"Oh, God!" I call out as he thrusts inside me again.
He holds still. "If you make yourself come, we won't fuck you for days."
I shiver. His control, laced with a slight undercurrent of anger, should scare me, but I can also hear the hurt in his voice.
My hurried exit was not the clean break I was hoping for.
Besides, if I thought sweet, sexy Mark got my panties wet, dominant, controlling Mark ordering me around while he fucks me with his big cock is enough to send me over the edge without any clit stimulation.
Almost.
Mark groans, pulling out again. I glance at him over my shoulder, pleased to see that he looks to be in as much pain as I am.
I bury my smug grin against my arm.Serves you right.
But all sense of self-satisfaction flies out the window when he runs something hard through my release.
I buck forward, moaning as he grazes my clit.
"Don't move," Mark whispers, releasing my hands. He places his palm on my lower back and drops to his knees. I hold my breath, waiting to see what he's going to do. His tongue brushes my asshole, and I jerk and moan.
"Please," I whimper, begging him shamelessly.
But he's gone, his tongue replaced with a pressure against my back entrance that has my heart soaring.
He's getting me ready for later.
I'm so excited about what this means and thrust back against the plug, helping him bury it inside me quicker than he planned.
"Fuck," Mark whispers against my skin. He stands, and the heat from his body is gone. "I'll meet you outside."
"What?" I straighten quickly, groaning at the sensation of the butt plug buried between my cheeks. My mouth drops open as he closes the door behind him.
I pull on my leggings with an irritated huff, contemplating getting myself off, then decide against it. It's one thing to get fucked on Monica's desk by a man. Fucking myself in her office seems wildly inappropriate somehow.
When I return to the bar, I notice Mark waiting by the hallway entrance like he's making sure no one goes back there until I'm done. He grins. Then I feel it—my asshole vibrates, and my breath hitches.
Mark doesn't have his cell phone out, so I flick my gaze to Hunter. He's still in conversation with the women, so I search for Paul.
He's watching me. When I lock eyes with him, he turns up the vibrations, and I grab the bar top for support.
His eyes flare with lust.
The vibrations stop. I look around, hoping nobody noticed.
Holy mother of all things sexy.
Something tells me that this is going to be a long afternoon.
Chapter six
Mark
Skylar stands in front of us, panting hard as Paul plays with the setting on her butt plug. She puts one hand against the mirrored wall and crosses her legs, her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and sexual frustration.
We're in the elevator, headed up to our suite at theEveningstar.Monica's younger brother stopped by to relieve Skylar midway through the evening, and we couldn't get her out of there fast enough.
Hunter flexes his hand at his side, trying to hold off from touching her, but the impish nymph lets out a moan, and the collective groan from all three of us has Skylar fighting a smile.
