Chapter 31
Anton
The experience of looking into Genevieve’s huge blue eyes as she comes apart on my fucking conference table is religious.
Transcendent.
I’m not exaggerating. It’s up there with watching my four children coming into the world. With seeing the sun set behind the long grasses of the Kruger.
It’s up there with coming myself.
That I’m not the one touching her, not the one whose hands or mouth or dick is making contact with her body, is almost immaterial.
Almost.
She wouldn’t let me touch her, but she gave me this, and I stand there and observe in wonder as she comes down, licking her lips and catching her breath, tits heaving as she does so.
Rib cage rising.
Falling.
She’s lovely.
I’m conscious of David drawing his hands over her tits and down her stomach, as if signalling the end of a massage. Still, she and I regard each other in silence.
It’s me who looks away first, breaking the spell. My zip is in danger of leaving its teeth embedded in my cock, and I’m not finished with her yet. I need to amend my plans, though, because I can’t hold off much longer.
‘You were fucking amazing,’ Max tells her, trailing kisses down her thighs. ‘You came so hard for us.’
‘Yeah,’ David adds. ‘You’re so beautiful.’
Genevieve stretches, cat-like, on the table and makes a throaty, satisfied sound that goes straight to my dick.
So that’s how she is after coming. Relaxed and pliant. Imagine how she’ll look after she’s been fucked at both ends.
‘Looks like she owes you both one hell of an orgasm,’ I remark idly. ‘Why don’t you get her on the floor, chaps? You can both use her at the same time. Max, you fuck her.’
Together, they get her off the table, Max’s hands going around her waist while David gets her vertical. She’s barely on her hands and knees on my thick white carpet before Max is kneeling behind her, unbuckling his belt and shoving his trousers and boxers down his thighs.
‘Cushions,’ I say, because it doesn’t take a genius to work out that she’ll need to be elevated to reach David’s cock comfortably. He grabs a couple from the sofa and there’s some faffing as they reposition her. I take advantage of the brief lull in proceedings to grab Athena.
‘You’ve been so patient,’ I tell her softly, because it’s true. I can tell by the way she’s been white-knuckling her thighs that the sounds of my instructions and Genevieve’s orgasm have aroused her no end. ‘Now you get to suck my cock, and if you take it all nicely you can make yourself come.’
I lead her by the hand over to the expanse of carpet where Genevieve is now on her hands and knees on two cushions.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The sight of her is quite extraordinary.
I want to cast her in bronze. No—marble.
Marble for her smooth, pale skin and perfect curves.
Behind her, Max is rolling a condom over his dick, which looks as hard and painful as mine feels, and in front, David’s shoving down his trousers and black boxer briefs.
He’s also on his knees. I watch as his cock tumbles heavily out, practically slapping her in the face.
But most of all, I watch her. I stand far enough away from them that Athena can get to her knees in front of me, but close enough to take in every last ounce of Genevieve’s great beauty in this provocative stance.
She’s perfect in profile, tits swaying heavily below her, back arched and flawless arse in the air, shooting me a look that manages to be coquettish and smug and hungry as she awaits Max’s cock.
Smug because she knows the effect she’s having on me.
And she knows I can’t go near her.
I’ll show her.
Envy segues through me, sharp and bitter, and I grab Athena’s arm, indicating she should get down.
Even blindfolded, she sinks gracefully to her knees and fumbles with my belt.
I help her, impatience making me clumsy and the sheer extremity of my erection hindering my ability to lose my boxer briefs.
‘What are you waiting for?’ I bark at all four of them, because surely everyone else in this fucking room is gagging for the next phase just as much as I am?
At my signal, they begin to move in sync, a sensual feast.
Just for me.
David cups Genevieve’s jaw and feeds his pretty fucking sizeable cock past her beautiful lips.
As if by magic, Athena fists me at the root and swipes her little pink tongue oh-so-slowly over the precum leaking from my poor, swollen crown.
The sensation is so fucking welcome that I suck in a sharp, noisy breath through my teeth.
It feels un-fucking-believable.
On instinct, I slide my hands through Athena’s silky curls, gripping her head so I can control her pace. Her depth. So I can ram my cock to the back of her throat when I reach the point where her lips and tongue simply aren’t enough.
When I need to really fuck her mouth.
But it looks like David, my gentle giant, is starting slowly, too.
Even kneeling, he looms over Genevieve, his head thrown back with pleasure, his powerful body braced.
I hope he lets her have it—I’ll make sure of it—but as Genevieve sucks and teases and laps at him, Athena does the same to me, and it makes it so much easier to imagine I’m in David’s place right now.
To imagine it’s Genevieve Carew’s smart little mouth welcoming my cock.
As Athena wraps her lips around me, making a seal, Max tests the readiness of Genevieve’s pussy with a couple of probing fingers. She’s undoubtedly soaking, and, sure enough, he goes for it, fisting his cock and feeding it straight in.
I can’t see her pussy from here. Only the glorious dip of her arched spine and the swell of her arse that together bring to mind the shape of a violin. But I can most definitely see the way she jolts when Max sticks his cock inside her, the way the action forces her forward onto David’s dick.
The two guys exchange a triumphant look over her head. I’ve been there plenty of times, mainly with Max and Athena, but fuck knows I’d be high-fiving right now if that was me sheathed in the tight, wet heat of her pussy or her mouth.
Scratch that. If she let me touch her, there’d be no one else in the room with us.
End of story.
Just look at her.
The glacial, normally impassive blonde who only lets others see what she chooses to disclose, unwrapped for us. For me. Impaled at both ends, a glorious, bare, Rubenesque nude writhing and slithering between two fully dressed men.
This is what I imagined as soon as I laid eyes on her.
This is the version of her I needed.
She wriggles that fucking arse a little more as she accommodates Max. He puts his hands on her cheeks and massages as he bottoms out in her, and she releases a little whimper that is a hundred times better for sounding strangled around David’s cock.
I want that.
Need more of it.
Max pulls slowly out without releasing his grip on Genevieve’s hips before ramming back in, and it’s like a twisted, stunning game of dominos as she bucks and gasps again and jolts straight towards David’s balls.
This is some particular form of torture, where one beautiful woman is getting me off but the other, the one I actually want, is currently being spit-roasted by my friends, my subordinates, right in front of me.
It’s all getting mixed up in my head. The ministrations of Athena’s warm mouth and slippery tongue against the engorged, tortured flesh of my crown, the decisive squeeze of her grip around my shaft, Max’s huffs and thrusts, Genevieve’s strangled, garbled noises, and David’s low, masculine groans of appreciation as she fucks his cock all by herself.
The whole glorious, messy circus has my own pleasure spiralling through the fucking roof.
I dig my fingers into Athena’s scalp, her jaw, as I drag her head backwards and then pull her harder towards me.
She makes a surprised choking sound, and I’m rewarded with the unbeatable sensation of that soft, spongy flesh at the back of her throat rubbing against my cock.
Fucking hell.
She drags her fingernails down my thighs, and I know from experience that’s her way of saying she’s fucking loving this.
She and I have our rhythm. Our system. Our cues.
Her safe word is Sorbonne, and if she can’t use it because I’ve got my cock rammed too far down her mouth, she slaps my right thigh hard and I stop immediately.
This flailing and clawing and strangled moaning isn’t a red light, but a green one.
‘Fuck, yes,’ I rasp, and, to my extreme gratification, Genevieve attempts to crane her head in my direction. The woman has a huge dick filling her up at each end and it’s me she wants eyes on.
That I’m not the only one of us with FOMO makes something swell inside me.
‘Go on,’ I bark as I wrap a tangle of Athena’s curls around my fist. ‘Fuck her harder. Both of you.’