I back her up against the opposite counter and her cheeks flush.Tipping up her chin, I search her eyes.
“I want to fuck you until your legs give out, pip.”I lower my head and breathe in her gasp.“Do you want to get caught fucking us?Maybe Natasha will come back in and find me buried in your tight pussy, fucking you until you scream.Maybe you want them to find us.How quiet do you think you can be, pip?With all our dicks fucking you until you come all over us?”
She bites her lip and palms my cock.“I won’t make a peep, boss.I promise.You can fuck me while I focus on my cupcakes.If anyone comes in, they’ll only see you helping me.”
I chuckle because no one would believe that.I rub my thumb over her lips and they part.“You think you can be quiet, pip?”
She smirks.“Yes, boss.”
Liar.
I glance at Wyatt, then Finn, then Drew.All of them are on board.I nod to Finn and he goes out the door that Natasha left through.
“Ice your cupcakes, pip.”I back away.
She moves to her bowl of frosting and grabs the piping bag, watching us warily.Like we might pounce at any moment.
Wyatt chuckles.“What’s wrong, trouble?Afraid you won’t be able to handle it?”
She finishes with the bag and squeezes out a small amount on a napkin.“I’m ready when you are, sir.”
Finn comes back in and gives me a nod.That means they’re far enough away not to come running if Sara does end up screaming, but we’ll make sure she doesn’t make a peep.
She begins to frost one of the cupcakes.Tension rides her as she waits for one of us to move.Drew leans against the counter beside her, watching her pipe the icing.She twitches a little.
“Can you imagine just having one cock for that needy cunt?”Finn rests against the counter on her other side.“Just one that may or may not make you come.”
She releases a pent-up breath and meets his dancing green eyes.“One dick is better than none, which is what I’m getting right now.”
Wyatt closes in on her back.“Greedy, trouble?”
“Always,” she whispers.Her gaze darts to the door.
“It’s not locked, if that’s what you’re thinking.”Finn grazes his finger along her jaw.“Anyone could walk through that door at any time and see exactly what we’re doing.”
She whimpers slightly.Yeah, she’s into the idea of getting caught.
Wyatt drags her pants over her hips and down her legs to hang between her knees.Her panties go next.When he slides his hand over her bare ass cheek, she messes up her icing on the cupcake.
He swats her ass, filling the air with the resounding smack.“Don’t mess up, trouble.You said you could frost these and get fucked.Practically begged for it.Did you lie?”
Her eyes flash with heat and anger, but lust glows there too.“No, I didn’t lie.”
He spanks her again.“No, I didn’t lie…”
“Sir.”She looks livid.Pink crawls from her neck up to her cheeks.
“Work, trouble.”Wyatt waits while she scrapes off the icing she messed up and puts it back in the bowl.When she picks up the icing bag, he slides his fingers into her pussy.“So soaking wet, Sara.Does thinking you’re going to get caught with my cock buried inside you turn you on that much?”
“Yes, sir.”She moans quietly and tries to focus on the cupcake.
He takes his fingers out of her and frees his cock, stroking it a couple times before nudging it against her entrance.
She gasps but doesn’t stop working.
“If you stop or mess up, I’m going to stop fucking you, trouble.”He moves her hair off her neck and presses a soft kiss to where her shoulder and neck meet.“Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
