Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Amelia felt like she was floating on a lake in late summer.
The orgasm had basked her skin in a warmth she only ever got from sunbathing.
Her breath hitched when she felt the dual sensation of Monica’s and Jordan’s fingers against her skin before they both pulled away from her, leaving her gloriously naked, save for the heels she wore.
Her dress had pooled around her feet, but she didn’t dare move, unsure if her legs were steady enough to keep her upright.
Her core ached and her stomach dipped, needing more of what Jordan and Monica had given her.
She had never experienced a climax without the combination of penetration, clit stimulation, and something a little extra, whether that be praise, degradation, choking, or being pinned down. She just needed more.
It was one of the things her ex complained about when they were together: her need for all this extra work when it came to her pleasure.
He made it feel like a chore. Where here at Sirens, it never felt like a burden to have those she explored with know what it would take to get her to climax.
They always delivered in a way that made her feel like they enjoyed themselves as much as she enjoyed them.
Yet here she stood on shaky legs feeling the aftereffects of an orgasm that had been so simple for her to reach.
And it only took your asshole boss to get you there.
Amelia promptly ignored the thought, refusing, even in this setting, to give him a win. It wasn’t just him who had sent her body into a tailspin. It was Monica’s sweet lips against her skin and her toying with the butt plug that helped send her over the edge.
Jordan did not have sway over her body.
“Still green?” Jordan murmured in that gruff voice sending a shiver across her body. His nostrils flared when his gaze swept over her body.
“Super green.” Amelia stood a little taller, putting her shoulders back, inviting his gaze. Feeling his and Monica’s eyes on her naked body made her wetter, and it was heightened by the faces she couldn’t see but knew surrounded her.
She had asked for the number that would be in attendance for this night.
She wanted an idea on how many people would sign up to watch a stranger receive pleasure.
She was surprised at how quickly the sign-ups started, and every time the number rose, her nerves spiked.
But there was a delicious heat that built in her stomach and spilled over into her limbs, stealing her breath every time she thought about someone watching her.
“Can you feel them?” Monica circled her like a predator, coming to stand next to Jordan. They made a powerful image. Both commanding in different ways.
Monica was soft in the way her eyes crinkled in the corners and the way her dress encased a body built to be worshipped.
Every breath she took made the front of her dress move, exposing more of her full breasts to Amelia’s hungry gaze.
She looked regal in a way that made Amelia want to get on her knees and pledge her loyalty.
Jordan always had a hard edge to him. He exuded nonchalance to unsuspecting people, but Amelia had always known what to look for when she watched him in the office.
He was a cobra, coiled and ready to strike when he saw the perfect opening.
His eyes missed nothing, and there was currently a fire sparking in them, ready to set her ablaze.
She would burn for him because she understood what pleasure awaited her on the other side.
“Can you feel the energy shifting with each breath you take?” Monica murmured, her eyes lingering on Amelia’s chest.
Amelia nodded and shifted on her feet. Her fingers twitched at her sides, desperate to reach out and touch them both. She wanted to see what brought them pleasure and tease them in a manner that made them lose control and give in to her every whim.
She wondered what that type of power felt like.
To drive someone so far to the edge they couldn’t think or breathe in anything but the consumption of the person across from them.
Amelia reached out for both of them, her need driving her forward.
Monica took a step back while Jordan grabbed both her hands.
He shook his head, placing them back at her side, and she huffed out a breath.
She wanted more. She might have enjoyed the way they both looked at her like she was a sweet treat they planned to devour, but she was ready to feel full, to experience another climax at their hands.
“You remember how you teased me about patience?” Jordan’s voice rumbled across her shoulders as he came to stand behind her.
“I knew it wasn’t going to be me that needed the reminder.” Jordan chuckled and Monica rolled her eyes.
“Oh, would you look at that…” Jordan’s words followed the path of his fingers down Amelia’s back. “Look at the mess you made all over Monica’s thigh. Do you see how her skin glistens in that one spot?” Jordan moved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck.
“My pants are soaked because of you too. I don’t think I’m going to wash these either, not until they lose your smell.” Another kiss. “And I only have to rely on my memory of the way you looked,” another kiss, “the way you sounded coming apart for us.” Another kiss and her knees buckled.
“Oops, careful now.” Jordan’s rough hands gripped her hip, pulling her flush toward his body.
She hummed low in her throat, practically purring in his hold.
“Is this what my touch does to you? Turns you so soft and eager?” He sucked in a breath when she pushed her ass into him.
“So greedy. I’ll have to keep that in mind when you give me attitude at work.
How easy it’ll be for me to correct it behind my desk. ”
“Oh, fuck,” Amelia shifted on her feet, feeling her pussy ache. Her eyes closed as he continued to talk. “How pretty you’d look with your legs spread open while I taste how stressful your day is.”
The image popped in her head long before he put it there. She could see her skirt bunched up around her waist as her gaze took in the view. She’d wonder if anyone in the other buildings could see them, and she secretly hoped that was the case.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” He chuckled. He brought his hand across her stomach and slowly dipped lower. “Your breathing just changed,” he murmured. His hand hovered just above where she desperately wanted him to go. “I see someone has been fantasizing about me fucking her in my office.”
Amelia let out a sharp gasp, her eyes widening.
She wanted to deny it, should push the thoughts away and tell him that’s not who they were supposed to be tonight.
It was a dangerous game for both of them to play.
How could she go to work on Monday and not remember the possessive way his hands gripped her or the way his lips felt pressed against her skin?
“Jor—” she swallowed her groan when he finally cupped her between her legs. Her hips automatically moved, chasing the quiet tingling sensation creeping its way across her lower back.
“What was that?” He wrapped his mouth around her pulse and sucked hard.
She could feel the wetness gushing out of her.
She had a fleeting thought to be embarrassed, but it dissolved when she felt Jordan’s low rumble against her back.
The vibration echoed inside of her, sending another wave of wetness spilling out of her and into his waiting hand.
“She’s making such a mess, Monica.” Amelia could hear the smirk in his tone when he pulled back. “I can barely catch it all in my hand.”
Monica stepped forward, cocooning her in. “Do you need help?” The question was aimed at Jordan, but Amelia nodded anyway. She wasn’t sure which of the two would give her what she wanted the quickest, and she wasn’t above begging.
“You are so pretty,” Monica murmured, dipping her head down. She pressed her lips to Amelia’s chest, kissing her with such a slow and gentle touch a sob tore through her throat.
“Easy, Melia. We got you.” The way Jordan shortened her name made her light-headed. There was a softness to it. Her breath caught in her throat, and she had the silly notion of turning around and burying herself into his warmth.
Every time he called her name at work, it was sharp and commanding.
There was an authoritative edge that made it clear where they both stood in the office.
The nickname whispered in his gruff tone hit her in a space her ex had helped close off to herself and the world, but Jordan was dangerously close to having it thaw out.
Don’t fall for him.
The warning whispered in her mind and made her go rigid in their hold.
She tried to stop herself from reacting, but the way they both eased up on their torturous exploration told her she didn’t do a good job.
She didn’t want to stop, was ready to keep going and ignore the silly warning her mind conjured up.
She had no use for relationships right now, and even if she did, falling for her boss had disaster written all over it.
“Green,” Amelia cleared her throat to make sure it remained steady. “Still green, I’m good.”
Amelia wasn’t surprised when they both hesitated.
She appreciated their caution. The way they both held their breath and still waited to make sure she was truly good to go.
She smiled, easing back into Jordan’s body.
Being a member at Sirens had shone a huge spotlight on all the ways she’d let her ex, and men before him, disregard not only her pleasure but also her consent.
How many times had she stiffened up, and when she tried to get a ‘wait’ or ‘I’m not sure’ out, they completely ignored her or shut her down?
Too many to count.
She didn’t suffer that problem here. Every single time she made a reservation, she met people who watched her body better than she did some days. If she said yellow or red, they immediately stopped and let her set the pace to continue.