“No.” It comes out like a sob.
“Adrian.” Tony’s voice is different now, commanding, like he’s giving an order. “I think she’s earned it.”
A beat of silence. Then Adrian’s fingers return to my clit, pressing harder this time. Purposeful circles that set every nerve ending on fire.
“She hasn’t said what she is.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m so desperate the words pour out of me like water.
“I’m a slut. I’m a married slut who can’t get your cocks out of my head. I’m a housewife who drives forty-two minutes to get fucked by two men who aren’t her husband because I’m so fucking hungry for it I can’t function.” I’m panting and riding him harder. “I’m a whore who let you both fill her at the same time and loved every second. Is that enough? Can I please, PLEASE—“
“Come,” Adrian growls.
I don’t need to be told twice.
The orgasm rips through me so hard my vision sparkles along the edges. I’m convulsing, screaming, my pussy clamping down on Adrian’s cock in rhythmic waves that seem to go on forever. Every denied orgasm from tonight crashes through me at once, and the release is so intense I can’t breathe. Spirals of bliss surge through my core and radiate outward until my fingers and toes tingle.
“Yesss.” I grind down on him, riding the waves, milking him.
Adrian groans beneath me. His hands seize my waist as his own rhythm turns frantic. He pulses inside me. Hot cum floods me, and the sensation sets off another wave of pleasure.
Before I’ve even finished coming, Tony pulls me off Adrian and onto the desk. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and drives into me while I’m still spasming. Adrian’s cum leaks out around Tony’s cock.
“My turn,” is all Tony says, and his rhythm is brutal, chasing his own orgasm. I’m so oversensitive that every thrust makes me cry out.
He reaches between us and presses his thumb against my clit. I convulse again, a secondary orgasm rolling through me that’s more aftershock than event, but my body doesn’t seem to know the difference.
Tony buries himself deep and groans as his cock pulses inside me. His cum mixes with Adrian’s. Warmth spreads through me, filling me.
I’m getting three men’s worth of cum tonight. Adrian’s, Tony’s, and later Robert’s.
The thought makes me squeeze around Tony’s softening cock. He hisses and pulls out.
I lie on the desk, staring at the ceiling, absolutely wrecked. My whole body vibrates with the aftershocks of what just happened.
Tony sits me up and hands me water. “Drink.”
My hands shake so badly I almost spill it.
The men talk in low tones by the door. Tony takes his phone and steps into the hallway. I hear his voice, clipped, authoritative, before the door closes.
I’m alone with Adrian.
He moves to stand in front of me. His expression is softer than I’ve ever seen it. He reaches out and brushes the hair from my face. His fingers are gentle.
For one second, his mask slips. I see him, real, unguarded, before the wall slams back into place.
“You should be careful.” The words are so quiet I almost miss them. “Coming here.”
“Careful of what?”
He looks at me for a long beat. His jaw works, like he’s biting back words.
“Nothing.” He steps away. “Forget I said anything.”
I won’t forget. I can’t.
“Your debt is cleared.” He helps me sit up. My legs don’t cooperate. “But Shannon?”
