32. Run With It
Noah
Sighing, I pick up the phone to call the one person I know will blow this out of proportion. It’s Tuesday morning. Tonight is my night with Madison, and I want to do something special, but first I have to take care of acquiring a date for the benefit.
My chest aches like I’m betraying Madison, but I’m doing this to protect her.
“Noah, darling.” My mom’s way of greeting me always makes my teeth clench. “To what do I owe an unscheduled call?”
We have a deal. I call once a week, and she stays out of my personal life otherwise. My relationship with my mother is not a normal one. She wanted to raise a genius, which she did, but she hoped I would be more than a CFO at a start-up with my friends. She aspired to bigger and questionably better things for her only son.
My stepfather is who she hoped I would become, and she keeps trying to fit me into his shoes. Wealthy, expensive shoes with the perfect rich girl on my arm to increase our position in life.
“I need to find someone to attend a benefit with me on Friday.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wish I could take them back. She’s pestered me for years about letting her set me up. It’s a hot topic of conversation for our weekly call.
“I have just the woman for you. She’s sweet and knows when to talk and when to keep quiet. She’ll be perfect for you.” I can almost imagine my mother’s hands rubbing together.
“It’s just for the night, Mom. That’s it. It’s not a first date or the start of a relationship. I don’t have time for that.” I rub my forehead at the headache forming. For the next month, all my mom will want to talk about is how this went with her choice and why haven’t I contacted the woman and we should all have dinner together.
“You’ll never have time with an attitude like that. Besides the right woman could change your mind. Especially someone as special as Sara Morris. She’s perfect for you.”
For a moment, I consider telling my mom to forget it, but then Madison steps into my open doorway and pauses before knocking. Her bright blue eyes meet mine with a question in them.
That sigh works its way back up. I’m doing this to protect her. To keep the reporters from digging into why none of us are dating other people.
“Send her my number. Tell her it’s formal. Text is best.” I blow out a breath, and Madison’s eyebrow rises. I wave her inside.
“You’re going to love her. Just wait and see.” Mom sounds all glowy. I just shake my head.
“I’ll talk to you Saturday morning.”
Madison stands uncertain before my desk.
“I can’t wait.” Mom is way too pleased with herself and hangs up before I can tell her to forget it.
“You okay?” Madison asks.
Setting my phone on the desk, I look at her. A flowing black skirt sways around her knees, and a creamy silk button-down shirt hides her breasts. “Better now that you’re here. Close the door.”
Without hesitation, she does as I ask.
“Come here.” I need to work off this tension tying me in knots and only have a little time before lunch to do it. The phone call was necessary, but every part of me aches at having to concede to this.
She walks around my desk to stand beside me. She’s beautiful in her submission and fierce when she takes control. Next time we play, I’ll hand her the reins again, but not today. This boiling cauldron in my gut needs an outlet.
“May I take control?” I meet her blue eyes and something softens in them.
“Always,” she says quietly.
“Take off your underwear.” I reach into my desk drawer and pull out a length of rope.
She drops her panties on the edge of my desk and looks at me expectantly.
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
“I take it the ‘her’ you were referring to is your date to the benefit.” She turns and puts her hands together.
“My mother has found me a date.” I quickly tie them in a double column knot. Spinning her to face me, I run my fingers over the hem of her skirt. “I wouldn’t take someone else if I didn’t feel like it’s necessary.”
She bites her lip and nods.
“Down on your knees.”
She sinks to her knees on the carpet before me as I undo my belt and pants. As I pull my hard cock out, she licks her lips, like she can’t wait to get it in her mouth. Fuck, she’s perfect for us.
I grab the bun she’s wearing today. “I’m going to go hard and fast. You need me to stop”—I pick up a small paperweight off my desk—“drop this.”
“Okay.” She swallows as I put the paperweight in her hand. Her bright eyes search mine. “Use me, Noah.”
When I straighten, I aim my cock toward her mouth and push inside, dragging her head all the way forward by her bun. Her throat tightens around my tip as her nose presses against my abs. “Fuck. Your mouth is so fucking good.”
I pull her back, and she curls her tongue around me as she sucks. I don’t want it nice. Giving this opportunity to my mother will have repercussions for weeks. She’ll want to know if I’ve thought about calling Sara. If I’ve asked her out again. If she’s reached out to me and why haven’t I gotten back to her.
It will be hell, but this woman on her knees before me, sucking my cock like it’s her favorite flavor, makes it worth it.
But right now, I need to use her to get through this. I pull her all the way forward again. Her throat swallows around me, and I hold her there for a few seconds before pulling back.
She inhales around my cock. I look down and meet her watery eyes. She gazes up at me with so much longing and trust. Fuck.
I don’t deserve her trust. I wanted to be the one to take her to the benefit. I wanted to be the one to dine her and make her feel like my fucking girlfriend, not just a woman I like to fuck.
Never lifting my gaze from hers, I fuck her face, going hard into the back of her throat before pulling off and going right back in. She gasps and tears stream down her cheeks. She’s powerless to stop me in this position with her hands tied. But she doesn’t drop the weight.
She can’t press against my thighs to slow down every hard thrust. She can barely balance herself as I take her throat brutally. And she takes everything I have to give her and more. So much more.
My balls tighten as I get close to coming, but I don’t want her to swallow me down.
I jerk her off my cock and kneel before her. Her breathing is as chaotic as my own. Meeting her eyes, I shove my hand under her skirt and thrust three fingers into her weeping cunt. She gasps at the intrusion, but she’s soaking wet and ready for me to fuck her.
“Noah,” she whispers harshly, longing in her eyes. “Fuck me.”
I pull my fingers out, turn her around, and push her head down to the ground. Her breath hitches as I toss her skirt up. She spreads her legs open for me.
“Good girl.” I line my cock up with her entrance and thrust in hard.
She lets out a strangled cry as I fuck her savagely, pulling her hips against me with every thrust until I’m buried so deep inside I can’t tell where she ends and I begin. We’re one.
“Fuck me harder, Noah. Faster.”
Her words egg me on as I take her roughly. Every thrust nudges her forward on the carpet. She presses back into me like I’m not already pounding into her. The slapping of our bodies smacking together fills the room.
Her cunt tightens around me as she keens her release, drawing me into filling her with my cum. I thrust wildly a few more times as cum jets out of my cock to coat her walls. She lets out a little whimper as I thrust in hard and hold her against my hips.
“Color, kitten.” I take a breath and check her hips for bruises where my fingers dug into her.
“Green,” she sighs.
“Tonight I’m going to tie you and blindfold you.” I draw my cock out of her and stand, leaving her in a pile on my office floor. Her pussy drips with my cum, and I lean down to press it back inside her.
She moans as I thrust my fingers into her, keeping my cum from slipping out.
“Maybe a gag too.” My fingers rock in and out of her as her hips follow the movements. I drag my thumb in circles around her clit. “I want you to fight against it. While I like you soft and willing, I crave a challenge tonight.”
She cries out softly as she comes on my fingers.
“Would you like that, kitten?”
“Yes, Noah.”
My cock twitches in anticipation. “Good.”
* * *
Madison
Noah keeps frowning at his phone throughout dinner. His date contacted him earlier this afternoon. He came and told me by pinning me to the wall in the break room and kissing me until my knees barely held me up.
My thighs clench as I think about what he wants from me tonight. Complete control over me, but not without a fight.
My gaze flicks over to his brown eyes as he regards me. There’s heat in his eyes and this predatory gleam that makes my insides churn in anticipation. We’ve all fucked, but we haven’t really played games yet.
Tonight, we’ll be playing a game where I don’t want what Noah is looking to give me. I don’t know how good of an actress I’ll be, but I really want him to be rough with me like he was earlier.
I cross my legs against the ache, thinking of him fucking my mouth and then taking me hard on the floor, my cheek dragging against the carpet, unable to stop him if I wanted to. I scrape my fork on the plate through my food, so turned on I just want to get started now.
Change into something you don’t mind getting ripped.
His whispered words before dinner made me so fucking wet. It tempted me to leave off my panties, but that’s part of the fun. So I changed into an old sundress that I loved so much it’s now faded and thin.
I lift my gaze to Coop’s across the table. He’s watching me like I’m the one for dinner. A shiver races down my back, thinking of them overwhelming me. Coop’s fantasy about hunting me in the dark creeps into my mind.
It’s been a few days since I was terrorized in the file room, but if I knew it was them, maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad. I recross my legs.
“I need to go finish some work.” Seth stands and leans down to kiss me before grabbing his plate. “Come on, Blake.”
Blake gives me a smirk before he rises, grabs his plate, then leans down and kisses me. I sigh as he lifts his lips. I can’t seem to get enough of these guys.
He taps my nose before he and Seth load their dishes and head out the door.
“Plans tonight?” Coop lifts an eyebrow at me.
Noah’s hand brushes my knee under my skirt, and I jump at the contact. He arches an eyebrow at my reaction and then gives me a grin that on most men would creep me out, but this is Noah. I don’t relax though. I use that bundle of anticipation energy and shoot to my feet.
“Just going to bed. Maybe reading a book.” I take my plate into the kitchen. Noah rises and follows me. His heat closing in on my back.
He traps me against the counter, and I press against his chest to move him away. He leans in and I hold my breath, but he moves away again. I’m not naive enough to believe I could move him. If he wants me, he can take me. That thought excites me. Knowing he could, but he wouldn’t. But tonight, we’ll be pretending.
I bend over to load the dishes, swaying my hips slightly.
Coop crosses to the kitchen and grabs my hips, drawing my ass against his hard cock. “Do we have a cocktease?”
I straighten, but before I can answer, Noah grabs my jaw and presses me between the two of them. “She’s been a naughty girl. Spending nights in other men’s beds but not wanting to give it up to me when I treat her so nice.”
My eyes widen. I jerk away from Noah’s hold. Hmm, maybe I don’t want to pretend this. But I’ll go with it for now.
“Maybe I want someone who will treat me better than a whore.” I’m not sure where that came from, but the glint in Noah’s eyes tells me he likes it.
Tsking at me, he trails his finger down my neck to the top of my dress. I yank away from both of them and back around the island.
“If you act like a whore, sweetheart, that’s what you’ll be treated like.” Coop and Noah move together. One rounds the island to the left and the other to the right.
I back away from them as they stalk me. My heart flutters in my chest, desperate to get free. My panties are damp in anticipation of being caught. “Maybe you should find someone who’s willing to fuck you.”
“Oh, you’re willing.” Noah closes in as I stumble against the couch. He grabs my hair to keep me there. Tight enough to hold me, but not tight enough to hurt.
“Always so willing with everyone else. What’s two more cocks, sweetheart?” Coop closes in, and I’m trapped between them.
“I’m not a whore.” I jerk a little to free myself but Noah laughs.
“Maybe not yet, but by the end of tonight, you’ll be our whore.”
My hand whips out and I smack him. I gasp, and he looks a little surprised before he turns menacing. What did I just do? Coop grabs my arms.
I shake my head, dropping the act. “I didn’t mean?—?”
“To slap me?” Noah rubs his cheek. A cruel smile curves his lips. “It certainly felt like you meant it.” His laugh is dark, and when Coop’s laugh joins his, a rush of fear flows through me.
“Don’t worry, kitten, when we’re done with you, your ass will be as red as my cheek.” Noah jerks his head toward his bedroom, and Coop lifts me off my feet.
Suddenly, Noah’s bedroom is the last place I want to be. I struggle against Coop’s hold and then remember to go limp. It must surprise him because I fall to the ground and scurry away, running on my bare feet to my bedroom where I can lock them out. I can’t let them catch me that fast.