Some clanging and scraping noises were audible, and then Alice got her wish. As if they’d signalled to one another, both men closed their mouths over one of her nipples at the same time.

She gasped. Her sense of touch – or, rather, feel – was in overdrive. Lips on her tits, hands stroking her thighs, cooling chocolate trickling down the sides of her breasts … It was heaven. Soon, chocolate wasn’t the only thing trickling towards the table – her pussy was wet and ready, eager for a tongue, fingers, or, even better, a cock. Juices seeped from her core and gravity did its job, leading them down her arse crack and onto the wooden surface beneath her.

But it seemed Jeremy and Ethan had more teasing in mind before she’d get the touch she wanted; no, needed. Once they’d laved her skin clean of the sweet goo, they grabbed their bowls and spoons to repeat the process, trickling it over her boobs, stomach and thighs. They’d obviously decided to use it all up on her skin before it solidified in the bowls.

He used his fingers to hold her chin in place, then leant towards her and planted a kiss on her lips. It was chaste at first, but then the pressure increased. Jeremy shuffled closer to her, his thigh against hers, their upper bodies twisted from the hip and pressing together. He removed his hand from hers and slipped it around the back of her head, tangling it in her hair. He used the leverage he now had to deepen the kiss further, slipping his tongue between her lips.

She felt as though she was going to melt. Jeremy’s tongue moved sensuously around her mouth, teasing her own tongue, her teeth, the most sensitive parts of her lips. A rapid movement later, and he had her bottom lip between his teeth, licking, nibbling, and sucking at it until she writhed on the chaise longue like some kind of wanton hussy. Only it wasn’t faked. Every touch of his tongue, his teeth, his lips increased her excitement to the extent that she could feel how wet her pussy was without even moving.

Jeremy pulled away from their kiss, but kept his face mere millimetres away from hers. ‘Alice,’ he murmured, fixing her with that intense gaze once more, ‘can I make love to you?’

Alice was surprised that he’d even asked. Not that she thought he’d ever do anything against her will, of course, but her astonishment was twofold. One, he just wanted to have sex with her. No challenges involved. Two, he didn’t just take what he wanted. It had to be startlingly obvious that she wanted him too. Granted, she didn’t have an erection pressing against the front of her skirt, but her nipples strained against her blouse, her lips were swollen and parted, and if she wasn’t utterly mistaken, she’d got so horny that she could actually smell her own pussy juices.

Alice had been so engrossed in fucking – or, more accurately, being fucked by – Jeremy for the first time that she’d almost forgotten about Ethan. Suddenly her peripheral vision picked him up as he moved to one side of the ladder, watching her face as she was screwed by his best friend. Then he leant through the gap between the handrail and the steps and kissed her, hard. He possessed her mouth thoroughly, forcing his tongue between her lips and seeking hers. She didn’t think she could possibly be any more turned on, but having Ethan take her mouth that way while Jeremy was fucking her pussy and stroking her clit made her feel supremely desirable. And powerful. The result was a fresh jolt of arousal that buzzed through her body, before centring on her clit. Jeremy groaned as her muscles clamped around him once more.

Had her mouth not been occupied, Alice would have apologised. But the tiny part of her brain which was still able to function reached the decision that it was a ridiculous thing to do in the situation. After all, what man wouldn’t want a tight, clenching pussy wrapped around his cock? Certainly not the two she was currently playing with, she decided.

Then, as though they’d communicated somehow, Ethan deepened their kiss and Jeremy increased the speed at which he stimulated her clit and pounded into her, both at the same time. Alice took it in her stride – kissing Ethan back just as passionately, and rutting back onto Jeremy’s eager prick. Then all she could think about was the pleasure she was feeling. She could hardly discern where – or who – it was coming from, but all she knew for sure was that with a few more strokes of Jeremy’s fingers, she would be undone. Tensing her inner muscles repeatedly, Alice decided she was going to try her hardest to take him with her.

Alice was very much enjoying the feel of Ethan’s mouth against hers, but couldn’t help wondering why he hadn’t yet deepened the kiss.

Seconds later, she got the answer to her question. It was delivered in silence. Ethan merely pulled away from her with a guttural – and very sexy – groan, gave her a look that made her feel like a juicy slab of meat to a starving predator, then put his large, strong hands on her hips. Alice frowned, then let out an involuntary squeal as he lifted her onto the work surface. She threw her arms around his neck to steady herself as he shifted her, and once she was safely settled, she couldn’t see any reason to move them.

Tangling her hands in the chin-length hair she’d been dying to touch since she met him, Alice drew in a deep breath. The scent that hit her nostrils was a combination of shampoo and a delicious aftershave. She pulled in another breath, savouring the smell of him. Then she moved in to kiss him.

He accepted her eagerly, his hands on her arse sliding her to the edge of the work surface so their groins pressed together. A powerful zing of lust rushed through her body as she felt the impressive erection crushed against her vulva, albeit through her thong – her skirt was up around her waist by now, pushed there by the necessary spread of her legs to accommodate Ethan’s hips – and whatever he was wearing. Tight-fitting boxers beneath his trousers, she hoped. Or nothing at all.

Suddenly, nothing at all was her preferred option as Ethan slipped his tongue between her lips and sent her libido climbing to oh-my-God-I’m-so-horny-fuck-me-right-now heights. The touch of his tongue against hers sent searing heat scorching through her body before centring in her pussy. God, she wanted him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so fired up, wanted a man so much. Because it was him she wanted, not just sex. The tall, handsome head of security, who was on the verge of reducing her to a teeming mass of female hormones with his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her arse, massaging and squeezing her buttocks.