Chapter Twenty-Eight – Royal
The moment I push everything off the desk, it clicks in her head.
I can see the moment it does, because the grin she wears is like the Cheshire fucking Cat, all toothy and devious.
I push her between my body and the desk, hoist her backside up on its edge, and then lean down to claim her lips with mine.
Fuck, I’ll never tire of kissing her, never tire of fucking her. I could have her every which way and still it would never be enough, and if you ask the others the same, I’m sure they’d say something similar.
Tonight we’re going to take turns fucking her on the desk. You know, make her dreams come true and all that good shit.
I bite her bottom lip and make her moan, and then I tear my mouth off hers, give her a hard look, and get right to tearing off her clothes.
She is all too willing, especially with an audience; Hawthorne and Ezra stand around us, both waiting their turns and also upping the heat factor—it’s always hotter when you’re fucking for an audience, I’ve learned.
Hell, I’ve learned a lot about myself since Abby came into my life. For instance, I don’t mind sharing. Sharing is caring, as she likes to say. I’m also excited for the future, and not just about our next target. No, there’s so much more to look forward to now.
Soon enough Abby is sitting on the desk, totally fucking naked and totally fucking gorgeous, and I let my eyes roam over her body for a few moments before I take her by the throat and kiss her again, stealing the breath out of her lungs.
My cock is rock hard and raring to go, but Ezra’s voice rises out of nowhere, “Before we… get going, let me have a taste.”
Another thing I’ve learned is that Ezra loves to be buried between Abby’s thighs. He loves eating pussy. As much as I’m ready to fuck her here and now, I also wouldn’t mind a dripping wet cunt, something he is all too happy to bring about.
“Sure,” I growl out the word as I release her throat and take a step back, letting Ezra get situated between her thighs. My cock can wait.
Ezra doesn’t hesitate. He drops to his knees, hoists her legs over his shoulders, and dives right in.
Abby inhales a sharp breath and brings a hand to the back of his head, digging her fingers into his hair as he begins his feast. Both Hawthorne and I only have eyes for her, and I know I’m not the only one sporting some wood.
Fuck. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, used to how amazing she feels, used to how she looks when she’s unraveling. I’m not, though, and I don’t think I’ll ever be used to it. Each time, it’s like I’m having her for the first time, discovering her anew. Just call me Magellan.
The man must have some fantastic skill with his tongue and mouth, because I swear he pushes her to the edge faster and faster each time, like he’s constantly trying to break his own record.
Abby moans and squeezes her thighs around his face, and he dutifully keeps feasting on her.
Her bare chest heaves, and she tosses her head back and shuts her eyes.
She is a beautiful sight. Nothing in the world could ever compare.
It’s crazy to me how empty our lives were, looking back.
Not that long ago we thought everything was fine, that we would continue on how we’ve always been.
The unknown was not something any of us in this house wanted, but that’s exactly what we got with Abby, and honestly we couldn’t have gotten more lucky.
Birds of a feather flock together and all that cliched shit. We are the same. We’re a family. The family that slays together stays together.
Abby’s muscles tighten as she arches her back even more. She comes with a loud, trembling cry, and she rides out her orgasm as she grinds her pussy against Ezra’s face. Her orgasm must be world-shattering, and it lasts longer than it has any right to—or maybe the man between her legs is that good.
I have to adjust myself over my pants as I wait. On the other side of the desk, Hawthorne only has eyes for Abby; it looks like he’s easily able to ignore the hardness pressing against his pants as he does so.
Ezra doesn’t get up and move out of the way, not yet.
No, he’s not satisfied until he makes Abby come another two times, and with each orgasm the woman on the desk trembles even more.
Her eyes are closed, and I’d bet anything she is lost in a sea of pleasure, riding the high that his mouth gives her.
“That’s enough,” I growl out, and Ezra finally pulls his mouth off her apex, licking his lips as he gets to his feet and stumbles out of the way.
“That sweet pussy is all mine now.” I unzip my pants as I get into position, and I don’t bother shedding my clothes; I only get out the most important part, the only piece of me I currently need.
The tip of my cock already oozes precum after watching her come so many times, and I take hold of myself with a fist and guide my tip along her slick folds, drawing a moan out of us both.
With her legs spread and her pussy dripping, she is more than ready to take me in.
Grunting, I push inside of her and fill her up.
And it’s like I’m home.
I lose myself to her and the feeling of her body around mine. She wraps her legs around my hips and I go at her like I’ve never gone at her before. If this desk isn’t broken or almost broken by the time we’re finished with her, then as far as I’m concerned, we didn’t have enough of a good time.
I lean down over her, and I manage to kiss her even though it’s not the best position for that.
Her lips taste sweet, but not nearly as sweet as it feels to thrust into her core over and over again.
I fuck her like I’ve never fucked her before, and her body takes everything I give it and then wordlessly begs me for more.
Tearing my mouth off hers, we both pant for a while, each of us letting out moans here and there. I stare down into her eyes as she gazes up into mine. We are locked on each other, and beneath her, the desk rocks along with my thrusts.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I ask in a gruff, rough voice. “You wanted to be fucked hard against this desk.” All she can do is nod and moan, cling to me, and I relish in the feeling.
It’s good to be needed, even greater to be desired like this.
This, right here? This is what life is about.
If I have to choose between the job and her, I’d choose her, no questions asked.
I guess that’s probably what the Benefactor wanted to avoid with their rules, but sometimes you can’t fight fate—so it’s a damn good thing Abby would never make me choose.
I fucking love this woman.
I give her everything I have, and by the time that familiar pressure builds within my lower half, I can’t fight it.
The pleasure explodes within me, and I lurch forward, thrusting deep as I empty myself straight into her tight, waiting pussy.
Shot after shot of cum, she takes everything I have, milking me until I have nothing left.
A hand is set on my arm, and I turn my head to see that Ezra has pulled out his dick and is waiting for his turn at her on the desk. Though the last thing I want to do is pull out of her, that’s exactly what I do.
It’s a team sport right now.
As I stumble away from her, leaving the warmth of those thighs and that addictive pussy, Ezra takes my place.
His jeans are undone, his cock out, and he doesn’t waste time, either.
He plunges into her before any of my cum can leak out, and his shoulders shudder in response.
Abby wraps her arms around his neck and pulls his top half down, and just like that they’re lost in their own world, a world I know very, very well.
He loves her, too. We all do. We discussed it. We’re going to tell her after this, once we show her the last surprise of the night.
A desk fucking? As amazing as Abby might think it is, we have one more thing up our sleeves.
I lumber for one of the chairs facing the desk, collapsing onto it.
I don’t take my eyes off the two at the desk, although from where I now sit, Ezra pretty much blocks all of Abby out.
I also don’t bother tucking myself away; my cock hasn’t lost an ounce of its hardness, and I doubt it will.
Hell, we might need to go for round two before we show her our other surprise.
The two at the desk are in total unison, Ezra grinding down upon her and Abby taking everything he gives. Their moans fill the air, grunts and groans mixing as the air thickens with sex and desire.
Never thought I’d think this, but it is kind of hot to share the woman you love with the men you’d die for. I thought the three of us couldn’t be closer than we were, but Abby came and proved me wrong.
I can’t sit there and watch for long without doing something, so I take a fist to my cock and stroke myself, my hand working in tandem with the two on the desk.
Off to the side, Hawthorne hasn’t moved a single muscle.
What impressive self-restraint he must have, to be able to watch them while his cock throbs between his legs and not have to rub one out.
Me? I clearly don’t have that kind of willpower.
My hand doesn’t feel half as good on my cock as her pussy did, but since I can’t bully my way back to her, I have to be patient and wait for round two to begin. I work on my cock, my skin warming anew as I imagine being the one burying myself deep into that tight cunt.
Ezra’s shoulders tense as he thrusts against her, and the sound that leaves him right then is telltale: he’s coming. And just like she did when it was me inside her, her pussy takes every shot of cum he gives her as they both moan out their pleasure.
Only after he’s finished riding that particular high does Hawthorne step toward them and say, “May I?” The man of rules doesn’t want to barge in too quickly; if I was him, if I’d waited this long to have her, I’d be going nuts.
With a nod, Ezra stumbles back, pulling out of her and lazily stuffing himself away as he goes to sit in the chair beside mine. He breathes hard, his cheeks flushed, and when he glances in my direction, all I do is smirk.
Hawthorne moves more methodically, more slowly than I ever could with a hard-on.
He runs his hands up Abby’s body, around her full, luscious tits, where he tweaks her nipples and makes her squirm, and then he grabs her by the hips and flips her around so that she’s bent over the edge of the desk instead of hanging off it.
“Ooh,” she purrs out the sound. “Taking charge, huh?”
As he undoes his belt and his pants, as he pulls out his hard cock, he leans over her and whispers, “I suppose I’ve learned a few things from Royal.” From watching me, he means, because we haven’t… I mean, obviously no swords have been crossing here. We’re close, but we’re not that close.
The view of her backside is soon blocked by Hawthorne, who steps behind her and pushes inside her.
She breathes out a moan, gripping the desk, and to my surprise he goes at her much harder than he’s ever gone at her before.
Hell, anytime I’ve been with them, Abby was the one telling him what to do, how to touch her, what pace to take.
This is the first time he’s been the one in charge.
Good for him.
For someone who’s watched two others have her first, he lasts a long time, much longer than I thought he would.
He goes at her practically as hard as I did, and the desk beneath them shakes with each thrust. If this room had a hard floor instead of carpet, I don’t doubt we’d hear the legs scrape against it every time.
Hawthorne gives it to her good, so good that my hand slows on my cock. It’s impressive, honestly. I didn’t know he had it in him. Mad respect.
Abby hums with approval, and even though she’s being fucked with vigor, she still manages to murmur, “You’re doing so well, Hawthorne. You should fuck me like this more often.”
Though I can’t see his face, I imagine the man, behind his pleasure-filled exterior, is full of satisfaction, knowing he’s giving it to her exactly how she wants it. You don’t make love on top of a desk. No, you fuck someone on a desk. It’s rough in every aspect.
He has his way with her, and he lasts a lot longer than I thought he would. By the time he comes inside her, he is completely out of breath and a little weak, and he pulls himself out of her and steps aside, leaning on the desk near her in order to catch his breath.
And giving me a nice, long view of that bubbly ass and the cum that’s starting to leak out of her core.
Mmm. A fucking spectacular sight.
I get up and go for her. My cock is ready to explode again. I pick her up and heave her over my shoulder, much like I did earlier when I brought her into the kitchen for cake. I don’t care that she might get cum on my shirt—it’ll be torn off momentarily. There’s only one thing on my mind.
Time for round two, and this time, we’ll be in a fucking bed.