Chapter 5
Chapter five
Skylar
Assholes.
All three of them eye me like they want to fuck me, but they've secretly hatched a plan to edge me beyond reason. I'm irritated because I'm horny, but when I remember what the orgasms were like after the build-up last time, my frustration turns feral.
Paul and Mark are moving tables around to make way for the stage, their muscles on full display, and I'm not the only one enjoying the view of their manual labor.
Over the past hour, the bar has magically filled with seemingly every woman in Foxy Falls, and I know the news of their arrival has been making its way around town.
I received an email from Monica twenty minutes ago confirming this.
If the ladies are only there to gawk, set a two-drink minimum, but limit the alcohol, or your guys might not make it out alive. lol
M.
Hunter is folding pamphlets for the auction and getting an earful of town gossip. He has declared himself tomorrow night's MC, which Babs gladly agreed to. Her husband usually does it, but she said Hunter would rile the bidders up in a way that poor Fred hasn't been able to in years.
Ms. Diane cornered me within minutes of the guys showing up, but I didn't have any plausible explanation for why they were here today, so she’s on a hunting mission.
Hunter looks over during a lull in his conversation with Ms. Diane, and Babs has the nerve to give me a little finger wave. He flashes me a grin that would melt my panties if I had any on right now.
I glare at him but have to look away when the corners of my mouth threaten to turn into a smile despite my irritation. That man doesn't deserve a smile after the way he left me completely unfulfilled in the supply closet.
"I'm either blind or the extra cocktail napkins are not in the supply closet," Whitney announces as she comes through the swinging kitchen door.
"Sorry, that's my fault. Monica told me where they were this morning. I'll get them," I offer, grateful to have a task. As moody as I've been this week with the prospect of never seeing these three men again, the fact that they’re here has my head spinning.
I find the extra napkins tucked on the back shelf where Monica said they would be.
As I come out of the supply closet, Mark is walking down the hall toward me, looking incredibly sexy in his black T-shirt and jeans.
I've never seen any of the guys dressed as casually as they are today, and it makes my knees weak.
His eyes are locked on mine. I pause, wanting to say something but unsure how to start.
Before I can figure it out, his arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me into Monica's small office.
He grabs the package of napkins from me, tosses it onto a chair, and plasters me against the door.
His lips seal to mine in a searing kiss.
His hand leaves little trails of lava along my stomach and up to my breast.
I kiss him back, trying to communicate with my tongue everything I can't say out loud. I wrap my leg around his waist, and he grinds his hard cock against my core.
"Oh, God," I moan, throwing my head back against the door.
Mark pauses long enough to take off his shirt one-handed. I reach for his zipper, pulling it down quickly. Fisting his huge cock, I pump him, my breath catching when I realize I didn’t imagine his size in my fantasy replay reel. If anything, I didn’t fully remember its true glory.
Mark pulls my hands away from his cock, so I place them on his hard chest instead.
"God, you're sexy." I stare at his muscles, exploring the plains and valleys of his body.
Mark kisses me on the sensitive part of my neck, and a fresh wave of release soaks my leggings. I'm so horny. This man could fuck me however he wants, and I’d come within seconds.
He stares into my eyes, backing me up against the desk. I grin at him, and the corners of his mouth lift slightly, but he doesn't smile.
Mark spins me around and plants my hands flat on the worn surface of the desk. "Don't move," he growls in my ear from behind.
I can't help but wiggle in sheer delight at his commanding words.
He pulls my leggings down, slipping them off before bending me over and pushing me flat to the desk
"What happened to your panties, Skylar?" Mark grips my thighs.
I whimper in response. "Hunter stole them," I breathe as the head of his cock pushes against my soaked entrance. I want to weep with joy.
Mark won't refuse me an orgasm, will he?
We moan in unison as he pushes inside.
"Oh, my god," I pant. I’d forgotten how perfectly he fills me.
"Don't move," Mark warns.
I moan, stopping myself from rolling my hips. I'm desperate for friction, but I don't want to do anything to prolong the torture.
Mark pulls out and thrusts back in slowly—enough to tease and tantalize but not enough to make me come. I pant as his hard cock slides along my inner walls, squeezing my pussy to make him lose control and fuck me.
"Please, Mark. Please, baby," I beg.
He leans over me, continuing to fuck me with slow, lazy thrusts. "I'm your baby, huh?" he growls in my ear. "Yet you were willing to walk away?"
He snaps his hips forward, bottoming out. I moan long and loud. I don't care who hears us. I need him.
He pulls all the way out, and I almost sob from the loss.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to leave," I say miserably. He's no longer inside me, but he's still holding me down, kissing along my back. His lips graze the side of my breast. "Please fuck me, Mark."
"Like this?" He fills me with one hard thrust, pumping into me in the way I need.
"Yes! Oh, thank you! Thank you!" I pant, rolling my hips against him as I ride his hard cock. He winds me higher and higher, the flickers of pleasure so close… Then he pulls out again, and his weight is gone.
"Fuck!" I stamp my foot like a child.
Mark's chuckle at my outburst makes me grit my teeth.
I reach between my legs, ready to give myself some relief, but he grabs my hands and places them flat on the desk.
He has me stretched over the top of it, so I have to lift onto my tiptoes.
He crosses my wrists, one over the other, and holds me in place with one large hand.
His other hand brushes my clit in torturous circles.
"Oh, God!" I call out as he thrusts inside me again.
He holds still. "If you make yourself come, we won't fuck you for days."
I shiver. His control, laced with a slight undercurrent of anger, should scare me, but I can also hear the hurt in his voice.
My hurried exit was not the clean break I was hoping for.
Besides, if I thought sweet, sexy Mark got my panties wet, dominant, controlling Mark ordering me around while he fucks me with his big cock is enough to send me over the edge without any clit stimulation.
Almost.
Mark groans, pulling out again. I glance at him over my shoulder, pleased to see that he looks to be in as much pain as I am.
I bury my smug grin against my arm. Serves you right.
But all sense of self-satisfaction flies out the window when he runs something hard through my release.
I buck forward, moaning as he grazes my clit.
"Don't move," Mark whispers, releasing my hands. He places his palm on my lower back and drops to his knees. I hold my breath, waiting to see what he's going to do. His tongue brushes my asshole, and I jerk and moan.
"Please," I whimper, begging him shamelessly.
But he's gone, his tongue replaced with a pressure against my back entrance that has my heart soaring.
He's getting me ready for later.
I'm so excited about what this means and thrust back against the plug, helping him bury it inside me quicker than he planned.
"Fuck," Mark whispers against my skin. He stands, and the heat from his body is gone. "I'll meet you outside."
"What?" I straighten quickly, groaning at the sensation of the butt plug buried between my cheeks. My mouth drops open as he closes the door behind him.
I pull on my leggings with an irritated huff, contemplating getting myself off, then decide against it. It's one thing to get fucked on Monica's desk by a man. Fucking myself in her office seems wildly inappropriate somehow.
When I return to the bar, I notice Mark waiting by the hallway entrance like he's making sure no one goes back there until I'm done. He grins. Then I feel it—my asshole vibrates, and my breath hitches.
Mark doesn't have his cell phone out, so I flick my gaze to Hunter. He's still in conversation with the women, so I search for Paul.
He's watching me. When I lock eyes with him, he turns up the vibrations, and I grab the bar top for support.
His eyes flare with lust.
The vibrations stop. I look around, hoping nobody noticed.
Holy mother of all things sexy.
Something tells me that this is going to be a long afternoon.