CHAPTER 18 #2
“I want her out of that sweater and my mouth on her nipples before anybody talks about order,” Rook said. “I have watched her hands go white since the fourth floor, and neither of you said a word about it.”
“I noticed,” Alistair said. “I decided against making it a subject in front of the Custodian.”
“Then Rook goes first and I go last,” Julian said. “Settled out loud now, not worked out later on the floor.”
“All three of you, and I am saying so.” Rook’s hand came off the door frame, and Alistair squared his coat on the chair back and took his time about it.
Nobody argued with the order, and nobody looked at anybody else to check it. Three men who run a building on precedence stood in my sitting room and waited to be told.
That was the part I had no language for at the time, and I have some for it now.
Rook came off the door and stopped a foot short of me. His hands stayed down at his sides.
“I am going to take that sweater off you and put my mouth on you, one and then the other,” he said. “If you say no, I stop, and I do not ask you why.”
“I want it off, and I do not want you slow about any of it.” My voice came out lower than it goes in a seminar room, and I let it.
The sweater came over my head and he dropped it behind him without looking where it landed.
His mouth came down on one nipple and stayed there, and the second nipple got more of him than the first one did, and my hands ended up in his hair without any decision from me.
He came up off my nipples once to check my eyes, and then he went back down.
“That sound is you doing it, not me, good girl,” he said against my skin.
Alistair had not moved off the chair back, and he was watching my chest the way a man watches a page he is about to be tested on.
“Something in your breathing changed at the second one, and not at the first,” he said. “Correct me.”
“It is right, and you knew it before you said it.” He took the whole answer first. He does that with paper too.
“Then here is the rest of what I have,” he said, and he came around the chair without hurrying any part of it. “There was a hand you wanted on your clit before he had finished, and you have not asked anybody for one. Correct that.”
“I am not correcting it.” Rook laughed once, low, from somewhere behind my shoulder, and then he shut up.
He put the flat of two fingers against my clit, held them there without moving until I moved, and then matched what I did and never once got ahead of it.
“You are running down your own thigh, and you did that before I had a hand anywhere near you,” he said.
Julian stayed at the radiator until my eyes came up off the floor, and only then did he speak at all.
“You want me down there,” he said. “Do you want it now, or do you want it asked again?”
“I want it now, and do not ask me again tonight.” Julian came off the radiator on that sentence and wasted no step getting to me.
He walked me backward to the desk and lifted me onto it, and he took his time getting his shoulders under my thighs. His tongue came onto my clit slow and stayed slow, and two fingers went into my pussy and did not hurry either.
“I am going to keep going until you come,” he said into me, “and I want you to look at me while you do.”
Looking at him while his mouth was on my clit took something out of me that I did not get back for an hour. I came with my heel hooked over his shoulder and my hand shut in his hair, and he did not stop until I pushed at his forehead with two fingers.
“The best-made thing in this building is you,” he said, “and you were not made here.”
Rook was still at the door with his hand on the frame. He was waiting to be sent for.
“Rook. I want your cock in my mouth, and I am the one asking for it.” Saying it out loud cost me nothing, which was its own piece of news.
“I am going to put my cock in your mouth and hold your hair off your face with my left hand, and two taps anywhere on me stops everything,” he said. “I need you to say it out loud, all of it, before I move.”
I said it out loud, all of it, and it did not come out steady.
“If you want out, my wrist is right there, and open your mouth,” he said, and he kept his hand off me until I had done it.
He went slower than I wanted and he never took his eyes off me, and twice he brought his cock out of my mouth to wait for a nod he did not have to have.
“I am not going any deeper than that, and I want to watch you take it,” he said.
Alistair was behind me by then. His hands were on my hips and his voice was beside my ear.
“It was his hands you watched just then, and not mine,” he said. “Correct me.”
“That is wrong. I watched yours the whole time you were talking to me.” His hands stopped on my hips until I had finished the sentence.
Correcting him is the one game in this building I have never lost, and he lets me have it every single time.
“Then I am corrected,” he said, “and I would like to be behind you when this happens.”
“Be behind me.” He asked nobody else in the room, and he waited on me, and the wait was not short.
His cock went into my pussy from behind slow, and he held there and let me set what came after it. Rook came off me and got down onto my nipples again and stayed there, and between his cock and that mouth I lost the thread of which room I was standing in.
“That is so tight I am going to have to be told when to move,” Alistair said.
“It is time, and keep checking, because it is the best thing any of you do.” Julian heard that from where he stood and took it in and said nothing back.
Something below us in the building started up and quit again, a pump or a boiler, and not one of them turned around to hear it out. Julian came last, and he asked for it in the only grammar he has.
“You want me last and slow,” he said. “Do you want me to ask you for it, or do you want me to know it already?”
“I want you to know it already, and to say so afterward.”
He went into my pussy slow and stopped at every part of the way in, and Rook’s fingers came down onto my clit, keeping whatever pace Julian set. Alistair had my hand and was telling me what my own face was doing, one thing at a time, in order.
“There you are, Avery,” Julian said with his cock still in me, and his was the last one of the night.
The word stayed on the table all night and none of them needed it. Every man in that room stopped at least once to make me say a whole sentence back, and that was the thing I kept.
Sometime after two the sleet quit and the wind came around to the northwest, and the drive below glazed over to the gate.
Julian was asleep against the radiator with his coat over him.
Alistair had his shirt half on and his hands were doing nothing at all, which for him is the rarest condition there is.
Rook pulled the door in with his heel. That shut all four of us in on our side of it.
“Thorne said one more thing to me on the landing on his way down,” Alistair said, “and I am going to give it to you in his words, because they were good ones.”
“Nothing in this building can move you now, and there is not a signature in it that outranks yours.”
No one in the room asked what signature had made that true.