Amelia barely had the strength to keep her eyes open, but when she looked down and watched Monica smirk before she hoisted her left thigh over her shoulder, time stopped. The air in the room thinned and her lungs seized in her chest. Jordan hadn’t moved his hand from in between her legs, but she could still feel that first touch of Monica’s tongue against her heated flesh. Monica moved in between Jordan’s fingers and hit places his touch couldn’t.
Amelia watched her with vapid attention, loving the way she never took her eyes off her. She was methodical in her taunting, lapping at Amelia like she could coax every secret out of her with just a stroke of her tongue.
“Can I touch you now?” Amelia groaned, jerking her hips into Monica’s face. She needed something to do with her hands, something to hold on to and keep her anchored to this room and them. She was barely standing upright when her legs started to shake.
“Oh shit,” Amelia rushed out when she felt two fingers slide inside of her. She was sure one belonged to Jordan and one belonged to Monica based on the size difference, but she never felt fuller.
They worked in tandem. The heel of Jodan’s palm pressed firmly against her clit while Monica used her tongue to dive in deeper and reach places Amelia hadn’t known could bring her pleasure. They coaxed sounds out of her that surprised her. The room dimmed, and black spots danced along her vision.
“They’re watching you, Melia.” Jordan’s voice was in her ear. “You can’t see them, but I can. I see the way they’re all flushed, hungry, and growing desperate for your pleasure.”
“Fuck.” Her standing leg almost gave out, but someone’s hand was there to keep her steady.
Her lower back tingled, little electric shocks dancing across her flesh. The feeling started to wrap around her, starting at her stomach and dipping in between her legs where Jordan’s palm pressed firmly onto her clit. The fingers inside of her moved in unison. Later, when she wasn’t drowning in her pleasure, she’d wonder how the two of them so easily got on the same page so quickly.
Right now, she was thankful for it.
“They want to see how prettily you fall apart, Melia.” He nipped at the spot behind her ear. “Touch yourself. I know your breasts must feel heavy and achy without anyone’s attention.”
Amelia moaned low in her throat, and she was rewarded with a gruff vibration against her neck. She had written in her information packet how much she liked her partners being vocal and having her breasts played with and how sensitive her nipples had become over time. She was trying desperately to hold on to the knowledge that this was just a formality. Anyone who signed up to have sex with a stranger was thorough in what they read.
But…
But it’s him, and he’s been paying attention to you.
“Ms. Wayne,” Jordan snapped. “Do you need me to tell you again to touch yourself?”
She felt Monica’s laughter against her flesh and she moaned. “I really think,” she pulled back, “Amelia likes when you tell her what to do. At least her body does. She just soaked my tongue.” Monica licked her lips, humming. “Delicious, keep telling her what to do.” Monica dove back in, cutting off whatever retort Amelia had with the swipe of the tongue.
“My god, this feels too good.” Amelia’s hips jerked forward, she was getting close.
“Ms. Wayne,” Jordan growled again. She immediately brought her hands up to cup herself, pinching her nipples in the same manner Monica had done before.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. She was there; she just needed another push.
Jordan placed his palm over her mouth. “They can watch you fly apart all they want, but this time,” his and Monica’s fingers twisted inside of her, “your screams are mine.” He bit down against her neck hard.
Amelia’s body tensed, she was suspended in air for what seemed like forever, but in truth it was only a couple of seconds. Her body fizzled and fractured, slowly at first and then the next breath she took shattered her completely. She whimpered and let herself completely freefall, feeling Jordan’s and Monica’s hands bind tightly around her—keeping her safe to cushion her landing.
She felt cherished and safe enough to bask in this type of sex.
She couldn’t understand how two strangers had given her back-to-back orgasms with such ease while men who supposedly knew her hadn’t bothered to learn what turned her on.
“Easy, Melia. We got you, just ride it out so we can give you more.” Jordan’s voice was an accelerant on her climax, making it last longer. “How am I ever going to sit behind my desk and not think of you like this, soft, dripping, sated and utterly beautiful?”
CHAPTER SIX
Jordan bit the inside of his check to keep his mouth from running away from him again. He slowly peeled himself away from Amelia’s soft body, praying the distance would give him the headspace he needed to think clearly. He hadn’t meant to utter any words about their time in the office. They were supposed to be strangers. It was a line in the sand they both agreed to, and he thought he could keep things on his end intact.
He scrubbed a hand down his face, groaning low in his throat when he smelled her climax over his hand. He let his tongue slip across his palm, taking in the faint taste that lingered there, and his body buckled. He was ready to get on his knees and permanently etch her flavor in his mouth.
“Green?” He heard Monica’s amused tone as she glanced over Amelia’s shoulder.
“Super green.” His voice was thick and he adjusted himself, trying to give his cock some type of breathing room. The thing pressed against his slacks, desperate to sink into the wet heat that was in front of him.
Jordan reached out, running his fingers down Amelia’s back. He smiled when she arched into his touch. Her round ass had his palms twitching, and he swatted at her twice. Her sharp exhale had been a siren’s call, and he was a sailor who could do nothing to fight the pull.
“I think Mr. Monroe needs you to touch him, Amelia.” Monica slowly turned her to face him. “I think his body is craving for your hands on him.” Her palms pressed into Amelia’s stomach. “Or maybe he’s desperate for your sweet cries again.” Her hands inched up Amelia’s chest to cup her full breasts. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her own hands dipped below her stomach, diving deep between her wet folds.
