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“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.
And then he was really there, sliding his condom-covered cock inside her liquid sex. She cried out, stunned that he’d given her no warning. Stunned she could want him to fuck her when she so craved the man watching them silently. But Cole was sexy too, and she’d always liked him. She definitely appreciated the way he surged inside her with no reservations whatsoever.
She swallowed the moans so insistently working their way up her throat and pulled on the dangling crystals on her nipples, inciting an answering echo in her core. He fucked her just right, hitting her G-spot with a precision that made her sob with all the pent-up passion she’d held back for so long.
Somehow he knew when she couldn’t take the anticipation anymore. He pushed her down and started ramming in and out, grinding her clit against the desk. She bit her forearm to stifle her scream as she convulsed around Cole’s thick, thrusting length.
“That’s it, babydoll. Come on me.” He slapped her ass almost as an afterthought, then plunged deeper, harder. His orgasm rocked through him, driving him into her so fiercely that she drew blood on her arm in her attempt to stay quiet from the residual aftershocks.
Holy crap, she’d never come like that before. He’d practically split her open with his intensity. And she’d adored every second.
When Cole pulled out, murmuring an apology—for what, she had no clue—she turned over as he aimed an arrogant grin at Des.
He pointed at Des’s unflagging cock. “Want me to take care of that for you?”
She barely registered the scene in front of her. Des shrugging. Cole bending to suck Des’s cock, his lips slicking over the head with the kind of skill that suggested lots of practice. Des fisting his best friend’s hair much harder than he’d done with hers and yanking him up and down his dick so viciously she feared Cole would choke.
Fascinated, stunned, she reclined on her elbows on the desk and shuddered from the naked lust on the two men’s faces. She twisted the clips on her nipples and bowed up at the ache that twanged deep below.
Cole reached down with his free hand, working his cock, still wet from her juices, making it rigid again. She debated crawling between his legs and sucking him off. Before she could move, Des came hard, his ass lifting off the chair as he pumped his release into Cole’s waiting throat.
Wendy bit her lip on a moan, so turned on she couldn’t speak. She’d known they were close, but she’d never guessed…this.
Des turned his head. His eyes blazed in the faint light. “Break time’s over. You have a party to get back to, don’t you, Ms. Stanton?”
Chapter Four
The rest of the party passed in a blur. Wendy did her best to socialize, though she couldn’t find her panties. Somehow their loss felt much more shameful than Des and Cole’s unusual strategy to get her to tell the truth.
And come like a faucet.
They’d demanded she kneel and give a blowjob and take a spanking and she’d never once felt as if she didn’t have a choice. Along with their repeated reminders that she could leave, she had no doubts about the kind of men they were. They wouldn’t push her into more than she could handle.
So maybe that part was wrong.
