Addison surprised me when she worked the buttons free on the tiny shirt that barely covered her breasts. And when she leaned down and brushed her tits over my thighs, I hissed in a breath.
Realizing the bed was still too high for Mr. Parker to remain standing, I hit the button again until Addison’s ass was at his hip level. This time, when our eyes met, I willed him to see my desire. I wanted to watch this. I wanted it more than I wanted her decadent little mouth on my cock.
I heard the sound of foil and I realized Mr. Parker had produced a condom. I knew he wouldn’t go without one until the three of us had agreed, which meant test results had to be produced. He was nothing if not cautious and always proactive in protecting himself and his partners.
I loved that about him.
“Look at me,” I instructed Addison, breaking character. At this point, we’d pretty much gone off the reservation anyway.
Her pretty blue eyes lifted to my face.
“I want you to suck me while Mr. Parker fucks you.”
Her mouth fell open as a raspy moan escaped her.
“Can you do that for me, precious?”
“God, yes,” she said, wrapping her fists around my cock before practically inhaling me.
I sucked in a breath, watching the two of them.
Mr. Parker moved up behind Addison, one hand on her hip as he guided her backward. I held my breath, watching, waiting, desperate to see the instant Mr. Parker filled her.
A whimper escaped her and her eyes met mine as she released my cock.
“Tell me,” I ordered her, my voice hard. “Tell me when he fills you.”
She gave a jerky nod, her hands landing on my thighs as she pushed back against Mr. Parker.
When her eyes widened and locked with mine, I knew.
“He’s… Oh, God.” Her eyes closed, her mouth falling open. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good.” When she opened her eyes again, they were glazed over, pure passion clouding her vision. “He’s filling me, Mr. Snowden. He’s—”
A rough growl escaped Mr. Parker and I studied his face. He looked pained but satisfied, the muscles in his neck tight.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight. Oh, fuck…Addison…”
“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Please fuck me, Mr. Parker.”
Unable to help myself, I grabbed my cock, jerking roughly as I watched the two of them, Addison kneeling over me, her breasts bouncing as Mr. Parker began fucking her harder, faster. It was unlike anything I’d ever witnessed. The passion, the need so apparent it almost hurt to watch them.
Addison’s fingernails dug into my thighs as she began meeting Mr. Parker thrust for thrust. My strokes matched theirs and I knew when they came, I would, too. Hell, I would be lucky to last that long.
“Ah, fuck. That’s it, girl. Squeeze my cock. Squeeze it.” Mr. Parker groaned loudly. “Fuck me, Addison. Fuck me hard.”
Addison screamed as she slammed back against him, her eyes closing. “I’m coming!”
Oh, fuck.
I tightened my grip on my cock, wanting to hold off until Mr. Parker came.
Our eyes met over her head and then pleasure obliterated me when Addison’s mouth came down on my dick, sucking me in deep. I growled, the overwhelming pleasure too much to bear.
“I’m coming,” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, precious. Swallow me.”
With his eyes locked with mine, one hand on Addison’s hip, the other curling over her shoulder, he pulled her back roughly and came with a roar.
I sat there, completely overwhelmed, not sure I could even breathe.
Never in my life had I experienced anything even remotely as powerful as that.
Twenty-Eight
ADDISON
BY THE TIME FRIDAY ROLLED around, I was feeling infinitely better about my place within the company. I no longer had to shadow Luci because I was fielding questions and phone calls for Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker without needing help. Of course, there were a few questions I had to get more input on, but I had decided that going to them was the best way to learn, so that was what I’d started to do. I would make a list and when I had several, I would find one or both of them and get the answers that I needed.
It was working well, and from what I could tell, they didn’t mind.
Granted, Luci and I were still alternating mornings and afternoons with the phones. Since Dale wouldn’t start for another week, I figured I would be used to it by then. It wasn’t a bother because it kept me busy.
I was also getting a routine down. When I arrived in the mornings, I started a pot of coffee. I had learned to make sure Mr. Snowden had his caffeine throughout the day. He drank it morning and afternoon. Since I wasn’t a big coffee drinker, I’d had to put a sticky note on my desk as a reminder to ensure there was some and it was fresh.
