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Gripping my cock harder, I work my shaft quicker. Rubbing my tip, which is leaking precum, with my thumb. While I picture how Banksy must be looking right now, just inches from me, spread open for my brother. Her head thrown back, and her back arched, with her short legs wrapped around his waist, taking every inch of him inside of her. Gripping it with everything she has, chasing the feeling she most desires.
I hope she makes a mess all over this bastard's desk, so he knows what happened here tonight. All of these perfect thoughts are enough to get me off.
My cock swells, and my movements become more rapid with need, chasing my own release. I spread my legs wider as my balls tighten, and cum shoots out of my tip. I can feel the warm release on my fingers and I continue to work myself.
Landon lets a deep grunt out, the slapping noise becomes quicker. By now Banksy must be trembling from him cuming inside her. She fucking loves when we cum inside her, it’s her way of claiming ownership without people knowing, except for her and us. What a fucking woman.
My cock begins to soften as my orgasm ends. I release it and let it fall between my legs, hoping some of the excess drips onto his chair. I grin, thinking about Coach seeing our treats left behind.
“Good little girl, Banks.” Landon rasps.
“Thank you,” she responds sweetly through her panting. I hear movement in front of me, they must be putting their pants back on. I stand and do the same, feeling the edge of the desk to navigate myself around to the front.
My shoulder grazes hers, and I wrap my arm around her, bringing her close to me. “You did so good, Banksy. I came from just hearing you. It was fucking perfect.”
She nestles closer to me, wrapping both her arms around my torso. “Thank you, Hudson.”
I kiss the top of her head when the door opens, Landon is standing in the light and I nod at him. Letting go of Banksy, we walk toward the hall, and Landon flips the blinds open again.
As we wait for him, Raiden and Adams walk by with Smiley tailing them, they give us a quick wink. Smiley is distracted by something on his phone and doesn’t even look up, “Hey, Ms.Lewis. Looking fresh.” Then continues his walk to the dressing room to shower and change.
Banks looks like she wants to crawl in a hole and hide.
“Banksy, those two know. We talked to them earlier, asking them to give us fifteen minutes before leaving the weight room. And, well, Smiley was just flirting with you. Like most of the guys already do.” Her face is still mortified, not taking anything I have said as comforting.
“Banks. It’s fine. They won’t say anything. They will watch out for you. If they hear any rumblings of anyone catching on to us, they will let us know. It’s ok. We got you.” She nods.
“No. It’s fine. It’s all fine. I mean worse case, I get fired and labeled a predator of college boys. Right?” We both burst out laughing. She is the last person who would ever be considered a fucking predator.
“Don’t laugh at me. This is very possible.” She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest.
Landon grabs her shoulders, rubbing them and forcing her to start walking back to her office. Before they walk past me, I remind her, “We have always been the predators, and you, are our fucking prey. Remember that.”
“You’re not wrong. You guys kidnapped me—twice.”
“Exactly.” Landon responds.
We head into her office. I don’t feel bad about stealing her away for a bit, it’s too late in the evening, she shouldn’t be working anymore. Turning around, I can see she is thinking, it’s all over her post-fucked face. Her eyes go between Landon and I a couple of times, she bites her lip and scrunches her face.
We wait, watching her in return.
“You guys are the first I’ve had sex with in a while…” she confesses. Which kind of surprises me. It’s not like she’s ugly.
“I just needed you to know that. That night in the basement, it had been over a year, maybe two. I don’t sleep around. AndI have an IUD so don't worry. No babies. I don’t think we have ever used a condom.” Banks spits out in rapid fire. Fuck, the thought to even check if she was on birth control never crossed my mind. Which is completely fucked. We don’t know her, we don’t need children, but this helps put our mind at ease, I suppose.
“Good. Nobody else except for us will be anywhere near that pussy, got it?” Landon barks. She has changed him from a guy who didn’t give a fuck about pussy to a possessive pussy freak. I still love fucking and jerking off but only to her. I tried other chicks sucking my dick after the basement, but only thinking of Banks being covered in my cum would get me off.
“Pack up and head home. We will sneak over and bring food, don’t clean up. I like when you have us inside of you. And you do too.” I instruct, following it with a kiss to her forehead. She smiles, proudly. Fucking right.
As I head out, Landon walks up to her, kissing her briefly and then follows me out.
“You two are so bossy!” Banksy shouts out of her office.
“And you like it, remember that!” I yell back behind me.
“Bro, we need to talk,” Landon mumbles, followed by a sigh. Yeah, I know.
We finished eatingat Banksy's place and watched a movie. Landon is driving us back home when I decide to drop the bomb.
