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“I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, Gumby, but I think it’s something we need to talk about. It’s okay to want Screw. It’s okay to want him to want you. And it’s okay for the three of us to fuck like we’ve been doing. And anyone who says differently doesn’t matt—oof.”
Her back met the door as Gumby descended on her. His mouth took hers, cutting off any additional words and scrambling her brain until she couldn’t even remember what they’d been talking about.
The lingering flavor of coffee tickled her senses and had an odd sense of pride surging alongside the lust. Something about being the one to feed him, take care of him got her going even more.
“Gumby,” she said on a gasp as his sinful mouth began a trail of hot kisses down her neck. “I’m at work.”
“Don’t give a fuck.” His mouth latched on to her collar bone sending a shiver down her spine. “Just don’t scream when you come.”
Oh, shit. “That’s gonna be hard.”
“I’m fucking hard.”
The growled response had her giggling.
As his mouth returned to hers, his hands hiked the short denim skirt up and over her ass. The cold wood of the door met her skin at the same time he slid a long finger into her and she couldn’t stem the sharp cry from flying out here mouth.
“Shh,” he crooned as his other hand covered her mouth. “Wouldn’t want me to have to stop because someone knocked on that door, would we?”
She shook her head behind his hand. Another finger joined the first, stroking her inner walls and weakening her knees. In the back of her mind, she knew this might all be a ploy to stop talking about his sexual orientation, but it felt so goddammed good she’d die if she didn’t get the chance to come soon.
She rocked her hips, riding his hand as he fingered her closer and closer to an explosive climax.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you want.”
Her eyes fell closed, head hitting the door with a loud clunk.
Gumby chuckled. “If no one comes to check after hearing that, we might need to worry about what your coworkers think of you.”
She could barely process his words, just moaned in response because though he spoke with a calm, almost unaffected tone, his fingers were working fucking magic inside her.
He hit a particularly sensitive spot, making her eyes fly open and her hands reach for his. As she held him in place, he cocked his head. “Feel good?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
God, how she wanted to scream out her pleasure, but his palm prevented it. As he watched her climb higher, his grin grew predatory. There was something so erotic and slightly forbidden about him holding her captive against the door with his hand covering her mouth.
Just as she was reaching the pinnacle, as her pussy began to pulse around his skillful fingers, he pulled them from her sex.
Her muffled, “Nooo,” was met with a dark, almost desperate chuckle.
“Need to fucking taste you,” he said seconds before he dropped to his knees and buried his face against her pussy.
Thank God that he was tall enough to keep muzzling her, because the second his tongue hit her clit, she screamed into his palm. God, the man was a fucking pussy maestro, licking and sucking until her legs trembled with astonishing force.
She gripped his hair, unsure if she wanted to hold him close or shove him away as the sensations grew almost too intense. He took the decision away from her when he gripped her ass with both hands, holding her firmly against his hungry mouth as his tongue lashed her clit.
Jazz bit her lower lip, needing something to smother her cries now that her mouth was free.
The moment he glided those fingers back inside her, she knew it was only a matter of seconds. Then when his lips wrapped around her clit, giving a hard suck, Jazz erupted. She brought her hand up to her mouth, biting the fleshy pad of her thumb as a powerful climax stole through her. Her pussy clamped on his fingers, holding him right where she wanted him. She gripped his hair so hard, she’d owe him an apology later, but all her muscles had locked up in the throes of orgasm and she couldn’t have controlled them if she tried.
“Holy shit,” she whispered as the mighty contractions slowed to trembling ripples.
“Fuck, you taste good.” Gumby said. He stood, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as she righted her skirt.
“I need to sit.” She stumbled her way to her desk chair as he chuckled behind her.
When she flopped onto the soft leather, he gave her a smirk. “Gotta go, beautiful. Copper’s waiting.”
Guess she wouldn’t be returning that particular favor right now. With a wink, he left her sprawled in her chair feeling like a pile of goo.
