Chapter 6
I'm straddling his lap, my mouth on his neck, his hands gripping my ass through my shorts, when the lock beeps.
Marcus steps inside. Freezes.
The security monitor glows on his belt. The door clicks shut behind him.
Diego's hands drop from my body like I've burned him, his eyes snapping to the security chief with the kind of terror reserved for men who know exactly how many rules they're breaking.
I look up, calm, still draped over the defender. "I was expecting you. Before you log a violation, you should know the full story."
Marcus's jaw pulses. The patrol tablet pings—a reminder to log the check. His knuckles are white around the device. "Diego. Get dressed."
"He stays." I straighten up on Diego's lap, letting my tank ride high on my ribs. I hold out my hand to Marcus, palm up, an invitation and a command in one gesture.
"You have the master key. You can either watch, or you can help. But you don't get to stop this."
Diego looks between us, breathing hard. "Sienna, what the—"
"Quiet." I don't look at him. My eyes are on my stepfather.
"He's the only one with access to this room. That means he's either part of it, or he reports it. And we both know he won't report it. Will you, Chief?"
A sound builds in Marcus's throat—not a word, something feral. He sets the patrol tablet on the table, screen showing the empty corridor.
He locks the door manually, the deadbolt sliding home with a thick, final click.
"Then this room needs a double check," he says.
I smile and beckon him closer.
I position them both myself: Diego on his back on my bed, his shorts yanked down to his ankles, his cock thick and dark against his stomach. Marcus behind me, still mostly clothed, his fly open just enough to free himself.
I kneel over Diego on all fours, my knees bracketing his hips, my shorts discarded somewhere near the desk.
"Diego, you're going to lie still until I tell you to move." I reach down and guide him against my opening. He's thicker than Marcus, a blunt stretch that makes my jaw clench as I sink down.
"Marcus—you know where you belong."
I hear his breath catch. Then his palm spreads across my lower back, pressing me forward, and his cock notches against my other entrance—tighter, hotter, the kind of pressure that makes my vision spark at the edges.
"Both of you," I manage, voice strained around the fullness. "You're my security detail now. Both of you answer to me."
Marcus pushes in slow, a fraction of an inch at a time, and the stretch doubles—Diego filling my cunt, Marcus spreading my ass, my body caught between them like a bowstring pulled too tight. The sensation is overwhelming: heat, pressure, impossible fullness.
My clit throbs against Diego's pubic bone. My cervix aches where he nudges it. Marcus's fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise.
"Fuck," Diego groans, his head thrown back, tendons cabled in his neck. "Fuck, you're so tight—"
"Don't talk." I clench around him deliberately, and he chokes. "You move when I say."
Marcus pulls back and thrusts in again, a controlled, possessive stroke that shoves me deeper onto Diego. The three of us find a rhythm—Diego's hips grinding up, Marcus driving me down, my body the pivot point between them.
Skin slaps against skin, wet and percussive. The bedframe creaks its cheap protest. My own moans are raw, involuntary, torn from my throat every time they fill me at the same moment.
"Look at you," Marcus growls in my ear, his chest pressed to my spine. "Taking both of us. This what you wanted? To be stuffed full while I watch?"
"This is what I wanted." I push back against him, taking him deeper, my voice shaking. "Both of you. Mine to use. Say it."
"I'm yours," Diego gasps.
"Say it to him." I nod toward Marcus. "Tell the security chief who's running this room."
Diego's eyes roll to Marcus, glassy with pleasure. "She's running it. She's—fuck—she's in charge."
A sharp crack from the corridor. A door slamming.
Marcus goes rigid inside me. His hand clamps over my mouth, cutting off my moan.
Diego freezes beneath us, still buried deep, his chest heaving.
The footsteps start—heavy boots, deliberate, coming closer. Staff patrol.
Someone doing a round that isn't Marcus. The security monitor on the table flickers with motion in Corridor C, the hallway that runs perpendicular to mine. The footsteps thud closer, closer, a steady beat that matches my hammering pulse.
I can't breathe. Marcus's palm is sealed over my lips.
Diego is trembling under me, his cock twitching inside my cunt, and the knowledge that we're caught—spread open, impaled, completely exposed—sends a bolt of pure adrenaline straight to my clit. I clench involuntarily. Marcus bites down on a groan, his cock pulsing in my ass.
The footsteps pause directly outside my door. A shadow blocks the light strip at the threshold.
Five seconds. Ten. I can hear the deputy breathing, can hear the faint crackle of his radio. Marcus's hand tightens on my mouth. Diego's eyes are screwed shut, lips moving in what might be a prayer.
Then the radio squawks: "Corridor C clear. Heading to front gate."
The shadow moves. The footsteps retreat, fainter, fainter, swallowed by the distant thump of celebration music.
Marcus exhales against my neck, a shuddering release. He withdraws his hand from my mouth slowly.
"Still all clear," I whisper, and the laugh that follows is half-hysterical, half-aroused. "Now finish what you started. Both of you. I didn't say you could stop."
They obey. Diego grips my hips and drives up into me with a desperation that borders on violence.
Marcus matches his rhythm, the two of them fucking me in tandem, their grunts mingling with my open-mouthed cries. The wet sounds of my body taking them fill the room—slick friction, skin on skin, the obscene slap of flesh meeting flesh.
"Who owns this?" Marcus's voice is wrecked, barely recognizable.
"I own it." I shove back against him, meeting his thrust. "My pussy. My ass. My room. You're just clearing it."
Diego comes first, a hoarse cry torn from his chest, his release flooding me in hot pulses. I ride him through it, clenching, milking, until he's shuddering and spent beneath me.
Then I lock eyes with Marcus over my shoulder.