Page 54 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
I allowed it to continue for a few minutes, luxuriating in the way Ari’s asshole clenched my dick, hot and slick and tight. The pleasure rolled through me, a constant buzz, a high I found only in what they offered me. I loved watching my cock disappear inside them, but, like usual, I was reaching my own point of no return.
“On the ottoman. Drape yourself over Corvin and fuck him,” I commanded Taurus.
There was no hesitation, not even a pause for lubricant before Taurus had Corvin flat on his back, knees up by his ears, and Taurus’s cock buried in his tight, eager ass. They knew exactly what I wanted to see and ensured I witnessed every single detail, heard every grunt, every groan of encouragement.
“You will come when I do,” I announced to the group, gripping Ari’s hips and jerking him down on top of me, driving my cock impossibly deep.
He groaned long and low, the punishing thrust clearly inching him closer to release.
At that point, I thrust upward as I pushed to my feet, forcing Ari to fall forward on the end of the chair, bracing himself as I began to slam home. No more slow and gentle. This was hard, rough. My thigh muscles screamed as I straddled the chair, but I gave it little thought. I was overwhelmed by the tight clasp of Ari’s asshole on my cock as I chased my own release.
The grunts and groans around me intensified as the possessions drove themselves toward release with my permission.
My orgasm crashed through me like the waves on the sand below. I groaned loudly, an aftershock triggered when my possessions joined me, their sharp cries signaling their own release, Ari’s asshole locking tightly around my cock and dragging the air from my lungs as another ripple of electricity shot through me.
And then it was over.
There were no words spoken when I pulled out, got to my feet, and made my way to my bedroom. Corvin remained with me, as was his duty on Friday, while the others went back to their chores. Corvin joined me in the shower, where I allowed him to wash me, to tend to me because that was how he derived pleasure.
And when I extinguished the lights and turned in for a few hours, Corvin slipped out of the room while I drifted off with thoughts of Braelyn invading.
My last thought before I succumbed to sleep: had she enjoyed watching?
Because yes, I had known she was there.
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Braelyn
Despite the fact I was standing still, my heart was beating a rapid tattoo in my chest.
I wasn’t sure what I had witnessed, but I was fairly certain my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. That had been Talon with three other men. Men who were not the same as the ones on the plane. The three men I’d never seen before … well, they’d been intimate. With Talon. With each other.
Like the incident on the airplane, I had found myself watching, intruding on someone else’s private moment, but I hadn’t been able to look away. At one point, I could’ve sworn Talon’s gaze had swung down to where I stood on the beach, but I couldn’t be sure. I had gone down to the water simply because I’d never been to a beach before, and it had been too inviting not to. If I had known I would’ve had a front-row seat to such an erotic encounter, I wanted to think I would’ve stayed in my room. However, now as I reflected on it, acknowledging the rush of pleasure I’d received from watching, I wasn’t sure I would have.
Mesmerized. That was what I’d been. Like on the plane, I’d been enthralled by the interactions between the men and Talon, all those sleek, muscular bodies moving together. But it had been the command in Talon’s voice, the dominance he clearly wielded that had kept me there, observing as he fucked—because there was no other word to describe what they’d done—the one man while the others did something similar.
Cold shower.
That was what I needed, so I hurried back inside once Talon and the others disappeared into the house.
Back in my room, I closed the door, leaned against it for a moment, and tried to catch my breath.
Something on the bed caught my eye, and I glanced over to see a pristine white box with a red silk ribbon wrapped around it.
Frowning, I pushed away from the door, headed for the bed. It wasn’t a big box—narrow and long—so I couldn’t imagine what was inside. Picking it up, I weighed it thoughtfully, curious as to where it had come from and what it was. It had decent weight for its size.
Too curious not to, I lifted the lid, finding a note sitting just inside. Retrieving it, I read the words scrawled in neat, feminine lettering: This might come in handy while you’re here.
