Wynter Daniels - Lawyering Up

“Time for more ice.” Emmy strode into the kitchen carrying her empty plate and fetched the gel icepack the hospital had given them. When she returned to the living room the guys had her new lingerie purchases out of the bag.

“I like this one.” Rudy held up the French maid outfit and waggled his eyebrows.

“I’m the injured party here, counselor. And I want a sexy nurse.” Pete tossed her the white teddy and hat.

She’d tried on both costumes and felt a bit self-conscious in the dressing room, but Pete and Rudy seemed to love her body. Saluting Pete, she tucked the outfit under her arm then headed toward the bathroom to shower and change.

When she put on the nurse getup she glimpsed herself in the mirror. The white bustier pushed her breasts high and the garter belt and white stockings made her legs appear longer and lean. She’d never worn anything like the skimpy outfit but she had to admit, it made her feel sexy and empowered. Hell, what could be a bigger boost to her ego than hanging out with two hot hunks for a week, having loads of hot sex? Her mouth watered as she pondered all the possibilities.

She slipped on what Rudy had described as come-fuck-me black spiked heel pumps that she’d picked up at the lingerie store, then she returned to the living room.

Rudy had cleared away the rest of the dishes and stripped down to his birthday suit and had somehow managed to transform the space from bachelor pad to sex palace. He handed her a glass of wine and whistled at her as she came into the room. “Okay, that’s fucking hot. Way better than a cave woman costume. Now I don’t feel so deprived that they didn’t have my request in stock.”

Pete was on the floor now, naked in the midst of a sea of various types of pillows and cushions that made the area look like a playground for a sultan and his harem. But she was the only woman and had both men at her disposal-her own private male harem.

She sipped her wine as she surveyed the scene. The only light came from a few pillar candles on tables around the perimeter. Good thing. If the room were brighter she’d have been more self-conscious. She recognized the music as Ravel’s Bolero.

Pete’s heated stare swept slowly over her from head to toe then fixed on her face. “God, Emmy. Talk about sexual healing. You’re the best medicine I could imagine.”

Her mouth went dry.

Rudy dropped a few condom packets on the coffee table. “You have two patients, nurse.”

She deposited her glass on the coffee table then sat on the floor near Pete. “Two?”

He set a hand on his forehead. “I have a fever. And a new way for you to take my temperature. Orally.” He closed his fingers around his cock, stroked it until it started growing. “And I want a sponge bath.” He tipped his chin at a basin of water she hadn’t noticed before on the table.

“Hey, hey.” Pete feigned indignation as he pointed at his injured ankle. “I’m first. The nurse is going to check my thermometer, right?” He shifted so she could see his rising erection.

She crawled closer to Pete. “Yes, I think you come first in the triage chain.” Skimming a finger over his cock, she smiled when he shut his eyes and let out a pleasured sigh. She got on her knees and gave his erection a teasing swipe of her tongue.

Rudy moved behind her and kissed her lower back, sending a shiver of torrid awareness up her spine. She took hold of the base of Pete’s shaft and leaned in for another lick. His scent was fresh and soapy mixed with a hint of his cologne. She closed her mouth over the head of his cock and felt him quiver. His erection pulsed against her tongue.

Rudy slipped his hand between her legs to cup her mound. God, she’d have never dreamed she’d be in the middle of anything this erotic and hot. Rudy grazed a finger along her slit. The anticipation unglued her. She tried to concentrate on giving Pete head. She took him deeper into her mouth, flicked her tongue over his taut skin.

Rudy grasped her thighs, eased them farther apart. Then he pushed a finger inside her. “You’re very wet, Nurse Emmy. You’re not turned on, are you?”

Sweet, lush sensations overtook her-the taste of Pete’s cock, the expression of pure joy on his face, the feel of Rudy’s finger inside her and his hand on her hip combined with the sound of the music and its building intensity.

Rudy rubbed her just right, matching the rhythm with which she took Pete in and out of her mouth. She moaned as Pete grabbed hold of her hair and gave it a hard tug.

Rudy withdrew his fingers from her and replaced them with his tongue. She bit back a gasp as he drove deeper and continued rubbing her pussy all the while.

She tried to concentrate on giving Pete head, but soon she was deluged with delight as her climax neared. Rudy played her like a perfectly tuned instrument, as if he knew every nuance of her body’s pleasure centers.

She scraped her teeth over Pete’s cock and his grip tightened in her hair. Splaying her fingers over the ridged muscles of his upper thigh, she squeezed her eyes shut and braced for her orgasm.

Pleasure exploded everywhere as she fell into a sea of ecstasy. Her body convulsed with powerful pulses of joy that went on and on. Pete yanked aside the straps of her bustier to cup her breasts. He tugged and tweaked her nipples, adding another dimension to her bliss.

Her climax started to recede until Rudy pushed his cock inside her. She reacted like a lit firecracker, twisting and twitching and crying out. She’d completely zoned out and had stopped giving Pete head. But as soon as Rudy started stroking, Pete reminded her by pushing the head of his cock against her cheek. She palmed his balls, gently massaging them as she took his erection deep into her mouth. He rewarded her with a deep, primal growl.

Yeah, he was close. She’d never forget the sounds and the feel of him when he neared his orgasm. His skin reddened and the muscles in his neck and upper chest corded. His face contorted in strained concentration.

He reached for her hair again and tangled his fingers in it, directing her movements, coaxing her to quicken her pace. Then he detonated, spilling his seed into her throat. She swallowed the hot, salty liquid, confident she’d given him the pleasure he so deserved.

He withdrew but Rudy kept on thrusting, harder and deeper now. She moved with him, met him stroke for stroke. He gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh. His grunts let her know he was close to coming, but she could feel him hanging onto his control, drawing out his pleasure and hers.

“Fuck, yes.” Rudy jerked into her, then stilled, panting. He settled over her, his chest to her back, his heart thumping against her skin.

Minutes later they all settled on top of a sea of pillows, Emmy cuddled between the two men in her life. But as she drifted off to sleep, she wondered what would happen after their stay- cation drew to a close. Would they withdraw from each other’s lives with only the memories of the week?

She prayed they’d all find a way to keep the amazing chemistry they shared alive and active.

“Case dismissed.”

Emmy resisted the urge to cheer as the judge dismissed the jury. She shook her client’s hand, a young girl who’d made friends with the wrong classmate, a shoplifter.

“Thank you so much, Miss Mahoney,” the girl’s mother said as she shook Emmy’s hand.

“My pleasure.” Her cases were so much more rewarding when she was reasonably sure her clients really were innocent of the charges. She left the courtroom and started toward the elevator, but a strong arm hooked hers and dragged her to a stop. A protest rose on her lips until she turned to find it was Pete.