Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Ican’t believe this is happening.
Am I really going to do it?
I could say no—or try to, at least—but I have no clue what they’d do to me. Would they stop? Would they care?
I don’t know, nor do I wish to find out.
Right now, there’s only one thing I want to do, no matter how dangerous and dirty it is.
I lean over my boss’s desk and grab Ghost’s dick with one hand. My eyes never leave his face as I swirl my tongue over his tip, licking up his pre-cum. Then I open my lips and take him into my mouth like he belongs there.
Ghost groans. His hand pulls my long brown hair into a tight ponytail as he slowly thrusts into my mouth.
With each passing second, Reaper’s gaze burns hotter on my skin while I suck his friend’s cock. Then he takes his place behind me again.
On pure instinct, I spread my legs wider for him, as if my body remembers what it feels like when he’s pounding into me.
A hard slap on my ass makes me whimper and pushes me forward, forcing me to take his friend’s dick even deeper.
Another slap follows, then another, until I don’t know where the pain ends and the arousal begins.
For a brief moment, his hands caress my burning cheeks before rubbing my clit in slow, torturous circles.
My whimpers turn into moans of pure pleasure.
“You enjoy having two men at once, don’t you, love?” Ghost asks. “And I bet you’ll enjoy getting fucked from both ends even more.”
Right at that moment, Reaper grabs my hips and enters me with one hard thrust that pushes me forward until Ghost’s cock hits the back of my throat.
I scream, but Ghost doesn’t seem to care.
Neither of them do.
Instead he brushes my hair out of my face, only to fist it and fuck my mouth in short, hard thrusts.
At the same time, Reaper picks up his pace and slams into me, hitting me at just the right spot. The wet sounds of our bodies colliding and me sucking fill the room, drowning out the rush of blood in my ears.
Desperate for more, I push my hips back into Reaper.
“Bloody hell, little thief,” he pants. “You look so good with a cock in your mouth while I fuck you.”
My pussy clenches at his words, and I moan around Ghost’s dick, taking him even further down my throat and making him groan out loud.
Reaper’s fingers are on my clit again while he slams into me like a madman.
My core tightens. I’m so close I’m teetering on the edge now, and I desperately need to be tipped over it.
“You want to come?” Reaper hisses next to my ear, pinching my clit.
“Yes!” I gasp for air. My cheeks are wet and my lips swollen. “Yes, please! Please let me come!”
He pushes my head back down. “Don’t stop sucking his cock.”
I take it into my mouth again, licking and sucking and trying my best to be good at it, but it’s so fucking difficult when I’m this close to climaxing.
When every thrust of Reaper’s hips and the feel of his rough fingers on my clit drives me closer .
. . and closer . . . right . . . to . . . the edge.
“That’s it. Come for us, little thief. Come on both our cocks.”
The orgasm bursts out of me. I scream as my pussy contracts and sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
“Oh God . . .” I gasp for air.
Reaper’s fingers rub my clit until the very last tremor leaves my body. His dick’s still rock-hard inside of me. “I bet that felt good, didn’t it?” His rough hands caress my back.
Lost for words, I can only nod.
“Now it’s my mate’s turn to fuck this pussy.”
Before I have the chance to say or do anything, Reaper pulls out of me. I fight back a whimper, already missing the feel of him.
Without skipping a beat, he points to the couch. “Get over there. On your hands and knees.”
Even though my stomach does a little flip-flop at his command, I do as I’m told and kneel on the couch, my palms pressing into the cushion. My body’s spent, and my limbs are trembling. Even more so when both men step closer.
All of this is terribly wrong, but I can’t stop myself. Not even when Ghost takes his position behind me and grabs my hips with both hands.
I moan when I feel the tip of his cock at my opening. A shiver zips through my body.
I stare at the man who’s haunted my nightmares—and my wet dreams—for the past couple of months straight in the eye as his friend slams into me.
My gasp is audible as he fills me up with his hard cock, and I dig my fingernails into the sofa.
Reaper makes a noise deep in his throat that sounds like a growl. His eyes blaze with heat and fury, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t shove his buddy away from me. He doesn’t grab my chin and push his cock between my lips like I expect him to either.
Instead he takes a step back as if he wants a better view of his friend rutting into me.
“She likes it rough,” he informs him. “And she has a lot more orgasms left in her.”
Oh my god . . .
“That so?” Ghost grabs my wrists and twists them onto my back, leaving me bound and helpless—and so fucking aroused I can’t think straight anymore.
New heat coils deep in my core, making me even wetter than before. Sucking in a breath, I let him thrust into me like I’m his personal fuck toy, all while he holds my arms behind my back.
Reaper’s gaze slides over my bouncing tits, my ass, and to the other man’s cock pounding into my pussy, then it snaps back to my face. His eyes seem even darker than before, ready to commit murder.
“Fuck,” Ghost groans, pulling out of me. “Sit on my lap, love. Let’s give him the show he deserves.”
My knees tremble as I change position, leaning my back against his chest, my whole body on full display for Reaper and anyone who might come through the office door. His friend grabs my hips, lifts me up for a second, then slams me down on his cock.
A scream erupts from my throat as he enters me at this new angle, and I almost orgasm on the spot.
Not giving me a moment’s rest, Ghost moves my body to fuck him as he pleases.
Suddenly, my hands are behind my back again, and all I can do is hold Reaper’s gaze while another man fucks me right in front of him.
His cock stands tall, glistening with his pre-cum and my own arousal, and I can’t stop myself from staring at it. I want it inside me. I want to suck him while his friend pounds into my pussy.
Just the thought of it makes a groan escape my throat.
I wet my lips in anticipation, begging him with my eyes even though no words leave my mouth.
He takes a step toward us, reaching for me.
Then a door shuts in the pub.
Making us all freeze.