She nods around me and I take full control, fucking her mouth with the need to come driving me. Raegan’s taking care of her and she’s taking care of me. We’ve got this. But who’s going to take care of Raegan?
I push the rogue worry from my mind as I thrust aggressively in and out of her soft, wet mouth. Shit, she feels so fucking amazing. Spit and drool fall from the corners of her mouth. Electric waves wash over me as my balls draw up. I’m about to come.
“I’m gonna come in this perfect mouth, Babygirl. Take it all,” I grunt the second before my cock pulses and I push myself as deep into her mouth as I can get without suffocating her, releasing rope after rope of hot cum directly into the back of her throat. Tears stream down her face as I wait until the final pulse of cum releases into her. “Come all over her fingers. Now.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Her body convulses as the orgasm I’ve denied her for what feels like hours, is finally set free. She moans as I pull my dick free from her mouth. Her body writhes, clearly trying to gain more friction against Raegan’s hand.
Raegan clocks it. “Here, baby. Have another finger. Maybe three will give you what you need.” Demi releases a low guttural moan as she rides her fingers, drawing out what appears to be the longest orgasm ever.
I stroke her hair softly and whisper in her ear, “Good fucking girl. Soak her hand for me.”
The wet, squelching sounds intensify and I glance up to see splashes of fluid landing all over Raegan’s blouse, then her movements slow. She’s coming down.
That was easily the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
Demi’s head sags. Yep, she’s done.
Quickly, I reach for my scissors and look back at Raegan. “Help me get her down?”
“Of course.”
26
Raegan
He seriously needs to put a shirt on before my vagina stages a coup, deciding she doesn’t care about my opinion anymore and takes matters into her own hands. My palms itch with the desire to touch them. That would definitely make things more awkward than I’m feeling right now, following behind him with Demetria in his arms, bridal style, draped in a fuzzy blanket.
She passed the fuck out before we could even cut her out of the rope. Now we’re moving her to his office so she can rest before she goes… home? Something about that doesn’t sit right with me. What we did to her downstairs was… intense. I don’t know what Hayes is feeling after what happened, but I’m simmering in a weird pot of euphoria and shame soup. I can only imagine what Demetria is experiencing, or will experience when she wakes up, will be magnified tenfold.
We make it to his office and he glances back at me like I’m supposed to know what to do. “What?” I ask, tilting my head in question.
“There’s a keypad inside that little box above the handle.” He tips his head in the direction of the tiny box hidden in plain fucking sight. “Can you enter the code for me?”
My brows furrow at his pause. “You know I can’t read your mind, right? You have to tell me if you want me to unlock it.”
He clears his throat and averts his gaze as he continues, “It’s 1-1-2-4 #.”
I pull the box open, then pause when it hits me. I don’t move. “That’s–”
“Your birthday,” he finishes my thought for me.
I feel like I should say something, but when I try, my voice cracks and then… silence. I enter the code and hold the door open for him. He brushes past me and places her gently on his couch, covering her up with the blanket draped over the back. He tucks it on the sides with care and my heart cracks a little watching him take such good care of her. It’s so clear how much he does care. In fact, I’d venture to guess he more than cares.
He wanders to the wall and presses a button revealing a hidden room. He disappears inside it, then walks back out pulling a plain white t-shirt over his head.About damn time.When he makes it back to his desk, he lands his ass in the chair.
My eyes widen. “How many more hidden rooms do you have in here?”
“One.”
“And the code to your office is my birthday.”
“Yeah.”
“Hayes–”
Leaning back and relaxing his body into the leather of his chair, he closes his eyes for a moment, then releases a heavy sigh. When his eyes eventually open, he locks them on mine and admits, “Raegan, every code I have–I’ve ever had since I met you–is your birthday. Take your pick. Car, cell, penthouse… fuck, even my ATM and debit PIN is your birthday. I know what we did down there doesn’t change anything, but I need you to know I’ve never once stopped thinking about you. Not one day.”
“Whatdidwe do down there, Hayes?”
