Chapter 8 Greer #2
My slippered feet land on the bottom floor, the wood color a warm honey. Most of the lights are off save the front area by where I checked in, but nobody’s stirring. The air is warm, yet I find my nipples taut and hard beneath the fabric of my pajamas.
I cross my arms over my chest and look around. I think about turning right, wondering if the kitchen is that way, when a noise stops me. My breath catches, and I stand on my tippy-toes, craning toward the noise, as if that will help improve my hearing.
“Beg him for it.”
My mouth drops open, and my nipples tighten to the point they’ve formed painful peaks.
I shift on my feet, my shirt dragging across the aroused skin almost painfully.
I stare at the front of the lobby, toward where the male voice came from, and for a brief moment, I think I imagined it.
Then I hear what sounds like a smack followed by a moan.
I bite my lower lip and take a light step toward the sounds, even if my brain says I should go back to my room.
Another moan resounds, this time louder.
There’s a door slightly ajar behind the desk with a gold plate attached to the front that reads, “Employees Only.” Through the open space, I can see it’s darker inside the room, but a small light glows, probably a desk lamp or something.
“I haven’t heard him beg yet, Remi. Have you?” a silken voice asks, the same voice that told someone to beg.
A deep rumbling laughter fills the thick air around me. “That’s because his mouth is full of my fat cock.”
My heart pounds in my chest at the growly British accent, one I’ve heard before. The one who was just called Remi. I didn’t think I’d recognize someone from a voice alone, but there’s no doubt in my mind that’s the man from the restaurant and the photo.
“True. Let him up for air, would you?”
A sharp intake of breath has my feet moving of their own volition closer to the door. My brain starts to put things together, and I’m positive I know who I’ll see in that room: all three men from the photo.
“Please,” a throaty voice begs. “Please, fuck me.”
The pleading, honeyed tone does remind me of Kai.
I hold my breath and flatten myself against the wall, peering through the thin gap by the door’s hinge.
The single source of yellow light makes it hard to see, but even without every detail, it’s clear what’s happening inside by the sounds and shadows.
There’s another loud smack, followed by a moan and the sound of clothes rustling.
“Be a good boy, and sit on Daddy’s cock,” Remi says.
There’s a long whine before another smack echoes, the sharp sound going straight to my clit.
Daddy? I didn’t think that would be a turn on, but given how my center pulses, I feel otherwise.
God, I know I shouldn’t be looking, but I can’t move.
It’s as if something is telling me to stay instead of leave.
I press myself closer, being careful not to touch the actual door so it doesn’t swing open.
More becomes visible to my wide eyes, and I absorb exactly what I’m seeing.
A large man, whose face is shadowed, sits on a small couch.
His pants are open, and his hand jacks his impressive cock.
While I can’t see his face, I’m assuming it’s Remi given how muscular and large he is.
There’s another man on the ground in front of him on all fours, naked in the glowing lamplight.
It’s Kai. I knew he was in the room by the sounds and tone of his voice, and I see his long hair before I trail my gaze over the rest of him.
His body is strong but leaner than Remi’s.
His back is toned, his muscular ass covered in red handprints.
He crawls forward and climbs into Remi’s lap.
The third man steps from the shadows behind Kai and grabs his bicep—the silver fade on the side of his head gives him away as the brooding man from the bar.
My pulse quickens, and his tall form shields Kai’s naked body for a time as he helps him sit on Remi’s waiting lap—or should I say cock.
I can’t fully see their reactions when they join, but I can hear groans of pleasure as Kai seats himself.
“That’s it,” the man standing croons. “Let me see that sexy ass swallow Daddy’s cock.”
“Fuck, love,” Remi grunts, the sound he makes so visceral I feel it in my bones. “You’re so bloody tight.”
The endearment is so sweet coming from him, and my chest aches. My ex never called me any pet names or sweet things. Nobody ever has that I can remember. I swallow hard and push that from my mind, my gaze remaining on the scene before me.
“Lie on his chest. Remi, spread him for me.” The tall man ends his command by stepping away, the muscles of his back straining in his shirt as he undoes his belt buckle. The metal jingling mixed with the pleasured sounds of the two men fucking slowly on the couch is almost too much to handle.
I silently shift on my feet, feeling how wet my underwear are from watching.
I really should go, but I still can’t move.
With the man standing a bit away, I see where the two men are joined together on the couch.
Remi thrusts up into Kai’s ass, his hands spreading his cheeks apart.
Kai whimpers, and my gaze travels up, stopping when I take in the full view of his back.
Massive black-and-gray wings are inked over the muscles of his shoulders, spanning the entire length. The detailed feathers seem to contract and release as he absorbs every thrust Remi gives him.
The man from the bar steps back in my view.
He’s still wearing his shirt, and his slacks are on, but his dick is out and erect, straining and proud through the hole of his briefs.
He bends over to spit saliva between Kai’s crease.
He hums in satisfaction as he slides his finger through it, tracing over his hole that’s filled by Remi’s thick cock.
“Are you going to play all night, Sam, or fuck our cheeky boy with me?”
The man with the name Sam chuckles darkly. He snaps his fingers, and Kai, sandwiched between them, groans. I don’t know why he snapped his fingers or what happened, but before I can question it further, he brackets his legs over Remi’s and lines up his long cock with Kai’s already stretched hole.
“Sam,” Kai pleads sweetly. “Please, baby. Please.”
“Love it when you ask so nicely,” he purrs, doing something with his hand between them that I can’t see. “Did Daddy stretch you nice and good for me?”
“Yes! Fuck, Sam, please!”
He chuckles, and within a second, he’s thrusting forward. There’s a pause of silence before pleasure ranging from groans and whimpers echo off the walls of the small space, sending more heat into my stomach.
“Fist his cock,” Sam demands. “Make him lose his mind.”
I squeeze my thighs together, putting pressure on my pulsing clit. Without thinking, I rest one of my hands on the door. It moves slightly, and I gasp. I slam my eyes shut and stop breathing.
For a moment, I don’t think they’ve heard me, the moans of their gratification still loud and strong. But when I open my eyes, I’m met with familiar pools of brown with blown-out pupils.
Kai’s head drops back on Sam’s shoulder. His long hair is tousled, and his cheeks are pink, his body shifting with each thrust of the cocks buried inside him. I’m too shocked to look away, even when his mouth curves up into a smile that I know is for me. My lips part, but what could I say or do?
Then he winks.
The action snaps me out of my trance, and I cover my mouth. I’ve been caught. Oh my god, he saw me. Did the others see me? I was too afraid to look. Shit!
I step back, my feet heavy as if they’re stuck in mud, but I manage to turn away from the door. As quietly as possible, I run back to the stairs. Kai doesn’t chase after me, not that he could. He’s a little busy at the moment.
My entire body is hot, and I think I have sweat forming on my upper lip. Gross.
I take the steps two at a time, running past the picture I stopped to look at earlier. The one of the men I just watched fuck.
“Oh my god,” I chant under my breath. “Oh my god!”
When I reach my room, I fumble with my room key, stabbing it into the lock. Once I practically trip into my room and lock the door behind me, I nose-dive on the bed and swear into the pillow. What the hell was I thinking?
I flop onto my back and glare up at the ceiling. My body is buzzing, and my chest is heaving. The motion of my boobs rising and falling only makes my still-hard nipples harder as they brush against the fabric.
The images of the three men together are burned into my retinas, and every nerve in my body feels as if it’s on fire. The hunger in my stomach is renewed but with a need for something that has nothing to do with food.
Not thinking clearly, I slip my hand beneath the waistband of my pants and into my underwear. The fabric is soaked through, and my cheeks flame with further embarrassment.
I should stop. I should go take a cold shower and pretend like that never happened.
Better yet, I should get in my car and leave, let the storm take me.
But I let my fingers slip over my swollen clit.
My back arches, and I know it won’t take me long to come.
My body is so keyed up, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“Fuck.” I exhale. I move my fingers faster, the image of the men turning to one where I’m in the mix—where I’m on Remi’s lap, and Kai’s behind me with Sam behind him.
I circle my fingers once more, and I come harder than I ever have in my life. White explodes behind my eyes, and my entire body nearly comes off the bed. I cry out, not caring if anyone hears me.
Time floats, as if I’m suspended in this moment for minutes instead of seconds, and I come again as my fingers ease me through my release. When it finally ends, I flop back onto the soft comforter, my inner walls pulsing and muscles trembling.
My eyelids grow heavy, weighted down until I can’t keep them open any longer. As the last of the adrenaline drains from my body, my breath evens out, and sleep pulls me under.
My final thought is that the gnawing hunger in my stomach has been replaced by a different kind of need, one no food could satiate.