She licked, Austin licked, their tongues circling, swirling around the turgid flesh, teasing each other and finally Austin kissed her, their tongues playing, Jed’s cock momentarily forgotten.
“Suck me, baby,” Austin said and she bent down, drawing his cock deep into her mouth, her head bobbing again and again. She gave him the same treatment as Jed, even more so, her fingers playing with his balls, the skin just beneath, her lips sucking deeper and deeper until she felt completely consumed with him.
The sound of Jed’s agonized groans roared through the room and she glanced up to see him climaxing. Austin had moved his mouth away from him, his hand gripping Jed’s cock tight, the semen shooting in long, white arcs over Austin’s fingers, onto Jed’s stomach. Her clit throbbed, her pussy felt empty and she wanted to touch herself but she didn’t dare.
Austin hadn’t told her she could.
He caught her staring and reached for her, his semen covered fingers sliding over her face, across her lips. She pulled away from his cock and sucked on his fingers, the taste of Jed’s musky come filling her mouth, and she lapped at the creamy essence greedily.
“Fuck, babe, you are unbelievable,” Austin said, awe tingeing his deep voice. He rested his other hand against her cheek, his fingers stroking, so tender and she closed her eyes, nuzzled against his cock for the quickest moment before guiding him back into her mouth.
“Not this way.” He withdrew from her completely, taking her hand and pulling her up with him. “I want to come inside you.”
Oh, thank God. Her pussy was wet, her clit throbbed and she’d never felt so ready to be filled, fucked in all her life.
She saw Jed roll over to wrap himself around the woman, the two of them lost in their own world, their hands wandering all over each other’s bodies. Austin reached for a condom from the basket that sat on the bedside table. He picked her up with ease, making her squeal, and he sat on the edge of the mattress, settled her above him so she straddled him.
“You still have the shoes on,” he murmured against her lips before kissing her. “Fucking sexy.”
She thrilled at his words, her hand going for his hard cock between them. He reached for her, his fingers brushing against her distended clit, dipping briefly into her wet pussy. He held his sticky finger to her mouth, drew it across her bottom lip, then her top, coating them with her cream.
“Lick it. Taste yourself.”
Her tongue slid out and slowly, her gaze never leaving his, she licked every last drop of her juices. His groan ripped through her, rumbled deep in his chest, and she touched him there.
His heart pumped a steady beat, calming her, and she curled her fingers, playing with the faint dark hair that grew there. He felt good, solid and he handed her the condom, placed it in the palm of her hand.
“Put it on me, Michaela.”
With shaking fingers, she tore at the wrapper and pulled out the condom, resting the ring at the tip of his cock. She rolled it on, her fingers brushing against his skin, making him shiver and she whimpered. Eagerness consumed her, and she couldn’t wait to have him inside her.
“Hurry,” she breathed and he grabbed at her hips, lifted her so he could settle her upon his cock. He filled her to the hilt, her inner walls clamped tight around him, already rippling along his length. “I’m close.”
“Baby, I know. Me too.” With little finesse, too eager to worry about it, he began to move inside her, guiding her atop him, lifting her up and down. She ground against him with her every down move, brushing her clit against the base of him, and she felt his crisp pubic hair.
He increased his movements, as if he couldn’t wait any longer, and she squealed with her every bounce upon him. She tilted her head back, her hands clutching his broad shoulders, her fingers slipping from the sheen of sweat that covered them. She was sweating too, both of them a wet, tangled mess and she didn’t care, she couldn’t care. She was obsessed with finding that orgasm, it hovered just beyond her reach and she moved and strained against him, her little groans of frustration making him chuckle.
“Work with me, baby, you’ll find it,” he encouraged and then he thrust so deep, so hard that it hit her out of nowhere and she came with a shout. His name fell from her lips as she writhed atop him, her body shaking uncontrollably and tears formed in her eyes, it felt damn good.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it, baby,” he crooned, his hips moving, his hands squeezing her ass so tight as he brought her down upon him that he was sure to leave a mark. A mark she would wear proudly. “I’m right behind you.”
And then he was coming, groaning, his mouth close to her ear. She pushed her hands into his hair, holding him tight, loving the way his big body shuddered against her, around her.
She never wanted to let him go.
“You two are fucking amazing,” Jed muttered and Austin lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers before they both burst into laughter.
They’d forgotten they even had an audience.
Chapter Ten
“I know it’s been a scary morning, Michaela. That’s why I wanted to call you in here as soon as I could.”
Michaela sat before her boss Tania in her office. She’d overslept, hurriedly throwing herself together before she arrived at work barely on time. The place held a somber tone the second she stepped in, as if someone had just died. She felt as if she’d been run over by a truck, her body aching, her head throbbing from lack of sleep. Her mind was distracted, worried over everything that had happened last night.
Between her and Austin—and Jed. And that woman, hell she didn’t even find out her name.
What would happen if any of her coworkers found out what she’d done? She wouldn’t be able to face them. What if someone had seen her there last night? Someone she knew? Fucking that woman with the flogger handle, sucking Jed’s dick with Austin, fucking Austin with wild abandon when anyone else could’ve walked into her room, she still couldn’t believe it.
Risky, stupid behavior on her part.
Finding out that people were being laid off this morning had made her panic even more. The very last thing she needed to deal with was losing her job, and she’d arrived to find the dealership doing a mass layoff across all departments.
Lousy economy, she thought miserably, wishing she’d made the time to pick up a Starbucks. Her sleepy mind was working overtime at why she was in her boss’s office, and she needed caffeine pronto.
“There have been some changes made in the office. A few positions have been eliminated or combined,” Tania started and dread filled Michaela’s stomach, making her nauseous.
Great. What would she do if she lost her job? Times were tough enough. She couldn’t stand the thought of finding another position.
“I want to offer you the position of assistant office manager. Your current position will be absorbed by the accounts receivable desk and since we lost two people besides that, I think it would be perfect for you to step into this new job.” Tania smiled, clasping her hands atop her desk.
“Wait a minute.” Michaela shook her head. No way could she have heard right. “You’re promoting me?”
Tania nodded. “Now don’t go spreading this around yet since the layoffs have put so many in a negative mood. Let’s keep this quiet for a few days until everything dies down. But yes, this is considered a promotion and you’ll get a small raise accompanying it. It won’t be much now since business is slow but continue at the rate you’re going and when the economy turns around, I promise you’ll see an even bigger increase in your pay.”
“Wow, I’m flattered.” Michaela pressed her hand against her chest, shocked at the offer. “I appreciate you thinking of me.”
“Of course, Michaela. You’ve proven to be a valuable employee here, and we’d love to see you go further up the ladder. You have a lot of potential.” Tania stood and Michaela did the same. “I take it that you’re accepting the offer?”
She nodded, glee spreading through her. “Absolutely. Thank you.”
“We’ll start training on Monday. Clean up your accounts as best you can, and we’ll start the switch over to Linda’s desk tomorrow. The two of you can work together.”
Michaela went to her desk, her head buzzing. She couldn’t believe this. She couldn’t freaking believe this. Propping her elbows on the edge of her desk, she rested her face in her hands, overwhelmed.
Too much had gone down in such a short amount of time, and she could barely comprehend it. It all floated through her mind, the things she’d done with Austin, the emotional mess it left her in last night. How he’d followed her to her bed when they got home and he’d held her close the rest of the night, his touch gentle, his mouth pressed against her forehead in a constant kiss.
Such a contrast from the commanding, dirty man at the club, it had confused her. Everything confused her. She didn’t know how to deal with the emotional turmoil her actions of last night had caused her.
Recalling those moments, she didn’t even recognize herself. Who knew she had it in her? Who knew she could do such shocking, scandalous things? She was a slut, a complete and total slut and God, the need to cry, the prick of tears at the corner of her eyes was overwhelming.
Breathing deep, she dropped her hands, glanced about the office. She saw the empty desks, the sad expressions on her friends and coworkers’ faces.
She didn’t know if she could deal with this.
Austin had warned her. His words of last night drifted through her mind yet again.
Can you live with yourself in the morning after what we plan on doing tonight?
She’d said yes.
She’d been wrong. Regret filled her, threatened to overwhelm her and she took another deep breath, trying to calm the ensuing panic that threatened to wash over her.
What was scary, what worried her was how much she enjoyed it. How comfortable she’d felt, sucking a strange man’s dick in her mouth. Sharing the experience with Austin, watching him with another man, it had been exhilarating. Exciting.
The phone on her desk rang, startling her from her thoughts. She reached for it, answering it without checking who it was. “This is Michaela.”
“Hey.”
Her heart beat double time at the sound of his voice. “You’re up awfully early.”
“I didn’t hear you leave. I missed you.”
“I woke up late. I had to get ready for work.” His words echoed in her head, thrilling her despite her worry about last night. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He paused, the silence suddenly heavy with tension. “Are you all right?”
“Um, not really, but can we talk about it later?”
“Yeah, that sounds good. Uh, do you want to do something tonight? Go out?”
Her eyes slid closed and she pressed her lips together. Was this all she was to him? A plaything to take out every evening and have a kinky good time with? “I’m too tired, Austin. I don’t think so.”
“Come on, Michaela.” His voice took on that cajoling tone that usually worked on her.
Not today.
“I can’t. I don’t want to. I’m too stressed out.”
He was quiet for a moment, then drew in a deep breath. “Are you freaking out over last night?”
How did he know this? He always had her pegged and it scared the shit out of her. “No.”
His voice lowered. “Liar.”
She opened her eyes, caught her boss studying her oddly from the doorway of her office. Ducking her head, Michaela turned around in her chair, away from Tania’s questioning gaze. “I need to go, Austin. I have to get back to work. It’s crazy here.”
“Then let’s order dinner in, talk a little bit before I have to go to work,” he suggested.
He really was sweet, kind, thoughtful. Always wanting to take care of her even before they started fucking.
That wasn’t nice of her, to think of it as fucking. What they shared went beyond that. Scary but true.
“I’m going to be working late tonight.” She didn’t know that for sure but she had a feeling. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to pass.”
“Okay.” His voice grew tight, chilled. “I’ll see you later then.”
The sound of the click in her ear a moment later made her start to cry.
“She’s avoiding me.”
“Yeah?” Brad shoved a forkful of chicken into his mouth. “Why? Because you’re an asshole?”
Austin shot him a look from across the table. “Very funny.”
Brad shrugged, wiped his face with a cloth napkin before letting it drop in his lap. “What can I say? You pulled the asshole move on me more than a few times. You still do.”
They were at a restaurant not far from the theatre having dinner. Austin had become desperate over Michaela’s withdrawal, needing advice so he’d called Brad and asked him to meet him.
Luckily enough, Brad had come through and now Austin was trying to get some feedback—at the minimum some sort of consolation over what happened.
Funny thing, he didn’t really know what had happened. Well, he did. Michaela regretted last night. He just didn’t know exactly what she regretted or what had sent her sailing over that point.
He needed to know so he could make it right. But typical Michaela, she was avoiding him.
“Do you really think I’m an asshole, Brad? Was I really that shitty when we were together?” Could he have somehow been an asshole to Michaela and sent her the other way? God, he hoped not.
Brad studied him, his dark brown eyes intent, his lips pursed. He had a pretty face on the rare occasion he enjoyed dressing in drag but he wasn’t a full-blown queen. He was fun, adventurous and a generous lover.
They were better as friends. It was…easier. Not as much dramatics, not as much emotion. And Brad was all about the dramatics and emotion when things didn’t go his way.
Now here he was confronted with emotion and potential dramatics again and he didn’t feel the need to run from it. There was no panic in facing it, like he felt with Brad, like he’d felt with other lovers. No, now he panicked at the thought of Michaela running from him, at the thought of losing her.
Forever.
Austin blinked, grappling for his glass of water. He found it, brought it to his lips and drained it in seconds, the cold liquid doing nothing to calm his heated worries. He set the glass down to find Brad still studying him, his brows lifted in surprise.
“What happened? You have an epiphany in that moment or what? You looked like you just had the shock of your life.”
“I think I’m in love with her,” Austin whispered, his voice faltering over the word love. A word he’d never said to anyone ever besides family members.
“Duh.” Brad shook his head and pointed his fork in Austin’s direction. “You’re not really an asshole. I just like to give you crap. You’re a guy who runs from the serious stuff because you’ve never been ready. We had a good thing going, and you dropped it. Dropped me.”
Austin winced. “Sorry.”
“I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago, why would I still fuck around with you if I hadn’t?” Brad laughed for a moment, then let loose a big sigh. “You’re different with Michaela, you always have been. The way you talk to her, take care of her. Even before you admitted it to me, I could tell you felt something for her. It made me jealous at first.”
“I know.” Austin smiled when Brad shot him a withering glance.
“Well, I’m not jealous of her anymore so screw you. Anyway.” Brad waved a hand, as if he dismissed his old feelings. “Now that she’s the one running, you’re the one chasing. And you never chase. First sign of intensity and you’re a goner. Now you want to stick around.”
“I do. I don’t want to lose her.” The thought of that made his throat close up and he swallowed, pushed his plate away from him in disgust.
He’d suddenly lost his appetite.
“Right. So go after her. Tell her how you feel. How you really feel. And not some, oh-baby-let’s-fuck-and-get-wi
ld stuff either. She’s worried over what happened last night so the last thing she wants to do is something like that again.”
“Since when did you become wise?”
Brad smiled and resumed attacking his plate. As if he didn’t have a care in the world. Austin envied his blasé attitude. “After dealing with you, my dear. And the endless string of sad little boys that came after you.”
They both laughed and Austin grew quiet, contemplative. Brad was right. He needed to approach Michaela delicately, not all crazy-beast-let’s-get-it-on as he had been. She was feeling vulnerable, probably even feeling a little disgusted with herself. He wanted to reassure her that everything they’d shared was just between them.
And if she enjoyed it, then she shouldn’t feel any shame. He certainly didn’t. What happened at the club last night had been unbelievable. He’d never shared anything like that with another person before. Though Jed had played a part in everything they’d done last night, he’d been so focused on Michaela he’d forgotten the other man had been an actual human being. He’d become more of a prop.
A prop for him and Michaela to suck and lick and slobber all over. Just the memory of it had Austin’s blood heating, his cock twitching. She’d been out of control, his wild little angel. Her enthusiasm, her overt sexiness had been such a turn on Austin couldn’t take his eyes off her all evening. She’d been just as intent on him.
Austin ran a hand over his hair, rubbed the back of his neck. His emotions were a rioting mass battling for space in his heart. The one single victor being love, love for Michaela, and it beat a fast tattoo in his heart, pounded steadily in his veins.
Dramatic thoughts for what he considered dramatic feelings.
He was in love with Michaela. He’d never been in love with anyone before. And he needed to tell her. Soon.
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