Chapter 2 #2
“Turn around. Face the window.”
Seattle sprawls below us. Thousands of lit windows, and behind any one of them, someone with binoculars could look up at Tony’s office and see a naked woman pressed against the glass.
The thought should terrify me. My pussy has other ideas. She practically presses herself forward like she’s posing for the city.
Adrian walks me forward until my breasts press against the cold glass. I gasp as my nipples scrape against the smooth surface. My breath fogs the window in quick bursts.
“Hands on the glass. Don’t move them.”
I flatten my palms and spread my fingers wide. He nudges my feet apart until I’m completely open. I’m on display for the city and I don’t care. Let every person in every high-rise watch Shannon Matthews get fucked by a man who isn’t her husband.
Robert would love this view. He’d sit in one of those buildings across the street with binoculars and a hard cock and watch Adrian take me apart against the glass.
The thought sends a pulse of heat through my belly that has nothing to do with the man behind me and everything to do with the man at home.
God. Who even am I anymore?
Someone who’s dripping down her inner thighs, apparently.
I hear his zipper and my whole body tenses in anticipation. When his cock slides between my thighs, just gliding through my wetness without entering, I almost cry from the tease.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me. I’ve been thinking about your cock for ten days. I’ve touched myself imagining this. I’m so wet I’m dripping and you’re RIGHT THERE, so please—“
He drives into me in one brutal thrust.
“FUCK!” He pins me to the window. He’s so thick the stretch borders on pain, but it’s the good kind, the kind that makes my brain go fuzzy.
He sets a punishing rhythm, each stroke shoving me harder into the glass. I’m squealing and I don’t care. Shannon Matthews is getting railed against a window and she’s loving it.
“This pussy.” He grips my hip hard enough to leave marks. “Tight and wet and desperate.”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes.”
Tony’s watching from his chair. His gaze burns into my back.
Two men in this room, and I’m the center of both their worlds.
When did I become this woman? Somewhere between Tony’s desk and Adrian’s storage room floor, the bored trophy wife disappeared and left behind someone who begs strangers to fuck her harder.
She’s my favorite version of me.
The pleasure builds, coiling low in my belly. Adrian tilts his hips, hitting a spot that sends sparks ricocheting through my core. Every stroke of his cock practically makes my eyes roll back.
“Can I come?” The words tumble out. “Please, Adrian. I need—“
He pulls out.
I make a sound that isn’t quite human. My pussy clenches around nothing, and the denied orgasm pulses through me like an ache.
“No,” I whimper. “No no no—“
“Funny.” His breath is warm against my ear. “That sounds familiar.”
The bastard. He’s doing exactly what he did in the storage room.
I hear movement behind me and risk a glance over my shoulder. Adrian nods to Tony, and Tony rises from his chair, already working his belt. They’re going to switch. They’re going to pass me between them like a toy.
My pussy flat-out sings at the thought. Yep, I’m officially a slut.
My phone. Shit. Robert.
“Wait,” I gasp. “I need— my phone—“
Adrian raises an eyebrow. Tony pauses.
“My husband. He wanted me to text him. During.”
For a second, there’s silence. Then Tony laughs. “Get her the phone.”
Adrian retrieves my clutch and hands it to me. I’m trembling so hard I can barely hold it. My fingers are slick as I pull out my phone. Tony steps behind me, his hands on my hips, his hard cock pressing against my ass.
“Tell him what’s happening to you.” Tony’s mouth is at my neck. “Tell him what a good little slut you’ve been.”
I type with shaking fingers while Tony’s cock nudges against my entrance. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming, and autocorrect is fighting a losing battle against my trembling thumbs.
SHANNON: Both of them. Adrian just fucked me against the window. He didn’t let me come. They’re switching.
Robert’s response comes in seconds.
ROBERT: Fuck. How close were you?
SHANNON: So close I almost cried. He pulled out right at the edge.
ROBERT: Good. Don’t come until they give you permission.
Oh god. My own husband telling me to stay denied. My pussy throbs in protest.
Tony reads the texts over my shoulder and chuckles. “Your husband is a smart man.” He takes the phone from my hand and sets it on the desk where I can reach it. “Hands on the desk. It’s my turn to fuck this hole.”
I bend over his desk, pressing my cheek to the polished wood. The position seems like Tony’s favorite. And the shiver of pleasure tells me it might be mine too.
He pushes inside me from behind, and I moan at the different fullness. Tony isn’t as thick as Adrian, but he knows my body now. He angles his hips and hits that spot on the first thrust.
“Ohhhhh god…”
The pleasure builds fast with Tony. Too fast. He knows exactly how to angle, and every thrust grinds against that spot that makes my brain short-circuit. I’m climbing, my pussy clenching around him as the orgasm coils tighter—
“Stop.” Adrian’s voice, commanding.
Tony freezes inside me. I almost scream.
“She was about to come.” Adrian steps closer, and I can hear the dark satisfaction in his voice. “Weren’t you, Shannon?”
“Yes,” I whimper against the desk. “Please, I was so close—“
“I know. That’s why I stopped him.” He trails a finger down my spine while Tony holds perfectly still inside me, and the contrast between being so full and so denied makes my eyes water. “You come when we say. Not before.”
Tony chuckles behind me. “You heard the man.”
They wait. My orgasm retreats like a tide going out, and I want to sob. Adrian watches me with those cold eyes until my breathing slows, until the desperate edge fades into a dull, throbbing ache.
“Continue,” Adrian says.
Tony starts moving again, slower this time, and I moan because every nerve ending is raw and oversensitive. I grab the phone. My hand is barely functional.
SHANNON: Tony is fucking me over his desk. Adrian is watching. Adrian just stopped Tony from letting me come. I’m going to lose my mind.
ROBERT: Are you allowed to come?
SHANNON: I don’t know. Adrian is running everything. He controls Tony too.
ROBERT: That’s so fucking hot. I’m so hard right now imagining you bent over that desk.
Tony fucks me in long, slow strokes that drag along every nerve ending. It’s different from Adrian’s punishing pace. Tony savors. Each pull-out makes me feel empty, and each push-in fills me with a moan.
“He’s going to fuck your mouth while I fuck your pussy.” Tony’s voice leaves no room for debate. “Can you handle that?”
“Yes.” I’d agree to anything right now. My pussy is a greedy, desperate mess and my brain checked out somewhere around the second denied orgasm, and whatever’s left of my rational mind is being overruled by a body that wants to be filled from every direction at once.
Two men. Two cocks. My pussy is ready to write a thank-you note.
Adrian moves next to me. He’s still fully hard.
The man didn’t come during the window scene, and he’s been standing there watching Tony fuck me with the patience of a man who’s in no hurry.
Tony grabs my forearms, pulling them behind my back and using them to swivel me and arch my body upward until Adrian’s cock is right at my lips.
“Open.” Adrian’s command is flat and simple.
I open my mouth, and he feeds his cock past my lips.
I taste myself on him, salty, slick, and the filthiness of it makes the room spin.
Not the taste. The situation. I’ve got two men stuffing me from both ends in a casino office on the top floor of a building that overlooks downtown Seattle.
Mrs. Robert Matthews is getting spit-roasted by men who think she can’t afford to pay her gambling debts.
If anyone from the Wellington Foundation could see me now. Catherine Wellington would choke on her Chardonnay, and Shannon Matthews, chair of the annual gala committee, would be too busy moaning around a cock to care.
They find a rhythm. Adrian pushes in as Tony pulls out. It’s a constant, overwhelming fullness that leaves no space for rational thought. Adrian’s cock slides deeper into my throat than I expect, and I relax into it, letting him use my mouth like it’s just a hole for his pleasure.
Because it is. That’s what I am right now. A married woman with a cock in her mouth and another in her pussy, and my body has never been more alive.
Here’s the thing nobody tells you about being fucked from both ends: your brain has to choose which cock to focus on, and mine keeps switching.
Tony hits a spot that makes stars bloom behind my eyes and I lose track of Adrian’s rhythm, then Adrian thrusts deep enough to make me gag and suddenly Tony’s cock is background music.
It’s like trying to listen to two songs at once.
My pussy is handling the logistics better than my brain is, clenching and gripping Tony with a rhythm I definitely didn’t authorize.
I wonder what Robert would see if he were here right now.
Would he watch my face? Would he focus on where Tony’s cock disappears inside me, or on the way my lips stretch around Adrian?
Would he be stroking himself in the corner, or saving it for after?
The thought of Robert watching sends a pulse of heat straight through my core, and I clench so hard around Tony that he groans.
Tony’s phone buzzes on the desk. I glance up at Adrian and his eyes are over my head. Adrian shakes his head once: don’t.
Tony silences the phone and returns his focus to me. But the moment lingers. A reminder that I don’t know these men. Not really. I know what their cocks feel like inside me, but I don’t know what they do when I’m not here.