency exponentially. He added a whole extra dimension to the sex. I want to do this again, she thought. Ménage sex is the best! *** Naomi was woken from a nap maybe an hour later, when Branden picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. "Huh?" "Time for a soak in the hot tub. We even found some girly bubble stuff," he explained. "Oh. Okay." The bubbles were actually a coconut-y sort of fragrance which she wouldn't have called girly, but it was fresh and pleasant and she gratefully sank into the hot water and eased muscles she hadn't, until then, realized were tense. "Very nice," she murmured, resting her head back against the side of the tub, her body buried under a mountain of bubbles and lapped at by delicious heat. Branden and Sloan smiled at each other, and it suddenly hit her, that they had been nervous about how the ménage would turn out, too. "Sloan, thank you for letting me share this evening with you and Branden. It has been very good." "It's been good for me, too. I've enjoyed the extra dimension you've added to the mix." Sloan's serious gaze reassured her that he was being truthful. She nodded, knowing they understood each other. Terracotta Warriors - 26
"So tell me about the antiquities the Museum is restoring for the exchange exhibition," she asked. "Full restoration work is incredibly delicate, and it can take many years just to complete one item. Most of our pots and urns are in quite good condition, and it's more just touching up weak places, and ensuring that transporting them to China won't damage them any further. But Bill Leong, the department head, is--" "Paranoid," inserted Sloan when Branden paused. Branden grinned. "Extremely particular, and he was keen to have people with full scientific qualifications rather than volunteers who might be quite knowledgeable about the artwork, but who could inadvertently use the wrong chemical and cause a reaction or something like that. That's why the project is moving so slowly." "Are these urns and pots terracotta, too?" she asked. "Terracotta is unglazed ceramic, and some of our artifacts are glazed, some aren't. But the ones for the exhibition are dated to the same era as the Terracotta Warriors, around 210BC when Qin Shi Huang was first Emperor of China," explained Branden. "I know it more by the color. The iron in the soil makes it that wonderful brownish/orange/red color. It's so vibrant and alive. Full of life and hope and potential. It speaks of joy and promise and the future. I can see why the Emperor Qin chose to surround himself with it for his new life. Although the soldier's 'garments' were also painted of course," Naomi said. For a while they talked about the pots, ceramics, the Terracotta Warriors and art in general, but as the bubbles started to dissipate Naomi could see the men's cocks standing up high and proud in the water, and felt her own breasts engorge and ache, her nipples hard little berries, demanding to be sucked again. Terracotta Warriors - 27
Her gaze seemed to be welded to those two cocks. Branden's so long and fat, the head red and needylooking. Sloan's cock matched his body, longer and leaner, the head flatter than Branden's, but just as aroused, bobbing out of the water. Naomi couldn't help herself, she raised her fingers to her nipples and tweaked them, pinching and rolling the hard points, trying to ease the agony of arousal burning inside her. Her cunt was throbbing, her clit hard and protruding from its little hood. The more she touched her nipples, the more she wanted. It wasn't easing her desire at all. Naomi kept her gaze focused on the two men. Branden wrapped his hand around his cock and tugged at it. Naomi's mouth opened and she licked her lips, wishing she were licking him instead. Or Sloan. Sloan groaned and thrust his hips up, one hand cupping his balls, the other gripping his cock. Branden moved a little in the tub so the three of them formed a Y shape, the actions of each one clearly visible to the other two. Then he began stroking his cock in a harsh rhythm. Naomi whimpered. Sloan groaned. Naomi kept one hand on her breast while the other slid inside her pussy. She could feel the dampness of her own cream, thicker and hotter than the surrounding water. While her hands moved on herself, she watched the two men and their delicious cocks. Cocks she could not have imagined getting bigger had thickened and lengthened before her eyes. The men's hands seemed to be almost rough in their actions, pulling and tugging on their shafts, twisting now and then. Sloan rolled his balls under the water. Three of her fingers now worked inside her pussy, her other hand still pinching and tugging on first one Terracotta Warriors - 28
nipple, then the other. An orgasm was coiling in her belly, but Naomi was almost certain it had less to do with her fingers than with the tableau just out of her arm's reach. Two incredibly good-looking men, their faces and shoulders slick with sweat, their hands moving fast and hard on their cocks, their eyes glazed with lust. "Aahh," groaned Branden, streams of ropey white come shooting out of the top of his cock like a fountain. "God, yes," echoed Sloan, his cock blasting come onto his own chest. "So hot," Naomi whispered, the sight of the two of them coming sending her over the edge and an orgasm rippling through her entire body, from toes curling back toward the soles of her feet, through hips thrusting up over and over again, to neck muscles stiffening as her head pressed back against the side of the tub. She wanted to keep watching but her eyes slammed shut as the orgasm rolled through her again and again, gradually dying away to softer rippling aftershocks. "Damn that was hot," said Branden. *** The next few days passed very quickly for Naomi. She received an email from the Museum, requesting she attend an interview, at the end of which she was handed a short-term contract to sign. She was never sure whether she got the job on her own merits or because of Branden's influence, but she determined to do her absolute best anyway. Her new boss, "Old" Bill Leong, far from being the martinet she'd expected, turned out to be a cuddly teddy bear of a man, who lived and breathed his exhibits, and who announced himself totally satisfied with her as soon as she'd expressed a desire to repeat one of the tests to Terracotta Warriors - 29
cross-check an unexpected result. Naomi thought she'd be perfectly happy here for the three months or so until the exhibits had all been refurbished and packed for their journey to Xi'an. But after that she needed to find a real, ongoing job, and that remained a niggling worry in the back of her head as she learned her new job, made friends with her new work colleagues, and wondered if she'd have sex again with Branden and Sloan. They hadn't said anything, but she had the distinct impression Sloan had been as satisfied with the arrangement as her. The ten thousand dollar question was, "Had one night been enough for him or did he want more?" Because she wanted more, lots more. She would even enjoy sucking Sloan's cock if he would like that, although she instinctively knew he wouldn't be interested in her pussy. But maybe her ass? Or was he the type of man who would never want to touch a woman or be touched by her? Ah well, just watching him and Branden together was enough to arouse her to fever pitch even if neither of them ever touched her. *** "Hi, beautiful. How would you like an all-expenses paid trip to Xi'an for a week?" "What?" "Simon's wife, Lucy, has ended up in hospital, having an emergency appendectomy, so she's no longer coming to Xi'an, which means we have a spare partner's ticket. And you would stay in the same suite as Sloan and me, so accommodation is not an issue." "Well, wow! I'd love to. But what about Sloan? Is he happy with that plan? And what about Mr. Leong? He might not want me to take a week off so soon after I've arrived." Terracotta Warriors - 30
"I want you to come, too." Sloan's voice joined Branden's on the phone. "And Old Bill will be in Xi'an with us, of course, so he can't really complain if you're there as well," added Branden, a triumphant tone in his voice. "All right! Awesome! Do I need a visa? Injections? When do we leave?" Naomi was bubbling with excitement. "Francine is coordinating everything from our end. I'll get her to send you the relevant emails straight away. Because the trip is in conjunction with the Chinese government, everything's pretty straightforward. It's wonderful you can join us. I'm looking forward to that very much." Branden's voice became deep and husky on the last sentence. A delightful shiver raced up Naomi's spine. "I'm looking forward to it, too. In particular the evenings," added Sloan. A gush of cream wet Naomi's panties. The shiver raced along her spine and her knees wobbled. "Me too," she whispered.
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Chapter Three They'd traveled together to the airport, caught their connecting flight to New York and then gone on to Beijing. At Beijing they’d changed planes and flown to Xi'an. By the time they’d finally arrived at their hotel, it had been a very, very long day. The longest flight had been New York to Beijing at thirteen and a half hours, but the other smaller jumps, added to racing through airport terminals, collecting luggage, and Branden stopping for coffee at every opportunity, meant that even though it was only nine at night, all Naomi could think of was a long shower and an even longer sleep. Sloan and Branden graciously allowed her first shower, and she was sound asleep before either of them came to bed. She was just waking up when she became aware of a large, hot cock pressing into her butt cheeks. "Wanna play, beautiful?" a husky voice whispered in her ear. "Hell, yes." The bed springs creaked and a flurry of activity buzzed around her as Sloan collected lube and condoms from the nightstand. "How about woman on top," he suggested. "Oh, yeah, Sounds like a plan," replied Branden. "Fine by me, but how does it work?" she asked. "First we get Branden all ready. Why don't you entertain him while I prepare his ass?" Sloan pushed Brand onto his front and began playing with his butt, so Naomi slid close to them both and gently kissed Branden. He reached out to grasp a breast and played with it while she kissed his lips, then sucked one into her mouth and bit it lightly. Terracotta Warriors - 32
She broke the kiss before it could become too hot and heavy and dropped light, butterfly kisses across his cheekbones, kissed the tip of his nose, then swiped her tongue along the seam of his lips. Branden grabbed her head and held it still as he thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth. She rested a palm against his chest, feeling his heart banging hard against the skin, swirling her fingers in the slight sheen of sweat, then stroking across his muscles to pull lightly on a nipple. This time it was Brand who broke the kiss to gasp, "Enough. You two are driving me insane. Time to move this to the main game." "Spoil sport. I was just starting to have fun," Naomi complained. "You'll have even more fun soon," promised Sloan as he untangled himself from the others and sat braced against the headboard, his legs wide apart, slathering lube on his latex-sheathed cock. "Wow! That's hot," she whispered, running her tongue along her suddenly dry lips. "Fuck yes!" added Branden, tugging on his own cock before rolling a condom on himself. "So climb on board and let's get this show on the road," urged Sloan, grabbing Brand's arms and hauling him across the bed. Branden crawled over Sloan, kneeling up so Sloan could position his cock against Brand's hole. Then Branden slowly lowered himself. Naomi watched openmouthed as Sloan's long cock was absorbed into Branden's body. Cream dripped onto the insides of her thighs and she had to deliberately close her mouth and swallow hard. "That's the most erotic thing I've ever seen," she whispered, dragging breath into her heaving lungs. Terracotta Warriors - 33
Naomi couldn't drag her gaze away from the men. Her heart was pounding, her nipples were diamond-hard points, her belly was clenching with need, and still she watched, entranced, as every last little bit of Sloan's cock slid inside Branden. "Now you, Naomi. Climb on top," ordered Sloan. "How-- Which way--" Naomi felt a bit stupid asking. "Follow the pattern. Sit on Branden and face me, so we can all move together," Sloan explained. Having just seen Branden sit on Sloan, Naomi could picture what was happening as Brand's cock pressed into her cunt. Her walls stretched to accommodate his girth, her cream made the passage easy, and she joyfully slid down on him, loving the way he filled her to the brim. But this time was better than ever before, as she'd seen the men first and the image was engraved in her brain, making the feeling even more delicious because she could picture what was happening as he slid inside her, as well as feel it. Naomi shivered in delight, then snuggled against the two men. Branden wrapped his arms around Sloan, sealing her between them. Sloan did the same with his longer arms, pulling the three of them tightly together, so they were all pressed skin to skin. Only then did the two men begin to move, Sloan pushing up into Branden's ass, Branden thrusting into Naomi's pussy. Welded so tightly together, the men in a synchronized rhythm, thighs flexing, hips raising, muscles moving in unison, the mix of physical and emotional connection was so intense Naomi almost came on the spot. She had to drag in a big breath and force herself to be controlled and not spoil it for her lovers. She gripped tight to Sloan's hips, and marveled at the feeling of his muscles under his skin, raising and Terracotta Warriors - 34
lowering, pushing and withdrawing. By holding him, she intensified the emotions raging through her body. She could feel every twitch and heartbeat of Branden buried in her hot, aching cunt. And now she could feel it from Sloan's point of view as well. Sloan pressed against her needy breasts. Branden pushed forward, rubbing his own nipples on her back. Their thighs moved against her butt and her legs. Naomi leaned her head back against Branden's shoulder and dragged some air into her lungs, but that only made the scent of the two of them even stronger in her nostrils. It was testosterone, and sweat, and man, and pure sex. "Can't hold on. It's too powerful. You're overwhelming me," she panted. "Adding you to the mix, the sex is better than ever before," said Sloan, jack-hammering up into Branden, sending Branden pistoning into her. Naomi screamed as the orgasm burst like a volcano up from her belly and exploded out of her arms, her legs, her chest, her head, all at the same time. Her internal muscles grabbed hold of Branden's cock, milking it, and her nails dug into Sloan's side as she came and came and came. Branden's climax sent a second wave of heat rolling through her, and she knew Sloan had come too by the way his muscles were tensing and contracting. It took her a few moments, but then Sloan's words sank in. He'd said having her there improved the sex. "Thank you, Sloan. Having you here makes everything much more extreme and intense for me, too," she whispered. "That's because we are a team," explained Branden, a cocky tone in his voice. "Three is better than two." "That's true," agreed Sloan. Terracotta Warriors - 35
"I can't think. I need a nap," Naomi muttered sinking back against the men. "It's only six o'clock. Plenty of time before we have to start the day," murmured Branden, lifting her off him, and lying her on the bed. "Hmm," murmured Naomi, then fell asleep. *** While the Museum staff were in meetings with their Chinese counterparts, the partners and families were taken on a tour of Xi'an, including a factory that restored the terracotta army and made replicas for sale. Each warrior was between six foot and six foot four, the tallest being the generals. Since Sloan was six-four their group nicknamed him "general". But Naomi was more fascinated by the fact that every warrior had an individual face. "The amount of work involved is stunning," she said. When she saw the terracotta being painted by hand with tiny brushes, so each color was distinct and separate she was even more amazed. "So intricate and beautiful. It's hard to imagine how much effort has gone into every aspect." "I guess that's why Old Bill is so fussy. He wants our ceramics to be this perfect, too," said Sloan. Naomi nodded. "Makes sense." When they sat on the bus being shown around, Naomi's eyes were busy absorbing everything she saw, but her brain was still mulling over what Sloan had said about the three of them being good together. She was getting to know Sloan quite well. Thirteen hours sitting together on a plane does that I guess. But she understood it was more than that. His upright bearing and military-short haircut were outward symbols of his Terracotta Warriors - 36
inner need for tidiness, precision, order. But those traits suited her, too. As a scientist she appreciated all those things and preferred them to messy haphazardness. The terracotta itself symbolized their relationship, too. Each of them was quite different, like the different warriors, their natures different shares of reddish brown, but close enough that together they fit like pieces of the whole. The red color was the fire within them that blazed uncontrollably when they were together. Apart they were browner and more ordinary, but together their true colors shone brightly. They needed each other to spark that fire, to illuminate and enhance the others, to be more red than brown. *** The second day was spent with everyone together, on an extensive tour of the three terracotta army pits: the men, the horses and the command center. They also saw the museum and displays and Naomi loved it all. Naomi was overwhelmed by being in Xi'an, seeing everything first hand, as well as spending time with the two men she was coming to think she loved. Their sexual relationship might be a bit different, but it was passionate and fulfilling and worked for them. Naomi wasn't sure exactly what would happen when they returned home, but she was hopeful the sex would be ongoing, even if less frequent. The real problem was the need to find another job. "Ah well, I'll have three months for that and maybe Old Bill will have some contacts I can check out." Day three was a visit to a jade factory in the morning, and a cloisonné factory in the afternoon. Over and over again Naomi was struck but the patience and delicacy of the work these craftsmen, who often spent a year or Terracotta Warriors - 37
more carving something beautiful out of a single piece of jade, or painting tiny little dots of color onto a vase to make a pattern. When they climbed onto the bus to return to the hotel, one of the men Naomi didn't know very well asked her to sit with him. Naomi plopped into the seat ready to speak enthusiastically about art, only to have him say, "You are one hundred percent correct. Shannon Charles is a fucking asshole and all those tests will need to be redone." Naomi gasped, and felt her cheeks flush fiery red, then all the blood rushed to her feet, leaving her pale and shaking and glad she was sitting down. "What-- Who--" "James Rivera. Heidi's the textiles expert on the team." "Oh, hello. Well it's pretty obvious you know who I am." "Yes indeed. It's also clear you don't know who I am and that is good." Naomi felt herself blushing again, and stammered, "II'm sorry..." "Don't be. I'd have been worried if you were trying to cozy up to me. I'm the Managing Director of ChemTech, and our Head of Organic Chemistry, Michael Michelson, is retiring in six months, so we're headhunting for his replacement." Naomi nodded. She'd heard Michelson was due to retire next year, but what did that have to do with her? "The Board was unanimous that we search for someone young, who had all the latest technology at their fingertips, and was au fait with social networking sites, a Generation Y person." Naomi's heart was pounding. He couldn't possibly be suggesting her for the job surely? Maybe he wanted her to help him search out someone? Terracotta Warriors - 38
James continued, "As soon as we heard about the incident at PVT we started checking your credentials. We want someone with integrity as well as skills. Are you interested?" James' gaze bored into hers and Naomi had to swallow hard before answering. "Yes, I am. It's my dream job, and I hadn't expected to look at anything this high up for another ten years at least." James became very professional and started asking endless questions, sounding Naomi out about all sorts of procedures. She pulled herself together and concentrated on him, answering him to the best of her ability, and following up with some searching questions of her own. Neither of them noticed when the bus stopped back at the hotel and everyone else got off until the driver came up to them and said, "Excuse me, sir, ma'am." They moved into the hotel foyer and continued their discussion, at the end of which it was decided, Naomi would join them as understudy to Michael Michelson for the time from when her work at the Museum was completed until Michelson's retirement, when she would take over his role, providing everyone was satisfied with the work, terms and conditions. *** Naomi almost floated back to their suite, and was unsurprised to find Sloan and Branden sitting close together at the little table, drinking coffee, although not Branden's favorite cinnamon mocha latte. As soon as she entered they turned to look at her. "Ha! She got the job! I knew you would, beautiful," said Branden, jumping up to hug her. "Foregone conclusion. How could they not give it to you?" added Sloan. Terracotta Warriors - 39
"You guessed?" "Of course we guessed. Nothing else could have held your attention so long. I bet you didn't even buy a silk scarf," said Branden. "Silk scarf?" Sloan held up a pile of silk scarves. "In the foyer. The lady selling silk scarves." Naomi shook her head. She certainly hadn't seen anyone selling anything. But then, she'd been focused on James and the job. They pelted her with questions about the job, then Sloan said, "We have scarves, we have a reason to celebrate, and we have an hour before dinner." Instantly lust filled the air. No one needed to ask him to clarify his suggestion. Six hands grabbed at clothing, and the ominous sound of ripping was heard when Branden's shirt was too slow to unbutton. Shoes and pants were kicked off, and underwear flew across the room. Branden wrenched the bedcovers down and the sheet nearly ended up in pieces like his shirt. Then they were all on the bed, rolling together, hands touching skin, mouths kissing mouths, legs entwining. Branden rolled on top of Naomi and slid into her pussy with a sigh. Sloan lubed Branden's ass very quickly and pushed inside him in moments. Then the three of them were moving together, fast, furious, with no finesse, but with a hasty, jerky, passionate need more carnal than any slower pace and foreplay could provide. Naomi stretched her arms around Branden to rest her palms against Sloan and feel his movements and muscles as he pounded into Branden with the same beat as Branden moved inside her. She planted her feet flat on the mattress to raise her hips into their every stroke. Terracotta Warriors - 40
Faster and harder they moved, rocking the bed, gasping, hearts pounding, bodies slick with sweat. Branden slid a hand between himself and Naomi and pinched her clit. With a scream, Naomi came, feeling Brand explode inside her at that same second. Sloan thrust again, so forcefully they all moved up the bed with him, his groan telling them he too had come. "I love you both, my terracotta warriors," Naomi whispered. "Branden is the iron that strikes our fire, but only when the three of us are together are we complete. I'm brown, Naomi is orange and Brand's red." "And together we're alive and vibrant with a future," finished Branden. "A future indeed. So when do I get to tie you two up with those silk scarves?" asked Naomi. End. Other books at Torquere by Berengaria Brown
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“Perfectly Presented” (MM)
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