Chapter Two
Katia
The apartment was nice. Nicer than I expected anyway.
When I’d taken the job at the office, the pay wasn’t that great, but if Caleb had been there for years, there was a chance he’d been making a decent amount more.
He hadn’t mentioned what his husband did for work, but I didn’t care.
There was something about Caleb Marshal that called to me the second I’d laid eyes on him.
It didn’t even faze me that he was married to a man.
Caleb fidgeted in the doorway as I walked around the living room, inspecting the furniture. “Dom should be home soon. You’re welcome to make yourself at home.”
I didn’t miss the way he had to work extra hard to swallow.
He’d said he'd previously gifted a woman to his husband, but he said nothing outside of him being a bystander. Did he watch? Or was he not involved at all? My body tingled at the thought of finding myself between two men, even if one of them didn’t know he wanted it.
I was pretty good at getting my way, and if I was reading Caleb correctly, I was well on my way to getting it.
“And how do you propose I make myself at home?” I asked as I kicked off my pumps before plopping backward onto the couch, crossing one stocking-clad leg over the other.
Caleb unbuttoned the top button of his shirt as he walked deeper into the room.
He looked nervous as I slid lower in my seat, causing my skirt to rise to show off the lacy edge of my stockings, attached with a bow to a garter.
Maybe it was all a little much to wear to work, but I liked to feel sexy, even when no one saw it but me.
When he rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat, I knew I had him.
It didn’t matter that he wasn’t typically interested.
If I was here to play with his husband, I wanted to play with him as well.
Caleb was attractive, tall, and chiseled.
Just how I liked my men. His light brown hair was swept to the side, but long enough that it still had a slightly disheveled look that made him look slightly unkempt and sexy.
The more he moved around the room, the more I picked up on his discomfort with me.
I only wanted to push things further, to see if I could make him snap and initiate things.
If this were going to happen, it still needed to be mostly on his terms. While I could be sort of a slut at times—something no one should be ashamed of—I never forced someone into anything.
I just liked sex. Feeling good wasn’t a crime.
Anyone who made people feel less than for loving it was the real problem.
Maybe it was wrong to mess with one of my new co-workers, but he’d been the one to proposition me, after all.
When Caleb still didn’t spring into action, I unbuttoned the first button of my blouse. I’d been blessed with an ample chest, and my cleavage spilled forward for his viewing pleasure. His eyes snapped in my direction before he looked up to the ceiling and muttered something to himself.
He’d said to make myself at home, and I knew I was pushing limits, maybe going a little too far, but I wanted to see the moment this man gave in. From what I could see, there were at least two bedrooms in the place, plus a bathroom. He had an escape. Caleb was making the choice to stay.
My fingers continued to work open the buttons on my blouse, my eyes trailing the man who stalked the room as I kept going.
I didn’t stop until my shirt was completely open and I had to pull it from my skirt to remove it.
It didn’t matter that it left me in nothing but my bra and skirt, my shirt hanging on my shoulders, in front of the man who brought me here as a gift for someone else. I wanted him to see me.
And see me he did.
I could feel his fiery gaze from across the room while pretending that I didn’t.
My fingers trailed down my chest, ghosting over my breasts and my silky white bra.
My nipples pebbled at the contact, causing him to gasp.
I had his attention. There was no way to miss the way he was burning holes into my body.
“Katia?”
The soft question of my name had me looking in his direction and, Lord, did the man look a mess. His hair was even messier, like he’d run his fingers through it to keep from doing what he really wanted to do. He wanted to come after me. I knew it.
Give in, Caleb Marshal.
I bit my bottom lip, squeezing my breasts and rolling them with my hands. Little zaps of pleasure shot straight to my core as I tossed my head back, riding out the waves of pleasure I was giving myself.
“Caleb?” I panted his name. It sounded more like a whimper and a whine than anything else.
That seemed to do the trick. Whatever hesitancy he had before now was long gone.
He was next to me on the couch in a matter of seconds.
The feel of his body heat radiating into me had my body thrumming with desire.
My next mission was to get him to touch me, to map my overheated skin with his fingers and mark me.
I didn’t have to wait long as his shaking hand touched my thigh. My legs uncrossed on their own, spreading wide and allowing him access to anything that he wanted to touch.
Caleb didn’t hesitate, sliding his fingers along my legs, inching higher and higher as his head landed on my shoulder.
This should have been awkward, but the feel of his breath puffing against my neck only intensified things.
I loved having this sort of power over a man.
Especially one that had never experienced it with a woman before.
This whole encounter held a lot of appeal for so many reasons.
“What are you doing to me?” His question sounded pained as his hand slipped higher, feeling the edge of my panties. He was so close to where I wanted him. It wouldn’t take much more.
Calloused fingertips slid along the edge of my pussy, which was soaking through the lace covering it. Only a few more centimeters and he’d feel it. He’d know that I wanted him and needed relief from the desire coursing through my body.
“Nothing you don’t want me to do. Come on, Caleb. I’m not forcing you to do anything, just do what feels natural.”
He groaned as his fingers finally hit home, the wetness of my underwear letting him know just how aroused I was. He rubbed at the front of my panties, sending little jolts of pleasure through me, I slammed my eyes closed to enjoy the feel of him touching me in such an intimate way.
Caleb’s thumb rolled over my clit again and again. For a man who swore he was gay, he sure knew what he was doing with a woman’s body.
And then the front door opened. In a normal situation, the person I was with would have jumped away from me, but I knew what I was here for. The difference being that I’d been intended for Caleb’s husband, and here I was being taken apart by Caleb himself.
I opened my eyes through my lustful haze to meet those of a burning deep brown gaze in the doorway. The warm brown color of his skin was tinged with the faintest hint of pink as he watched me with his husband. No doubt this was an unfamiliar sight if what Caleb told me was true.
If this was Dom, he was gorgeous. He stood in a light gray suit, pressed to the nines, with a pink tie that hung from his neck.
His black hair was buzzed short, and he had no facial hair.
He looked a lot younger than his husband.
He closed the door behind him, leaning against it as Caleb slipped his thumb beneath the band of my panties, his finger meeting the moist heat of my cunt.
Caleb’s breath was warm and wet against my neck. He hadn’t noticed that his husband had entered the picture, and I wasn’t about to break the spell with how amazing it felt to have his hands on me.
It didn’t seem to matter because the man at the door loosened his tie, pulling it from his neck as he crossed the room to where I was spread out.
The second his jacket hit the floor, Caleb looked up to see him.
He didn’t stop what he was doing to me, though, with an unspoken agreement seeming to pass between them as Dom sank to his knees in front of me.
Dom lifted my leg, setting it on his broad shoulder as he kissed the inside of my thigh.
Caleb’s hand left my underwear, but I didn’t feel neglected for long as Dom kissed higher, his face pressing between my thighs, pushing my skirt up around my hips until he could mouth over the covered wetness of my pussy.
My back arched off the couch as Caleb kissed my neck, his hand now finding its way to my breast instead, rolling the mound. The sensation of the attention of both men was almost too much, but I craved it. Desired it. Thrived on it.
A deep hum vibrated through my cunt. It would only be better if the material of my underwear wasn’t in the way, but this slow torture was divine.
My panties were soaked as Dom licked and sucked at the material. I wanted him closer, to feel his tongue against my skin as he devoured me.
Finally, a finger hooked into the waistband and pulled the lacy material down until it got caught where the garter attached to my stockings.
He made quick work of the snaps, yanking the offending garment off my legs, and the show of force had my blood heating to ungodly levels.
My body was on fire, and only these men and their touch could put it out.
Dom found his way between my legs again, and when his tongue made contact with my swollen clit, I cried out with relief.
Relief to have the contact I so badly desired and because the man was damn good.
He knew exactly what to do. As his tongue continued to dip and swirl through my pussy, gathering the taste of my arousal, I soaked up the feeling of it.
I always loved it when a man went down on me.
It was such a simple thing, but also so damn filthy.
Something about devouring the evidence of my desire got me going.
As if not to be forgotten, Caleb slipped his hand into the cup of my bra.
His fingers played with the puckered peak of my nipple as he continued to suck and kiss at my neck.
It was like he was afraid to actually kiss me.
Like if he did, it would change something about his very identity.
But it was okay to experiment and enjoy something different every once in a while. It didn’t have to define you.