Fuck, she sounds delicious.
Oliver grips my shirt on my shoulder, ready to drag me out of here, when Grey bellows, “Stop!” We freeze and turn to him. The same curiosity and intrigue shine in his eyes, but his look is stern. “Oliver, you have to make sure Jamie isn’t going to respond to her. I don’t know what he would do or say, but either way, this could be bad.”
Oliver’s eyes go wide, and he moves to lean over his keyboard. “I’m just going to shut everything down.”
Grey reaches out to grip his wrist, stopping him. “You can’t. I haven’t done a backup. I was about to when you came back from the gym, but I forgot.”
“Fuck,” Oliver curses, but he grabs his chair so he can roll it back and sit in front of his monitor again, frantically typing away.
The room falls silent, save for his typing and the buzzing sound that grows even louder. I can make out the sound of her fingers moving in her own wetness, and it makes my cock twitch in my pants. She moans again, louder this time, and the rhythmic sound of the toy moving in and out of her fills the new silence now that Oliver has stopped typing and is listening intently, too, all thoughts about leaving forgotten.
Images of her lying in bed, her long legs spread wide, her fingers working her clit as she fucks herself with the toy fill my mind. Hearing the way her breath catches, the way she whimpers and moans, it takes all my willpower not to grip myself over my pants to release some pressure. I imagine her face contorted in pleasure, her blue eyes squeezed shut as she rides out her lust.
Fuck.
My heart races, and I watch as Grey adjusts himself, shifting his weight from foot to foot. There is pure desire in his eyes, and I know he’s thinking the same thing I am.
God, I want to be down there with her right now. To touch her, taste her, make her scream my name.
My cock grows even harder, my body begging for release. I want to be a part of her pleasure, to feel her wetness on my fingers, to hear her moans and whimpers in my ear. She’s panting now, and I just know she’s close.
And I’m right.
The sound of her orgasm, the way she cries out and her breath catches in her throat is all I can focus on. I bet her body is trembling now, her back arching as she reaches her peak.
What I wouldn’t give to come with her, to feel my own release as she reaches hers.
In or on her. I don’t fucking care.
But just as quickly as it started, it’s over. The buzzing sound slows down, and I know she’s done.
God, listening to her get off like that was hot as hell.
The buzzing sound stops and the room is filled with a heavy silence again. Grey takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Well, that was…” He trails off, his voice strained.
Oliver nods, his eyes still wide with disbelief. He stands, his chair rolling back with a muted thud. “Let’s go to bed,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, his ears burning red and sporting an obvious boner. All of us do.
I force myself to stand, my legs shaking from the rush of adrenaline. It’s like I was right there with her, experiencing her pleasure as if it were my own.
As we leave the office, I can’t help but feel a sense of longing. I want to be the one to make her feel that way, to give her that kind of pleasure.
But I can’t.
I won’t.
We walk down the hallway in silence, and all of a sudden, dread fills me. What we’ve done and heard is something that could potentially ruin everything.
If she ever finds out…
She could ruin us.
But at the same time, I don’t feel bad about it at all. This is a completely different side of Amelia, a side that is raw andvulnerable on a whole different level. And so damn hot. What other sides are there to her?
Who are you really, Amelia?
As we reach our rooms, Grey turns to us with a serious look on his face. “We can never tell her about us watching her for the beta,” he warns, his voice low. “We can’t let her know what we’ve just heard.”
Oliver nods, his jaw clenched. “I know.”
