“More, please.”
“Are you?—”
“Positive. I want you inside me right now.”
Cal sits back, eyes smoldering. “Give her what she wants, Beckham.”
Without so much as another word, Beck unzips his pants, setting his dick free. I obsess over the bead of pre-cum leaking from his tip while he grips my thighs, pushing them up and back until my knees are at my chest. And then he’s inside me, one perfect glide of his length through the slickness from my orgasm that takes him to the end of me.
“Jesus,”I hiss.
“He’s not here, baby. It’s just me,” Beck growls, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he pulls out and drives back in, meeting no resistance. “And I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
Between the way his voice breaks over the confession and the slow, thorough strokes he’s giving me, my heart is ready to burst. Even in our most rushed moments, he handles me with care, with reverence, with love. The words spill from my lips, hittingthe air in a rushed jumble of syllables that suggest it’s my first time saying them.
“I love you.”
His expression turns rabid, rapture writing itself into the lines of his face as he drops my legs and covers my body with his. “Say it again,” he begs, strokes growing jerky but still hitting that perfect place inside of me that turns my brain to mush. “Tell me again, Selene.”
“I…love…you,” I moan, the tears gathering in the corners of my vision turning Cal and the rest of the room blurry. I wrap Beck up in my arms as my legs open further to give him space and whisper the words to him again and again until they become the soundtrack to a joint orgasm that leaves me filled with his cum.
“I love you too,” he says once he’s recovered, treating me to gentle kisses as he untangles his body from mine.
“Watching you two together will never get old,” Cal says.
Forgetting that I’m sharing space with Callan Drake is an unlikely possibility, but I still jolt when I hear his voice. He’s smiling when I turn my attention away from Beck, who’s tucking himself back into his pants, and focus it all on him. And while his smile is incredible, it’s not nearly as captivating as the erection tenting his pants.
I lick my lips. “Seeing what watching us together does to you will never get old.”
Beck hums his agreement but doesn’t say more. Still, I feel the weight of his gaze on me as I sit up and arrange myself on the desk so I’m facing our man. I lift my right foot, bringing it to his lap to trace his dick with my big toe. Cal shivers, pushing the chair back to slip out of my reach.
“We’ve pushed our luck enough, pet. We should be going now.”
A pout tugs the corners of my mouth down. “But you didn’t cum.”
Cal taps his temple. “I’ve got plenty of images to work with when I jerk off in the shower later.”
“Orrrr.” I lift my dress and draw my legs up, dragging my fingers through folds glistening with Beck’s release and mine. Cal curses under his breath. “You could come now.”
Beck chuckles. “You should definitely come now, Drake.”
“Yeah, Drake,” I tease as Cal scoots closer. “You should come n?—”
The rest of the word dissolves into a puddle of nothingness when Cal’s fingers find my opening. Actually, they’re just below it, scooping up the drops of Beck’s cum that escaped me and guiding them back inside while he studies my face.
“You want me to come, pet?”
Two fingers move in and out of me with slow, shallow thrusts that fill the room with obscene sounds. My whines layer over top of them, and Cal lets a dark, dangerous smile curve his lips. He leans forward and plants a kiss on my knee then pulls away suddenly. I start to protest then fall quiet when I see his hands go to his belt.
“Then get over here and make me come.”
My core clenches at the demand, and impatience becomes a riotous ball bouncing around my chest, only stopping when his dick is buried deep inside me. It should be impossible to feel anymore gratification than I already have tonight, but that’s all I feel right now. That’s all Iamright now. A pleasure-driven being who couldn’t stop chasing the high of an orgasm if she tried.
I don’t intend to try.
In fact, I hunt down my orgasm and Cal’s too, taking control of the rhythm the way I did in the bathroom at Dahlia’s. It’s a frantic fuck that lacks finesse but not passion, and I take great pleasure in dismantling the institution that is the manunderneath me in a matter of minutes. He comes seconds after I do with his teeth in my shoulder and sweat beading his forehead, and finally, I’m done. The seemingly endless pit of lust inside of me satiated, at least for tonight.
The office we’ve just defiled is soaked in silence and the scent of forbidden sex as we put ourselves back together, preparing to return to a world where we pretend not to love each other. I escaped to the private bathroom to clean myself up, focusing mostly on hiding the tears that come every time I have to say goodbye to them, and when I emerge from it, Cal and Beck are huddled up near the doorway. Their heads are close together, eyes on the phone in Beck’s hand.
