28. Brendan
CHAPTER 28
Brendan
I ’m so fucking jealous of Kingsley’s view right now.
Seriously, I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to put Marls on my lap while he got to do all the good stuff to her.
Except I do know.
I wanted to show off.
To come over here and taunt him, show him how stunning my new fuck toy is, rub his nose in it and then waltz off with her afterwards.
I don’t know why I’m like this, but I’ve been like this since I was a kid.
When you’re used to being the disappointment, to being outdone by your siblings, you become overly fixated on finding gimmicks, external trophies, that will allow you to shine.
To dazzle.
I’m a modern-day Bishop George Berkeley, except the Brendan Sullivan school of philosophy goes like this:
If I bag myself the hottest EA of all time and I get to fuck her, does it count unless at least one of my disgustingly competitive friends gets to see exactly what’s so great about her?
Other examples of this great philosophical question include everything from my cars and boats to my golf swing and my mogul skiing.
It’s an endless, shameless quest for validation.
Praise. Envy. It’s one-upmanship, and I’m not proud of it, but I still fucking love it, and it’s that knowledge that stops me from going nuclear because my beautiful assistant is writhing on my lap, coming all over Ethan fucking Kingsley’s fingers.
Even if I feel like a little boy who agreed to share his toy and regrets it instantly.
I want to stomp my feet.
He’s playing with my toy and I want it back.
Her back, I mean.
But, in about an hour, I’ll get to walk out of here with her, and he’ll be left to speculate what it is about his undesirable personality that has his being deserted by wives and EAs and PAs, left, right and centre.
So yeah. I’m showing off.
I’m using Marlowe as a flex while also spinning out that it’s not my fingers inside her and also loving the fact that I’m privy to this moment between two other people, that it’s my dick she’s grinding against and my legs she’s straddling and my nose in her hair as I fondle her nipple for dear life.
It’s my own private 3D porno, and all this FOMO, this jealousy, this frustration, will be worth it in a second when she’s sucking Kingsley off and I’m pushing deep inside her.
This orgasm is a strong one; I know her well enough now to be able to tell.
I can’t imagine Kingsley is that fucking good with his hands, so it must have been this scenario that’s done it for her.
All of which bodes well for our future working relationship, because I have so many plans for this woman.
I kiss her hair, her neck, as she comes down, firstly because Kingsley wouldn’t recognise aftercare if it punched him in the face, and secondly because I am very proud and very turned on right now.
‘That was amazing,’ I tell her, smoothing my hands down her arms. ‘Such a good girl. You’re going to be so ready for my cock.
’
Kingsley gets to his feet and sucks his fingers into his mouth.
‘Sullivan was right. You’re a delicious little thing.
Let’s see you return the favour.
’
He saunters back to the sofa across from us and eases himself down gingerly.
His boner looks as painful as mine.
He resumes his previous position with arms laid out across the back of the sofa, and I put my hands around Marlowe’s waist and lift her off my lap.
‘He’s right. You’re very lucky that we gave you such a nice orgasm.
It’s time for you to suck his cock like a very grateful girl, and if you do a good job, I’ll reward you with my cock.
’
She turns to me, her blonde ponytail cascading over her shoulders.
Her face is uncertain, but she has that gorgeous post-orgasmic flush on her cheeks and neck.
She’s so fucking gorgeous like this in her black lace with her tits and cunt on full display, and the sick beast in me revels in how unsure she seems. How off-kilter.
‘Remember I said that we’d call the shots so you didn’t have to?
All you have to do is free your mind and do as we tell you.
’ I pause. ‘Unless you want to say your safe word.’
That snaps her out of her trance.
‘No. I’m good.’
‘Okay then.’ I rise and turn her around to face Ethan.
‘Show me how nicely you can take him out, and then you can show him what a lucky fucker I am to have this mouth whenever I want it.’ The key with Marlowe is to keep her on that knife edge of praise and something darker.
What she responds to, I’ve found, is that very particular combination of praise and filth and dominance.
I lean in to whisper in her ear.
‘Don’t you want him to know why I pay you and no one else to get on your knees and use that sweet little mouth?
Men would do a lot of very bad things for that mouth of yours, love.
So get down there and let him slide his cock past your lips and see for himself.
He’s ready to blow, I know it.
He needs to use you for a few minutes like the lovely little fuck doll you are.
’
I’m getting more and more turned on with each word.
They seem to do the trick for Marlowe too, because she gets slowly to her knees between Ethan’s legs and, with a shy glance up at me to check she’s doing it right, reaches for his fly.
He lets out a grunt of what sounds like agonised pleasure and shifts his arse forward so he’s reclining further, giving her more access.
I’d like to say for the record that I have no interest in dick whatsoever.
None of this is an effort to see Kingsley get his cock out.
Christ, no. But, like I said, I do get off on watching something as taboo as people fucking up close, and I particularly enjoy being able to watch a man take Marlowe for a ride.
He’s felt her cunt; he’s felt how tight she is and is presumably all too aware of how snugly she’ll fit around a dick; he’s seen how sexy she is when she abandons her self-consciousness enough to come; and now he gets to feel her mouth on him and know, even while he’s drowning in the sensation, that it’s a one-off.
And when I bury myself balls-deep in her, he’ll feel every single thrust as the back of her throat hits his dick.
He owes me a very nice bottle of whisky for this.
Marlowe makes quick work of his belt buckle and zip before pulling down his boxer briefs.
I’m intensely annoyed that he doesn’t have the pencil pecker I was hoping for and instead looks not much smaller than me.
‘Don’t come in her mouth,’ I order him.
‘I plan on coming on her tits,’ he tells me with a churlish glance up at me.
He interlaces his hands behind his head.
‘Go on. Suck it. Show me what all the fuss is about.’
And, like the champ she is, Marlowe lowers her beautiful mouth to his dick.