“Don’t stop,” I command, but she needs little prompting.
She works herself into a frenzy while I pump into her until she’s clenching around my fingers. She chases her release, hovering on the precipice for so long that she whimpers. I bite down on her shoulder, stifling a groan as she cries out, coating my hand in her pleasure. She continues to rock her hips, milking out every last aftershock.
Cambria slides her hand over the front of my jeans, eliciting a hiss. I’m hard as steel and even that small pressure is torture. Flicking open the button with ease, I release my death grip on the hand pinned against the wall. I finish unzipping my pants and cast them aside along with my shirt, groaning when her hands curl around my cock and stroke once from base to tip.
“Condoms?”
Her hand stills. “I think I left them in the car.” I curse, about to tug my jeans back on and jog outside when she drops to her knees. “Or we could work around that.”
She flicks her tongue across the tip, licking off the bead of moisture. I groan, bracing a hand against the wall to keep myself upright. She runs her tongue slowly along the underside, torturing me with every flick of her tongue. Each second she lets pass without moving faster, agony. My fingers curl against the wall, scratching grooves in with my nails to keep from tangling them in her hair and fucking her mouth.
She pumps me once, using her spit as lube to run tip to base before taking me into her mouth and I nearly blow my load, I’m wound so tight. She takes me in as far as she can, working the rest with a tight fist.
I lose track of everything beyond how good she feels, and strain to stay in place so I don’t choke her. Her nails dig into my ass as she relentlessly works my length and I tangle my hand in her hair when the first wave of pleasure slams down over me. Flexing my hips, I thrust into her mouth as gently as I can manage while coming, but she just takes me deeper as I struggle to remain standing. As her tongue swirls around my cock, swallowing down every last drop and still milking me for more, I groan, head tilted to the ceiling and riding out the trembling aftershocks.
“I should come home for lunch more often,” Dorian chuckles suddenly and my eyes fly open.
Cambria doesn’t startle and I wonder if she’s known he was there the whole time. Still, she swallows me down, appearing for all intents and purposes that it doesn’t bother her in the slightest. I shudder as she releases me with a wet popping sound and gives me a wicked smirk, winking as she rises to her feet.
“What can I say? I take my job very seriously,” she declares, smoothing down her short skirt as Dorian eyes roam over her heatedly.
Yanking my clothes back on, I war with the strange realization that I’m the only one feeling weird I was caught with my dick out. The other two sure don’t give two shits, and though I know this is what I signed up for, it’s still an adjustment.
“You know that orgasms aren’t part of the job, right?” he clarifies, especially with the way he was spiraling last night after putting her in bed.
I internally curse, pissed at myself for not considering how she might look at this like being backed into a corner, her options limited. Honestly, any number of things could have happened to her and I’m only just beginning to understand what makes her tick. This is exactly the reason I was trying to bring up the money thing, so we could all be on a level playing field with each other. Then I had to go thinking with my dick and potentially fucked everything up.
I would rather chew glass than tell Lucien that he was right.
She looks at him quizzically. “Well I would hope not, or I’ll be demanding a big fucking raise,” she scoffs indignantly. When he continues to press her, she rolls her eyes. “Atlas didn’t force me into anything, Dorian. I like sex and it’s been a heck of a while since someone else got my rocks off. Things have been just a wee bit stressful since meeting you three, so really, you only have yourselves to blame.”
“We’re to blame for you wanting to suck my dick?” I snort.
She nods sagely. “And you should feel terrible, taunting a poor fae with no follow through.” There’s pounding at the front door and her eyes light up, straightening her outfit while also pulling the top down to show more cleavage. “Please, sirs, do allow me.”
She saunters away, completely throwing herself into the role. I may not know everything about her yet, but I’m starting to see that she embraces any chance she can find to escape, even if it’s just for a little while. Whether that’s by dancing until she’s so exhausted she can’t stand, or donning a persona and stepping into a fictional person’s life for a few minutes.
Anything that takes her away from herself, if only for a moment.
Dorian and I follow her towards the living room, arriving just in time to see her usher Lucien’s secretary to a seat on the couch. Belinda is eyeing Cambria with barely veiled concern, taking the water bottle she passes her politely.
“Mr. Avrell left without the file he needed, so I thought I’d drop it off. Is he here?” she asks nervously, pulling a large manila envelope out of her bag.
“Master Lucien won’t be back until later, I’m afraid,” Cambria answers politely.
Dorian is trying to hide his laughter, and I’m not doing much better. Luce is going to get his ass handed to him the next time he crosses paths with Belinda.
“Sweetheart, sit down for a moment. I think we need to have a discussion,” she prompts, all motherly concern and upset.
Cambria shakes her head adamantly. “Oh no, I couldn’t possibly! No rest until the house is sparkling, just the way Master Lucien likes it.”
She keeps her eyes downcast submissively, and Belinda’s neck and face become a blotchy, red mess. She turns to glare at the two of us, and my snickers die off in my throat.
“And you two! You have a hand in this as well?” she demands, glaring.
“Not at all, ma’am,” I counter, hands up innocently.
Dorian jumps in. “We were actually concerned ourselves, so we’ve been staying here to keep an eye on things and make sure our friend hasn't finally snapped and done something lecherous.”
