Page 69 of Captive

Getting fucked on the desk? This is like Christmas. Who needs Santa when you have three sexy as sin, more than willing men ready to fulfill your every fantasy?

Chapter Twenty-Eight – Royal

The moment I push everything off the desk, it clicks in her head. I can see the moment it does, because the grin she wears is like the Cheshire fucking Cat, all toothy and devious. I push her between my body and the desk, hoist her backside up on its edge, and then lean down to claim her lips with mine.

Fuck, I’ll never tire of kissing her, never tire of fucking her. I could have her every which way and still it would never be enough, and if you ask the others the same, I’m sure they’d say something similar.

Tonight we’re going to take turns fucking her on the desk. You know, make her dreams come true and all that good shit.

I bite her bottom lip and make her moan, and then I tear my mouth off hers, give her a hard look, and get right to tearing off her clothes. She is all too willing, especially with an audience; Hawthorne and Ezra stand around us, both waiting their turns and also upping the heat factor—it’s always hotter when you’re fucking for an audience, I’ve learned.

Hell, I’ve learned a lot about myself since Abby came into my life. For instance, I don’t mind sharing. Sharing is caring, as she likes to say. I’m also excited for the future, and not just about our next target. No, there’s so much more to look forward to now.

Soon enough Abby is sitting on the desk, totally fucking naked and totally fucking gorgeous, and I let my eyes roam over her body for a few moments before I take her by the throat and kiss her again, stealing the breath out of her lungs.

My cock is rock hard and raring to go, but Ezra’s voice rises out of nowhere, “Before we… get going, let me have a taste.”

Another thing I’ve learned is that Ezra loves to be buried between Abby’s thighs. He loves eating pussy. As much as I’m ready to fuck her here and now, I also wouldn’t mind a dripping wet cunt, something he is all too happy to bring about.

“Sure,” I growl out the word as I release her throat and take a step back, letting Ezra get situated between her thighs. My cock can wait.

Ezra doesn’t hesitate. He drops to his knees, hoists her legs over his shoulders, and dives right in. Abby inhales a sharp breath and brings a hand to the back of his head, digging her fingers into his hair as he begins his feast. Both Hawthorne and I only have eyes for her, and I know I’m not the only one sporting some wood.

Fuck. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, used to how amazing she feels, used to how she looks when she’s unraveling. I’m not, though, and I don’t think I’ll ever be used to it. Each time, it’s like I’m having her for the first time, discovering her anew. Just call me Magellan.

The man must have some fantastic skill with his tongue and mouth, because I swear he pushes her to the edge faster and faster each time, like he’s constantly trying to break his own record. Abby moans and squeezes her thighs around his face, and he dutifully keeps feasting on her. Her bare chest heaves, and she tosses her head back and shuts her eyes.

She is a beautiful sight. Nothing in the world could ever compare. It’s crazy to me how empty our lives were, looking back. Not that long ago we thought everything was fine, that we would continue on how we’ve always been. The unknown was not something any of us in this house wanted, but that’s exactly what we got with Abby, and honestly we couldn’t have gotten more lucky.

Birds of a feather flock together and all that cliched shit. We are the same. We’re a family. The family that slays together stays together.

Abby’s muscles tighten as she arches her back even more. She comes with a loud, trembling cry, and she rides out her orgasm as she grinds her pussy against Ezra’s face. Her orgasm must be world-shattering, and it lasts longer than it has any right to—or maybe the man between her legs is that good.

I have to adjust myself over my pants as I wait. On the other side of the desk, Hawthorne only has eyes for Abby; it looks like he’s easily able to ignore the hardness pressing against his pants as he does so.

Ezra doesn’t get up and move out of the way, not yet. No, he’s not satisfied until he makes Abby come another two times, and with each orgasm the woman on the desk trembles even more. Her eyes are closed, and I’d bet anything she is lost in a sea of pleasure, riding the high that his mouth gives her.

“That’s enough,” I growl out, and Ezra finally pulls his mouth off her apex, licking his lips as he gets to his feet and stumbles out of the way. “That sweet pussy is all mine now.” I unzip my pants as I get into position, and I don’t bother shedding my clothes; I only get out the most important part, the only piece of me I currently need.

The tip of my cock already oozes precum after watching her come so many times, and I take hold of myself with a fist and guide my tip along her slick folds, drawing a moan out of us both. With her legs spread and her pussy dripping, she is more than ready to take me in. Grunting, I push inside of her and fill her up.

And it’s like I’m home.

I lose myself to her and the feeling of her body around mine. She wraps her legs around my hips and I go at her like I’ve never gone at her before. If this desk isn’t broken or almost broken by the time we’re finished with her, then as far as I’m concerned, we didn’t have enough of a good time.

I lean down over her, and I manage to kiss her even though it’s not the best position for that. Her lips taste sweet, but not nearly as sweet as it feels to thrust into her core over and over again. I fuck her like I’ve never fucked her before, and her body takes everything I give it and then wordlessly begs me for more.

Tearing my mouth off hers, we both pant for a while, each of us letting out moans here and there. I stare down into her eyes as she gazes up into mine. We are locked on each other, and beneath her, the desk rocks along with my thrusts.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I ask in a gruff, rough voice. “You wanted to be fucked hard against this desk.” All she can do is nod and moan, cling to me, and I relish in the feeling.

It’s good to be needed, even greater to be desired like this. This, right here? This is what life is about. If I have to choose between the job and her, I’d choose her, no questions asked. I guess that’s probably what the Benefactor wanted to avoid with their rules, but sometimes you can’t fight fate—so it’s a damn good thing Abby would never make me choose.

I fucking love this woman.

I give her everything I have, and by the time that familiar pressure builds within my lower half, I can’t fight it. The pleasure explodes within me, and I lurch forward, thrusting deep as I empty myself straight into her tight, waiting pussy. Shot after shot of cum, she takes everything I have, milking me until I have nothing left.

A hand is set on my arm, and I turn my head to see that Ezra has pulled out his dick and is waiting for his turn at her on the desk. Though the last thing I want to do is pull out of her, that’s exactly what I do.