Connor glanced at him. "We're not charging her for any tours."
"One hundred percent discount, who could refuse?" Riley was unruffled.
"Why do you want my help?" I asked, confused. "There must be plenty of people in town with experience doing that sort of thing."
"Maybe, but we want you," Connor insisted. "Are you going to say you don't need to work? Because I know you do. We'll pay you to do something that won't be a strain on your body. Where else in town is going to offer that?"
"Nowhere, I suppose," I admitted. Not to mention the fact I hated the idea of asking anywhere to let me sit as much as I needed to, or take a day off for a flare-up. With this, I could do both. And if it gave them more time to grow their business, that was a bonus.
"Okay, I'll do it." I nodded firmly. I certainly could use the money. A few other people had bought my paintings and drawings, but it wasn't enough by any means.
"Of course you will." Connor dropped his hands and leaned over to pick up the chair. "We had no doubt."
"I should have held out longer." I followed them to the front door of the cottage. "Thought about it for a day or two. Made both of you sweat."
"Sweetheart, you already make us sweat," Riley said. He pushed open the door and stepped inside.
"You say that now, but we haven't started negotiating my hourly rate." I placed my sketchpad and pencil down on the dining table.
"We'll pay the going rate for administrative work, and all the orgasms you can handle," Connor said. He leaned the chair up against the corner of the room. "And we'll let you suck our cocks as often as you like."
"That's generous," I said with a playful hint of sarcasm. They didn't seem to mind fucking my mouth.
"We thought so." Connor cupped my face with his hands and brushed his lips over mine. "Should I fuck that smart mouth of yours right now?"
"I think you should," Riley said. He stood back and crossed his arms.
"I agree," Connor rumbled. He stroked his thumbs over my cheek bones, leaned in and whispered, "Get on your knees." After a moment he added, "Both of you."
Riley dropped his hands to his thighs with a slap before lowering himself to his knees. He took my hand and pulled me down beside him.
"Take my cock out," Connor insisted. He was looking right at Riley.
Riley glanced at me before hurrying to pull it down the zipper off Connor's jeans and tugging them down his hips. Connor's erection sprang free.
"Leah, do you want to watch him suck me?" Connor's voice was already ragged with need.
"Yes," I whispered.
I wanted that so much I could have flooded my panties on the spot. I might as well have; they were drenched as Riley wrapped his hand around the base of Connor's cock and licked his head. The tip of his tongue teasing, licking the bead of pre-cum that had leaked from his slit.
Connor grabbed a fistful of Riley's hair and guided him deeper onto his length.
His eyes smiling, Riley eagerly sucked. At the same time he pumped the other man slowly.
Connor groaned. "Leah's turn." He let go of Riley's hair, letting him slide his mouth off and move aside to make room for me.
I inched over on my knees, opened my mouth and took him inside, his cock already wet and warm from Riley.
Riley moved around behind me, grabbed the straps of my tank top and pushed them down my shoulders. My bra straps followed until my breasts were bare. He pushed my tank top down to my waist and unhooked the clasps of my bra to let it fall away.
He reached around to cup both of my breasts, palming my nipples while I went on sucking and licking, teasing Connor. My nipples tightened under his touch, until they were rock hard, and my pussy more needy.
Slowly, Riley moved his hands down my body, over my stomach to the top of my floral skirt. He pushed the elastic waistband down, letting the fabric fall to my knees, then dragged my tank top down with it.
"Lift your knee." He tapped one of them.
I raised one, then the other, letting him push my clothes aside. I knelt on the floor in only a pair of pale pink panties.
