Chapter 17 #3
"That's too bad," Spencer chimes in from close beside us, his voice rough and gaze locked on the hem of my dress. "Maybe we could have watched this back later."
A rush of slick flows from me, coating the apex of my thighs and making my underwear feel sticky against my body.
Zak groans his approval when he cups his hand between my legs a moment later, finding the gift of slick waiting for him. "Such a good girl," he murmurs as he rubs at my wet panties a few times before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties and dragging them down my legs with one hand.
Once they're out of his way, he lets go, and the panties drop to the ground around my feet.
"I like to think of myself as a pleasure dom, angel. Do you know what that means?" Zak's hand runs up my thigh again, taking his sweet time reaching the spot where I need him most.
Between working for a sex toy company and having a romance author for a best friend, I definitely know what a pleasure dom is. The idea of this alpha using pleasure instead of pain to dominate me sends a thrill through me. My eyes are wide and interested as I nod.
"That's good, sweet omega." Zak runs his thumb along the length of my slit, still only teasing me.
"So you understand, my angel, that every time I touch you, I'm going to ring so much pleasure out of you that you can't move.
Even if I work you up so much that your vision starts to black out, I wouldn't stop until you were soaking my knot.
I'm going to make you feel so good that there's nothing you'll want more than to submit to me so that I give you even more orgasms. Over and over again. Until you're begging for a break."
All I can do is whimper as I writhe against the wall, desperately trying to press my pussy closer to his hand. "Please," I cry out. "Please."
His thumb strums my clit as he sinks two fingers into me, curling them to stroke my inner wall. I gasp and fall forward against him, his hand buried inside of me and practically the only thing holding me up as my legs shake.
Freddie hums appreciatively from Zak's other side. "My turn."
Before I can fully register the words, Freddie cups my cheek and turns my head toward him, capturing my lips in a chaotic kiss.
He kisses with far less control. He nips my bottom lip with his teeth playfully, and his tongue whips wildly against mine, keeping me on my toes. I make a desperate little sound against his lips that encourages him to kiss me deeper, pressing his body up against the sides of Zak and me.
A shiver runs through me.
"That's right, angel." Zak fucks me rhythmically with his fingers, his thumb continuing to work my clit until my body feels like I'm being zapped with a jolt of electricity.
"Forget everything except for how good this feels.
You deserve this pleasure, and I'm going to give it to you.
You're going to come for me, my omega, aren't you? " My toes curl in my boots.
I whimper against Freddie's mouth, and he releases me, stepping back to let Zak guide me to the promised land. His breathing is ragged as he stares at me with hungry satisfaction.
"Eyes on me, Mia."
My head jerks toward him to make eye contact immediately. "Yes, Daddy."
The words are out of me before I can think twice. Something about calling Zak Daddy just feels so, so right. His chest rumbles as a pleased purr tears out of him.
He seems to like the sound of Daddy, too.
Zak's mouth captures mine with a deep tenderness. His kiss is devastatingly slow and sweet, coming from a man currently ruining my ability to even think straight.
I cling to him as I come undone, kissing him through an orgasm that makes my entire body spasm as the muscles in my core draw taut.
The wave I'm chasing feels so overwhelming that I barely realize I've started to ride his hand like an overenthusiastic cowgirl until my pleasure peaks, and my movement begins to slow until all I can do is wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on for dear life.
I'm the one who breaks our kiss, dropping my head to his shoulder as all of my energy drains away. My whole body hums as I try to convince my shaky and breathless body that I still remember how breathing works.
My mind feels broken.
This was barely an appetizer. These men might kill me when it comes time to give me the whole main course.
I know we ought to wrap up our office tour and get out of here. My massive orgasm took a lot out of me, and my body is now acutely aware that it's almost lunch time. Lunch and a nap sounds like a marvelous plan.
But I'm not quite ready to regain use of my legs.
Zak turns his head to kiss my temple, and I respond with a happy hum that makes him chuckle.
He presses his lips against my ear and whispers so quietly that only I can hear him say, "Thank you for being such a good girl for Daddy."
I squeeze my eyes shut as his words elicit a whole new round of slick to drip down my thighs. It's too bad that I don't think these guys are going to let me tempt them into round two yet.