28 - Lauren
Lauren
Brock’s jaw ticked and a muscle jumped in his cheek but Rafe didn’t seem bothered by it. He wasn’t even looking at him, instead he was looking at me.
My body was still trembling from the high Brock had just taken it to, but still, I wanted more. When he’d called me greedy I don’t think he truly understood just how accurate that statement was.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Merrick?” he said, his voice sounding as thunderous as the look on his face.
“I could ask you the same question, Boss,” Rafe shot back. “Last I checked, Lauren here wasn’t even an employee.”
“Just stop talking, both of you,” I said, putting my hand on Brock’s arm. He looked hesitant, glancing at me to see what I was making of the whole situation. “Don’t you guys think there’s something better we could do than just talk?”
Understanding dawned on Brock’s face but he still didn’t look convinced. I slid a hand down his chest, trailed it down his stomach and let it rest on his still-hard cock. His breath hitched. I pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “And if I remember correctly, you still haven't come yet. Let him join.”
His throat bobbed but I could tell that he was still turned on. “Fine.”
I wasn’t sure just how fine it was, but Rafe didn’t waste a moment, immediately starting to undress and moving in behind me. It was the same kind of impulsiveness he’d shown with Callum, never questioning the idea of sharing me but determined to make sure he got his. Greedy boy.
“You’ve done this before,” Brock noted and a flash of guilt punctured through my arousal.
I knew he meant the multiple-man scenario, not sleeping with Rafe, which he was already aware of.
After the time we spent together today, I wondered if that would piss him off.
We hadn’t discussed exclusivity, sure, but everything we’d shared felt like it belonged to that realm of connection. Something sacred.
I wondered if he felt me sharing that with other men somehow cheapened it. But then he grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with an almost vengeful intensity.
He’d said he liked me being greedy back at the firehouse.
I should’ve known better than to think he was lying.
Rafe didn’t bother trying to steal kisses from Brock, instead dropping to his knees behind me.
I moaned into Brock’s mouth as Rafe started eating me out, having to grip onto his arms to keep myself upright.
I watched his eyes flicker with jealousy, then sheer lust, and then settle somewhere in between.
He started nibbling on my neck, his hands going straight to my breasts and playing with my nipples just the way he’d memorized I liked to be played with.
With a wave of overwhelming clarity, the type that peaks just before a crash, I understood what was happening.
Both men, who prided themselves on mastering their technical skills, were trying to prove that they knew the blueprints of my body better than the other. Maybe to each other, maybe to me, I didn’t care. I couldn’t, not when it felt so fucking good.
I writhed between them, shamelessly taking my pleasure from them both. Every time Rafe tore a moan from my mouth, Brock would adjust his technique, trying to one-up him until my voice was hoarse, scraped raw.
Rafe moaned into my pussy, then stood to his feet and yanked me back from Brock.
“My turn,” he hissed, turning me around and lifting me by the hips until I was wrapped around him. He guided his weeping cock inside of me and I threw my head back, immediately starting to ride. I felt Brock kiss my back and run his hands down my sides, massaging my arms.
“I think we should move somewhere we can be a little more comfortable,” Rafe gasped out.
Brock grunted and moved ahead of us, guiding the way to a small empty office along the corridor.
Rafe carried me there while still buried inside me, and slammed me down on the desk.
The coldness of the wood bit into my skin even as my body continued to heat up.
He buried his face in my chest and began to move, muffled whimpers escaping his mouth with every thrust.
I kissed the top of his head then looked around for Brock. He leaned over me, his face hovering over mine. He watched my features twist in pleasure with a reverent fascination, running the back of his hand against my cheek. I leaned into his touch, kissed his palm.
I used my free hand to find and guide his erection into my mouth and his body seized up, his hand still on my face. I closed my eyes, letting my tongue bathe his cock as I clenched around Rafe’s and realized this is what I was truly greedy for.
It wasn’t just the pleasure these men provided. It was their presence, the souls in their bodies that gave me all this heat. And they both seemed to realize it, too, because the glint of competition that sparked in the back room now dissolved into something new.
Right before I came, Rafe felt me tense and pulled out. My mouth slipped off of Brock’s cock as well, and with wordless, yet damn near perfect execution, they maneuvered my body until I was on all fours on the table, my head now at Rafe’s waist and Brock holding onto my hips.
I didn’t say anything, just kissed Rafe’s abs and ran my tongue down the valley between them, then took him into my mouth. Behind me, Brock sank inside again, a gravelly, throaty noise on his lips.
The three of us moved together, lost to everything else but each other and my body was the live wire running through it all.
Brock’s fingers found my clit and I came first and hard, the other two following shortly after, Brock leaning over and pressing his face to my back.
I swallowed, and Rafe’s hips rocked through the last waves of his own climax.
Our collective, ragged breathing was the only sound that punctured the heavy silence of the office and we gingerly pulled apart. Rafe looked down at me as though I was the only material thing in the world, and Brock’s hands were steady as he helped me stand up.
“Easy,” he said, carefully helping me off the table on shaky legs. We managed to collect our scattered clothes and erase all traces of what we’d just done, and it was only then that Brock acknowledged Rafe with a sniff of suspicion.
“Okay, Merrick. You dodged the question earlier but it still stands. What the hell are you doing here?” Brock pressed.
Rafe tugged on his shirt and grabbed his fallen keys from the warehouse floor. “I’ve gotta go.”
Brock called after him, but he was already out the door.