Page 193 of Indecent Obsession
Footsteps hurry behind me. I glance over my shoulder and run into a solid object with an oof. Someone lifts me off my feet. It’s dark where we are. I need to fight or get away.
Lifting my legs, I wrap them around the person holding me and fall back, hoping they’ll either put me down or fall with me. He’s tall and solid. It’s possibly Dante, but I can’t be sure with the adrenaline surging inside. He lowers me to the ground but follows me down, pressing his weight against me.
I push at his shoulders and wiggle to get free, but he captures my hands and puts them over my head. I release his waist to try to roll away, but his knees straddle my hips. The dark shadow hovers above me and I stop struggling.
Finn’s shirt almost masks the other man’s scent, who still has a shirt on. I try to twist beneath him, but he holds me there, not speaking. My heart pounds as I try to figure out who has me pinned to the ground. Dante would say something, right?
A hand skids up my ribs under my shirt before cupping my breast. Sparks flow through me at his touch, stoking the fire already burning inside me. He teases my taut nipple with his fingers until I’m squirming beneath him for a different reason.
Footsteps make me aware someone else is here. The man holding my breast draws his hand out and grabs either side of my shirt before tearing it open. Buttons go flying everywhere. I gasp and try to push him away with my freed hands.
He slides forward over my waist. His hands grab mine and slam them down on the ground next to my head with a growl that makes everything in me sit up in awareness. Someone else grabs my ankles and I kick out at him, but he just chuckles, rich and delicious.
I try to figure out the size and shape of the man on my chest to recognize him while trying to break free. But the darkness closes over us and he’s not putting his weight on me. When his fingers weave into mine, he lowers to brush our lips together.
“Dante,” I breathe out. Everything inside me knows him and the feel of his lips against mine. His touch. His body. The dark distorts so much.
“Found you,” he whispers against my lips, claiming my mouth in a kiss with tongue and teeth as he holds me against the floor. I open up to him and relax a little. Enough that whoever has my legs pushes them wide and a cock thrusts inside me.
“Fuck.” I arch against Dante’s weight. The way the guy fucks me gives me all the clue I need. It may not have been enough when I was a virgin, but now I know how each of them feels when they take me. Finn buries his cock inside me over and over.
Dante brings my wrists together and holds them with one hand while he reaches between us and frees his cock with the other. He spits on his hand. After a moment, he strokes his wet cock against my skin. I’m burning up, feeling Finn’s hard, thick cock thrusting in and out of me.
Someone takes my hands and I look up as a third shadow joins our party. Dante’s hands take my breasts as he slides his cock against my breastbone. His fingers pinch my nipples and he works his cock back and forth. With Finn fucking my pussy and Dante fucking my breasts, I can’t hold back.
I cry out my release as it shimmers through me. I can’t breathe for a second as they work me through my orgasm. The guy holding my hands cradles my head and turns it toward himself. His cock brushes my lips.
Even though my eyes are open, I can’t see a thing, but my tongue darts out to lick his tip, tasting him. Drew. When I part my lips, he slides his cock inside my mouth. They begin to move as one as they all fuck me, sparking the fire all over again.
I’m spread wide for them on the office floor. A cock buried in my pussy, in my mouth, and between my breasts. It’s overwhelming, and yet, part of me wants more. For Wyatt to be under me, fucking me with the others.
I’ve never had them all at once, and just the thought is enough to catapult me into another orgasm. My toes curl as the heat floods my body. I moan, my pussy clutching around Finn’s cock, drawing him deeper. He groans his release, and his warm cum fills me.
Drew is the next to come. I swallow greedily, not wanting to lose a drop. When Finn pulls out, before I can take in the emptiness, Dante slides down my body and thrusts deep into my pussy. I shatter all around him, crying out at the additional stretch and the additional sparks floating through me.
He lifts my hips and fucks me hard, but I’m no longer struggling. He leans over me and brushes his lips against mine. “You’re gorgeous, pip.”
I can’t breathe as he fucks into me. Everything is so sensitive. Even my nipples rubbing against his chest is too much. It pushes me over the edge again. Pleasure flows through me, filling me as Dante bites my neck and moans. His release floods me with warmth.
“Good girl,” he whispers, sending a shiver through me as he pulls away, leaving me on the floor. They’re all gone in the next minute.
I draw in a breath and pull my shirt together as I try to stand. My knees are shaky, but I manage to stumble away from whatever that was. I’m wet and a little achy between my legs. The whole experience was hot and confusing and I want to do it again.
I need to find the bathroom to clean up. There’s one close to Wyatt’s office. As I pass by, I’m pushed face-first against the open door with a hot male body holding me up. I gasp in a breath. The scent of leather fills the air.
He runs his nose up the nape of my neck and I shiver. I don’t know how much more fight I have in me, but out of all of them, Wyatt is the one that wants it the most. And fuck, do I want to give it to him exactly how he wants it.
I push back against him and try to get away. He growls, sending shivers down my spine before biting my shoulder hard.
“Ahh.” It shocks me enough that he drags me into his office and pushes me over his desk, holding me down by my neck. My shirt is open, pressing my warm skin against the cool wood. Trying to get leverage, I put my hands on either side of myself and try to push up. It’s useless to fight as he lifts my leg to the side, brushing my knee against the edge of the desk, and thrusts his cock into my pussy.
“Fuck.” I reach for the hand holding my neck and dig my fingernails into his skin.
He thrusts in harder, bumping my hip bones against the edge of the desk with every plunge. His hand squeezes around the back of my neck as his teeth sink into my shoulder, pain and arousal flow through me in a confusing symphony. His low growl should be a warning, but fuck if it doesn’t turn me on even more.
My pussy pulses around his thick cock, daring him to do more, to fuck me harder, to make me his. He said this would be for him and not me. That he wouldn’t care if I came or not. Maybe that’s why he let the others play with me first.
His thrusts are hard and staccato. But the angle is perfect as he bumps my G-spot over and over again. My hands fall to the desk, useless against his attack. I’m hyperaware of every inch of him taking me. He holds my leg aloft and my head down on the desk. I wouldn’t think it would be hot but I’m burning inside. Every hard thrust pushes me higher and higher.
