23.3
“Oh God, I want you to come inside me,” I beg. “I want to feel you.” The thought of him and Adriano, both bare inside me, both filling me up with their hot cum, makes me climax. I don’t just crash over the edge; I fucking free-fall, my cry muted only when Nathaniel puts his hand over my mouth to muffle me. I’m lost, biting down on his fingers because otherwise I’m going to scream for the entire world to hear. But in this moment, I don’t care because my climax is blinding, white-hot and all-consuming.
I’m hardly aware of Nathaniel pulling out of me, barely aware of his muffled groan. I just barely decipher his words: “Arch your back, sweetheart.” And I do. As I arch my back and push up my ass, from the corner of my eye I see him rip off the condom and toss it on the ground.
Then he comes on me. He comes on my ass and my pussy, and it drips down the sides of my thighs. He comes on me in the middle of my very professional office with its very professional décor. He comes on me with my skirt pulled up to my waist and my panties pulled down my thighs.
Then he leans close to me, his breath wafting over my skin. "You're like a damn drug," he whispers. "I can't get enough of you like this."
I shiver. "I know."
"Adriano is in the lobby downstairs," he says, pulling my panties up. They're damp, a mixture of him and me, but he doesn't wipe me off. He pulls my skirt down over my ass and tugs the fabric down my thighs. "I think you still have fifteen minutes before your next call. I'll see you later tonight."
He kisses the back of my neck, and turns, walking out of the office and shutting the door behind him, leaving me throbbing and filthy and used. I feel dirty and sexy and out-of-control. It's terrifying and exciting and I don't want it to stop.
My phone buzzes. It's Adriano.
I'm outside of your office.
I text him back.
I have a phone call in fifteen minutes.
He replies.
Tell your assistant I need five.
I smirk as I put Jane on speaker. "Send Mr. Jackson in, please, won't you, Jane? This should just take a few minutes. I just need to debrief him after the camping trip."
Adriano closes and locks the door, walking straight over to me and yanking my skirt up roughly around my waist. "Nathaniel just got finished with you, didn't he?" he asks, his voice low and gravely. The look on his face is jealous and possessive, despite the fact that the two men clearly planned this together. When he rips my panties down around my thighs, he growls under his breath. "I can feel him on you. He came all over you, all over these panties, didn't he?"
"Yes," I breathe
, but I don't get to say anything else before his mouth is on mine. This kiss isn't remotely like Adriano's usual kisses - the softer, gentler kind that take my breath away. No, this kiss is demanding, owning, trying to take all of me.
And I give it all to him. I melt against him, letting go of everything else except him in this moment. Right now, it's just Adriano and I with his hands between my thighs, pulling them apart, and his fingers exploring me. "This is his cum, isn't it?"
"Yes." My pussy throbs its answer. I don't know who this girl is, answering yes with no hesitation. Yes, another man was just inside me. Yes, another man just came on me. Yes, I want your cock inside me next. Yes, I want you to come on me too.
"You fantasized about me fucking you here, didn't you? Fantasized about us taking you right on this desk?" Adriano asks. "Tell me how you thought about it. Did I bend you over?"
I nod, biting my lip as he unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock. It's already hard, pre-cum dripping from the tip, and I wrap my hand around his shaft, my thumb rubbing the pre-cum into the tip. "You bent me over the desk and fucked me until I came."
"Bend over," Adriano groans. "Do it. Now."
I do it, exactly as he wants. I bend over with my hands on the desk, and he traces the head of his cock along my slit. I want to open for him, to take him in bare and unprotected, to feel his skin against mine as he fucks me. But he doesn't. He sheathes himself with a condom and presses his wrapped cock against me, without entering me.
"Unbutton your shirt," he says, his voice husky. "Unbutton it and take out your tits. I know they're so sensitive."
I do it, sliding the cups of my bra over my breasts and cupping them with my hands. My fingers play with my nipples, and they become almost immediately erect. I let out a little moan as Adriano enters me, one hand on my hip and the other reaching around to touch my clit. His grasp on me ensures he's buried deep inside me, his cock pressed into me as far as he can possibly go. He doesn't pull back to fuck me. Instead, he remains buried deep inside me, rubbing my clit in circles as he rocks gently against the spot in me that makes my toes curl.
"You like that Nathaniel and I came to your office, don't you? We've claimed you right here in your office."
I bite on my lip to keep from moaning out loud, tasting blood.
Then he stops dirty-talking to me and the only sound in the room is him fucking me with short thrusts. My palms slip on the wooden desktop and several papers go flying to the ground, but I don't fall.
I'm so caught up in my desire that I almost don't register the sound when Jane buzzes through.
"Ms. Aschberg," she says. "It's your phone call with the First Lady."
With Adriano still lodged inside me, I reach for the speaker button on the phone. Adriano puts his hand on mine. "The First Lady, huh?" he whispers. "Take the call."
"Adriano, I can't..."
"Do it," he growls. "Take the call."
I press the button on the phone, my heart nearly about to pump right the hell out of my chest. "Put her through, Jane."
Adrenaline courses through my veins. I've never done something so wrong. I've never taken risks like this, never dared to defy her, always said "Okay, mother" and "Sounds like a good idea" and done what they've asked of me. And now, I'm not only not in an appropriate relationship with an important person, but I'm fucking two football players. And one of them is about to be inside me while I talk to her on the phone. It doesn't get any more inappropriate than that.
Adriano stays lodged firmly inside me, bending over and pulling me against him so that he can touch my breasts as my mother's voice comes over the speakerphone, loud and shrill. "I can't believe I have to get on my own daughter's schedule to talk with her during the day," she starts.
Adriano pinches my nipple between his fingers, sending a rush of arousal through me that almost makes me yelp, but I work to hold back my cry. "I have to pencil you into my calendar to make sure you get my... undivided... attention," I say, my breath catching as Adriano begins to rock inside me again.
