Chapter 32
Anton
David responds by easing his length out of Genevieve’s mouth and looking down at her. ‘Is that okay with you?’ he asks.
Jesus Christ. I roll my eyes, but a second later I’m grateful he’s asked when she gives her response.
‘God, yes,’ she says, looking up at him, her voice hoarse and raspy and so fucking needy that I’m this close to dragging her away from the two of them and giving her a good pounding over that table, just like she needs. ‘Please.’
‘That sounds to me like she needs a damn good fucking,’ I hiss, thrusting hard into Athena’s willing, gasping mouth.
Fuck, yes. I’m so turned on I can barely speak.
Can barely string a sentence together. All I know in this moment is blind need.
I’m an animal rutting himself into relief and release. Into the light. ‘Come the fuck on.’
I throw my head back and will myself to hold on longer. Just a little longer. Because this is heaven and hell, and it’s simply too good. ‘How does she feel, Max?’ I ask, because he’s far filthier than David.
‘So. Fucking. Good.’ Max punctuates each word with a hard drive of his hips.
He’s really giving it to her now. His thrusts are speeding up, and Genevieve is having to claw her fingers into the carpet to keep her position.
I observe through my haze of need that she’s stopped jolting forward as much.
Rather, she’s meeting Max thrust for thrust like that greedy cunt of hers needs every last fucking millimetre of dick it can get.
I fucking love that.
‘David,’ I tell him, drawing on whatever vestiges of blood flow that remain beyond my cock to form a sentence, ‘fuck her mouth harder.’
He grips her head and gives in. Gives in to my instructions, into the animalistic need that, unlike Max and me, he tries to keep at bay.
And he fucks her mouth.
This is the beautiful part.
This is the fucking symphony, where it all comes together. Where we all come together. Where everyone is so lost, so blinded by a fog of white-hot desire that they exist simply as a slave to their own need.
‘You can touch yourself,’ I manage to tell Athena, because the way she’s sucking and licking and pumping my dick while scratching my skin and grabbing at my bum and rubbing her tits against my thighs tells me she’s this close to blowing, too.
She makes a strangled sound of thanks and removes a hand from my balls. It disappears between our bodies, and over her shoulder her arse gyrates as she works her own sweet pussy. My balls miss her touch, but she’s sucking harder as she gets herself off, so I’ll let her have this.
Besides, it keeps her happy while I observe the magnificent crescendo of this little scene I’ve created.
David comes first. I’m amazed he’s lasted this long.
I’m amazed I’ve lasted this long. He climaxes with a roar, holding Genevieve’s head in place as he fills her mouth with his cum.
He pulls out so she can swallow, then he’s sinking down so his bum rests on his heels.
He kisses the top of her head and his hands snake around her sides so he can play with her tits.
That’s my boy.
She moans and arches her back harder and I watch through hooded, heavy eyes as he works her tits with squeezes of her flesh and pinches of her nipples. I can’t see her face—David’s bloody shoulder’s in the way—but she’s writhing wantonly, her moans no longer gagged by his cock but ringing clear.
‘Move so I can see her face,’ I bark at David.
He shifts, and she turns her head and looks straight at me.
Fucking yes.
Her mascara is all smudged. Her lips are puffy and just fucked and so fucking sexy. Her hair’s a mess. But best of all is the imminent orgasm written all over her face as Max drills into her. As she takes his cock.
And that sends me over the edge. Seeing her face. Watching the two of them work her, watching Max pump the fuck away against her pussy. He’s holding nothing back. No one is.
‘Fuck,’ I spit out, holding Athena’s head in an iron grip. ‘Jesus fuuuck.’ And I’m over the edge, thrilling, searing heat racing down my spine and through my balls and along my dick, unthinkable pleasure coursing through my body as I go rigid and empty myself into Athena’s mouth.
She takes it all and swallows like the good girl she is, the circles she’s making with her hips telling me she’s close. But still, she cleans me up and licks me dry even as she’s still working her pussy furiously.
I glance behind me. The sofa’s just there.
Sliding my still semi-hard dick out of her mouth, I tug my boxer briefs and trousers back up.
Then I grip her arms and haul her to her feet, banding one arm tightly around her so she doesn’t get light-headed and fall over. She’s still blindfolded, bless her.
I get a hand between us and yank her wrap dress open and her knickers down before perching on the back of the sofa. It’s the perfect height for me to shove a wool-clad leg between her thighs.
‘Put your arms around me,’ I tell her, ‘and rub that little bare pussy on my leg until you come.’
She moans and sinks her head into the crook of my neck, her arms going around me. I band my arm back around her and hold her in place as she grinds against me. I can feel her damp heat through my Italian wool.
‘That’s it,’ I croon. ‘I know how much you like to come, you dirty little thing. Rub your clit against me as hard as you can. I want to hear you.’
‘Oh God,’ she gasps against my neck as she squirms and rides my thigh. Her breath is hot, her body warm and pliant and gorgeous, and her mewls gratifyingly needy.
And the whole time, as I hold her and let her grind against me, my eyes are locked on the woman who won’t let herself need me.
The woman who’s on my office carpet as Max rails the living daylights out of her.
The guy knows how to fuck, and it fucking disgusts me to see him wind her higher and higher.
But I’m a beggar, and beggars can’t be choosers.
Speaking of which…
‘Make her beg,’ I say stonily to Max, my voice far more authoritative now I’ve taken the edge off my frustration with Athena’s world-class blowjob. Not that that will slake my thirst for long. I’m definitely bending her over the conference table when I’ve kicked everyone else out.
Max leans forward, the cotton of his shirt brushing over Genevieve’s skin. He drags a hand through her hair and over the indents of her spinal column.
‘Tell me how badly you need my cock,’ he says through gritted teeth. He’s a man on the brink.
I know that feeling.
He straightens up. His shirt tails hide most of his cock, but I can tell he’s slid almost all the way out of her.
‘Tell me.’
‘Please,’ she says, ‘fuck me, Max.’ Her voice has taken on a lazy, dreamlike quality, as if she’s already sinking into subspace. I know her mind is clear. I know it has one focus, and one only.
The beautiful orgasm shimmering on the horizon.
Her reward for being brave. For being strong. For choosing herself, and her right to pleasure, over whatever forces in her life have conspired to make her choose her perfect, ice queen persona.
It will be so well deserved.
She may be begging Max, but her eyes are fixed on me. On the blindfolded woman grinding against me, using my leg to chase her own base pleasure. On my arm around her waist. She’s my fucking ice queen, and she knows it.
I hope she also knows that, with a single word, this could have been her.
I hope she’s fantasising that it’s me fucking her senseless right now.
I hope it’s fucking killing her the way it’s killing me.
Max pulls out slowly and halts again. ‘Tell me what you need,’ he says, and it’s the perfect thing to say. Because this isn’t about humiliating her for the sake of it. It’s about showing her the prize and keeping it just out of reach until she finds the courage to use her words.
Until she finds her words to be the magnificent, shameless little beauty we all know she can be.
She makes a sound that’s half sigh, half moan. ‘I need you dragging that dick of yours out of my pussy like that and then stuffing me full of it again,’ she says. There’s such a contrast between her clipped, Mary Poppins accent, and the filthy things she’s saying, and the raw sex in her tone.
‘Yes,’ Max says, and he thrusts against her so savagely that she cries out as her head butts into the cradle of David’s huge chest. ‘More.’
‘I need you to fill me up.’
‘Why?’
‘Because I love cock. And I love having both your hands on me.’
‘Yes. More. You can do it.’
He pulls out and slams back in hard, and David kneads her glorious, heavy tits.
She cries out, then says in a strangled voice, ‘It’s the only way I feel alive. It’s so fucking dirty… I—I can’t live without it. I need it all.’
Her eyes are fluttering, and she’s trying to catch her breath, and in this moment she is filthy perfection.
‘Yes you do, sweetheart,’ I tell her. ‘You are so fucking dirty, and you’re so fucking gorgeous like this. Max, fuck her into oblivion.’
I’m getting hard again. I slide a hand between my and Athena’s bodies and slip a finger under her pussy, rubbing her wet, swollen clit so fucking hard that she comes instantly with a loud gasp and convulses against me, shuddering through her own beautiful orgasm.
As she does, Max throws his head back and rams his hips forward and really lets Genevieve have it.
She scrambles down to her elbows and braces with an arm on either side of David’s legs. Her entire body is arched for Max, taking everything it can, her hands squeezing into fists, her facial features contorting with anguished pleasure as he releases a volley of savage thrusts.
And then she’s coming, crying out with a voice so raw and pure and greedy as she drinks me in with her eyes, and I’m stock still, frozen with desire and awe. It’s not my cock that’s giving her this pleasure, but I have the distinct sense that she’s giving this spectacular orgasm to me.
Max is still going, feeding her hunger, driving her further and further over the abyss into fucking oblivion, and her climax draws impossibly out before she squeezes her eyes shut and mouths a single, strangled word at me.
Anton.
Not Max.
Anton.
I’ve endured a lot tonight. I’ve known great pleasure and awe, but a man of my temperament does not usually share.
With anyone.
This is what I needed—to see all the bullshit and manners and intellect and culture wiped away until all that remains is this stunning woman in the throes of passion, unlocked and unveiled and fucking unleashed.
Nothing we’ve done here this evening has reduced her. It’s elevated her to the queen I knew she was.
Because, as she lies there after Max has come, with her head resting on David’s thigh and her sated face turned to me, she has never looked so majestic.