by Madison Faye
He drops to his knees, and when he pushes me back on his desk, I whimper, knowing what's coming and aching for it. His teeth graze up my thigh, making me shiver until they find my sticky panties. He bites them, growling as he starts to drag them down my thighs, exposing me to his eyes. He skims them the rest of the way down, tosses them aside, and then pushes my legs wide apart.
"Such a pretty little pussy," he groans, slowly unbuttoning his own shirt and shrugging it off. I moan, my eyes drinking in his gorgeous body — the rippling muscles, and the scars and tattoos that I can only imagine come from the same rough upbringing that Dane and Gaige were telling me about.
He moves in, and I cry out as I feel his tongue press right against my asshole.
"Oh fuck," I gasp, my hands sliding into his hair and gripping tight as he drags that wicked tongue up, through my lips, over my entrance, and right up to my clit. He moves back down and does it again — one long drag of his wet tongue from my ass to my clit. It's enough to make me lose all control of my words, and all I can do is moan and writhe for him as he turns me into a puddle on his desk. He moves up to my clit and wraps his lips around it before he sucks gently. His tongue bats across it, and this time I scream as an orgasm I never saw coming hits me like a ton of bricks.
Vince is relentless on my aching clit right through the climax, teasing me until I'm sure I'll pass out before he pulls back and stands. He yanks at his buckle and zipper, and when his jeans and his boxers slide down his muscled thighs, I moan.
The man is ripped. Rippling, chiseled ab muscles lead tantalizingly down to deep hip grooves that point right to a big, thick, muscled cock. It twitches before my eyes, his heavy balls throbbing and a thick bead of white pre-cum oozing from the tip. Vince groans, wrapping his hand around his enormous cock and pumping it as he moves between my thighs.
"It's my turn, baby girl," he growls, his hand stroking his cock as he rubs the tip across my skin, right above my pussy. He strokes it harder, and more of his pre-cum leaks out and drips over my skin, making it shine and making my pulse skip a beat.
"My turn to make you come all over my cock."
He pushes the head down and slips it against my entrance. Fuck he's so big, and it stretches me so fucking good as he pushes the head inside. He groans, rocking his hips and feeding me another few inches as I throw my head back and moan.
I have no idea what's happened to me the last few days — first with having my first threesome with two of my bosses, at work. And now this, begging my other boss — the brother to one of the men from last night - to take me across his office desk, with my skirt around my waist and my shirt and bra tangled around my arms.
Yeah, no idea what's happening to me, but at the moment? At the moment I am so glad it is.
Vince rocks his grooved hips again, and this time the remaining thick inches of his cock bury themselves to the hilt inside of me. We both cry out, his big dick hitting me so perfectly, my clit grinding into him, and his heavy balls pressed against my ass. He pulls back, leaving just the thick tip inside before he drives right back in all the way. I moan, clawing at the desk and throwing my head back as he starts to fuck me — his big, beautiful cock driving into me again and again in deep, powerful thrusts. I'm so wet that I can feel it dripping down my ass to pool on his desk, and when he brings a thumb up to strum my clit, my whole body starts to shake.
"I want to feel you come for me, beautiful," Vince growls, his muscles bunching and his jaw tightening as he pumps his cock in and out of my dripping wet pussy. "I want that pretty little pussy to come all over my big cock until it drips down my balls. I want you to come like you came last night when Gaige and Dane made you their little fuck toy and made you come like a good little slut."
"Please don't stop," I scream, not even sure if I mean what he's doing or what he's saying, but probably meaning both.
He drives into me again and again, his balls slapping against my ass and his thumb rolling over my clit.
"Come for me, beautiful," he growls, his abs rippling and his cock swelling up huge inside of me. "Come for me right now."
He pinches my clit, and I explode. I try and bury the scream in the crook of my arm, but they're still so tangled in my shirt that I just fill the room with my climax. The orgasm thunders through me, sending white heat through my body and lighting every nerve on fire as I fall over the edge. Vince is right there behind me, and as he drives in balls-deep, I feel his thick cock pulse deep inside. The first jet of his hot cum fills me, followed by the second as he roars out his release. He suddenly pulls out, his fist stroking his thick, slippery cock as he pumps rope after rope of thick white cum against my pussy and my thighs. He centers his cock and drives right back in, releasing two more hot pumps inside of me before we finally come to a stuttering stop.
We stay like that, panting and trying to catch our breaths, with his cock still buried inside of me and still completely hard.
"I needed to mark you," he growls, grinning at me as he slowly kisses me deeply. "The five us do share, but for now — for this moment — you're mine."
I melt into him, and I'm opening my lips to kiss him when suddenly, I freeze.
"I'm sorry, did you just say five?"
Vince grins, his brows arching wickedly.
"Me, Gaige, Dane, Noah, and Luke. The five us are closer than brothers, and also the co-owners of Lume."
There are five of them.
My pulse skips a naughty, dirty beat as his eyes burn right into mine.
"There are five us that own this place, Tess. And we all share everything."
8
Tess
We don't stop at once in that office. The second time, it's in his chair — me riding him and bouncing up and down on that gorgeous cock until he makes me come all over again. That second time, he tells me jokingly it's to make sure he's keeping tally with Dane and Gaige the night before.
The third time though, on the floor with my legs around his waist and my arms pinned above my head while he nails me to the floor, he growls that it's to make sure he's one-upped their tally.
…I am not complaining.
Eventually though, hours after I've walked in, I realize how late it is and remember all the stuff I have to get done today. He almost doesn't let me leave, and I almost wish he wouldn't, but eventually, it's time for me to go. I dress slowly, so deliciously sore and still feeling his sticky cum covering my thighs and soaking into my panties. It makes me feel so damn dirty, but also has me buzzing like I've never felt before. Well, almost like I've never felt before. The night before with Gaige and Dane is certainly a tie.
Vince kisses me fiercely at the door to the office, and I swear he almost gets me to stay and strip down all over again before I force myself to step away.
"Soon," he growls, grinning at me. "Don't think for a second that I'm done with you, or that this was some sort of one-time thing."
I flash a smile, arching my brows. "I think it was a three-time thing, actually."
He chuckles, pulling me close and kissing me again. "Doesn't change the fact that I'm nowhere near done with you. Fuck, Tess," he groans, pulling me into him and burying his face in my neck. "I don't know how I could ever be done with you."
I'm on cloud nine as I head back downstairs to the club, and I'm halfway through the dimly lit space when the familiar voice has me jumping and whirling.
"You scared the hell out of me," I jab a finger into a grinning Gaige's chest.
"Yeah, you do look a little flustered," he says with a knowing, eager look that has my cheeks flushing red.
"I don't know what you're—"
"Let me guess," he chuckles. His hand slides around my waist, and I gasp as he pulls me into him. "You came in today to try and quit, right?"
I purse my lips together, not sure if I'm annoyed or amused that he can read me so well.
"Maybe."
Gaige laughs. "What, because of last night?"
I look away. "Well, yeah." I sigh, biting my lip and
looking back up at him. "Look, last night was incredible—"
"I second that."
I grin. "But—"
"But?"
"But you're my boss, Gaige," I say quietly. "And so is Dane."
"And?"
"And won't that be some sort of problem?"
His ever-present grin fades for a second, and he shrugs.
"Maybe. But only if it was some sort of one-off, one-time thing."
His eyes burn into mine, and I can feel something pulse and skip inside of me.
"And I can promise you," he growls. "It wasn't. Not for me, and not for Dane."
Suddenly, his hand slides between us, and I gasp as it slides right up my skirt between my legs.
"And it's not for Vince either."
My eyes go wide just as I feel his hand cup my sticky, wet pussy and my soaked panties clinging wetly to my lips.
"Not exactly a sound-proof office, Tess," he growls into my ear. He drags a finger up my slit, making me shiver and gasp.
"I'm glad Vince convinced you not to quit," he purrs into my ear, stroking my pussy through my panties — still so messy from Vince not ten minutes before.
"And since you're not quitting, I've got a job for you, for tomorrow night."
"Oh?" I gasp, my hands clutching at his arm as he teases me before he draws his finger back — mercifully, so I can actually listen to what he's saying.
"We do this poker game once a month, us and a few other lowlifes."
I laugh. "Lowlifes, huh? Should I be worried?"
"Oh, we're the fun kind of lowlife, don't worry," he says with a sly grin. "Well, it's here tomorrow and the next night, since we're closed on Mondays and Tuesdays. We've got kind of a casino type thing set up in the lower level of this place."
"You guys are full of surprises, aren't you?"
"Trust me, you're the biggest one."
My face burns as he lets his piercing blue eyes linger on me.
"We could use a good bartender for tomorrow night. Someone who knows what they're doing, like you. And someone we trust. Again, like you." Gaige shrugs, bringing a hand up to run his fingers through his hair. "It pays great, plus most of the guys who show up for these things are huge tippers."
I nod slowly and he chuckles. "Look, just think about it, okay? We'll all be there, so you don't have to worry about shit, I promise. Plus, you can meet Luke and Noah."
My face burns all over again, and from the look in Gaige's eyes and the smirk on his face, he knows exactly why it is.
"Guess Vince already told you about us all sharing everything," he growls with a dramatic flourish.
I swallow thickly. "Um, yeah, I—"
"I'm just teasing you, Tess."
I roll my eyes, and I'm about to push him playfully in the chest when his hand suddenly slides back between my legs and cups my pussy again. I whimper as his finger pushes them to the side and drags up my sticky, cum-soaked slit. He drags it up and down, and up and down — over and over until I'm barely hanging on and gasping for air.
"Say you'll come tomorrow," he growls lowly into my ear.
"I—"
"Say you'll come so I can make you come."
His finger suddenly pulls away, just shy of me crashing over the edge, and he grins wickedly.
"That was so mean," I groan.
"So come tomorrow and let me make it all better," he purrs.
And slowly, I nod. "I'll be there."
"Good," he grins, his eyes burning into mine as he gives me one last stroke with his finger and then pulls it out from under my skirt. He brings it up, and before I even know what I'm doing, I'm opening my lips as he brings it to my mouth.
"Good girl," Gaige growls, and I whimper as I close my lips around his slick, wet finger. I can taste Vince, and myself, and it's so freaking hot and dirty at the same time that my head spins.
"Tomorrow, baby girl," he groans into my ear. "And don't you dare come before then."
9
Tess
The bathroom is pure steam and heat when I step out of the shower, back home at my apartment. The towel is soft, but even with that draped around me and the water off, I can still feel something hot and tingling across my skin.
I can't believe that happened.
Any of it, really. First, the insane night with Dane and Gaige, but then the mind-blowing screw-fest with Vince in his office. The past two days have been like nothing I've ever experienced in my wildest dreams — well, maybe in my most wild of wild dreams, but still. I've been with all of two men before this — Nathan, for longer than I should have, and my high school boyfriend before that a handful of times. And in the last two days, I've had sex with three of the most gorgeous, incredible men I've ever known. Men who know exactly what to do to me to make me scream in pleasure. Men who know exactly how to leave me panting and wanting more, and men who know how to make me come like I've never once come before, even by myself.
I think of everything that's happened, and before I know it, my body starts to respond. I can feel the aching heat between my legs, and as I lean against the bathroom door, I let the towel drop. My hand slides down my shower-pruned and reddened skin, and when my fingers find my pussy, I gasp softly. I ease one finger inside, and I moan quietly as I push deeper and curl it against that one spot. The fingers of my other hand find my clit and roll over it, making my hips tremble. I think of them telling me how they share — how all of them share, and my pulse roars.
There are five of them. I mean, two is dirty. Three would be firmly in naughty, bad girl territory, and I'm not sure that's even something I'd be capable of.
But five?
Five is flat-out filthy. Five guys sharing me is just…
I moan.
I want so say it's wrong, or gross, or too dirty. But I can't. Not when just thinking about it gets my pulse skipping in my chest and gets my knees shaking. Five big, gorgeous, sexy men all taking me together? I picture ten hands, and five mouths and all of them centered on me. I imagine what it would be like to have five big, thick, hard cocks all for me — all desiring me, and wanting me and me only.
The cry breaks from my lips as a second finger joins the first, sliding in and out of my eager lips as my other hand teases my clit. I roll my fingers faster and faster over it, picturing the five of them claiming me. Five hot guys growling into my skin as they tore my clothes off and kissed every inch of me. I remember Gaige telling me not to come until tomorrow, but there's no stopping it. My fingers move faster and faster as the completely filthy daydream plays out in my head — the five of them taking me any way they please and making me come like nothing I can even conceive of.
And when I do, crying out and sagging back against the bathroom door with my fingers blurring across my clit, that's exactly what I imagine — the five of them, all at once.
And all for me.
The next night, I follow the directions Gaige texted me to head around to the back entrance of Lume, to the unmarked door next to the service entrance. I can feel excitement teasing through me, even if I am just here for work. My heels click against the alley pavement, and I hug my thin jacket a little closer around the black cocktail dress I've chosen to wear for the night. Normally, I'd be in comfier shoes and probably jeans and a low-cut tank top, but Gaige also made sure to let me know in his text that tonight is not the madness of club bartending. It's more just pouring the occasional beer and scotch for poker players.
I tell myself that's why I've dressed like this — for the tips. But really, I know I've dressed extra hot for them.
A click unlocks the door when I buzz, and I open it to find a set of wide, richly ornate stairs plunging into the lower-level of the club. I follow it down, hand on the smooth railing, until they open up into the main room.
Wow.
Lume itself is a gorgeous enough club, without a single expense spared. But this is something else altogether. The space is large, and decked out like this super sexy, ultra-sultry casino lounge. The whole place is low en
ough that the ceiling which makes up the floor of Lume towers above us, with this big, dark-tinted lofted space that must be a VIP room or something off to one side presiding over the whole space. Big, felt-topped tables are spread around the room, and the dealers standing at each one are even in uniform. Men — some rich and scary looking, some just rich — in expensive-looking suits stand around the perimeter talking, arms hooked around the waists of gorgeous, elegant women.
I take this all in with big, star-struck eyes before I shake myself and head for the bar off to one side. A sullen, scowling looking kid who begrudgingly introduces himself as Rick, my bar back for the night, has already set everything up, so I jump right in.
I don't see the guys for a few, but as people start to take their places at the tables, I suddenly see Gaige and Dane making their way right towards me through the crowd. My cheeks burn at the look in both of their eyes, and especially in Gaige's. He licks his lips with a smirk on his face, and while it might come off as totally crude and gross with anyone else, with him, it just seems to fit his cocky, insanely magnetic personality.
They're still moving towards me, stopping occasionally to shake hands with someone or other on the poker floor, when I see Vince step out of what I imagined was the VIP loft space. He pauses in the doorway, and his eyes train right on me, sending a tremble up my spine. God, that dark, piercing look of his is like a blade that cuts right through me in the most insanely hot way. The look lingers, setting something on fire in me and also reminding me just how bad and wild I've been over the last two days. I've slept with three of my bosses in that time, and all three of them are currently in this very room, letting their eyes tear my clothes away and devour me.