Chapter 6 - Skylar
Chapter six
Skylar
Ifollow Mark down the hall, gazing over the balcony railing to see that the party is dying down on the first floor. A lot of people have moved on to a bar, no doubt, or gone home to spend the long holiday weekend with their families.
The office is decorated in a winter color palette, likely to avoid HR issues associated with a Christmas theme.
Everything is covered in silver, white, and blue.
Even the potted Ficus plants are draped in silvery tinsel.
It's festive and fun, yet the only thing I can concentrate on is the persistent throbbing between my thighs and the delicious fullness in my ass as Mark takes me to the next phase of the evening.
I bite my lip. I'm giddy with anticipation, already primed for another orgasm and desperate to know when they’re going to remove the plug and replace it with something far more intense.
I knew what I signed up for tonight, but even in my wildest dreams, I couldn't have imagined how into it these guys would be. And not for the first time since I got their invitation, I wonder why they’re offering to make this happen for me?
Hunter joked in one of our text exchanges that this is an unofficial year-end bonus, but I’ve already turned in my equipment to HR, and now I'm locked out of email.
I'm no longer an employee. Why would they go out of their way to make my sex fantasies come true?
It can't be that hard to find someone who wants to be shared by three of the hottest bachelors in town.
I tamp down the small, hopeful voice that whispers about love and forever, knowing full well that my deepest desire is to be shared by these three men for more than a night.
My silly, romantic thoughts are interrupted when Mark bangs on Paul's office door. He tries the knob, but it's locked, and there is no response from inside.
Hearing us in the hallway, Hunter comes out of his office and pulls out his phone with a roll of his eyes. He scrolls and taps before holding out the phone to me.
"Ms. Miller, please ask Mr. Ludlow to join us in my office."
I swallow hard, taking the phone as my heart beats harder in anticipation of hearing his voice. Just as I think it's about to go to voicemail, he picks up.
"What?" Paul's stern demand hits me straight between my legs, and a rush of desire immediately coats the inside of my thighs. Where did my panties go?
I clear my throat before responding. "Mr. Ludlow?" I start, turning away from the other two guys watching me intently. "Could you please join us in Mr. Warner's office at your earliest convenience?"
The silence on the other end of the line is deafening, and I wonder again why he hasn't answered his door. Paul is largely misunderstood around the office. I primarily worked remotely, only having to come in to headquarters occasionally, but I noticed a lot of EcoStarTech employees practically ran in the opposite direction when they saw him coming. He can be controlling and direct, maybe even unreasonably grumpy at times. But the truth is, he demands the best of his workers because he’s so hard on himself. I admire that about him.
"I'd really love to see you in Mr. Warner's office," I say, my voice coming out breathy even to my own ears. "I hope you can join us, sir."
I hang up the phone and hand it back to Hunter. His fingers graze mine, and a spark of electricity jolts through my hand.
Don't let your heart get involved, girl. Holly's voice of reason pops up at the exact moment I need it.
And, oh boy, do I need it now.
I eye the two men in front of me, who are perusing my body slowly. Neither of them looks like they've had their fill of me yet, and my sappy heart is desperate to misinterpret some of the heat headed my way as love.
"After you, Ms. Miller." Hunter holds his arm out toward his open office door, and little butterflies erupt in my stomach.
Almost instantly, a flicker of sadness crosses into the delirious lust that courses through my body. When I walk back through this office door again, am I headed straight for a cab? I tamp down the depressing thought, even though I know it's in my future after the evening is over.
"Ms. Miller's exit interview was unsatisfactory," Mark informs his partner.
Hunter tsks in response as he closes the door behind him. "Unacceptable." He turns his gaze to me. "What do you have to say for yourself, Ms. Miller?"
"I—"
The door to Hunter's office opens, and Paul enters the room. He turns his bright blue eyes my way, and I suck in a quick breath. His dark hair is such a contrast to the lightness of his eyes that I'm always mesmerized by the combination.
I start to smile and greet him, then I remember we're in a scene, so I squeeze my thighs together and gaze intently at Mark.
"I apologize. I’d like to make it up to you." My gaze bounces from Hunter to Paul, who watches me with his back against the door like he hasn't decided if he's staying. "To all of you."
Hunter nods. "I've already had the pleasure of finding out what you can do with your mouth, but I've been dying to taste you."
He lies on the couch, and I walk toward him.
"Take it off." Mark's voice is sharp and commanding, coming from behind me, and I gasp a little in surprise. He's usually sweet and a little reserved, but the man can clearly crack a whip when he needs to.
Oh, fuck, do I love a filthy teddy bear.
I turn around quickly, facing Mark again.
Paul has moved to a seat behind the table, and although he hasn't said a word, he watches me intently.
I reach to my side, loosening the knot that holds my dress together.
One quick pull and it drops to the floor.
My gaze never leaves Mark's as I reach between my breasts and unclasp the tiny rhinestone front closure.
I slip my hands through the straps and drop the lacy bra to the floor as my breasts fall free.
A quick intake of breath comes from the corner where Paul sits, but Mark commands my attention.
"Holy fuck, Skylar," Mark rasps.
I raise my eyebrows in surprise as he breaks character.
A sudden movement from behind startles me as Hunter jumps off the couch and runs to stand next to Mark. He stares at my naked breasts, and I bite my lip when he licks his lips like he can't wait to get his mouth on me.
"What happened to your panties, Ms. Miller?" Hunter asks after a moment of silence.
"I never got them back after the exit interview," I answer sweetly.
Mark shrugs as Hunter's accusing gaze swings to him. "Company property."
I bite my lip to hide my smile as Hunter's eyes narrow at Mark like he wishes he’d thought of that.
Hunter grabs my hand and pulls me over to the couch. He lies down along the entire length, and I hesitate, not sure where I'm supposed to go.
"Sit on my face, Ms. Miller."
"What?" I ask, genuinely horrified and definitely not willing to smother him with my vagina. "Um, no."
Hunter frowns. "Excuse me?"
My cheeks heat. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
"Skylar."
I turn quickly toward Paul as my name rolls off his tongue. His eyes drop to my breasts, and my nipples instantly pucker under the intensity of his gaze.
He swallows hard before speaking again. "Do as Mr. Warner asks, Ms. Miller."
Paul's deep, commanding voice leaves no room for argument, yet...
"But I'll crush him," I protest, knowing it's not in the rules, but unable to contemplate what they’re asking me to do.
"Oh, please." Hunter tugs on my hand, turning me around quickly.
He pulls me down on top of him and slams his lips to mine in a punishing kiss. One knee is up on the couch, but the rest of my body is splayed awkwardly across his. He tugs me flat against him as if I weigh nothing.
I give in to his kiss, lying naked on his hard body, his cock thickening against my thigh through the fabric of his pants. His tongue tortures me with promises, and I'm back in the moment. He's my sexy boss, whom I have to obey. If he wants me to ride his face, well, giddy-up, Mr. Warner.
He slaps my ass cheek hard, and it's like a direct hit to my core. I moan loudly against his mouth, and he breaks away.
"Sit on my face, Ms. Miller," Hunter says softly but sternly.
I eye his mouth one more time before crawling up and straddling his face, hovering so I don't put all my weight on him. He growls and grips my thighs, pulling me down hard.
"Yes!" I call out my pleasure when his tongue finds my sensitive clit. "Oh, God, fuck!"
He's relentless, and I'm riding his face within seconds.
Mark walks over to the sofa and pulls my hands off the armrest, laying me flat over the side so my ass is in the air, but keeping me at the right height for Hunter's task. Mark waves a slightly larger plug in front of my eyes before heading behind me.
Hunter is fucking my core with his tongue, ravaging my pussy like he's never going to stop, and the flickers of an orgasm lick at my spine.
Mark tugs, pushing and pulling at the butt plug, and I've never felt anything so amazing in my entire life.
"Oh, God, yes, thank you!" I moan as he plays with me. With one final tug, the plug is gone. "Oh, fuck." I mourn the loss for one brief moment, while trying not to panic that I’ve shit myself. Then something hard pushes against my back entrance.
"Relax, baby. Let me get this in. We need to stretch you out a little more for later."
Later? This isn't it? My heart soars, and I breathe deeply, trying to relax as he pushes the larger toy into me.
"Turn it on first," Paul says.
I glance over my shoulder. We lock eyes as a vibration teases my back hole. I close my eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure.
"Oh, yes! Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!" I moan.
Hunter picks up his pace on my clit as Mark pushes the head of the plug past my tight muscles. "Oh, God, oh God." My eyes fly open as the plug settles into place. I'm panting hard, moaning out my pleasure.
The sound of a zipper greets me as Mark runs his hand along the length of my naked body, and goosebumps break out on my skin. Then Mark is in front of me, pumping his hard length with his fist.
Oh, my god.
I've never seen a cock so long in my life, and my whole body squeezes with the thought of riding him later.
I reach for him greedily. He walks in front of me, letting me wrap my fist around him and pull him into my mouth. The head of his cock is already at the back of my throat, and I haven't even taken him in fully yet.
"Oh, yes! Fuck," Mark grits out, like he's trying to hold back until I'm ready. Truthfully, I don't know if I'll ever be ready for thrusting during a blow job with this anaconda.
Holy shit.
But I want to please him, so I soften my throat and take him as deep as I can.
"Oh, fuck, baby, yes!" Mark moans loudly as I swallow over and over, trying to milk his cock with my throat.
He pulls out, letting me catch my breath, my drool a sloppy mess on his beautiful dick, the sight of which only seems to spur him on as he pushes into my mouth again.
I bob back and forth on his hard length, pumping him with my fist as I ride Hunter's face harder.
Hunter grips my ass cheeks, holding me in place, and I moan loudly around Mark's cock as the guys force me to take my pleasure at their pace.
"Fuck, yes!" Mark feeds me his cock. "Take it, baby. You're so good at this. Such a good girl," he praises.
I can't take any more. My whole body clenches, my orgasm squeezing the butt plug tightly as I sob out my release. My mouth is full of Mark's cock, so I emit a guttural sound that makes both men moan.
"I'm coming!" Mark shouts.
He tries to remove his cock from my mouth, but I mumble, "Mine!" and grip him tightly as I gaze up at him through my lashes. Mark's entire face crumples with pleasure as his hot, salty cum fills my mouth.
"Oh, God, yes. Fuck. Fuck," Mark chants as I continue to suck every last drop into my mouth until I've milked him dry.
I release his cock with a loud pop and slump against the armrest. I try to lift my leg to let Hunter breathe again, but he pulls me down, planting small kisses all over my soft belly.
Mark tucks his cock away and strides to the desk, pulling a bunch of tissues from the fancy box. He holds them to me, but I lock eyes with him, showing him my empty tongue and licking my lips.
"Oh, fuck, that's hot," Mark breathes, leaning over to kiss me.
It's not as feral as Hunter's kisses. It's sweet and strong, his tongue playing with mine in a sensual movement that has me dizzy when he pulls away.
His dark brown eyes skate across my face, and he plants one more soft kiss against my lips before standing upright again.
Paul's deep voice fills the quiet that follows.
"Upstairs. Now."