office, Fox threw the door open. He pulled me inside, slammed the door shut and pushed me up against it as his mouth assaulted mine. His hands went to my jeans and he popped the button. Just as I was running my hands under his tee and Fox was slowly unzipping my jeans, someone cleared their throat from behind us.
I squeaked. Fox spun fast, had a gun drawn from somewhere and pointed it at his friend’s head.
Stoke laughed and said, “I guess you worked out what that dude was doing here and touching her for. Did you forget you sent me in here to wait?”
“Fuck,” Fox hissed. Which told me he had forgotten.
I couldn’t help but laugh. I never thought I’d see the day that Fox forgot something as his passion took over. Fox shook his head and turned back to me. “Don’t you fuckin’ laugh,” he said with a smile, which made me giggle even more. “Goddamn, you keep up the cuteness I’ll just fuck you in front of him.”
My eyes widened and my lips clamped shut. But what surprised me was the tingle of lust, from the thought of someone watching us, sent me to my core. I rubbed my legs together and Fox, being so close, noticed my reaction.
“Hey, be my guest. I wouldn’t mind the show,” Stoke teased.
He leaned closer and whispered so Stoke wouldn’t hear, “You want him to watch me take you, cupcake? Does that turn you on?”
“M-maybe...” I said and bit my bottom lip.
“Christ, it does. I don’t mind having my brother watch. You’re fuckin’ perfect when you come. But he will not touch you. Hear me?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “As long as you’re sure?” I asked.
“Jesus, yes.” Fox pulled my hips forward and slanted his lips across mine. He kissed me fiercely as my hands groped anywhere they could on his body.
“Ah...do you want me to leave?” Stoke asked from behind Fox. He sounded confused.
Instead of answering, Fox turned and pulled me over to the front of the desk. As I breathed heavily, he placed my hands on the desk where Stoke sat on the other side in my office chair.
Stoke licked his lips. His eyes were hooded. I gasped when my jeans were pulled roughly down my legs. “Fuck me,” Stoke hissed.
“Step outta them, cupcake.” I did as I was told and I was rewarded with Fox’s hands running up my legs to my butt. I felt his chin on my shoulder. I just knew he was looking at Stoke because as I watched, Stoke turned to look back at Fox. “You look. You watch, but you never fuckin’ touch. She’s mine. You get me?” Fox asked.
Stoke licked his lips again, and for once, he refrained from any wise cracks. His eyes were serious and held desire as he nodded slowly.
My heart rate took off. Oh, my God, this was thrilling, sexy and hot all at the same time. Never in my life had I thought it would be that wild to have someone watch as another man, who I adored, take me.
“You wet already, precious?” Fox asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he slid two fingers inside of me. “Fuck, you’re drenched. You like to be watched, cupcake. That’s damn hot.” He got in closer to me so his body leaned over mine as his fingers pushed in and out of me. “Stoke, her pussy is so ready for me. Should I take her?”
Stoke cleared his throat and uttered, “Yes.”
Fox removed his fingers. I felt his hand working to undo his jeans. I moaned, my head thrusting back, as he slid his erection inside me slowly.
“Shit,” Stoke whispered. I looked back down at him; his chest was rising up and down fast. Fox gripped my hips and started to move faster, pounding into me, sounds of our flesh slapping against each other echoed around the room.
“Isn’t she fuckin’ beautiful?” Fox asked. His arms came around my chest and he pulled me up more. Then one hand slid down to my waist, and glided over my bare stomach. My tee must have come up, Fox pushed it up further with his hand and cupped my breast, squeezing.
“Damn exquisite,” Stoke answered. I opened my eyes and moved my head
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