“Give me that pussy, princess, I’m going to remind you that this is the only one I want.”
Oh. My. GOD!
“On your back, I want everything, those luscious fucking tits, that sweet, wet cunt, and that hungry, tight, little ass. I’ve got plenty of oil, here, princess, I might just have to fuck you there tonight.”
He can talk me to orgasm. Just. Like. That.
Rock doesn’t move as I lift myself on his desk in front of him, he’s in his chair, immobile, waiting, watching. I lower myself back with my feet and legs dangling over the side directly in front of him. He hits the button on the phone again, then closes his hands on my calves and lifts my legs, knees bent, and places the heels of my feet on the edge of his desk, my legs open wide.
“I don’t know if we’re going to get involved with that. That’s not something we usually do. Besides, it’s been awhile since we’ve taken on anything like this,” he talks into the phone as he spreads my labia lips with his thumbs. Then he lowers his face to my sex and runs his pointed tongue through the folds before spearing it into my hole.
I stifle the moan pressing itself in my mouth trying to get out.
He’s eating me out while he’s talking on the phone!
He stands only to lift my arms over my head, the phone still cradled between his head and shoulder. Holding my arms, he lowers his mouth to mine and glides his tongue along my lips, my teeth, my tongue, the inner walls of my mouth, stroking and caressing my whole mouth with his tongue, leaving my taste to linger on my taste buds as he returns his focused attention to my sex. He sits and rolls his chair closer to his desk. This time he takes my already throbbing clit between his fingers and pinches. Long and hard, rubbing it between his digits.
I scream. I scream because I come right there while he’s on the phone.
Rock’s eyes slide up my body, they’d been transfixed on my hungry pussy, and lock with mine. My chest is rising and falling with my heavy breaths as I bite down hard on my lower lip to keep another wail from bursting from me.
“No, everything’s fine,” Rock says into the phone with a wicked smile.
I’m going to kill you! I glare at him.
He raises an eyebrow at me as he slowly pushes a finger inside me. My head drops back on the desk with a soft thump as my knees fall to the desk spread open.
Yes, yes, yes…
“I’m not sure, I have to feel this out and see what comes of it,” Rock says.
I lift my head and squint at him. He winks at me with a playful smirk. Then he bends his finger and rubs that magic spot inside me, the spot that makes my back arch off the hard surface and my whole body come alive. He twists and turns, rubs and thrusts, then he pushes in two fingers.
I’ve stopped hearing what he’s saying on the phone, I barely notice he’s still talking. The only thing I know is what he’s doing to me and how he’s making me feel.
He pushes my knees up to my chest.
“I’ve got to go. I’ll call you after I’ve reviewed everything. No, don’t call me. Bye.” He slams the phone down on the desk just as the door opens.
“Rock, the answer…,” Snake’s words trail off.
His eyes roam over my naked body sprawled out in front of Rock on his desk as he steps all the way in and closes the door behind him. Rock’s hands haven’t stopped working their magic, his fingers sliding down my folds and are now pressing on my tight back entrance. My heart thuds erratically as an embarrassing flush explodes through me. I jerk my hands to cover my breasts and move to slam my knees closed.
Rock grabs my legs before I could. “Don’t you dare fucking move, princess, we are not finished here, not by far. Get those arms back up, those tits are mine. Do I have to get Snake to hold you so you don’t move them again?”
No one moves. I drag my eyes from Rock’s intense gaze to Snakes riveting one. Both of them penetrating, both of them demanding. Both of them burn me so good.
But it’s Rock’s words, Rock’s command, Rock’s promises that push me over the edge.
I don’t know what comes over me, but slowly, so decadently and wickedly slowly I bring my hands back to cover my breasts as I lock eyes with Rock.
A slow grin lifts the corners of his mouth.
“So, so wrong about you, princess,” he whispers. Not tearing his eyes from mine, Rock tells him, “Snake, get her fucking arms, don’t let her move. I give you permission to do whatever you have to, to keep her right where I need her.”
Holy shit! What did I just do?!
Snake slowly walks over to us. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Tinkerbell, what are we going to do with you?”
My eyes are wide as I watch Snake approach, but warmth, a deliciously thick burning heat seeps through me.
“You told her about that, didn’t you,” Rock’s voice is husky as his fingers continue hypnotizing me, tugging and pinching and rubbing my clit.
“Yes, he told me...,” I begin.
Smack. His open palm lands on my clit as I squeal in surprise. A burst of electricity shoots wonderful pulsing sparks through me and makes my whole pelvis quiver. “Quiet. You are only feeling, princess. Feeling every touch, every lick, every goddamn thing. Until I ask you something.” Rock slips two fingers into my wetness. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” he growls, and lowers his face to suck my entire pussy into his mouth.
Snake’s hands are on my arms caressing my nakedness. Our eyes lock. I don’t move, I can’t, because I need. I need so bad. He must see it, must see something in my eyes, because he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me. His tongue probes and searches, feels and explores, stroking my mouth, as his hands slide to my breasts, taking my nipples between his fingers, only to feed my hunger. As he teases the peaks, he says against my lips, “If she were mine, Rock, I’d have her spread out just like this all the time. I’d eat off her stomach, drink from her mouth, and write my notes on her perfect skin just like that,” he lifts a finger and traces it over the word etched across my bald mound.
Aaak! The writing from last night, all the words Rock wrote on me.
Rock lifts his head from between my spread thighs, his face wet from my arousal. “I like that idea, how about you, princess?” He presses a finger against the puckered, and hungry, ring of my muscle of my ass. “Be my own indulgence right here on my desk, always ready for me to feast, and fuck, and taste, and touch.” His finger penetrates my tightness completely to slide it in and out slowly.
I moan. It’s low and deep and long, and I don’t care. I’m unraveling, melting, and soaring. Two sets of hands working me and touching me all over is almost more than I can handle.
“Answer me, princess, would you like for me to use you whenever and however I want?”
He slides a palm down my thigh to press his thumb firmly on my clit while adding another finger to my selfish back hole.
Snake leans over and takes one of my nipples into his mouth as he twists the other between his fingers.
“Yesssssssss,” I hiss out on a heavy breath.
“She’s quite a little treasure, Rock.”
“You haven’t even seen her pussy yet. It’s fucking heaven,” Rock grits out roughly.
Why do I feel so good listening to them talk about me like this?
Snake slides one hand down my body to fondle my pulsing nub.
“Can I see that sweet cunt of yours, Summer? Hmmm,” he drags his tongue over my lips as his thumb flicks my nipple and his finger rubs my clit.
Rock’s fingers are making circles in my ass, wonderful little swirls that wake up every nerve ending I never knew I had.
Rock bends down so his mouth is at my ear. Through the fog of my lust, I feel his warm breath on my skin, the soft sensation tantalizing me. He whispers, “He’s going to look at my pussy, princess, he’s going to feel it, stroke it, pet it, and penetrate it with his finger. Because soon, sometime very soon,” I’m panting like a mad woman, lost in the frenzy of desire, my mouth open, my eyes rolled back in my head, “he’s going to fuc
k your ass while I fuck my pussy. Because no one’s cock but mine gets that pussy, but you should feel,” he makes those delicious circles in my tightness bigger. I suck in a heavy breath and push into him, “That’s right, use me, princess. You should feel what it’s like to have all your holes filled at the same time. The pleasure,” Rock thrusts slowly in and out, Snake flicks and rubs. “The hunger,” he sucks a hard nipple into his mouth, “the intensity.”
I hear the rasp of a zipper opening and my sex reacts hungrily. I’m so, so close, so needy, so hungry, so ready.
“I’m going to take your ass now, princess,” Rock grabs a bottle of oil from his drawer and squirts a generous amount onto his hand. As he rubs it over his shaft, burning me with his stare, he says, “Snake is going to suck on that sweet pussy of mine while I do.”
“Please,” I moan and I don’t care who hears me.
He holds the bottle of oil over my pelvis and squeezes a long stream over my mound. The soft trickle of it dripping over me and down to my ass feels like soft little licks of a tongue.
I whisper in sweet agony, “Oh, God…”
“Do you want, princess?” Rock asks as he glides the head of his shaft through my wetness.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
I’m virtually mindless, all the stimulation these men are giving me has me so wonderfully gone. Snakes mouth licking, sucking, nibbling, kissing, as hands rub, stroke, and pinch me everywhere.
“Do you need, need so bad it hurts?” Rock asks gruffly as he presses the tip of his hardness into my sex with his two fingers still buried completely in my rear.
Another long hungry moan.
“Fuck, she’s so fucking perfect, Rock,” Snakes voice is hard and gruff.
I lift a hand and find Snakes erection through his pants and squeeze.
He growls a deep animal sound.
Rock asks, “Do you want to taste Snake, princess, feel a cock while I fuck you, taste it, run your tongue over it envisioning mine sliding in and out of you?”
I don’t hesitate, I don’t think, I act on need and desire. I’m too far gone.
“Yes, please, yes…”
The sound of another zipper. Rock’s finger’s pull out slowly only to be replaced by the thick round crown of his magic cock at my back entrance. I turn my head to side, my eyes closed, blindly searching for what I want, what I need, my mouth opening in welcome. The firm softness of Snake’s velvet shaft glides over my lips then slides into the heat of my mouth as I feel Rock’s thickness filling me in a place never touched before, only by his fingers. As my lips close over the unfamiliar cock in my mouth, a cock I have to have right now just like this, Snake’s mouth begins to lavish me.
Rock slowly slides his cock inside me until I feel his hips pressed against me.
Stinging pain.
Shock waves ripple through me.
Heat flashes through every part of me.
Fingers thrust in and out of my wetness.
Hands press my thighs open and hold me still.
Snake sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue as his fingers rub me inside, rubbing that spot that makes me drunk.
Everything within me begins to clench and tighten, suck and grab, and with every pulse, I want more.
“That’s it princess,” Rock rasps out as he pulls himself from me, then gently presses back in, “feel us, fuck us, squeeze us tighter.”
I wrap my arms around Snake’s legs and start to suck him harder. His hips thrusts into my mouth in sync with his fingers in my sheath. But what Rock is making me feel with his cock in my ass, it’s an acid trip jacked up with rocket fuel.
Every thrust, every time he stuffs me full of his thickness, I want to scream MORE.
The harder I suck Snake, the hungrier he feasts on me. The more Rock fills me, the harder I squeeze him. We’re spiraling towards that cliff and we’re all going together.
The pleasure is like an avalanche ready to annihilate all three of us, I can feel it teetering, ready to crash.
“Fuck, princess,” Rock growls.
He pulls me back onto him completely, my ass filled up with his thickness, and circles his hips. Snake takes my clit between his teeth and holds it, teasing it with his tongue.
I shatter. I explode into a million bursting brilliant pieces.
First I scream around Snakes cock. The vibrations must set him off, he growls around my clit, and that only intensifies my climax, and I scream again. Rock curses as he pulls me even tighter to him, “FUCK, PRINCESS.” Snake grips the back of my head with one hand and holds me still with him pushed all the way to the back of my throat as he comes in my mouth, his other hand still rubbing the fuck out of that magic spot inside me. Rock thrusts one, two, three more times, then he slams into me, his body stiffens as he lets go.
Snake is the first to pull back, his hand still cradling my head. He brings his mouth to mine. “Perfect, Tinkerbell, absolutely perfect.” He kisses me again, devouring my mouth, tasting himself with me.
I’m still reeling when he backs away and Rock slowly pulls out of me.
“You are going to be my destruction, princess, you fucking slay me.”
Snake quietly leaves the room, and gives us time alone. I need it after what just happened, what I just did. What we just did.
What I just thoroughly enjoyed.
Rock covers me with open wet kisses all over my body as he brings my legs back to center, bringing me back to earth. As he leans over me, he pushes my breasts together and showers them with the same attention.
I still don’t move; I lie there enjoying the last tremors of my high.
“Is it perfectly clear now that you,” he pauses, staring into my eyes, “your pussy is the only one I want,” he asks as his eyes hold mine.
That slip, that tiny little word tells me so much.
You.
I hold him, this man who tries to be dark and cold, an impenetrable, unfeeling scary man.
I know differently.
It hurts something inside me, hurts so good.
“Yes,” I whisper, trying to hide everything I’m feeling. “It is.”
“And just so you know, princess, you were beautiful. Completely beautiful.”
My heart constricts.
I think he’s going to be my destruction.
ROCK
CHAPTER 17
What the fuck just happened here?
As I clean my cum from the woman sprawled out on my desk, the most incredible fucking woman I’ve ever met, my heart feels like it’s in a vice grip. Seeing it drip from her tight little ass is one of the most beautiful things I’ve witnessed in a long time. Not because I fucked her there, not by far. Not because Snake and I just fucked her.
Because she gave herself to me, she trusted me to take care of her, to give her what she needs, what she craves, what she yearns for.
Because she needed it. She wanted it.
It was for her.
She gave me the greatest gift anyone could ever give.
She gave me herself.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now, princess?” I ask, my own voice unrecognizable to me.
I sound like such a fucking sap. I don’t do this.
She chuckles in her own sweet, innocent way with her legs open wide letting me do whatever I want, naked, uninhibited, and absolutely perfect.
“Really,” she asks, “naked, and legs spread?”
I grin like a kid. What in the hell is wrong with me?
“Yes, just like this. You open to me, vulnerable,” I lean over her and softly bite her lip, “trusting me completely,” I say quietly, my face an inch from hers, so close I feel her soft breath on my face. Because that’s what I want. I want all of her. “Snake was right, I should keep you here, just like this, all time.”
Her eyes flick over mine, back and forth, searching for something.
Truth?
Deceit?
Malice?
Honesty?
Sincerity?
“Why, Rock?”
The question is simple. People ask this same thing a million times a day. But what do they really want to know? And what do we really want to answer? Do we give them the surface reply, not allowing them to see below that facade to what’s really inside? The real reason, the true purpose? A glimpse at the being we really are, our needs, our desires, our hopes, dreams, and wants?
Do we let them know what we really feel?
Do we let them know we know what they really want and feel and need?
Do we accept that responsibility and in turn own it and commit to it?
Do we step to the plate and be what they need us to be?
Do we become what we need to be?
Or do we take the easy way out, the safe answer, keeping all of that truth buried underneath so many layers of bullshit, even we stop recognizing the falseness in our own words anymore?
I don’t move, I keep her pinned beneath me, each of us searching for answers in ourselves and in each other.
“Because, princess,” I begin slowly, “that’s where you need to be so you can feel safe and stop hiding.”
I can feel her deep intake of breath as her eyes widen and her body tenses below mine. She starts to squirm as she shuts down all emotion.
“What makes you think I don’t feel safe?” she asks as she nudges my chest and averts her gaze.
Well, well, well, what have we here? Our precious little Summer is hiding. And apparently safety is a big concern for her.
I grip her wrists and pull her hands above her head, not giving her an inch of space to move.
“I didn’t. But apparently you don’t.” She scowls at me as she purses her lips, clamping her mouth shut, stopping herself from saying anything else. What other mysteries do you have, Summer? “Why did you come here, princess? Nobody just comes to this little hole in the wall, to any hole in the wall for that matter. They either were born here and never left, had to come here to take care of a dying relative, or they’re hiding, running from something?”
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