Chapter Thirteen
Harlow
“Holden, what are you doing?” I ask as he continues to prowl closer, a man firmly set on a target. Again, I try to escape Oliver’s grasp, but he holds me still, forcing my legs over the top of his and then widening them so I’m spread eagle and unable to get away.
Holden comes around to our side of the desk where he gets down on his knees and shuffles over, his hands resting on my thighs and his eyes full of heated promise.
“I do believe I owe you for this morning,” he says as his hands start to push my dress up, raising an eyebrow as if to ask permission to keep going. The grin that lights his face when I nod is full of heat and promise.
“Oh, and what did I miss this morning?” Oliver grumbles teasingly in my ear. His hands start to roam, skimming over my hips then up to my waist and stomach as he presses little kisses into my neck.
“Well, Miss Harlow here made our brother yell at me because we were late after she decided to help me in the shower.”
“I’m sure it was completely worth it.” Oliver sucks on my pulse points before using his teeth to scrape along my neck. My nipples pebble and my core throbs as I wiggle on his lap. I can feel him growing harder underneath me as Holden pushes my dress up to my waist, placing little kisses along the inside of my thighs before hooking his fingers underneath my panties.
“Last chance to say no, Harlow,” he warns me, but I shake my head.
“Fuck no, don’t you dare stop.” The words roll out of my mouth before I can stop them, and the guys chuckle. Oliver’s big hands cup my breasts as Holden pulls my panties down my legs, leaving me bare to both of them, before tossing them onto his desk. They both suck in a deep breath, and Oliver pulls down the front of my dress to expose my naked breasts.
“I’ve been trying to figure out all day if you were wearing a bra or not,” he whispers in my ear. “Sneaky girl, teasing me while we're at work.”
“Have you been feeling neglected, Mistress?” Holden rumbles as he blows a hot breath of air across my lips, teasing me just inches from where I really want his mouth. “I would have thought Kai was taking care of your needs.”
“No, that asshole wouldn't put out either. It was like you guys had some secret discussion to clam jam me until I fully recovered from my accidents,” I growl, and he looks up at me, his hazel eyes smoldering with unspoken lust.
“Well, it’s best that I take care of my Mistress’ needs, now isn't it?” And with that, he runs his tongue through my soaked folds as Oliver pinches at my nipples, the two sensations causing a loud moan to leave my mouth. My hands claw at the chair as the boys work my body into a frenzy of built-up need. Holden teases my clit with lazy flicks before devouring me with his mouth and teeth, fucking me with his tongue. Not to be forgotten, Oliver cups my breasts, kneading them, and plucks at my nipples. My breath is ragged, and I can feel a trickle of sweat running down the back of my neck as my head thrashes back and forth with the intensity of this fire they’re stoking.
“More, I need more,” I gasp out in the hope that Holden will put me out of my misery, but all I can do is practically sob with disappointment when he pulls his mouth away.
“Shh. Mistress, we’ll take care of you.” Beneath his words comes the whisper of a zipper lowering. My eyes, which had been squeezed tight against the onslaught of sensation, fly open, but it’s not Holden’s pants that are coming off. Instead, he’s unzipping Oliver’s.
“Lift her up a little,” he rumbles, and Oliver’s hands leave my breasts to slide under my thighs, lifting me up as he also lifts his own hips. Holden quickly pulls Oliver’s jeans down before he settles himself back on the chair, his bare cock now lying against my throbbing wet folds, his piercings glinting in the light.
I can’t tear my eyes away when Holden takes Oliver’s cock in hand before his mouth engulfs it, taking him down to the base. Behind me, Oliver grunts and his chest heaves.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, and together we watch Holden’s head bob up and down before pulling away, his eyes blazing with heat.
“Condom?” he rasps, and I shake my head.
“I’m on birth control and clean,” I tell them, the words almost strained by my excitement.
“So am I. I get tested for work all the time,” Oliver says, nuzzling into my ear.
Holden doesn’t wait any longer. Oliver lifts me just enough while Holden lines his cock up, then with one smooth move, he thrusts, letting me slide down until I’m impaled on his thick cock.
I throw my head back and moan, but Oliver grabs me by the hair and turns my head, covering my mouth with his as my pussy quivers around his hard length.
“That’s right. You keep her quiet. It wouldn't surprise me if Missy was listening at the door,” Holden grumbles before dipping his head.What is he…?
Holy fuck. As Oliver starts to thrust in and out, Holden flicks his tongue against my clit again. I can feel his mouth traveling up and down, and I know he’s not leaving Oliver out of the delicious torture because our boyfriend’s moaning into my mouth nearly as loudly as I am.
With hard and steady thrusts, Oliver and Holden take me to a high I have never experienced before, making my body throb like one big overexposed nerve. My cries of pleasure are muffled by the mouth over mine until Holden latches on to my clit and gives one strong suck. There’s no stopping it now. Arching my back, I scream, not caring about the nosy secretary, as Oliver buries himself as deep as he can, grunting his own pleasure. I can feel myself clenching around his hard cock while neverending waves of pleasure wash over me. Oliver’s head burrows into the hollow where my neck meets my collarbone, whispering little snippets of praise that barely make sense to me in the euphoria of the moment. Holden delivers a couple of gentle licks as the pleasure waves start to peter out before sitting back on his heels, a self-satisfied look on his face that’s wet with my release. My head spins from the intensity and the overwhelming wave of emotions that rush me in the aftermath of such an intimate encounter.
“God, you two look beautiful,” he says with quiet reverence as he watches us come down from our blissful sexual high. “I am such a lucky man.” He gets to his feet and leans over, gently kissing me before moving to Oliver and kissing him as well.
When he steps back, he turns away, adjusting himself before heading for the bathroom. Oliver nuzzles my neck, and once again, I turn my head to kiss him, but this time it’s less fire and heat and more—oh fuck, I’m in deep—love. As our tongues tangle with one another, I feel more than see Holden return. In his hand he has a wet cloth, and when Oliver and I finally manage to tear ourselves away from one another, he helps me to my feet. A little moan escapes my mouth as Oliver’s semi-hard length leaves my body.
“Feeling a little tender? He really knows how to use that cock, doesn’t he?” Holden teases while he cleans me up. As soon as I’m ready, he moves on to Oliver, running the cloth over his dick that’s glistening with my release.
