“Then he put me against the window.”
“The window.” Robert’s breath goes still. “Where someone could see you.”
“Yes. Pressed me face-first against the glass. Made me put my hands on it.” The memory floods back — the cold shock of the window against my bare nipples, the heat of Adrian’s body behind me, the vertigo of looking down at the city thirty floors below. “Anyone in the office buildings nearby could have seen me. Naked, spread, with him behind me.”
“Jesus, Shannon.” His hand slides up my thigh now, toward the hem of my dress. “And then?”
“He teased me first. Slid his cock between my thighs without putting it in. Just dragging the head through how wet I alreadywas, letting me feel every thick inch of him right there but not inside me.” I press my thighs together at the memory. “Made me beg.”
“Did you?”
“God, yes. I begged until I was pathetic.” I flush at the memory. “Told him that I’d touched myself imagining him.”
Robert’s fingers slip under my dress. When they find me slick with other men’s cum, his whole body goes rigid.
“This is from them.” It’s not a question.
“Both of them.”
“Fuck.” The word is reverent. His fingers slide through the mess, exploring. “You’re still full.”
“I didn’t clean up.” My voice wavers. “I wanted you to—“
“I know what you wanted.” He pushes my dress up to my waist. “Keep talking.”
“Adrian fucked me hard against the window. And I was so close, god, Robert, I was right there — that coiling feeling deep in my belly, every nerve ending lit up — and he pulled out. Just… pulled out and stepped back. Left me shaking against the glass with my orgasm dissolving like smoke.”
Robert’s fingers circle my clit. Slow. “He denied you.”
“Yes.” I’m starting to pant. “Then they switched. Tony bent me over the desk.”
“Same desk where he bent you over last time?”
“Same desk.” I shiver. “And Tony, Robert — he knows exactly how to hit that spot on the first thrust, and I was climbing so fast—“ I have to pause because Robert’s fingers are mirroring what I’m describing, pressing against that spot inside me while I talk, and my brain is splitting between the memory and the present.
“What’s Tony like? Compared to Adrian?” Robert’s voice is thick, and his fingers curl inside me in a way that makes my hips buck.
“Different. Adrian fucks like he’s punishing you — all force and command.” I shiver at the memory. “Tony fucks like he’s memorizing you. Like he’s building a file.”
Is it insane that I’m rating two men’s fuck styles for my husband while his fingers are inside me? Probably. Do I care? My pussy answers that with a squeeze that makes Robert groan.
“And just when Tony was about to make me come, Adrian told him to stop.” My voice cracks. “Froze him mid-thrust while he was still inside me.”
Robert’s fingers go still against me, mimicking what I just described, and I whimper at the sudden absence of friction. He does it on purpose and my pussy clenches in protest at both the memory and the present.
“He controls Tony too?”
“He controls everything. Tony didn’t move until Adrian said he could. I was lying there full of Tony’s cock, begging, and Adrian just watched me.” The second denial was worse than the first, my orgasm so much closer, and I shiver at the memory. “Then he said ‘continue’ like he was issuing a command. And Tony obeyed.”
Robert’s fingers start moving again. Slow circles. “How did that feel? Being denied while he was still inside you?”
“Like the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. And the hottest.” I arch against his hand. “Being full of someone’s cock and not being allowed to come on it. Tony was right there, every inch of him pressing against my walls, and Adrian just made me wait. Made me feel my orgasm go away while Tony held perfectly still.”
“Jesus.” Robert’s breathing has gone ragged.
“And then,” I swallow. “Tony said Adrian was going to fuck my mouth while he fucked my pussy.”
Robert goes very still behind me.
