10. Emma
Alex Ivanov standsin the doorframe, his gaze entirely unreadable in the dim light of the conference room.
My heart pounds as I brace myself for his anger, his disgust, preparing for the worst.
Of everyone to catch me in this position, why did it have to be Alex, my childhood crush? A guy that I’m craving almost as much as Lukas?
To my shock, Alex doesn’t yell or storm out. Instead, he steps into the room and closes the door behind him, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Well, well, well,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “What do we have here?”
I swallow hard. I can feel Lukas tense beside me, his hand still resting on my thigh. I start to try to explain, but Alex cuts me off with a wave of his hand.
“Don’t,” he says, his tone brooking no argument. “I think it’s pretty clear what’s going on.”
My cheeks burn as shame washes over me, mixed with the lingering ache between my legs. There’s a heat in Alex’s gaze I’ve never seen before, a hunger that makes my breath catch in my throat.
He takes a step closer, his eyes raking over my body. “You know, I’ve been watching you, Emma. Watching the way you move, the way you smile. I’ve been wanting to taste you for weeks.”
My eyes widen at his bold words, my pulse pounding in my ears. I can’t believe what I’m hearing, can’t believe that Alex—the man I’ve fantasized about for years—is saying these things to me.
Beside me, Lukas lets out a low chuckle. “Looks like I got to her first, though.”
Alex’s eyes flick to Lukas, a muscle in his jaw twitching. But when his eyes return to me, the heat is back, simmering just below the surface.
“Do you want me, Emma?” Alex’s voice is hypnotic, and I can’t look away from his gaze, need and lust warring with common sense inside me. I should stop this right now.
“I do,” I half-whisper, against my better judgment.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” he says, taking another step forward. “You’re going to finish what you started with Lukas, and I’m going to watch. Then you’re going to come over here and show me what else that pretty mouth of yours can do.”
My breath catches in my throat, desire and panic warring inside me. I know I should say no, should put a stop to this before it goes any further. But the promise in Alex’s eyes, in his voice, is too much to resist.
I’ve been with a lot of guys. There was a period of time during college where I used sex as a bandaid for everything I was feeling about my family. Even to this day, sex is like therapy for me.
But I’ve never been in a situation like this, with two guys, before.
And right now, I want both of these men. If that’s wrong, I don’t want right.
Slowly, I nod.
Alex smiles, sharp and predatory, sending a thrill down my spine. “Good girl.”
He settles into one of the chairs, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. Alex and Lukas lock eyes and have a silent conversation, some sort of masculine battle of wills.
Alex must win, because behind me, Lukas chuckles again, sliding his hand up my thigh. “Shall we continue, then?” Lukas says.
I swallow hard as Lukas’s fingers resume their ministrations. It’s thrilling and terrifying all at once, knowing Alex is watching our every move. His eyes, dark with desire, are glued to the place where Lukas’s hand disappears under my skirt, and I can’t help but imagine what he’s thinking.
What he’s planning to do to me once Lukas has had his fill.
A soft moan escapes my lips as Lukas’s fingers curl inside me, and I see Alex shift in his seat, the bulge in his pants growing larger. He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees as his gaze burns into mine.
“Does he feel good, Emma?” Alex asks, his voice rough. “Do you like having my friend fuck you with his fingers?”
I nod, unable to find my voice. The vulgarity of his words only arouses me further, and I grind down against Lukas’s hand, pleasure growing.
“Look at you,” Alex says with a chuckle. “So desperate to come that you don’t even care who’s watching.” He licks his lips as he looks at me, his eyes roving over my body. “I knew you were a little slut the moment I saw you. It’s about time you gave in to it.”
His words should shame me, but instead, they only stoke the fire burning in my veins. I know he’s goading me, trying to get a reaction, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not when Lukas chooses that moment to slide another finger into me, the stretch and burn of it stealing my breath away.
“Please,” I gasp, no longer caring what I’m asking for. I just need more, everything they’re willing to give me.
Lukas chuckles against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll give you what you need.”
I’m so close now, teetering on the brink, my thighs trembling with the effort of holding myself up. Lukas’s thumb finds my clit and rubs in tight circles, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for us, Emma,” Alex commands, his voice like silk over gravel. “Let us see how pretty you look when you fall apart.”
I whimper, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood. It’s too much, the heat of their gazes, the relentless pleasure of Lukas’s fingers. With a choked cry, I shatter, my body clenching tight around Lukas’s hand as waves of ecstasy crash over me.
“Fuck, Emma,” Lukas groans, working me through it. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come.”
With a wicked grin, Lukas withdraws his fingers, leaving me aching and empty. But before I can protest, he’s spinning me around to face Alex, guiding me down to my knees between the other man’s spread legs.
“Go on then,” Lukas rasps, his hands tangling in my hair. “Show coach what a good little cocksucker you are.”
My cheeks flush at the crudeness of his words, but I don’t hesitate, reaching out with shaking hands to unbuckle Alex’s belt. I can feel the heat of him through his slacks, and my mouth waters in anticipation as I unzip his fly, finally freeing his thick, hard length.
“Fuck, Emma,” Alex groans as I wrap my fingers around him, giving a few experimental strokes.
I lean in, my breath ghosting over Alex’s impressive erection.
He’s larger than I imagined, thick and long, the head flushed a deep purple. I run my tongue along the underside, tracing the prominent vein, and Alex hisses, his hips jerking up involuntarily. He cups the back of my head to guide me where he wants me.
I take him into my mouth, my lips stretching tightly around his girth. He tastes salty and musky, pure male, and I moan around him as I take him deeper.
Behind me, Lukas runs his hands over my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh.
“Look at you,” Alex says approvingly. “Taking my cock like you were made for it.”
I relax my throat, taking Alex even deeper until I feel him bump the back of my throat. He lets out a guttural moan, his fingers tightening in my hair almost painfully. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard as I bob my head up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, Emma, just like that,” Alex pants, his hips rocking up to meet my mouth. “Your mouth is heaven.”
I glance up at him through my lashes and nearly lose my rhythm at the heat in his gaze. His hazel eyes are almost black with lust, his lips parted as he watches me pleasure him.
Knowing I have this effect on him only turns me on more.
Behind me, Lukas’s hands skim higher, pushing my skirt up over my hips to expose my bare ass. His fingers dip between my thighs, finding me dripping wet. I moan around Alex’s cock as Lukas teases my entrance, gathering my arousal.
“So fucking wet still,” Lukas says, a grin and lust in his voice.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Emma?” Alex rasps. “Being on your knees for us, letting us use you however we want.”
I whimper in assent, the vibrations making Alex curse and buck up into my mouth. Lukas chuckles darkly behind me.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Lukas says. “We’re going to take good care of you.”
Without warning, he thrusts two fingers deep inside me again. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, my walls clenching greedily around him. He sets a brutal pace, pumping his fingers hard and fast.
The dual sensations are almost too much—Alex’s cock heavy on my tongue as Lukas fingers me roughly from behind. I’m lost to the pleasure, reduced to mere feeling.
“Look at you, taking it so well at both ends,” Alex growls approvingly. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be stuffed full of cock like the goddess you are.”
I can only moan in response, the lewd wet sounds of Lukas’s fingers moving in and out of me filling the room.
I feel myself racing towards another climax embarrassingly fast, my thighs beginning to tremble.