Perfectly Selfish

Chapter 1

DESIREE

Theodore likes to pretend he’s patient when he’s watching Bryce at my mouth and Linden positioned behind me, but I know better.

We’re downstairs tonight, in one of the rooms we keep for our kind of nasty, with the door locked, the glass stand stocked, the rug soft under my knees, and Theodore seated across from me, fully dressed while Bryce and Linden work for my attention.

He’s got that expensive control on him tonight, per usual, the kind that fools other people into thinking he’s calm.

But I, of course, know what’s under it. I know what he’s waiting for.

And because I love this man in a way that still surprises me sometimes, I make him wait a little longer.

Linden knows his position and stays there.

His high-yellow ass is lean through the waist, that black scorpion tattoo curved around his upper arm, the tail wrapping his bicep every time he flexes behind me.

Useful. Eager. Smart in the way I require; he doesn’t make me explain what should already be understood.

Bryce keeps reading my face, his Nutella brown skin pulling tight over the muscles in his shoulders every time he fights the urge to take more than I’ve given him.

That silver bar in his tongue shows every time he speaks, and I know exactly why he keeps letting me see it.

I can be very generous when a man remembers he’s not in charge.

But my man is the point tonight. He always is, even with Bryce’s dick down my throat and Linden sliding in my pussy right through the mess that only gets worse when I’m being watched.

Theodore’s hands aren’t on me, but this room still belongs to what we built.

Because this isn’t about him letting me be anything.

I’ve never needed permission to be myself.

What he gives me is better than permission.

He gives me room to have an appetite without shame.

He gives me a place where the parts of me other people would try to diminish get treated like something worth honoring.

I put my knees where I want them and make sure Theodore stays in my view, because he knows better than to sit over there looking untouched while I’m putting on a show. I love seeing what I’m doing to him. I love knowing he’s choosing control while I give him every reason to lose it.

Bryce steps closer when I allow it, his hand gathering the hair at the back of my head, holding me there until my throat works around him. I keep Theodore in front of me while I try to swallow Bryce whole, taking him deeper until saliva slips past my lips right on the rug.

Behind me, Linden’s hands spread my ass, opening me the way I like. His condom-covered dick brushes side to side against my pussy lips, making me rock back for him before he pulls back and pushes inside me. He follows my rhythm instead of trying to lead.

Being fucked like this, sucking dick while my man watches me take it, is a perfect night.

Theodore’s leaned back in the chair, one arm resting along the side, the other holding that Blackleaf vodka over ice low at his thigh, the cubes barely moving when he does.

Suit still perfect. Not a wrinkle out of place.

He hasn’t moved much because he doesn’t have to.

That man can sit there hard, calm, and fine as hell while I’m doing all this, and somehow that makes me want to act worse.

I can tell I’m getting to him by the thick nine and a half inches showing through his slacks while he refuses to touch himself.

“Change positions,” he says.

And just like that, we all obey.

Linden takes off his condom as I lie flat on the raised bench, long and narrow, made for hands and mouths from every side.

He walks around and positions himself at my mouth.

Bryce grabs a ribbed condom off the nearby stand, stretches it over his dick, then drops spit on my pussy.

His hands spread my thighs wider, palms moving up the inside of them slow, thumbs digging in just enough to make me open more for him.

Then he slides in, setting a rhythm that matches mine instead of forcing his own.

My back lifts with every stroke, his thumb flickering up and down my clit while Linden lowers his balls to my lips.

I catch the faint salt taste of his skin as I suck them in, breathing through it, while Linden has both hands full of my titties, palms spread wide and still not covering what he’s trying to hold.

He squeezes with the pressure I like. I make a mess of the sound, half around Linden, half for Theodore, because Bryce’s thumb is doing exactly what it’s supposed to do.

Theodore watches every move I make, every warning sign, every little tell I give away. He knows it. Knows me. My orgasm can get right to the edge, but it doesn’t leave me until he says so. He doesn’t give a damn about the men. They’re here for my pleasure, but what my body gives up?

That belongs to him.

I love pushing against the rule with my attention on Theodore, making him sit there and decide how much trouble I’ve earned.

“Alpha, I’m about to make a mess.”

Bryce fucks me harder and faster, one hand at my hip, the other hooked behind my thigh to keep that angle exactly where he wants it. “Yeah,” he says. “I’m in that spot.”

And he is, but I let him stay there on purpose, knowing exactly how dangerously close I am to cumming. My hand’s still stroking Linden’s dick, trying to talk with his balls in my mouth. The consequences are coming. I know they are.

Theodore sets his glass down, the leather crop already in his hand, and the brat in me gets real interested in acting right.

“You’re being a bad girl, Honey. That pussy doesn’t nut until I say so.”

Everybody understands at the same time. They don’t need to be told.

Bryce and Linden finish what they came for, quick—grab their shit and haul ass out the door. Once that crop’s out, he’s ready to have me to himself. That sharing shit is over.

He takes off his jacket, then starts on his shirt, slow, unbothered like I’m not already sitting here ready for him to fuck me. “Spread those legs. Show me what I want to see.”

I sit up, part my thighs wide and guide one hand between them while the other grabs my titty, thumb working over the deep brown of my areola. I give him exactly what he asked for—but only as much as I feel like giving. I know he wants a little more of a show before I gush all over this leather.

“Ahhh, it feels good, Alpha.”

“You’re not giving me everything, Honey. You’re holding back. Don’t do that.”

I smile just a little, even as my body starts to give in. “You like when I do that.” My hand spreads my lips open, my other drops down to make a rotating motion on my clit. “I’m giving you everything, Alpha… you see this?”

I give him my middle and ring finger, hooked inside me, moving faster because I know exactly how to make this pussy show out.

“Good girl. That’s the show I want.” He takes off his shirt, and at fifty-seven, six foot three, and built like that, he’s exactly the kind of man who should be my Dom. His body ripped in the right places, that salt and pepper mustache and full beard sitting just right.

A silver fox in real life.

“Here it comes, Alpha. Here it comes… fuck… fuck… baby…” I scream out, trying to keep my eyes on him, but my head falls back with the pleasure.

He walks up to me, his beard hairs brushing against my chin as his fingers clamp my jawbone. “You fucking know better. That pussy cumming means eyes on me.”

I’m still making a mess, still trying to pull myself back together. “Yes, Alpha… yes, baby…my pussy.”

“Open.”

I already know what to do.

My mouth opens, tongue out, and I feel his warm spit land exactly where he wants it to. I take it, lick my hand, and rub it on my pussy, not looking away from him while I do.

“Again.”

Yeah.

That’s what I was reaching for. His correction. His attention back on me. The reminder that I can play with everybody else in the room, except him.

I open again. He drops more spit on a tongue still marked by balls and dicks that don't belong to him.

“Up.”

I push up off the trestle, legs still a little unsteady, and he steps in close enough to take over from there, hand at my jaw just long enough to turn my face where he wants it before he lets me go again.

“Shower.”

I head that way because we both know he’s coming right behind me.

He’ll clean me himself, taking his time, making sure there’s nothing left on me that didn’t come from him.

And once he’s satisfied with that, he’s going to fuck me, nut in every hole I have, and won’t stop until I’m too gone to give him anything but the safe word.