“Tell him what’s happening to you.” Tony’s mouth is at my neck. “Tell him what a good little slut you’ve been.”
I type with shaking fingers while Tony’s cock nudges against my entrance. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming,and autocorrect is fighting a losing battle against my trembling thumbs.
SHANNON:Both of them. Adrian just fucked me against the window. He didn’t let me come. They’re switching.
Robert’s response comes in seconds.
ROBERT:Fuck. How close were you?
SHANNON:So close I almost cried. He pulled out right at the edge.
ROBERT:Good. Don’t come until they give you permission.
Oh god. My own husband telling me to stay denied. My pussy throbs in protest.
Tony reads the texts over my shoulder and chuckles. “Your husband is a smart man.” He takes the phone from my hand and sets it on the desk where I can reach it. “Hands on the desk. It’s my turn to fuck this hole.”
I bend over his desk, pressing my cheek to the polished wood. The position seems like Tony’s favorite. And the shiver of pleasure tells me it might be mine too.
He pushes inside me from behind, and I moan at the different fullness. Tony isn’t as thick as Adrian, but he knows my body now. He angles his hips and hits that spot on the first thrust.
“Ohhhhh god…”
The pleasure builds fast with Tony. Too fast. He knows exactly how to angle, and every thrust grinds against that spot that makes my brain short-circuit. I’m climbing, my pussy clenching around him as the orgasm coils tighter—
“Stop.” Adrian’s voice, commanding.
Tony freezes inside me. I almost scream.
“She was about to come.” Adrian steps closer, and I can hear the dark satisfaction in his voice. “Weren’t you, Shannon?”
“Yes,” I whimper against the desk. “Please, I was so close—“
“I know. That’s why I stopped him.” He trails a finger down my spine while Tony holds perfectly still inside me, and the contrast between being so full and so denied makes my eyes water. “You come when we say. Not before.”
Tony chuckles behind me. “You heard the man.”
They wait. My orgasm retreats like a tide going out, and I want to sob. Adrian watches me with those cold eyes until my breathing slows, until the desperate edge fades into a dull, throbbing ache.
“Continue,” Adrian says.
Tony starts moving again, slower this time, and I moan because every nerve ending is raw and oversensitive. I grab the phone. My hand is barely functional.
SHANNON:Tony is fucking me over his desk. Adrian is watching. Adrian just stopped Tony from letting me come. I’m going to lose my mind.
ROBERT: Are you allowed to come?
SHANNON:I don’t know. Adrian is running everything. He controls Tony too.
ROBERT:That’s so fucking hot. I’m so hard right now imagining you bent over that desk.
Tony fucks me in long, slow strokes that drag along every nerve ending. It’s different from Adrian’s punishing pace. Tony savors. Each pull-out makes me feel empty, and each push-in fills me with a moan.
“He’s going to fuck your mouth while I fuck your pussy.” Tony’s voice leaves no room for debate. “Can you handle that?”
“Yes.” I’d agree to anything right now. My pussy is a greedy, desperate mess and my brain checked out somewhere around the second denied orgasm, and whatever’s left of my rational mind is being overruled by a body that wants to be filled from every direction at once.
Two men. Two cocks. My pussy is ready to write a thank-you note.
