Chapter 3
Anton
‘Iwant to make you come,’ she manages, her big hazel eyes fluttering shut as I roll and tweak her nipples.
‘I didn’t ask what you want. I asked what you need.’
I’m vaguely aware that this is escalating into something far more time-consuming than a quick, perfunctory blowjob, but I’ll happily eschew efficiency in favour of pleasure.
‘I need you to let me come,’ she moans. She goes to lower herself onto my cock, but Max’s hands are back under her arms, holding her up on her knees.
‘You, plural?’ I ask, knowing full well what the answer will be. I release her nipples and place my hands on her bare thighs.
She hesitates. ‘Yes,’ she admits, and I fucking love that. I love that she’s still a little shy about voicing her needs, that being here at the mercy of the two of us has her feeling a little bashful. A little vulnerable.
As well it should.
I love that shame and desire are roiling through that soft belly of hers right now, because it’ll make it all the sweeter when we eventually let her come.
‘Course you do,’ I croon. ‘Max, take her tits. Athena, sweetheart, you spread those little legs for us, alright? We need to get you ready to take our cocks.’
Her moan is answer enough, but her fevered, whispered please is the sweetest gift, because there is nothing I love more than hearing women beg.
Max threads his arms further forward so he can hold her up by his forearms while palming and cupping and playing with her tits through the lace.
The sight of him massaging them, squishing them together, rolling his fingers over those pretty nipples, is magnificent, and I know he’s putting on a show for me as much as he’s getting her wound up.
Precum leaks from my angry, neglected crown as I trail my fingertips up her thigh and slide them under the scrap of lace.
Max was right. She is fucking soaking, and so warm.
‘Jesus Christ,’ I grit out. I shove the lace to one side and let my fingers explore her slickness. I circle her clit and she moans. I ram three fingers inside her tight, wet cunt and she cries out before pushing down on them.
‘Good girl,’ I tell her. ‘So good. All your holes are for us, understand?’
‘God, yes,’ she cries.
‘Max,’ I say.
He doesn’t need me to expound. We’ve played with enough women together in the past. He releases one of her full breasts and spits on his finger. I know the second he breaches that tight little hole of hers because she gasps, and her internal muscles clamp harder around my fingers.
‘One,’ I say, sliding out. I know Max is doing the same, because this is a well-trodden path for us. We both push back in at the same time that I reward her swollen clit with a firm rub from my thumb, and she bucks, sagging against his remaining arm.
‘Hold yourself up like a good girl, darling,’ I warn her, ‘ or we stop. Got it?’
‘Sorry, sir,’ she gasps.
‘Two.’ We withdraw and thrust in again, finger-fucking both her holes in tandem as I fondle her clit and Max pinches her nipple.
She really is a lucky, lucky girl.
‘Oh, God,’ she says. Her thighs are shaking with the effort of holding herself up and holding her orgasm off.
‘Fuck my dick with your fist,’ I growl, and she immediately takes me in her hand. Fuck me, that feels amazing. She runs a thumb through my pre-cum, smoothing it over my crown. I’m going to need to blow, and soon.
‘Three.’
‘I think she’s close,’ Max remarks.
‘Course she is,’ I say. ‘She’s taking both our fingers like a champ. Okay, sweetheart, get down and suck my cock.’ Because I’m thoroughly enjoying this little threesome and I’m feeling charitable, I add, ‘Max, fuck her while I come in her mouth.’
‘Seriously?’ he asks as he hauls Athena off me and back onto the carpet.
I nod. ‘If it’s okay with Athena.’
‘Yes please,’ she says immediately, and I smirk, because there’s no bashfulness now. She’s so fucking desperate to be impaled on our cocks at both ends that she has no problem voicing her needs.
Just the way I like my women. Desperate and vocal.
I settle back on the sofa and open my legs. Athena scoots between them on all fours. Her mascara is smudged, her tits hang, heavy and luscious and barely tethered by her bra, and her pale arse sways as Max sheathes himself in a condom from the box on the coffee table.
It really is very nice of me to let him play. But it’ll be even nicer when Athena chokes on my dick through her orgasm. In fact…
‘Move back,’ I order. She shuffles backwards and I drop to my knees on the carpet in front of her, pushing my trousers and boxers down so my cock and balls are right in her face. Max gives me an approving smirk before settling himself between her parted legs.
‘I’m going to fuck your mouth, okay?’ I ask.
She looks up at me, and the raw hunger on her face nearly undoes me.
‘Yes please, Mr Wolff, sir,’ she says.
‘Good girl.’ I gather her hair up again, wrapping it around one fist like I did a moment ago, but tighter this time. With the other hand I fist my dick at the root, as she’s going to need both hands when Max starts railing the living daylights out of her.
Her beautiful mouth closes around me once again, enveloping my dick in its wet, velvety warmth.
I groan at the sheer pleasure of it as I watch Max feed his own big cock into her cunt, his hands white-knuckling her hips.
He bottoms out in her, and she jolts forward so my dick hits the back of her throat.
Fuck.
I grip her hair and hold her there, both of us balls deep in her. She gags a little but doesn’t pull back, and the two of us exchange a triumphant glance over her naked back.
‘What a good girl,’ Max mutters, smoothing a praising hand over her arse. ‘She takes cock so well.’
And then he starts to move.
I’m not into guys, really, but I have a keen appreciation for the dynamic that is two successful men, fully dressed, bringing a highly intelligent and well-educated, almost-naked woman to her literal knees with frantic need and feeding her our cocks.
It’s a power dynamic I will never fail to get off on.
I respect women.
I adore women.
I steadfastly believe they are our equals in some ways and our superiors in most.
But I love nothing more than indulging in a little scorching hot, consensual abasement of the female party, because shame is one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs I’ve ever seen.
Athena’s credentials are impeccable. Her CV is immaculate.
And while you could say she’s servicing both of us, in reality, we’re servicing her just as much.
Filling her chock-full of the cock she so desperately craves.
I can tell Max’s admirably punishing thrusts into her pussy have her close to blowing, thanks to the delirious, breathless way she’s sucking and licking and gargling on every inch of my cock as I force-feed it to her and Max simultaneously rails her.
God, I’m close. I am so fucking close as she struggles to take me in and Max’s latex-sheathed cock rams into her over and over. And then he reaches around and presumably finds her clit, because she lets out a garbled scream around my cock and closes her mouth more tightly around me, sucking harder.
She wants it. She wants it from both of us, and we’re going to give it to her. I raise a questioning eyebrow at Max and he nods.
Yep. Everyone’s about to blow their loads.
‘Coming. Fuck,’ I warn her as I grip her makeshift ponytail even more tightly and hold her against me, emptying myself into her. It feels like I just keep on coming as she gasps and sucks and attempts to swallow around me.
‘Good girl,’ Max tells her. ‘You got the boss to blow, so now we can all come.’
I hold her firmly in place by her hair. I have no intention of letting her get away from my cock just yet.
Max rams home, effort etched onto his face, his hand still wrapped around her front.
And then she’s moaning and sobbing out choked cries as she shudders uncontrollably through what looks to be an epic orgasm at Max’s hands.
Next time I’m taking the other end.
He follows her over the edge, and I watch avidly as he convulses against her. I’m far more interested in how he’s making her feel than how he feels right now.
He stills inside her before pulling out and clambering to his feet, looking dazed.
I release her hair and allow her to suck me clean before she sits back on her knees.
She looks utterly spent and well-fucked.
Her mascara is everywhere. God knows how many tears she spilt as I gagged her with my dick.
She places her hands on her thighs, the perfect picture of submission.
She’s not a sub—I definitely do not have time in my life for a full-time sub—but she’s beautifully subservient in both a sexual and professional manner, and it pleases me enormously.
I tip up her chin before I get to my feet.
‘You did very well, Athena. You took our cocks beautifully. Didn’t she, Max?’
‘You’re a fucking angel,’ Max tells her. ‘Jesus Christ, that was hot.’
‘How do you feel?’ I ask her.
She sighs. Her eyes are still glassy. ‘God. I feel absolutely amazing.’
I nod my approval. ‘Good. Now, go bring me a wet flannel and then Max will help you get dressed and you can fix your makeup. Then I want that P&L Max ran printed out by week as well as month before the nine o’clock.’