Chapter 8
eight
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Once in the elevator, Chastity checked herself out in the mirror.
While she was doing this, I saw Pete catch a whiff of her scent, then inhale deep through his nose.
The sweet-smelling perfume she wore had the same alluring effect on me while we’d sat in the back of the car.
Chastity caught him doing this and flashed him a naughty smile.
“Smells good, right?” she suggested.
“So good,” he remarked in a trance-like state.
“Will this be a party for two or three?” she asked, her eyes flicking between mine and Pete’s.
I almost laughed at the pleading look in Pete’s eyes as he telepathically willed me to include him in whatever was about to take place behind closed doors.
“That’s a difficult one, what with me being Pete’s boss and all that stuff,” I muttered. Pete’s shoulders slumped and I realized he’d been holding his breath, waiting for my reply .
“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been present at one of your…” he stopped talking, his eyes flaring wide like he couldn’t believe he was arguing that point, in the hope of an invitation.
“But—I’ll leave that up to you,” I told Chastity. I’d had plenty of male-female-male encounters, but they had usually been with Davy. However, Pete was a good-looking guy and likely fucked like a bull, so who was I to deny the lovely Chastity a good time, if that’s what she wanted.
“Threesome it is then,” she decided.
Pete slumped against the elevator wall in relief then straightened himself up again. “Sure you don’t mind, boss?” he asked, checking for my approval.
“You know me. I always like to give the ladies what they want,” I muttered, biting back a grin.
Right then, the elevator pinged its arrival on our floor, and the doors opened.
Pete stepped out first, glanced left and right to make sure the coast was clear, then beckoned us both out into the corridor.
Striding three steps ahead, Pete had my suite door open by the time we reached it, and we all stepped inside.
“Nice digs,” Chastity mumbled as she wandered over to a small side table and picked a few grapes from a bowl.
Popping one in her mouth, she dropped her handbag on the couch and flung herself down.
Taking off my jacket, I sat on an upright, armless chair, facing her.
As her legs weren’t closed, I could see right up her dress and my eyes were drawn to her baby-pink lace panties.
Pete hung around, unsure of where to sit, or even if he should. I told him to sit down, and he sat next to Chastity on the couch, winced, then adjusted his junk in his pants before he appeared to try to relax.
“Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?”
“Sure, what’s your poison?”
“Whiskey, Vodka, Gin… surprise me,” she suggested. I looked to Pete.
“I’ll just have a beer,” he blurted.
“And I’ll have two fingers of whiskey, neat,” I said, reminding him who was the boss.
“Oh, right, sure, sorry,” he babbled as he pushed himself off the couch and went in search of the minibar.
For a long minute I stared at Chastity and neither of us spoke as sexual tension filled the air between us. “Get over here and sit on my lap,” I ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, sliding off the edge of the couch, onto her knees and crawled across the space on the floor between us.
Once she reached me, her hands slid up the front of my thighs while she stood, briefly brushed over my growing erection and climbed on, straddling me.
I let out a groan of frustration and she smiled.
“This is much more comfortable than that couch,” she admitted.
I scooped her long hair up into a ponytail, yanked it back, and I let my nose graze the silky skin on her slender neck as I inhaled her sweet scent again. “What the fuck is this perfume?”
“It’s Arabic, you won’t have heard of it,” she replied. “I bought it when I went on a trip to Dubai last year. I can’t pronounce the name either so…” she trailed off .
“It’s fucking addictive,” I muttered, my lungs expanding when I took in the smell of the perfume again.
“Glad you like it,” she mumbled. When she turned her head to the side, giving me greater access, I couldn’t prevent myself from biting her neck. “Oye, no marks, I have a live Only Fans appearance later.”
“What? No biting anywhere?” I mumbled around her neck as I began peppering small kisses around her fluttering pulse.
“No biting,” she breathed out, like she was disappointed with that fact herself while she squirmed over my cock.
“Drinks,” Pete muttered, placing them on the coffee table in front of us.
“Got all the drink I need right here, and I’m so fucking thirsty,” I muttered back.
“Chastity?” Pete mumbled, not taking the hint that we’d moved on from alcohol to a whole other vice without him.
“Later,” I snapped. I let go of her silky mane and watched it spill down her back and slid my hands under Chastity’s ass. “Hold on,” I warned. She draped her arms around my neck as I stood. Then I wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her with purpose through the lounge to the bed.
Pete followed and I glanced toward him, smiling. “Take your fucking coat off at least,” I instructed. Pete glanced down at himself and immediately did what I asked.
Slowly, I placed Chastity back on her feet, spun her around and swiftly unzipped her dress.
I didn’t miss the small hitch in her breath when I ran a finger down the length of her slender spine and roughly spun her back to face me.
My forefingers curled over the dress material at her shoulders, and I peeled it down over her chest.
“Perfect,” I praised when I set my greedy eyes on the most perfect, braless set of tits I’d ever seen in my life.
My gaze darted between her dark, rosebud nipples with little stiff peaks, then up to gauge her face.
Lust swirled in her eyes, so I dipped my mouth and took a taste.
A gasp left her lips the moment my tongue gently lapped at the stiff little buds, ensuring I gave both left and right my equal attention.
As I did this, Chastity reached for my belt and quickly began to undo it.
Straightening up, I placed my hand over hers, pulled it away and quickly undid it myself.
The moment I was done, she speedily undid my pants.
As I slid her dress over her hips and it pooled to her feet, I saw Pete glance toward his empty beer bottle looking perplexed, like he didn’t know he had drunk it already, then he placed it on the nightstand.
He too had undone his jeans, and I saw him push them down to his ankles and was busy stepping out of them the last that I saw.
Chastity glanced at him over her shoulder once she’d seen where I’d been looking, turned back and placed her hand over my tented cock in my boxers and chuckled. “Something tells me this is going to be a day to remember.”