He spread out his arms, gripping the edges of the desk as he took the hammering. A few loud groans slipped out, but he quickly silenced them.
I slid one hand underneath his jacket and blouse, feeling the smooth, soft skin on my fingertips. I loved touching him; the warmth sent waves of electricity through me.
The pressure became too much, and instead of holding back, I let it all happen. Euphoric waves swept through my body as I shot my load into Atlas. I sucked in my lips to silence the need to cry out.
When I finished, I quickly pulled out as Linden took over. Like me, he lined himself up and sank right in, not wasting a second.
I left for my bathroom, cleaned off my cock, and zipped up. When I came out, Linden was about wrapped up, or close to it.
His brow was scrunched, his lips were drawn tight, and his fingers were digging into his hips as he had his way with Atlas. Meanwhile, Atlas looked blissed out as hell. That tugged a smile from me. He was insanely sexy and fun.
Linden suddenly threw his head back, and his mouth opened as a guttural sound escaped him. His orgasm drew me in, and I found myself standing next to him, watching him come in Atlas’s ass. It took all my willpower not to reach for his cock and touch him as he finished up.
When he finally pulled out, I reached for the plug still sitting on my desk and inserted it right back into Atlas. “We’ve bred you. Now, you have to wear our cum the rest of the day.”
“Yessir, Mr. Cross,” he said, rubbing his ass before sitting up straight.
Linden cupped his face and kissed the hell out of him. He then rested his head on Atlas’s forehead and said, “That was hot, baby. You’re amazing.”
Baby.
That meant attachment, right?
When he leaned away, Atlas looked at Linden as if he held the moon and stars for him.
Wanting in on the action, I also kissed Atlas. No, I consumed him. I leaned into him so deeply that his back arched. My tongue thrust into his mouth as if I owned it. His fingers clawed into my arms as I swallowed his groan.
When we came up for air, Atlas tried to pull up his pants, but I brushed his hands away, dropped onto my knees, and sank down on his cock with my mouth.
“I don’t… think my being naughty… warrants a blow… job,” he panted as I sucked the hell out of him.
He gripped the sides of my head, trying not to thrust, but he couldn’t help himself. It didn’t take him long to come, and I quickly drank down his load.
When I stood up, I burst into laughter, and Linden joined me. Atlas was quite the sight, lying on his back, arms spread out, and his pants and underwear wrapped around his ankles.
“Gawd, I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but never let it stop.”
Linden and I each grabbed an arm and helped Atlas sit up. He hopped off my desk on wobbly legs, pulled up his underwear and slacks, and zipped them. Long fingers fixed his curls, and he adjusted his suit jacket.
He got one more kiss from each of us before Linden and I adjusted our clothes and hair as well. “Now return to work, precious,” I said.
His smile was lazy, and his eyes were dreamy. “Yes, Mr. Cross.”
Atlas walked off, adjusting himself as he went. Not a minute later, he was back, carrying a large brown paper bag.
“Your sandwiches, sirs.”
“You little stinker,” Linden said, laughing.
Atlas shrugged. “I would never leave my guys hungry,” he said as he kissed the top of my head, then did the same to Linden before going back to work.
Linden sat on the couch, unwrapped his sandwich, and took a large bite. “He’s fucking adorable, I swear,” he said with his mouth full.
“He really is.”
Chapter 23
Linden
