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Not really. At all.
Following Cole’s instructions, she somehow draped herself partially over Des’s lap with one knee on the floor, ass tipped in the air. Cole shoved up her skirt and air streamed over her bare bottom. To distract herself from Cole’s looming presence, she tentatively wrapped her hand around Des’s cock, gasping again at the heat of his flesh. He was on fucking fire and so hard she knew her flush had returned.
This time it had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with lust.
“You like that, love?” Cole brushed her hair away from her face, the gesture surprisingly tender. She glanced back at him, questions on the tip of her tongue. Questions she couldn’t ask Des when he was being so silent and broody.
Des tapped her cheek, indicating she accept the swollen length she barely managed to grip in her fist. “Suck.”
She nodded, leaning forward so eagerly that both men chuckled. As strange as this whole scenario was, she’d wanted Des forever. She’d take him however she could get him.
She sealed her slick lips over the head of his dick and moaned at the first salty taste of him. More precome pulsed out of his slit as she slid her hand up and down. He was so big that she couldn’t figure out how to maneuver him at first. Soon she settled into a rhythm that had him gulping air.
God, she loved sucking cock, and it had been so long since she’d done it. She especially loved sucking Des’s cock.
Cole cupped the cheeks of her ass, rubbing gently, and she startled, biting down. Des hissed and yanked her hair. “Careful.”
“Sorry,” she said around Des’s length, her lips curving at her boss’s strangled grunt. She dove back down, taking him deep, not stopping until her nose pressed into the thatch of dense dark curls in his groin. His musky scent caused her to moan and unintentionally take him farther. He snatched a handful of her hair and directed her up and down, forcing her to move faster than she would have on her own.
The wet glugging sounds she was making might’ve embarrassed her if Cole hadn’t been stroking her ass again, his fingers darting between her cheeks and down below to her cleft. She wiggled to try to get him to actually penetrate her, but he slipped back, his damp fingers trailing over her ass before he lifted his hand.
And brought it down hard.
She yelped and drew off Des’s cock, managing not to use her teeth. Barely.
“Uh uh. None of that.” Des urged her back down, feeding her his length. “Cole’s going to spank you, and you’re going to suck.”
She pulled away long enough to answer. “I might maim you.”
He laughed and rubbed his thumb over her upper lip. “I’d like to see you try.”
The edge in his voice took her off-guard and she wasn’t prepared when Cole’s caresses led to another slap. Then another and another. She buried her face against Des’s stomach, drawing in deep breaths of his scent, and he held her head, cradled it even, as Cole peppered her ass with smacks. In between he rubbed her cheeks, stoking the heat higher and higher until her mortification turned into something that burned deep in her belly. She writhed under his hand, craving more of that feeling, and Des slipped his fingers into her mouth, giving her an outlet for her need to bite and moan.
“You like that? Your ass on fire? Your pussy dripping?” Cole spoke this time, proving the veracity of his question by dragging his fingers down her soaked cleft.
All she could do was nod.
“She likes it well enough to be honest. Which was the whole point.” Des caught her in his probing stare. “Why were you in Cole’s office?”
With her inhibitions ripped away, there was only the truth. “I wanted to get away from the crowd for a minute. I came in the back door. This…this was the closest empty room.”
Instead of a slap, she got a stroke, one that made her arch and whimper from the velvety thrill of Cole’s hand sliding over her sore bottom.
Des reached down and unclipped her stinging nipples, giving her a moment of gasping relief before he clipped them again. “You didn’t come here looking for Cole.”
“No.” The word was a moan.
“But you thought you held his shirt while you touched yourself.”
She’d known exactly whose shirt she held. She recognized Des’s aftershave. Heat blasted over her face and she pressed it against his muscled abdomen. More smacks rained on her butt.
“No…” It was all she could get out before Des pushed her back down on his cock.
She worked him hard, making those wet, urgent sounds that seemed to push him closer to the edge. She cupped his balls, moaning herself at his violent jerk when she squeezed. Holding him, so strong and vulnerable, in her hand, in her mouth, made her eyes smart and her clit ache. She wanted him inside her.
Whatever the consequences, he’d taken her this far. He couldn’t leave her now.
As soon as she had the thought, he nudged her away. She was staring at him, trying to figure out what she’d done wrong when Cole drew her up and shoved her belly-first on the desk. For a moment, she’d almost forgotten he was there.
