Jake

JAKE

Paige is fucking perfect.

She sits prettily on her knees, hands alternating between splayed and fisted on her lap, and completely relaxed as I fuck her mouth. But best of all, she stares into my eyes the entire time, even as tears stream down the side of her face.

I can easily come like this—with her so submissive and willing under the force of my hips.

When I draw back, keeping just the tip of my cock in her mouth, she closes down around it, sucking with the kind of magic that might convince my soul to leave my body.

I pull my cock free with a pop, and Paige pants, mouth open and still pliable. Snapping my fingers at the guys, I can't look away as another cock appears in my periphery. Twisting my grip, I turn her toward Eli and his turn.

No one argues as I maintain my hold on her and help her swallow him down. She doesn't need more than a little encouragement before he's able to find a heavy rhythm.

"God, I bet she's soaked," Henry says with a reverent breath.

I bet he's right. The sultry slant of her eyes asks for more, but not yet.

Once Eli starts panting, I pull her off of him.

Henry shakes his head. He wants other things, wants to be in control of her if he's going to take her mouth. I can't blame him.

When she meets my gaze again, I give her a small smile and lean down to wipe the spittle from her chin. "Good girl."

Although she doesn't move, I can see the pride preening in her vibrant eyes.

"Why don't we make you a bit more comfortable?" I unravel my grip on her locks and help her to her feet, holding her by the elbows as she wobbles a little.

Once she's stable, I draw my hands under her jacket and peel it away to reveal the buttery material of her top. Squeezing her waist, I want to rip the blouse from her and feel her wonderfully soft skin. I want to shove her back into the seat behind her, tear her pants from her, and plunder that sweet pussy for everything I'm worth.

Her eyes round at the caveman surfaces inside of me.

Instead, I turn her so that her back is pressed against my chest, smoothing her hair to one side so I can kiss her neck, and gesture Henry closer.

His hands engulf her hips before he unbuttons the waist of her pants and lowers the zipper. Paige shivers in anticipation against me, gripping my arms to keep herself steady as he smooths her slacks off her hips and helps her step out of them.

Eli silently mouths fuck as he looks her over, and I have to take a peek. Fuck, indeed.

The small triangle of fabric over her sex is sheer pink lace, and it takes everything inside of me not to reach down and stroke her through it.

Henry holds her gaze and the heat festering there rivals my own. Paige stiffens as he caresses her over the thin fabric, her hips shifting forward.

I tap her feet apart, giving Henry better access. His strokes are languorous but firm, circling against her clit as she shakes. God, it's delicious, having her tremble against me as she receives pleasure.

I'm always surprised by the fact that Henry and Eli never make me jealous when we share. It never has. But more so, my fear has built over the last few days—after finally getting a taste of Paige and having her run away. After she didn't return our texts and phone calls. After she spent the evening with Henry and the morning with Eli.

I didn't think I could share her if I was going to be allowed so little, but having her submit to me again so easily settles the impending implosion her absence caused.

Her soft moan, hindered by how her lips press together, drives my need to add to her pleasure. Nipping the soft flesh where her neck and shoulders meet makes her intake a sharp breath. I bite a little harder until her head falls back and her hips jut forward.

Henry rumbles with delight in front of us.

She's writhing when I release her, and the quick look Henry and I exchange reaffirms our plan. Build her up, but don't let her come. Part of her punishment for leaving us hanging.

We won't make her wait the entire night for it though.

Paige grinds her ass into my swollen cock, still the only part of my body laid bare. And that soft lace barely covering her ass works me up like I never imagined it could. How tempting.

She makes that noise—the one that signals how close she is, that we can use to drop her into an orgasm and prepare her for a new one, but Henry teases her with it before he retreats. Her soft panting and disgruntled cry makes me curls a smile across my mouth.

I shush her softly and hold her still as Henry lifts her blouse up her stomach, over her matching bra, and off with a few quick tugs. Her nipples strain against the lacy fabric, hard and begging to be touched. To be sucked on.

Henry leans down to take one in his mouth through the fabric. She whimpers again, thighs rubbing together without anyone's touch to create friction for her.

A succubus. They have to be real because Paige is one. I'm throbbing with as much need as she is, but I resist her magic. Her siren call. The need to make her collapse from too many orgasms.

My hand comes around her throat. The only way to satisfy my need to dominate her body right now. And her moan vibrates against my palm. I'm obsessed with how she reacts to me, to this control that I can't function without.

When Henry releases her breast, he tugs her bra straps off her shoulders and lowers the soft cups holding her in, partially banding her arms to her sides before he drops to take her other breast into his mouth.

Her knees give out as her back arches, the cry loud and low. We catch her, and she settles into my embrace again.

"You're such a good girl, aren't you? Ready to take whatever we're willing to give you."

Paige hums her agreement, hips moving to seek some kind of relief. But Henry drops her swollen nipple and steps back, looking her over with supreme satisfaction. He reaches back to tap Eli, who lazily strokes himself at the sight of her.

His grin has her pressing back into me. Then, he's slowly lowering to his knees before her, cock still in hand and pumping slowly like he's there to worship her. To be fair, he is.

Dropping his grip on himself, he carefully peels her wet panties down her thighs and I lift her out of them before he spreads her thighs and tilts her toward him. Mouth sealing over her pussy with a groan, his eyes drift closed, savoring her taste.

She sucks in a shaky breath, head tilting down to watch him eat her—devour her really, until her hips roll with the movements of his tongue.

Eli opens his eyes to peer up at her, pupils blown and drunk on her sex.

Paige can't stop moving, but her noises soften, as if subduing herself this way will fool us. Too smart to not understand what we're doing to her when he pulls away, covered in her pleasure.

" Oh, God ," she whispers, pleading. "Please."

I give him a small shake of my head, but after a few breaths, Eli leans in again to eat her out, sucking and slurping. Shifting my grip on her, I reach up to pinch her nipple between a thumb and knuckle.

She cries out, dropping into the sensation.

Eli backs away again, regaining his feet, but I tweak and roll her nipple as she sobs with frustration.

"You want to come, beautiful?" I ask in her ear.

She nods against my grip around her throat.

"You think you've made it up to us?"

The way Paige wriggles against me says that she doesn't.

"No. I didn't think so." I let go of her nipple and her throat and yank her bra the rest of the way off. "Over here."

I guide her to the edge of Eli's desk, mostly bare this evening by design, and turn to lift her onto the dark, hard wood. Spreading her thighs wide, I step between and let my cock settle against her wet and swollen folds.

Taking her hands, I plant them behind her, propping her up and gathering her hair over her shoulder. She's a fucking sight: all of that creamy skin; those firm, round breasts and pebbled pink nipples; her bottom lip caught between her teeth; and the hard, needy blaze in her blue eyes. Lowering my focus, I drag the head of my cock through her folds, reveling in the spreading moisture.

"Are you ready for my cock?" Our gazes meet for a beat, yearning twisting between us. Can she tell how badly she affects us? That every drop of her only reinforces our addiction?

Paige nods, concentrating on not giving away just how badly she needs it.

I pull her lip from between her teeth. "Say it."

"Yes, sir. I'm ready for your cock." Her voice is low and throaty, and I press but pull back before entering her, making her suck in a shaky breath.

"Beg me for it."

Her nostrils flare. The only sign of her fight. As I wait, I tease her with my tip.

"Please." Her voice is barely a breath. "Please give me your cock."

Her muscles squeeze, like she's trying to drag me inside of her by pure will alone.

Paige whines at me, trying again to coax my cock inside of her with the clenching of her muscles. "Please, . Please, fuck me."

Lucky for her, I can't resist any longer and I plunge myself deep inside her core, reveling at the tight grip of her around me with a groan. And the defiant glint in her eyes paired with the slight shift of her hips tells me that our punishment for her indiscretion is long from over.