Page 70 of Captive

It’s a team sport right now.

As I stumble away from her, leaving the warmth of those thighs and that addictive pussy, Ezra takes my place. His jeans are undone, his cock out, and he doesn’t waste time, either. He plunges into her before any of my cum can leak out, and his shoulders shudder in response. Abby wraps her arms around his neck and pulls his top half down, and just like that they’re lost in their own world, a world I know very, very well.

He loves her, too. We all do. We discussed it. We’re going to tell her after this, once we show her the last surprise of the night.

A desk fucking? As amazing as Abby might think it is, we have one more thing up our sleeves.

I lumber for one of the chairs facing the desk, collapsing onto it. I don’t take my eyes off the two at the desk, although from where I now sit, Ezra pretty much blocks all of Abby out. I also don’t bother tucking myself away; my cock hasn’t lost an ounce of its hardness, and I doubt it will. Hell, we might need to go for round two before we show her our other surprise.

The two at the desk are in total unison, Ezra grinding down upon her and Abby taking everything he gives. Their moans fill the air, grunts and groans mixing as the air thickens with sex and desire.

Never thought I’d think this, but it is kind of hot to share the woman you love with the men you’d die for. I thought the three of us couldn’t be closer than we were, but Abby came and proved me wrong.

I can’t sit there and watch for long without doing something, so I take a fist to my cock and stroke myself, my hand working in tandem with the two on the desk. Off to the side, Hawthorne hasn’t moved a single muscle. What impressive self-restraint he must have, to be able to watch them while his cock throbs between his legs and not have to rub one out.

Me? I clearly don’t have that kind of willpower.

My hand doesn’t feel half as good on my cock as her pussy did, but since I can’t bully my way back to her, I have to be patient and wait for round two to begin. I work on my cock, my skin warming anew as I imagine being the one burying myself deep into that tight cunt.

Ezra’s shoulders tense as he thrusts against her, and the sound that leaves him right then is telltale: he’s coming. And just like she did when it was me inside her, her pussy takes every shot of cum he gives her as they both moan out their pleasure.

Only after he’s finished riding that particular high does Hawthorne step toward them and say, “May I?” The man of rules doesn’t want to barge in too quickly; if I was him, if I’d waited this long to have her, I’d be going nuts.

With a nod, Ezra stumbles back, pulling out of her and lazily stuffing himself away as he goes to sit in the chair beside mine. He breathes hard, his cheeks flushed, and when he glances in my direction, all I do is smirk.

Hawthorne moves more methodically, more slowly than I ever could with a hard-on. He runs his hands up Abby’s body, around her full, luscious tits, where he tweaks her nipples and makes her squirm, and then he grabs her by the hips and flips her around so that she’s bent over the edge of the desk instead of hanging off it.

“Ooh,” she purrs out the sound. “Taking charge, huh?”

As he undoes his belt and his pants, as he pulls out his hard cock, he leans over her and whispers, “I suppose I’ve learned a few things from Royal.” From watching me, he means, because we haven’t… I mean, obviously no swords have been crossing here. We’re close, but we’re not that close.

The view of her backside is soon blocked by Hawthorne, who steps behind her and pushes inside her. She breathes out a moan, gripping the desk, and to my surprise he goes at her much harder than he’s ever gone at her before. Hell, anytime I’ve been with them, Abby was the one telling him what to do, how to touch her, what pace to take. This is the first time he’s been the one in charge.

Good for him.

For someone who’s watched two others have her first, he lasts a long time, much longer than I thought he would. He goes at her practically as hard as I did, and the desk beneath them shakes with each thrust. If this room had a hard floor instead of carpet, I don’t doubt we’d hear the legs scrape against it every time.

Hawthorne gives it to her good, so good that my hand slows on my cock. It’s impressive, honestly. I didn’t know he had it in him. Mad respect.

Abby hums with approval, and even though she’s being fucked with vigor, she still manages to murmur, “You’re doing so well, Hawthorne. You should fuck me like this more often.”

Though I can’t see his face, I imagine the man, behind his pleasure-filled exterior, is full of satisfaction, knowing he’s giving it to her exactly how she wants it. You don’t make love on top of a desk. No, you fuck someone on a desk. It’s rough in every aspect.

He has his way with her, and he lasts a lot longer than I thought he would. By the time he comes inside her, he is completely out of breath and a little weak, and he pulls himself out of her and steps aside, leaning on the desk near her in order to catch his breath.

And giving me a nice, long view of that bubbly ass and the cum that’s starting to leak out of her core.

Mmm. A fucking spectacular sight.

I get up and go for her. My cock is ready to explode again. I pick her up and heave her over my shoulder, much like I did earlier when I brought her into the kitchen for cake. I don’t care that she might get cum on my shirt—it’ll be torn off momentarily. There’s only one thing on my mind.

Time for round two, and this time, we’ll be in a fucking bed.

Chapter Twenty-Nine – Ezra

We’re lost in each other for hours. Everything gets hazy for a while. When one of us is tired, another picks up the slack. Royal is like the old Energizer bunny; he keeps go-go-going. The man has wicked stamina, I’ll give him that.

Regardless, it’s late by the time we lay there, on the bed in a heap, our limbs entangled. Only the lamp light on the nightstand is on, giving the room a dull, unearthly glow. Though we’re all exhausted, though we’re all tired, there is still one more thing we have left to surprise her with. Since I’m the one on the outer edge of the bed, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom in order to grab it from Hawthorne’s office.