yosafbridge | OOM: Business ventures.

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OOM: Business ventures.

Saffron's room, for the most part, remains exactly the same as when she'd been in it last - apart from a few newly acquired trophies (paid for by a portion of the sum her job with Ben Wade had gotten her).

She takes a moment to arrange for some food and wine to be sent up in about an hour or so, then proceeds to make herself comfortable in the sitting area - removing her boots, pulling out the pin that holds the majority of her red curls up and away from her neck, and stretching out on one of the luxuriously stuffed couches.

"Is there anything I can get you two?" she asks, rolling over onto her stomach, her feet dangling in the air as she sizes up the two men.

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She rolls them over, flipping Moist onto his back and straddling his hips, keeping him inside her all the while.

Slowly, she rides him, moaning, hips swiveling in hard grinding movements as her eyes trail over to gaze at Urquhart's face.

Urquhart kneels beside them, aroused and wanting.

His finger finds her other opening, and he looks at her, askance.

Saffron is no beginner, but that is a matter of taste. He will take no for an answer without any hard feelings.

Well, apart from where he is hard, anyway.

Moist laughs as she flips him and anchors one of his feet against the bedframe so he can go deeper inside her. One of his hands clutches at Urq as Saffron rides him and he mutters something that could be a moan or just in another language.

Experience and training have taught her that often, in order to get what she wants, she has to give a man what he wants. And sometimes - not often, but every now and then - a man will want that.

It's not her first choice for pleasure, but it certainly isn't her last resort, either.

Her eyes find Urquhart's, half-lidded with pleasure and wanting, hips swirling and undulating slowly, and when their gazes lock she gives him a slow, decisive nod.

Accepting.

His finger goes deeper, than another, stretching so he'll not go in unprepared and make it uncomfortable for her.

The point is, after all, to let her feel both her men, to have them move in harmony, and for each of them to feel each other, separated only by the soft barrier of her flesh.

There is, to his experience, something infinitely arousing about the idea, even if one usually doesn't desire other men.

Moist watches Urquhart behind her and smiles against her skin, leaning up to nip at her breast as he moves with her.

As his hand strokes Saffron's skin, he reaches out and runs his hand along Urquhart's thigh.

His preparation of her will not go unappreciated - in fact, it endears her to him, the time he's taking to make sure she enjoys it as much as he will.

Other partners have not been so conscious of her needs.

She rocks forward against Moist and then back against Urquhart's hand, her arousal opening her up for him. Her fingers slide up into Moist's hair, cradling him against her breast as his mouth nips at her.

Gently, very gently, Urquhart enters her, poised to stop at the slightest resistance, or sign of displeasure.

One hand on Saffron's hip, one on Moist's, he pulls them all three closer together. He is kneeling behind them, his long strong legs encompassing them all.

Moist pulls himself deeper into her as he takes her breast in his mouth and moans as their bodies collide. One hand runs up Urquhart's leg and down to make sure Saffron is truly enjoying herself.

She gasps, the initial penetration almost feeling like it may be too much for her to handle, but his touch is gentle on her and she has Moist thrusting below, distracting her from the sensation overload with lips on her breast and his length sliding deep and deeper.

She's surrounded by her men, one below and one poised behind, the three of them joined together through her body, and a breathless moan escapes her lips and hovers in the heavy, musky air.

Urquahrt feels Moist's movement, and shudders, moaning with pleasure.

Yes, this is as good as he remembers.

His hand slides around from Saffron's hip to between her legs, to add to her pleasure, and meets Moist's hand there.

Moist traces Urquhart's hand before gently probing Saffron as he thrusts, his moans louder as he squeezes Urquhart's butt.

She eases into a rhythm between them, rocking forward against Moist's hips and then back, sinking down slowly onto Urquhart's length.

Their hands are touching her together, two sets of five fingers sliding between her legs, and she throws her head back to cry out in sheer, unadulterated bliss, descending into near-unintelligible Mandarin.

Urquhart chuckles softly, pleased, between the moans.

Oh yes.

If she starts speaking Chinese this way, they're doing hit right.

He smiles at Moist, and bends to kiss him again.

When Moist kisses him, he returns it passionately and cries out himself as the combination of being inside Saffron and Urquhart's hand with his pushes him towards the edge.

Her body bows, arching between them, giving over to uncontrollable trembling when she nears her own overwhelming peak.

She buries her face against Moist's shoulder and bites down, crying out sharply, coming in a rush and release that leaves her boneless, voiceless.

Feeling them both climax pulls Urquhart with them; he shudders, moans and spills himself in a long, drawn-out, incredibly delicious shudder.

He manages to pull himself out and off and lie down beside them instead of crushing them before all his strength is spent and he just lies there, breathing heavily, utterly done.

As Saffron bites him, he climaxes with another cry and just barely supports Saffron.

He manages to turn his head towards Urquhart and grins at him, as he cradles Saffron.

Her body helplessly collapses over top of Moist's, her arms and legs limply falling to either side of him as she pillows her cheek on his chest.

Her head also turns in Urquhart's direction, offering him a sated grin as she reaches out to stroke lazy fingertips down the contours of his abdomen.

Urquhart lies beside them, an arm loosely draped over them, and smiles into their eyes.

He lifts his head, which feels very heavy, and softly kisses first Saffron's lips, then Moist's.

Its a moment that really doesn't need words so Moist gently strokes Saffron's hair as he returns Urquhart's kiss.

Though his grin turns into a smirk as he imagines his ever proper grandmother seeing him and wondering what happened to her polite grandson.

It's a while before she moves, sliding off Moist to lay between the two men, resting on her stomach as a few sweaty red curls slide into her eyes. Weakly, she attempts to blow them out of her face and fails, chuckling softly.

"Mmm, remind me to do that again in the very near future," she groans.

Urquhart lifts his hand and touches her hair. "Whenever you want," he says. "Just say the word."

He turns to kiss her on the lips, "Oh yes."

She kisses each of them in turn, sighing contentedly against two different pairs of lips.

"After," she murmurs. "To celebrate the inevitable success of a job well done."

Besides, she does enjoy to work them up ever so much.

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