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“Who is this person?” His voice is deadly calm. Trip suddenly shoves four fingers into me.
“He’s not around anymore!” I cry out. “He’s gone. Dead.”
Trip and Grant say nothing, but I notice when Grant looks over me at Trip. Suddenly, Trip’s fingers start to work me back up, which doesn’t take much effort now that he’s prevented me from falling apart countless times. Just when I think he’s going to let me finish this time, the fingers inside of me disappear. Trip’s hand disappears from my neck, and he steps back.
“On your knees, dollface,” Grant orders.
It takes a great deal of effort not to allow my bottom lip to jut out like a petulant child. Without much grace, I sink to my knees.
“I need to get to work,” I mutter.
“You’ll get there.” Grant nods before waving his hand at Trip. “You can thank Trip for your punishment with your mouth.”
My body is a bundle of nerves. I’m beyond desperate at this point to find some relief. If I play along, will they give that to me? Swallowing back my pride, I turn on my knees to face Trip. He doesn’t even spare me a glance. His eyes are only for Grant.
“Pull my dick out and get to work,” he orders.
I reach up and fumble with his belt buckle. When I’ve managed to undo it, I unbutton and unzip his pants. His dick is ready for me, straining to break free. I caress him. At this point, I’m not above marveling at the veins and length before me. My core clenches around nothing, wishing thatthiswas inside me right now. I lean forward and lick the head of Trip’s dick slowly. Then I tease it gently, circling it with my tongue and then sucking the soft tip.
There’s no missing the shaky breath he takes. With a chuckle, deep and sultry, I take Trip into my mouth. I make sure to make it a slow tease as I take him all the way to the back of my throat. The sound he makes draws my attention up to his face. There, I find that his gaze has dropped down to watch me. Our eyes meet.
Beyond his tense stare, I know there’s a man who’s been struggling. His father has cancer and he had been at a loss for how to help. Knowing that he’s all about pride and appearances, the fact that he came over here and thanked me for helping… It shows there’s a real man under all these rough edges.
A hot, caring, and fiercely protective man. He’s just a little broken. Just how I like them. My core spasms, jealous that my mouth has the honor of wrapping around this fine, devious, broken man.
I hold his gaze and watch as his pupils become blown. When the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat, I purposefully swallow around him. His sharp gasp doubles in volume as I try to take him further and choke violently. My tongue caresses the bottom of his dick, curving around it and stroking. When I bob my head, Trip snarls and jerks his hips forward.
“What’s this?”
I don’t look over at the sounds of Grant’s voice. Instead, I keep my eyes pinned to Trip’s face. The hardness in it begins to crumble. His expression twists with both pain and pleasure.
“Homemade tamales?” I can hear Grant take a bite and hum thoughtfully. “Delicious. I didn’t realize we had a cook at our disposal. I’ll keep this in mind.”
I suck on Trip hard, willing him to cum. A corner of his upper lip curls, showing me a glimpse of his teeth. His hands come down to hold either side of my face, holding me in place. Suddenly, he’s back in charge, fucking my face hard and fast. I try to relax, allowing him complete access to my throat.
Take what you want, I urge with my eyes.
It takes another few moments, but when Trip does find his release, he does so loudly. His cum shoots into the back of my mouth. I swallow it without complaint. When he’s done, his thumb strokes my face before he pulls his dick free.
“Go reapply your makeup. You look like a slut with your mascara running down your cheeks,” Trip orders, looking away from me.
“Wait!” I look from him to Trip who spares me a bored look. “W-what about me?”
“You think you deserve to cum?” Grant scoffs before taking another bite of my tamales.
“Why wouldn’t I? I answered your questions!”
“Do we really have to spell it out for you?” Trip snaps, shoving his dick into his pants. “You ran from me yesterday, and you didn’t open the door this morning. You refused to tell me what made you upset, and then I had to work the details out of you.”
“Not to mention, you played with yourself last weekend,” Grant drawls. “While we appreciated the visual, if we find out you’ve been touching yourself again, you’ll be in trouble. Even your orgasms are ours.”
Trip snarls. “You’re lucky I don’t force a vibrator up your ass and make you wear it all day while we control it for that insolence.”
Grant laughs. “I like that imagea lot.” When his amusement dies down, he looks at me. “You heard Trip. If you want to get to work on time, you better start moving.”
My hands ball into fists as I glare at the both of them. I scramble to my feet when my heated gaze does nothing but draw out laughter from them both. With as much grace as I can, I pull back up my underwear and yank down my skirt. As I hurry to the bathroom Grant calls,
“Don’t you dare touch yourself in there!”
