Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jordan groaned low in his throat when he watched Amelia wrap her plush lips around his cock.
Her mouth felt like heaven, and he was determined to climb from his spot in hell to reach her.
There was a wildness to her that sent his pulse into a tailspin.
The little curl had fallen forward again, and his palms itched to touch it. He was obsessed with the thing.
As he was learning, he was becoming obsessed with everything about her.
His gaze flicked to Monica who wore a similar wild expression.
Her eyes were glued to the spot between Amelia’s legs, and he could only imagine what she was seeing.
Her chest was rising and failing at a fast rate and her lips parted slightly. There was a flush coating her skin.
Jordan wasn’t surprised Amelia was having that effect on Monica. She had that effect on him too.
He moaned loudly when she suctioned her lips around him and her clever little hands played with his balls. He hissed out a breath, trying to think of anything other than the woman between his legs. “Fuck, Melia.” But her warm mouth was making it hard to focus on anything other than her.
“Are you going to help me out here?” He let out a pained chuckle. “She’ll have me finished before you even start if she keeps this up.” He was pleading with Monica who looked a little too pleased with things.
“I don’t know if I should.” Monica’s smile was wide. “You look like you’re exactly where you want to be.” She ran her fingers across Amelia’s ass, and he felt the low hum vibrate across his low stomach.
He arched off the chaise.
Accounting. I have accounting paperwork to go over. Didn’t someone tell me we were spending too much on something? What was it?
Jordan tried to focus on the mundane tasks of office life, but his mind easily shifted to Amelia in the office, which either made things worse or better.
He couldn’t tell.
He reached for the curl again, twisting it in his fingers. The way he touched her here, the way he was drowning in her now would have to be locked away into a vault.
How the hell am I going to do that?
He sucked in a sharp breath. His toes curled and his leg started to shake.
“Whoa…wait…easy. Fuck!” He reached for Amelia, quickly pulling her off him before he embarrassed himself.
Her mouth made a little popping sound when he slid out of her.
“Fuck…fuck,” he grunted, seeing the string of saliva connecting his cock to her chin.
Her mouth was glossy. She used her fingers to wipe herself clean, never taking her eyes off him. She hummed low, smirking. “I think I made a mess.”
Yep, he was going to combust and die from the inside out.
“You are a dangerous woman, Amelia Wayne,” he murmured, knowing she could bend him to her will with ease.
He glanced over her shoulder, damn near silently pleading with Monica to help him out because there was no way he was going to last much longer. He didn’t mind if he came in her mouth, but he wanted to do that with her legs wrapped around him instead.
Monica laughed. “You see what you do to him, Amelia?” She came to stand directly behind her. “You have this man by the balls, quite literally.” She grabbed Amelia’s hips, pulling her back toward her. “I think we can make him explode with ease, yeah?”
Amelia’s eyes rolled, and her fingers curled into his thigh. He was torn between watching Monica as she glided the dildo into Amelia with a practiced ease and watching the way Melia’s face twisted into a mixture of pleasure and need.
“Easy, Ms. Wayne,” Monica murmured. “You’re doing so good. Isn’t she Mr. Monroe?”
“Yes, she is,” Jordan responded, marveling at the way Amelia’s body started to shake.
Monica pulled back slowly before sliding back in. This time it was Monica who let out a little gasp because Amelia met her thrusts with one of her own.
“Look at that, Melia,” Jordan whispered. He cupped her face when her head fell forward. He wanted to see her pleasure. “I told you she was going to enjoy herself.” Amelia’s smile slipped off her face when Monica found a new rhythm.
“Ohh, shit,” Amelia grunted, her nails digging deeper into his thighs. “So…ssogood,” she mumbled over her words.
Monica picked up the pace of her thrusts, each one had both women gasping and whimpering.
Their sound skated over his skin, heating him.
He loved all the pretty sounds Amelia was making, and he wanted to catalog every single thing about this moment.
The way her eyes fluttered closed, only to pop back open when Monica surged forward.
He wanted to carve to memory how she chewed on her bottom lip to keep her pleasure muted, only to release it a second later, and let her cries be heard.
And what sweet cries they were.
He was learning her sounds, finding the subtle difference between each one so he could bottle it up and keep it.
And hopefully hear again one day.
Monica let out a groan that made his cock twitch, and he smiled. “I see she’s got you right where she wants you too, huh, Monica?” He winked at her when she glared at him.
“It feels good, doesn’t it, Melia.” Jordan looked at her half-lidded gaze. “To know you’re giving her pleasure as she gives you yours.” He felt her subtle nod in his hands. Her gaze dipped to his cock and the damn thing jumped at attention.
“Please, please,” Amelia chanted, and Jordan’s body hardened.
“Please what?” Monica asked, slowing her pace. “Please fuck you harder, or please can I suck Mr. Wayne’s cock?”
“Yes,” Amelia hissed out.
“That’s not an answer, sweet girl. But we can give you both,” Monica teased. “In fact, didn’t Mr. Wayne say he wanted to feel how well I was fucking you?”
Jordan cursed, dropping his head on Amelia’s. He let his breath rush out of him so he could slow his heartrate, but it spiked when he heard Amelia’s broken plea.
“Don’t deny her, Mr. Monroe. She’s been such a good—” Monica’s words were cut off by a whimper.
“Jordan,” Amelia whispered his name. It was soft and quiet and just for them. He wondered if that’s how she’d whisper it in the mornings when he was waking her up, and something inside of him cracked open. He wanted more, but he would settle for just tonight.
He would savor every second, every moment, and every subtle shift in her breath and the way she felt against his body.
“Mr. Monroe,” Monica taunted. “Give her what you both want.”
Jordan lifted his head, taking in how beautiful she looked in her uninhibited pleasure. He groaned, leaning back on the chaise and gripped his cock.
Amelia licked her lips and pre-cum spilled, eager for her to lick him up. “Come here, Melia. Let me feel what Monica’s doing to you.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Amelia was on him, wrapping her lips around his cock, making little content noises that had black spots dancing in his vision. He gripped her hair, and she moaned around him.
“Fuck me.” He surged his hips up to get deeper into her mouth. She took him with ease, and he could feel the climax he was trying to beat back barrel through all his barriers like a runaway train.
Amelia suctioned his tip, her cheeks hollowing out while her hands stroked his base.
She kept her eyes glued to his. There was a wicked gleam that should have scared him, and maybe on some level it did.
It let him know that she had all the control here.
Even Monica’s rhythm was changing. Her groans and moans got louder and breathier the faster she fucked Amelia who met her thrust for thrust.
The rhythm and the vibrations built in the atmosphere, causing the air to grow thick.
He could smell the sex filling the room, feeling all three of their needs filling in the spaces between them.
It coated his skin, making him sweat under the dim lighting.
He barely remembered there were others in the room with them, watching them.
His focus was solely on the two women who were moving in sync to completely fuck him up in the best way.
Jordan had all types of sex before. He’d been to plenty of play parties and even had a steady friends-with-benefits situation at one time that let him explore more with couple swapping and group play.
He could count on one hand the experiences that had left a lasting impression on him, and this one blew them all out of the water.
That’s because it’s Amelia.
“Shit,” Monica stumbled, and he felt rather than heard Amelia’s own moan.
“Oh, fuck!” It felt like he’d been hit with an electric shock. He tried to hold back on his climax as he watched Amelia move her hips back and forth against the strap. Her own eyes rolling as Monica peppered her with praise as her climax tore through her.
Jordan held out as long as he could, pulling Amelia off him to ease his need to cum in her mouth.
He would not rush Monica. She had been the perfect addition to this night, and he hoped she enjoyed herself as much as he enjoyed her help with Amelia.
He also wanted to make sure Amelia got another climax before he ever found his release.
“That’s cheating,” Amelia whispered, glaring at him. “I wanted to win our bet.”
Jordan chuckled. As soon as Monica eased out of Amelia, he was hauling her up on to his lap. His cock nestled in between her legs. His release was coming at him fast, but he gritted his teeth, holding off as long as he could. “Guide me inside of you, slowly.”
Jordan’s breath hitched when she wrapped her hands around him. She hovered over his lap, lining him up at her entrance. He kept his gaze fixated on her face, wanting to see the moment he first felt her.
Her eyes widened, and her head fell forward against his. “Jordan, I….” He kissed her.