CHAPTER FIVE
DINNER WITHOUT STAFF
After the wives came, the room became quieter.
Not calmer.
The silence had weight now.
Helena remained on the floor between my knees, her mouth wet from me. I held her face for one second longer than necessary. She kissed the inside of my wrist before standing.
Marcus looked at the mark her lipstick had left on my thigh.
Nathan looked at the shine on her mouth.
No one pretended the written rules had prepared us for the exact sight.
“Business tomorrow,” I said.
Marcus opened his trousers.
“You already said that.”
His cock came free.
Blackthorn had taught me the size under silver light and anonymity. My library gave it back with his name, his company, his wife, and the threat he had carried into my home.
Large.
Thick.
Hard enough that Helena’s eyes moved to it even after years of marriage.
Nathan followed her gaze.
Jealousy crossed both husbands at once.
Good.
Equal men needed equal wounds.
I stood.
Nathan opened his own trousers.
Helena looked at my husband.
I watched her see him without a mask for the first time in a room that belonged to us.
Nathan was not Marcus’s size.
He was the shape my body knew before thought. Thick, controlled, hard because he had watched another woman make me come and because I had ordered him to sit while it happened.
Marcus looked at him.
No joke.
No crude comparison.
The respect was physical and reluctant.
Helena came beside me.
“Which one?” she asked.
“Not ours.”
Her mouth curved.
We crossed.
I knelt in front of Marcus.
Helena knelt in front of Nathan.
The men stood facing each other over their rival’s wife.
I wrapped one hand around Marcus’s base.
My fingers did not meet.
Helena looked across at me with Nathan’s cock in her hand.
“Still think business comes first?” she asked.
“This is due diligence.”
Nathan laughed once.
Marcus did not.
His hand entered my hair.
“Open.”
I looked up at him.
“Ask better.”
The rivalry moved into his jaw.
Then he adjusted.
“Take my cock, Victoria.”
Direct.
No threat.
I opened my mouth.
The head filled it immediately. Heavy on my tongue. I licked the slit and tasted salt. Marcus’s breath changed above me.
Across the space, Helena took Nathan into her mouth.
My husband’s eyes remained on me.
I took Marcus deeper in answer.
The first inches stretched my lips. His hand guided, not forcing, and the control made me want more.
Helena’s mouth moved along Nathan’s shaft.
He caught her hair.
“Look at your wife,” I told Marcus around the head.
Marcus looked.
Helena released Nathan long enough to smile.
“He is watching.”
“Good.”
I took Marcus again.
Nathan’s hand tightened in Helena’s hair.
“Tell my wife what you have.”
Helena looked at me.
“Her husband’s cock in my mouth.”
The words tightened my cunt.
Marcus felt my hand react around him.
“Jealous?” he asked.
I pulled off his cock.
“Very.”
“Good.”
Nathan’s eyes sharpened at Marcus using the word.
This time he let it pass.
I licked the full length of Marcus slowly, making both men watch. Helena mirrored me along Nathan. Rival wives kneeling on the library carpet, mouths moving on the wrong husbands, eyes connected over bodies built by different histories.
Marcus pushed deeper.
My lips reached halfway down.
He was too large to take carelessly.
That made the attempt part of the desire.
“Every inch?” he asked.
Nathan looked at me.
The old provocation.
I answered both men.
“Not yet.”
Marcus’s control tightened.
“You took more in Scotland.”
“You had a mask.”
“That made me smaller?”
“It made you easier to forget.”
Helena laughed around Nathan’s cock.
Marcus’s hand tightened in my hair.
Jealousy made him push one inch deeper.
I gagged.
Nathan moved immediately.
“Careful.”
One word.
The room stopped.
Marcus looked at him.
I kept Marcus in my mouth and held up one hand.
Not stop.
Stay.
Nathan stayed.
Marcus eased back enough for me to breathe.
No apology inside the scene.
Only adjustment.
I took him again because I chose to.
This time deeper.
My eyes watered. Saliva ran over my lower lip. Marcus watched his rival’s wife work to receive him while Nathan watched every movement.
Across from us, Helena held Nathan at the base and took him until her lips met her hand.
The men found a rhythm.
Not thrusting against each other.
Competing through the women who had chosen the room.
I reached between my legs and touched my wet cunt.
Helena saw.
She released Nathan and crawled across the carpet without standing.
Marcus remained in my mouth when she reached me.
She kissed my fingers, then licked my wetness from them.
Nathan groaned.
Helena placed her mouth on my cunt from below while Marcus’s cock filled my mouth from above.
The geometry became filthy and precise.
Marcus in my mouth.
Helena between my legs.
Nathan watching his rival’s wife eat me while I sucked her husband.
No one came.
That became the second contest.
Nathan stood behind Helena and put one hand between her thighs. She moaned against my cunt. Marcus felt the sound vibrate through my body and pushed deeper.
I caught his thighs.
“Tell him,” Helena said against me.
I pulled off Marcus long enough to breathe.
“My husband has his fingers inside your wife while your cock is in my mouth.”
Marcus looked down at Helena.
Nathan curled his fingers.
Her body jerked.
“How does she feel?” Marcus asked.
Nathan’s eyes stayed on him.
“Wet. Tight. Still coming down from Victoria’s mouth.”
Marcus’s cock pulsed near my lips.
I licked the head.
“And yours?” Nathan asked.
Marcus looked at me.
“Hungry.”
“Not enough.”
The demand belonged to all of us now.
Marcus touched my lower lip with his cock.
“Your wife wants every inch and hates that she does.”
My cunt clenched around nothing.
Helena felt it with her tongue.
Nathan’s face changed.
That was the point.
We continued until every body stood on the edge of orgasm and the library smelled of fire, whisky, sex, and rain-damp wool from abandoned coats.
Then I stopped.
I removed Marcus from my mouth and caught Helena by the hair.
“Enough.”
Four people froze.
Marcus looked almost offended.
Nathan looked proud.
Helena licked her lips.
“Cruel executive.”
“Business tomorrow.”
Nathan removed his hand from inside Helena.
Marcus put himself away slowly.
The denial stayed in the room like another guest.
I stood, knees unsteady, and straightened my dress.
“Eleven tomorrow,” I told Marcus. “Sterling boardroom. Bring governance terms.”
He closed his belt.
“And after?”
I looked at Helena.
She still knelt on our carpet with my wetness on her mouth.
“After, we see which couple can separate wanting from winning.”
Marcus helped his wife stand.
Nathan came beside me.
The rival couples faced each other fully dressed enough to leave and aroused enough to make leaving hurt.
The meeting had ended without a completed orgasm for either husband.
That was not mercy.
It was leverage none of us had promised not to use.