Chapter 2 #3
A jolt of reckless heat sears through my veins. My body buzzes from the danger, and Adrian thrusts deeper into my mouth.
I let the thought dissolve into sensation. That’s a problem for the woman who drives home. Right now, I’m just holes being filled.
They rearrange me again. I’m so far gone I let them move me like a doll, positioning my limbs, angling my hips. A distant part of my brain tries to muster outrage at being objectified, but the rest of my brain is too busy noting that being objectified is the entire point and my pussy is dripping.
Three months ago, I was worried about whether the centerpieces at the Wellington Foundation Gala were the right shade of ivory. Now two men are passing me between them like a shared toy in a casino office, and the woman who cared about centerpieces is gone. This woman is better. Wetter, too.
Adrian sits in Tony’s chair and they position me on his lap, my back to his chest. I sink down onto his cock and moan at the thickness.
He fills me differently from this angle, hitting places that make my thighs shake.
The leather of Tony’s chair is cool against my spread knees, and there’s something obscene about riding a man’s cock in his boss’s office chair while said boss stands in front of me unbuckling his belt.
“Ride him.” Tony stands in front of me. “And don’t stop sucking.”
I take Tony in my mouth as I rock on Adrian’s cock. My thighs burn. My jaw aches. Every muscle from my calves to my neck is working, and I’m starting to wonder if this counts as a cardio workout because I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow.
Who am I kidding? I’m sore right now.
Adrian’s hands grip my hips, guiding my rhythm. Tony’s fingers are threaded through my hair, controlling the pace in my mouth. I’m caught between them, two men orchestrating my body like they’ve rehearsed this. Maybe they have. The thought makes me wetter.
If Robert could see this, his wife sandwiched between two men, riding one cock while sucking another, moaning like she’s being paid for it.
Would he be turned on? Jealous? Both? The answer is both and we both know it, and the fact that he’d be rock hard watching this makes me grind down on Adrian with a roll of my hips that earns a groan from somewhere deep in his chest.
“Fuuuuck.” Adrian’s composure finally cracks. His fingers dig into my hip bones and his hips buck up to meet me.
I ride harder, because hearing the controlled, calculating man who left me on a storage room floor losing his goddamn mind inside me is worth more than oxygen.
“Please,” I manage around Tony’s cock. The word is garbled but the meaning is clear. “Please let me come.”
Adrian’s hand slides around to my clit. His fingers brush circles, feather-light, barely touching.
I convulse. “Oh god. Oh god, please—“
“No.” His fingers pull away.
My scream vibrates around Tony’s cock. Tears prick my eyes. My whole body is a live wire, sparking at every point of contact.
Tony pulls out of my mouth. “How many times has he denied you tonight?”
I gasp for air. “I don’t— two? Three? I can’t—“
“And you haven’t come once.”
“No.” It comes out like a sob.
“Adrian.” Tony’s voice is different now, commanding, like he’s giving an order. “I think she’s earned it.”
A beat of silence. Then Adrian’s fingers return to my clit, pressing harder this time. Purposeful circles that set every nerve ending on fire.
“She hasn’t said what she is.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m so desperate the words pour out of me like water.
“I’m a slut. I’m a married slut who can’t get your cocks out of my head.
I’m a housewife who drives forty-two minutes to get fucked by two men who aren’t her husband because I’m so fucking hungry for it I can’t function.
” I’m panting and riding him harder. “I’m a whore who let you both fill her at the same time and loved every second. Is that enough? Can I please, PLEASE—“
“Come,” Adrian growls.
I don’t need to be told twice.
The orgasm rips through me so hard my vision sparkles along the edges.
I’m convulsing, screaming, my pussy clamping down on Adrian’s cock in rhythmic waves that seem to go on forever.
Every denied orgasm from tonight crashes through me at once, and the release is so intense I can’t breathe.
Spirals of bliss surge through my core and radiate outward until my fingers and toes tingle.
“Yesss.” I grind down on him, riding the waves, milking him.
Adrian groans beneath me. His hands seize my waist as his own rhythm turns frantic. He pulses inside me. Hot cum floods me, and the sensation sets off another wave of pleasure.
Before I’ve even finished coming, Tony pulls me off Adrian and onto the desk. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and drives into me while I’m still spasming. Adrian’s cum leaks out around Tony’s cock.
“My turn,” is all Tony says, and his rhythm is brutal, chasing his own orgasm. I’m so oversensitive that every thrust makes me cry out.
He reaches between us and presses his thumb against my clit. I convulse again, a secondary orgasm rolling through me that’s more aftershock than event, but my body doesn’t seem to know the difference.
Tony buries himself deep and groans as his cock pulses inside me. His cum mixes with Adrian’s. Warmth spreads through me, filling me.
I’m getting three men’s worth of cum tonight. Adrian’s, Tony’s, and later Robert’s.
The thought makes me squeeze around Tony’s softening cock. He hisses and pulls out.
I lie on the desk, staring at the ceiling, absolutely wrecked. My whole body vibrates with the aftershocks of what just happened.
Tony sits me up and hands me water. “Drink.”
My hands shake so badly I almost spill it.
The men talk in low tones by the door. Tony takes his phone and steps into the hallway. I hear his voice, clipped, authoritative, before the door closes.
I’m alone with Adrian.
He moves to stand in front of me. His expression is softer than I’ve ever seen it. He reaches out and brushes the hair from my face. His fingers are gentle.
For one second, his mask slips. I see him, real, unguarded, before the wall slams back into place.
“You should be careful.” The words are so quiet I almost miss them. “Coming here.”
“Careful of what?”
He looks at me for a long beat. His jaw works, like he’s biting back words.
“Nothing.” He steps away. “Forget I said anything.”
I won’t forget. I can’t.
“Your debt is cleared.” He helps me sit up. My legs don’t cooperate. “But Shannon?”
I look at him.
“Don’t stay away too long.”
Adrian’s ice is hiding whatever just flickered across his face, and it makes my chest tighten. I’m not sure if this is fear or excitement.
He helps me dress, and I float out of the office on legs that barely function.
I sit in the car for a few minutes, trying to remember how to be human again. My dress is back in place. My hair is a mess. I look thoroughly fucked, which, to be fair, I am.
SHANNON: On my way home. I need you.
ROBERT: How many times did you come?
SHANNON: Once. They denied me until the very end.
ROBERT: Fuck. I’m going to make you come so many times you forget their names.
I notice the black SUV two cars back as I pull out of the casino parking lot. It’s probably nothing. Probably just someone heading in the same direction.
But I tuck that detail into the back of my brain. There’s a lot I’m learning to ignore these days.