vice-versa.
It was quite possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever said to anyone while keeping a straight face. To their credit, they didn’t flinch or say anything other than “Noted, ma’am.”
I haven’t gotten any frantic phone calls from my parents, so Brooks and Davis haven’t ratted me out – yet. I tell myself that Secret Service agents keep all kinds of secrets, that even if they suspected anything they have zero evidence that anything untoward is happening. I tell myself that they’re professionals.
Unlike me. I used to be a professional, but my level of professionalism might be very quickly spiraling downward.
“Your call with Robert Brownstone was rescheduled.” Janice’s voice is loud over the speaker on the phone.
“Perfect. I’ll catch up on –“
“Wait. The call was rescheduled, so I slid a donor into the spot,” Janice says. “He’s here now.”
“Great.” I keep my voice cheerful, even though I really would rather watch paint dry than schmooze a donor right now.
At least, that’s true until I see who the donor is.
“Ms. Sullivan,” Noah says, his words clipped, his tone professional. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and his hair is wet, like he just got out of the shower.
“Mr. Ashby,” I say, extending my hand to shake his. Electricity runs through me at his mere touch and my body aches for him, despite seeing him and Aiden last night. He holds my hand a few moments too long before releasing it. “Janice, how much time do I have?”
“Thirty minutes,” she says before answering another call.
“Plenty of time,” Noah says gruffly, his eyes locked on mine. I turn around, the throbbing between my legs almost too intense to bear as I walk back to the office with Noah behind me. I can feel his gaze on me as I walk. Inside the office, he closes the door and locks it immediately, his hand going straight to the nape of my neck before I even turn around. “I couldn’t wait until tonight.”
“Who said there was going to be a tonight?” I whisper as he pushes me forward, going straight to the window that overlooks a busy street. He puts my palms flat on the glass, his hands going to my skirt and yanking it up at the sides.
“There’s going to be a tonight,” he growls, his voice low in my ear.
“You didn’t even ask if this window was see-through from the outside,” I whisper, as he hikes my skirt over my backside and yanks my panties down my thighs.
“If this window was see-through, you wouldn't have let me pull up your skirt, Grace," Noah growls.
Okay, so maybe I'm not that reckless. I might be reckless enough to let Noah Ashby pull my panties off and push me up against my office window, but not reckless enough to screw him in public.
Yet.
At the rate I'm losing my inhibitions, I may be fucking Noah and Aiden in the damn White House next week.
That should strike fear into my heart, but in this moment, all I can think about is how much I want them.
“Aiden’s not with you,” I say, half a question and half a statement, but I'm immediately distracted by Noah’s fingers between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re so damn wet already,” Noah growls. He doesn’t need to tell me to spread my legs. I step wider to give him access, like some kind of reflex, and he pushes his fingers inside me so easily.
“I think I’m wet all the time,” I whisper. I think I’m walking around in a constant state of arousal now, between being fucked by them and thinking about being fucked by them. It’s a high, some kind of addiction they’ve triggered, and I don’t want to come down from it.
“Aiden's coming soon. Right now, you’re all mine.”
Oh, God. I’m close to coming already myself.
“This pussy is so wet for me, Grace,” Noah whispers, his voice gruff. “So ready all the time. Tell me how ready you are.”
I whimper softly as he pulls his fingers from between my legs and the crinkle of a condom wrapper fills the room. “I’m so ready,” I whisper.
“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you,” Noah growls. “Tell me how much you want to feel my cock inside you.”
I can’t resist reaching between my legs to rub my clit. “I want to feel your hard cock inside - ”
He doesn’t wait until I’m finished telling him before he enters me. With one long, swift thrust, he's inside me. I breathe in sharply at the sensation of fullness, at his hands on my breasts through my shirt, at the way he pulls me against him over and over as he begins to fuck me.
This isn’t like other times he and Aiden have fucked me, when they’ve taken their time, brought me to the edge over and over just to torment me before letting me have my release. This time is raw. It's primal. It's all about taking the edge off. I think that’s true for both of us.
He fucks me hard, and I meet every one of his thrusts with mine, pushing my ass back against him, one palm on the window and another on my clit. I’m just as greedy as he is, not waiting for my pleasure but taking it from him, losing myself in him as he thrusts faster and faster inside me. His hand is on my hair, pulling my head back, using it for leverage as he rides me.
“God, I want to come inside you, sweetheart,” Noah growls, his hand yanking my hair for emphasis, sending shocks of pain radiating through me, that are mixed with pleasure. I think I’m drunk, intoxicated by my near-climax, my fingers moving faster and faster over my clit as I fly higher and higher.
“Oh God, I want you to come inside me,” I beg. “I want to feel you.” The thought of him and Aiden, both bare inside me, both filling me up with their hot cum, makes me climax. I don’t just crash over the edge; I fucking free-fall, my cry muted only when Noah puts his hand over my mouth to muffle me. I’m lost, biting down on his fingers because otherwise I’m going to scream for the entire world to hear. But in this moment, I don’t care because my climax is blinding, white-hot and all-consuming.
I’m hardly aware of Noah pulling out of me, barely aware of his muffled groan. I just barely decipher his words: “Arch your back, sweetheart.” And I do. As I arch my back and push up my ass, from the corner of my eye I see him rip off the condom and toss it on the ground.
Then he comes on me. He comes on my ass and my pussy, and it drips down the sides of my thighs. He comes on me in the middle of my very professional office with its very professional décor. He comes on me with my skirt pulled up to my waist and my panties pulled down my thighs.
Then he leans close to me, his breath wafting over my skin. "You're like a damn drug," he whispers. "I can't get enough of you like this."
I shiver. "I know."
"Aiden is in the lobby downstairs," he says, pulling my panties up. They're damp, a mixture of him and me, but he doesn't wipe me off. He pulls my skirt down over my ass and tugs the fabric down my thighs. "I think you still have fifteen minutes before your next call. I'll see you later tonight."
He kisses the back of my neck, and turns, walking out of the office and shutting the door behind him, leaving me throbbing and filthy and used. I feel dirty and sexy and out-of-control. It's terrifying and exciting and I don't want it to stop.
My phone buzzes. It's Aiden.
I'm outside of your office.
I text him back.
I have a phone call in fifteen minutes.
He replies.
Tell your assistant I need five.
I smirk as I put Janice on speaker. "Send Mr. Jackson in, please, won't you, Janice? This should just take a few minutes. I just need to debrief him after the camping trip."
Aiden closes and locks the door, walking straight over to me and yanking my skirt up roughly around my waist. "Noah just got finished with you, didn't he?" he asks, his voice low and gravely. The look on his face is jealous and possessive, despite the fact that the two men clearly planned this together. When he rips my panties down around my thighs, he growls under his breath. "I can feel him on you. He came all over you, all over these panties, didn't he?"
"Yes," I breathe
, but I don't get to say anything else before his mouth is on mine. This kiss isn't remotely like Aiden's usual kisses - the softer, gentler kind that take my breath away. No, this kiss is demanding, owning, trying to take all of me.
And I give it all to him. I melt against him, letting go of everything else except him in this moment. Right now, it's just Aiden and I with his hands between my thighs, pulling them apart, and his fingers exploring me. "This is his cum, isn't it?"
"Yes." My pussy throbs its answer. I don't know who this girl is, answering yes with no hesitation. Yes, another man was just inside me. Yes, another man just came on me. Yes, I want your cock inside me next. Yes, I want you to come on me too.
"You fantasized about me fucking you here, didn't you? Fantasized about us taking you right on this desk?" Aiden asks. "Tell me how you thought about it. Did I bend you over?"
I nod, biting my lip as he unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock. It's already hard, pre-cum dripping from the tip, and I wrap my hand around his shaft, my thumb rubbing the pre-cum into the tip. "You bent me over the desk and fucked me until I came."
"Bend over," Aiden groans. "Do it. Now."
I do it, exactly as he wants. I bend over with my hands on the desk, and he traces the head of his cock along my slit. I want to open for him, to take him in bare and unprotected, to feel his skin against mine as he fucks me. But he doesn't. He sheathes himself with a condom and presses his wrapped cock against me, without entering me.
"Unbutton your shirt," he says, his voice husky. "Unbutton it and take out your tits. I know they're so sensitive."
I do it, sliding the cups of my bra over my breasts and cupping them with my hands. My fingers play with my nipples, and they become almost immediately erect. I let out a little moan as Aiden enters me, one hand on my hip and the other reaching around to touch my clit. His grasp on me ensures he's buried deep inside me, his cock pressed into me as far as he can possibly go. He doesn't pull back to fuck me. Instead, he remains buried deep inside me, rubbing my clit in circles as he rocks gently against the spot in me that makes my toes curl.
"You like that Noah and I came to your office, don't you? We've claimed you right here in your office."
I bite on my lip to keep from moaning out loud, tasting blood.
Then he stops dirty-talking to me and the only sound in the room is him fucking me with short thrusts. My palms slip on the wooden desktop and several papers go flying to the ground, but I don't fall.
I'm so caught up in my desire that I almost don't register the sound when Janice buzzes through.
"Ms. Sullivan," she says. "It's your phone call with the First Lady."
With Aiden still lodged inside me, I reach for the speaker button on the phone. Aiden puts his hand on mine. "The First Lady, huh?" he whispers. "Take the call."
"Aiden, I can't..."
"Do it," he growls. "Take the call."
I press the button on the phone, my heart nearly about to pump right the hell out of my chest. "Put her through, Janice."
Adrenaline courses through my veins. I've never done something so wrong. I've never taken risks like this, never dared to defy her, always said "Okay, mother" and "Sounds like a good idea" and done what they've asked of me. And now, I'm not only not in an appropriate relationship with an important person, but I'm fucking two football players. And one of them is about to be inside me while I talk to her on the phone. It doesn't get any more inappropriate than that.
Aiden stays lodged firmly inside me, bending over and pulling me against him so that he can touch my breasts as my mother's voice comes over the speakerphone, loud and shrill. "I can't believe I have to get on my own daughter's schedule to talk with her during the day," she starts.
Aiden pinches my nipple between his fingers, sending a rush of arousal through me that almost makes me yelp, but I work to hold back my cry. "I have to pencil you into my calendar to make sure you get my... undivided... attention," I say, my breath catching as Aiden begins to rock inside me again.
"I'm sure," she says, her voice tight. "You sound distracted." Her voice gets lower as she turns to talk to bark an order at someone in the room with her.
"Nope, not... distracted... at... all," I say, my voice coming out much more breathy than I intend as Aiden fucks me slowly from behind.
"Have you looked at the files I gave you? You can choose any of the men in there as a potential interest,” she says.
Aiden stops moving, instead gripping the flesh of my ass cheek hard at the words "potential interest". I look at him over my shoulder, glaring at him and mouthing the words, "She's crazy."
"I told you that I'm not "
"Don't give me your excuses, Grace," she snaps. "You need to get on board. Your father's agreed to a family interest piece and your new boyfriend is going to be there with you. Pick one."
Aiden thrusts inside me harder now, deeper. I feel his thumb against my asshole, his touch insistent. Angry, even.
Heaven help me, it makes me hotter. His touch makes my skin erupt in goose bumps, sends arousal coursing through me all the way down to my toes, and I can barely keep myself from crying out.
"I'll talk to you about... I can't just be picking... someone," I say, trying to keep my voice smooth as Aiden thrusts inside me with each word. I'm losing my mind now, losing my train of thought, and definitely losing my ability to put up with my mother's insistence on finding me a man. "I... oh, God."
"What on Earth else could you have going on that would prevent you from going out on a simple date with an eligible man?" she asks.
Aiden fucks me harder now, his finger pressing into my asshole up to his knuckle, his dick bringing me higher and higher. My hand slips now, and a letter organizer goes tumbling to the floor with a crash as I try to right myself, sending papers scattering all over the office.
"What is that sound?" my mother asks.
"Nothing... ugh," I moan, then bite on my lip as I right myself on the desk. Oh God, I'm so close. My pussy is tightening more and more around him, swelling as his thrusts get more frequent and more urgent. I know he's about to come and it pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
"Are you coming down with something?" my mother asks. "We have a family interview scheduled after July fourth, so if you need to see Dr. Greene, make sure you see him."
"I think I am... oh God, I think I am... coming..." I blurt out the words as my orgasm overtakes me like a freight train. I grip the sides of the desk, biting my tongue – literally - as I climax right here in the office with my assistant just outside, and my mother, the First Lady of the United States, on speakerphone. I gulp big breaths of air, gasping as I try to maintain control even through the haze of my orgasm, trying to finish the sentence so it's not completely nonsensical. "I am coming… down with something."
Aiden pulls out, spinning me around and shoving me hard up against the desk, the edge of the top pushing against my ass cheeks. He yanks off the condom, dropping it on the floor. His eyes never leave mine as he strokes himself furiously.
"You'll need a boyfriend for the interview," my mother says. "They're already vetted. They're all appropriate."
"Appropriate," whispers Aiden. "Fuck appropriate."
"What was that?" my mother asks. "Did you say something?"
"I said I don't know about that," I say, pausing as Aiden narrows his eyes, his expression dark. Then he comes. I lean against the desk with my legs spread for him, my panties stuck around my thighs as Aiden Jackson comes on my pussy. I watch in fascination as my mother keeps talking, the First Lady of the United States providing the shrill, judgmental background noise for Aiden defacing me with his cum. It drips from his cock as he rubs the head of his cock over my clit, sliding to the entrance of my pussy, cum still dripping from the tip.
"Then I'll choose," my mother snaps.
"I'm not discussing this now," I say, cutting her off.
"Don't think this is the last conversation we're going to have about this, Grace Monroe.”
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bsp; I cough loudly. "Oh, God, my throat is just so sore. I'm going to have to go, now." I pause for a second, about to rebel again. "Mom."
"Grace, I've told you a thousand times not to call me that. What on earth has gotten into you- ”
I fake a sneeze and hang up the phone.
Holy shit. I just hung up the phone on my mother. The First Lady.
I've never done something so irresponsible.
My hand goes to my mouth. "I can't believe I did that.”
"Fuck me while your mother was talking to you?" Aiden grins broadly.
"That too," I say, gasping. Oh God, I did. I fucked him while talking to my mother. What the hell is wrong with me? "Hang up on
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