by Ada Frost
The woman looked like she was due in the studio as a slutty secretary. Her boobs were seconds away from falling out of her shirt, and if Stone was complaining my arse was hanging out, he needed a firm talk with Scarlett because I could see her black bra through her see through shirt.
Another message popped up on my screen.
Stone: Now, Miss Warner. I expect you naked in 30 seconds, and my dick inside you soon after.
He was scribbling on some papers Scarlett handed him. He checked his watch, and then those dark penetrative eyes lifted to me. My heart stuttered, and my pulse soared at the heat reflected in his stare. The wolf was about to devour me.
Excitement raced through me as I made my way to the casting room. There was fresh bedding on the large queen-sized bed, and I couldn’t wait to filthy them.
I should wait for Lawson to strip me, to take his time removing each piece of clothing away. However, seeing his reaction to his gift was more enticing. His instructions were more than a turn on, and I was already desperate for him to get here. I placed my clothes on the desk in the centre of the room. I plumped up my boobs, making them look their best.
The thong made my arse look fantastic, and the stockings completed the entire look. The shoes were the prettiest I’d ever worn. The man had an eye for gorgeous heels and lingerie. I felt empowered and incredibly beautiful.
“Holy hell,” rumbled a deep sensuous voice from the other side of the room. I grinned, slowly lifting my head to meet his gaze. It was like two charged atoms colliding.
“I need you in my mouth, Miss Warner. I want to suck, bite, lick, and fuck every inch of your body,” he stated as he strode toward me.
I stepped backward, giving him a coy smile as he stalked my way. Running away wasn’t my intention. I wanted to be caught. I simply needed to be near the bed because I wanted him inside me as soon as humanly possible. His dick was already erect, pushing against the black fabric of his suit. I unapologetically ogled the dick print. I licked my lips, hoping he was watching.
The deep groan that sounded just before his mouth attacked mine was answer enough. His hands immediately cupped my arse and lifted me against him, his thick erection pressed against my stomach.
“The things I want to do to you.” He breathed against my lips.
“What things?” I moaned when his lips pressed against my throat.
“You’re so beautiful, but with my cock inside your pussy, you are absolute perfection. I’ve imagined your gorgeous tits swaying as I pumped inside you from behind. The things I’d like to see you do, all captured on film, would be amazing.”
“Ever the porn producer,” I joked as he sucked on my neck.
“Porn is a performance. There is never anything staged with us, Abigail. You can never hide how my cock makes you feel.”
“I think it’s time we tested that theory,” I rasped against his ear, nipping it between my teeth. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Oh, God you undo me, Miss Warner.”
We ate at one another, our passions combining to an explosive combination. Lawson’s hands wrapped firmly around my waist, I lifted my legs to wrap them around him, and he climbed onto the bed with me in his arms. Crawling up the bed before laying me on the soft quilt. His firm thighs straddled mine. He ran his nose up my chest, inhaling deeply. He claimed me, he was scenting me. When he reached my chest, his teeth sank into the skin just below my collarbone. I sucked in a startled breath at the wicked sensation.
“I want to devour you. Are you mine to play with?”
His long hands slid up my bare arms, gripping my wrists firmly and pressing them above my head into the pillows. I was desperate to touch him. To strip him of his sexy suit. His silk tie dipped into my cleavage as he nipped and nuzzled at my neck. His daily stubble growth scratched my neck and jaw.
“I’ve watched you long enough today. I need to touch you,” I pleaded, twisting my hands in his hold.
His deep rich chuckle caused goose bumps to dimple my skin. He sat up and crawled up my body. Straddling my chest with his knees. If I lifted my head, my face would brush against his dick. I licked my lips, wanting to take him deep in my throat.
His dark gaze held on me, and those nimble fingers worked at his black silk tie. I scissored my legs together, desperate for him to abate the throbbing deep in my core. God my pussy was screaming for him.
“You’re an eager little thing. But I’m not ready to play yet,” he teased, his lips tipped at the corner. The devilish smirk sent a pool of heat to my aching pussy. He leaned forward, and I tilted my head up, parting my lips eagerly waiting to be kissed, but instead his white shirt was the only softness I received as he reached up and gripped my wrists again. The silk of his tie slid smoothly around them, binding them together.
“Can I play too?” Sam said from the doorway. I startled, yanking at my bound hands.
“Lawson,” I said, a little desperately, hoping his mood wouldn’t change. His jealously was a fragile thing. After the last time Sam and I had a heated moment, Lawson turned into a jealous creature. I titled my chin to look at the headboard where he had secured my hands against the wooden spindles, noting Lawson was stroking his fingers down my arms and making no effort to free me.
“Would you like him to join us, Miss Warner?” Stone’s deep voice rumbled above me. Gauging his expression and finding nothing but wanton lust, I nodded with an overzealous flush of arousal. I didn't think I could take it much longer without feeling Lawson’s cock inside me. Foreplay was fine, but I needed more.
Sam approached the bed, climbing onto the firm mattress behind Lawson. Sam’s knees brushed against my ankles as his hands slid up my calves. Lawson never took his eyes off me; he watched every move I made. Lawson’s hands slowly traced the contours of my body. He was totally unperturbed by Sam’s arrival, as though he’d anticipated it. Wanted it. My eyes widened when I saw Sam’s sexy as hell hands slide around Stone’s waist. Sam's face appeared over his shoulder and rested in the crook of Lawson’s neck as one hand moved to the collar of his shirt and started unbuttoning it.
“Why do you do this?” I gasped when Sam sucked on Lawson’s neck.
“This is our playing field,” Lawson’s deep voice said above me.
“Together?”
“Give someone steak each night, and they will get bored of it. Develop your appetite, Abby, be open minded to trying new things. Sex is no different. Is she ready for us, Lawson? Does she want her special treat?” Sam’s gravelly voice sent shudders through my body. He pressed a kiss to Lawson’s neck. His eyes danced with heat. I was transfixed with his hands as they caressed Lawson, stroked the very chest I had dreams about. A perfectly smooth likable torso. I’d spent many an hour fantasising about tracing his nipples with my tongue.
Sam whispered something into Lawson’s ear, and the man shivered. Sam sunk his teeth into Lawson’s lobe and sucked. I whimpered loudly and thrust my hips against — I had no idea whose hips, but I needed some bloody friction. Lawson leaned into Sam, closing his eyes and resting his head back against Sam’s shoulder.
“Kiss him,” I ordered. My cheeks heated, but the fiery need in my body was burning me alive. Their kiss from before was scorched into my memory.
Without hesitation Sam lifted his hand and cupped Lawson’s cheek bringing his mouth to Lawson’s. The power and raw aggression in the kiss forced another whimper from me. Sam’s tongue thrust into Lawson’s mouth, the powerful dual of masculinity caused a painful ache in my pussy. I tugged at my binds, suddenly hating being a spectator. How the fuck did Lawson get off on simply watching? I needed to touch. I wanted to feel them both.
Sam released the most erotic moan, but my mind overloaded on the sexy when Lawson sucked on his tongue.
“Please,” I begged, shifting my hips against them. My wrists were sore from twisting and fighting the fabric.
“Our pet needs attention,” Lawson rasped. I watched with rapt attention as Sam moved his lips against Lawson’s. A slow s
ensuous brush of mouths. Sam nipped at Stone’s bottom lip, tugging at the plump redness. God, I wanted to do that.
“Maybe we could give her a treat. Has she been a good little pet?” Sam teased his hand down Lawson’s body to his dick, cupping the very hard, very impressive bulge hiding beneath black trousers. Lawson moaned, fixing his eyes on me.
“Do you want a treat, Miss Warner?” Lawson’s voice was tight.
“Yes,” I watched Sam’s fingers as they expertly unzipped Lawson’s fly. Leaving his belt fastened.
“I’m dreaming,” I said, quietly.
Lawson’s deep groan, and Sam’s chuckle gained my attention.
“You dream of us, together, Abigail?”
“I’ve dreamed of you. But never like this.”
Sam worked his hand inside Lawson’s trousers and caressed the hard length beneath. Lawson moaned.
“Tell us,” Sam demanded, sliding his hand into Stone’s hair and pulling his head back, exposing Lawson’s neck. Sam sucked and licked exactly where I wanted. His hand continued to pump beneath the black fabric of Lawson’s trousers.
“I...I imagined him fucking me on my desk,” I rushed out, feeling my cheeks warm.
“Oh, Abby, you can do much better than that,” Sam tsked as he turned Lawson’s head and claimed his mouth again.
“I would do something wrong, and he would punish me by bending me over my desk and...oh God...” I choked when Lawson’s hand cupped one of my breasts, nipping my nipple between his finger and thumb. “He would lift my skirt, pull my knickers aside, and fuck me hard. No warning.”
“Where?”
“Huh?”
“Would I fuck you in the arse or in your cunt?” Lawson asked as Sam sucked on his neck.
“I...” I squirmed beneath him as he pinched my nipple through my bra. “I’ve never...” I gasped when probing fingers tickled the inside of my thigh and inside my thong.
“Fuck. She’s primed mate,” Sam said in a guttural tone. He pumped his hand once more before pulling out Lawson’s beautiful hard cock.
“Your arse is virgin territory, Miss Warner?” The intense interest in Lawson’s eyes both worried and heightened my arousal.
Sam, torturously slow, worked his hand up and down Lawson’s cock, pre-cum making it slick and so fucking hot. I was so enamoured I startled when Stone bent down, his face a breath away from mine.
“Who do you want inside you?” he asked. Sam was still tossing him off. I could feel his fist pumping between us.
“You.”
“Or would you like both?”
“I don’t think —”
“Trust me,” he whispered before he claimed my mouth in a hot searing kiss. I was desperate to touch him, to feel the smooth skin of his dick. His tongue fucked my mouth, taking what he wanted and leaving me begging for more. Lawson’s hands were beside my head, holding his body away from me. I whimpered when he pulled away. I wasn’t ready to give him up.
“I'm not finished with you yet,” Lawson said, brushing his fingers over my lips. He crawled up my body a little farther, taking his cock in hand and brushing the tip against my bottom lip. I could smell his musky manliness and the saltiness of his pre-cum on my lip.
Lawson panted above me. The tendons in his neck stretched tight. The man was on the brink of losing that perfectly refined control. And by God did I want to destroy that self discipline and watch him tumble into the abyss with me. I poked out my tongue and licked the smooth tip. He groaned pulling away again.
“Greedy, Miss Warner?”
“You scared you’ll cum too early?” I teased, my voice was breathless with his weight on my chest and desperation. One thing Lawson wasn’t, was a selfish lover. He made sure I was satisfied before he claimed his own pleasure. However, teasing him was a drug in its own right.
“Do not provoke me, Abigail, when I'm about to feed you my cock.”
Sam lay down next to me on the bed. His sexy smirk was a precursor to wicked things.
“Can I touch her, Lawson?” Sam asked, staring into my eyes. His stubble and unruly hair looked amazing. His blue hooded gaze caused a shiver to run through me. “Let me play.” Sam breathed, leaning toward me. His lips a hairsbreadth away but he didn’t touch me, waiting for permission.
Lawson shifted above me, moving his delicious cock away from my mouth.
“The rules apply. Her mouth is mine,” Lawson said gruffly. There was no room for argument.
Sam brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “Not even a little taste.”
God this man was hypnotising. Lawson cupped my cheek and forced me to look at him. Stone dipped down and took my lip between his teeth. “Who does this belong to? Tell him.”
His tongue lapped at my mouth.
“Me,” I provoked.
“I intend to change that, Miss Warner.” Lawson’s mouth took mine in a hungry kiss. Long fingers held my throat possessively. “Please don’t share this,” he said against my ear and brushed my mouth with his thumb. I turned my head and nipped his earlobe with my teeth.
“It’s yours,” I yielded, earning another toe-curling kiss. Sam accepted the rules and with nimble fingers pulled the cup of my bra down, exposing my breast before taking an erect nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I gasped into Lawson’s mouth, rocking my hips. Lawson moved from my chest and lay beside me on the bed, his legs tangled with mine, kissing and nibbling at my neck as Sam lavished my breasts with attention.
Lawson peppered kisses along my jaw before staring at my mouth. The man was rather obsessed with it.
“I’m going to fuck the sass out of this sexy mouth.” He pushed his thumb between my lips.
“You better hope I don’t bite.”
“You’ll be too busy sucking my dick.” Lawson kissed down my chest and grabbed Sam’s hair, pulling Sam’s head toward his and claiming the man’s mouth in a heated kiss. “I think we need to teach Miss Warner a lesson in obedience.”
Sam’s grin was instant. He moved down the bed, between my thighs. I craned my neck to see him as he situated his face at the apex of my thighs. Lawson wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and kneeled beside me. Fisting his cock, he brushed my cheek with the tip as Sam covered my mound with his mouth. I gasped at the illicit sensation.
“Open for me, Miss Warner,” Lawson instructed as he slid the crown of his cock through my parted lips. I opened and wrapped my lips around the tip, sucking him farther into my mouth just as Sam pushed two fingers inside me. Sam’s tongue lapped at my clit. His fingers pumped inside me as Lawson thrust his cock deep into my mouth. I hummed out my arousal against him, causing him to groan.
“She’s so fucking responsive,” Sam pointed out, blowing cool breath over my heated flesh. I could feel the orgasm coming, the tightening of my muscles as the painful ache turned into a blissful tingling. “Lawson mate, she’s so fucking ready. I can feel her pulsing around my fingers.”
Lawson watched me as I pulled away gasping for air.
“Come here,” Lawson commanded of Sam. Lawson gripped his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. He licked Sam’s lips and sucked.
“You taste amazing.” Lawson moaned as his darkened gaze fixed on me.
Sam came over me, and at first I thought he was going to kiss me, but a firm hand on his shoulder stopped his progress. “You taste divine, Abby.”
“Finish the bloody job,” I rushed out, my core throbbed with an unsatisfied ache.
Both Sam and Lawson chuckled — the bastards.
Lawson got off the bed and made a show of undoing his belt. His cock stood proud framed by black fabric. The sight of him ripping open a condom and covering his cock with the latex captivated me. Such a simple task but Lawson made it seem erotically deviant. Sam lay over me observing with rapt attention. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to watch while he fucks your pretty pussy. Then I’m going to fuck you. Would you like that, Abby?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Lawson kneeled on th
e bed between my thighs. I twisted my hands against the tie, wishing I could take him in hand and feel him. Lawson pulled on my hips, tightening and stretching me against the binds. I could feel his cock against my slick folds.
Stone pressed the thick head against my clit and tapped it, making me squirm. I cried out when he slid two long fingers inside me and thumbed my clit.
Sam fisted his cock, the flat of his hand cupped over the crown as he pushed himself to pleasure.
“Please, Lawson,” I begged. I was so turned on I wanted to cry.
“Give our toy a treat,” Sam crooned.
Without hesitation, Lawson thrust deep inside me. My breath caught in my throat, and I choked out a soundless breath. He was so thick and delicious. I would never get enough of this man. His hands bit mercilessly into my thighs as he plunged deep again and again.
I closed my eyes, trying to gain some semblance of sanity as my senses overloaded with erotic pleasure.
“Watch me,” demanded Lawson in a strained voice.
With effort, I opened my eyes and gazed at the force between my legs. He was beautiful. His hands gripped at my flesh, his jaw was set like granite, and his eyes bore into me as he thrust time and time again. I wanted to look at Sam, I wanted to watch as he pleasured himself, but Lawson captivated me.
“I can feel you. Tightening around my cock. Don’t come yet,” he urged. I whimpered as I felt my core tightening.
“She’s almost there, Samuel,” Lawson said in a gravely tone as he pulled out. I cried out my frustration. My pussy was throbbing, and I was beginning to hate this fucking game. Leaving a woman sexually aroused and unsatisfied was inviting her to rip off your dick and choke you with it.
“Untie her,” Lawson instructed. Sam made quick work of the tie, but before I could get my hands on either of them, Lawson pulled me up onto him and lay back on the bed so I was straddling him.
“Now you ride me.” The small cocky grin on his lips was so enticing and sexy I had to have a taste. I pressed my lips against his, grinding my bare pussy against his thick cock. A gentle hand stroked over my bottom and probing fingers teased my folds from behind. I could feel Sam’s heat behind me. His tender caresses as Lawson fucked my mouth with his tongue. I moved my hips, trying to position myself over Lawson’s cock. Finally aligned I sank down on him, and we moaned into one another’s mouths. Then I arched my back, sliding against him, loving the slow pull and thrust of his cock inside me.