Eli

ELI

Watching Jake fuck Paige has me stroking myself along with her pleasure. We've almost made her come a handful of times now, and I desperately want to watch her fall apart, second to feeling her orgasm over me.

It's the sweetest torture in the world.

The shift in Jake is obvious. To me.

She shudders when he pauses, splayed out on her back, hands gripping the edge of the desk in an attempt to gain some leverage and take what she wants. Jake doesn't let her.

It might not be what I want from her, but it's still hot as fucking hell.

When she sobs again from being denied, then she settles enough for him to thrust again, he intends to end her this time. It doesn't take long to build her back up, but the frustrated noise she makes as her toes curl tells me she's stalled.

What a delight. Perfect for sharing with the kind of pleasure we can drag out of her. For how long she's willing to fight for her own release. Wait for it.

I release my cock, taking a deep breath to keep myself from coming. Flirting with that edge the same way we've been toying with hers.

Jake huffs a low laugh. "Even when I'm ready to let you come, you obey and wait for permission."

Paige lifts her head, hand curling into his hair to kiss him. I barely hear her whisper, " Please. "

After a beat, he kisses her again, reaching between them to stroke her clit and finally release her. She seizes up under him, thighs shaking.

Jake holds her as it rides through her, hips hammering home through her quakes until she's limp from the orgasm. Only then does he taper off, stroking her skin and kissing her cheek. I don't hear his words, but her murmur back is sweet.

Finally, he retreats, and Henry nods me on. I'm grateful for his sense of fairness. I might have spent the morning with her, but it's not the same.

I take her legs from Jake and slide between them, drawing my hands up her slender thighs and round hips. Leaning down, I nuzzle her throat and plant a few kisses. "Hey there, beautiful."

I can feel her smile before I see it, and it hits me straight in my heart.

"Ready for more?"

Paige caresses the side of my face, playing with the short beard along my jaw and chin. She kisses me softly. "Yes."

I grin back down at her and kiss her for real, with all of the built-up tension from this weekend, from this morning, from teasing and watching. She moans across my tongue and breathes like I've gotten her close to a new orgasm.

Suddenly, I feel possessive. Protective. Determined.

Paige will not run from us again.

Reaching between us, I drag myself through her swollen folds. She's dripping wet but tight, her breath catching as I inch my way in. I want to be romantic with her, but my control and my need war with each other.

When her hips shift, I promise myself to find a moment to be soft with her. Gentle. But it can't be right now.

Kissing down her chest, I nab a nipple between my teeth and suck it in to roll and pull.

Her cry sounds like a wounded animal and my hips respond, rutting into her.

Retreating, I stand and encase her hips in my hands, lifting her and creating a better angle to plunge my cock into her. Before I know it, I'm driving into her with so much force she rocks against my desk.

This is almost the fantasy I've had on repeat, but not quite.

Paige's mouth falls open and I get the full view of her. Breasts bouncing, hands scrambling for a hold and how my thick shaft stretches her core. When her hands find purchase, she tightens around me, reaching her plateau and making me work for it.

God, I'm so close to my own orgasm, but I don't want to slow down.

Lowering her hips, I lean down over her, catching her lip in my teeth, kissing her with every pent-up desire. Her grip shifts to my hair and neck. My clothes bar her from my skin and I can't stand it. I want her to touch me as badly as I crave everything else about her.

"I swear I'm going to lose it."

Paige tugs my tie loose. "What do you need?"

Pleasure flutters through me as she shifts, finding a new angle to torture me with.

What I need is a long cuddle after this, with her asleep against my chest, hair tangled around me, limbs twined. I need the heat of her skin and the intimacy of simply holding her. I need access to her body until morning and to make breakfast for her.

"I need to wait."

"Why? You'll be ready again in no time."

Laughing, I lean down to nuzzle her neck as her hand breaches the collar of my shirt and brushes her palm across my collarbone.

Tilting her just so, I rub my muscles over her clit with every thrust and the change ripples through her.

She's right, but I don't want to make such a mess of her so early. The night is young.

As if she can read my mind, she drops a sultry voice in my ear, "Do you want my mouth? Or to come on my tits?"

" Fuck ," I murmur against her throat. If I can only hold myself until she's done coming.

Spurring into harder thrusts, she meets me full force until she's coiled tight. Paige comes with full abandon, arching against my chest. And I'm pulsing, on the verge of succumbing, when she slumps back.

Another few pumps and I pull out of her, stroking my cock and seeing stars as I cover her tits and stomach with my cum. Sucking a breath through my teeth, I drag my head through her sex and shudder from the sensitivity.

Her soft mewl means I should leave her to Henry, but I can't step away yet. Teasing her with long strokes, circling her clit, winding her up.

She pouts at me, like she wants me to take her again. It's too bad that I need a minute.

When I straighten and look over my shoulder, a towel is waiting for me. I grin and take it, cleaning Paige off and kissing her one more time before stepping back.

Henry takes her legs and lowers them to the floor, lifting her against his chest and giving her a soft, lamenting kiss before turning her around and bending her over my desk again. The flare of her ass under his hands is temptingly plump.

That's something I want. Pop that cherry and be the first to take her anally. Not that I prefer it, but the desire is anchored deep in my soul.

Henry slides into her from behind, and her shaky moan has me halfway to hard again. Absently, I palm myself, watching, waiting, wishing…

As Paige's pleasure builds back up, Henry leverages her off my desk by her hair. Her palms spread to help hold her up, her breasts nicely framed by them, swinging from his thrusts. Mouth falling open, Paige's fingers curl against the dark wood.

I swear I can feel her squeezing around me. She's going to hit that spot, that tender edge and milk every ounce of bliss from this moment.

It's beautiful, sweet and other naughty things.

Part of me doesn't want to intrude on their moment, but the other screams to take a seat behind my desk to be front row, center to watch her fall apart. I don't. I got my moment without the intrusion.

It only takes her a few more minutes to jerk and submit to a new orgasm.

Long strokes down her back soothes her. When Jake steps forward, it's like we're all connected. He lifts and pulls her into his lap on one of my chairs. Cock inside of her in seconds, she moans against his chest.

Then, Henry's at his side, hand back in her hair and guiding her to his dick. She opens for him so easily, almost hungrily.

I lower to my knees behind her, massaging her cheeks. My thumb brushes her asshole, and her muscles tense all at once. Jake and Henry both groan.

"Don't worry, beautiful. We'll work you up to it." I circle my thumb around that hole until her muscles quiver uncontrollably. When she's comfortable with that, I lean in to tongue her, flicking against the nerves bundled there, getting it wet, and pushing my thumb back against those puckering muscles.

Alternating between my tongue and my thumb, I work the tip past that ring, and everyone stops. Henry sucks in a hard breath as he holds her over his shaft. Jake groans and grinds against the ends of her pussy. Her moan is muted, and her heat palpable as I wiggle the tip of my thumb there.

"Fuck. Give her a little more, and don't stop," Jake orders, and he thrusts into her with more abandon.

It only takes a minute, maybe two, until she collapses into another orgasm.

Well, guess I've found another one of her buttons. I wish I had an anal plug somewhere to settle in that nice tight ass, but I don't. I'll be investing in some. Tonight.

When I get to spread Paige back across my desk, I do it from the position where I usually sit, and I slow way down. Her thighs squeeze around my waist, feet locking and the long strokes of my cock allow me to hold her. I whisper to her, make her laugh and moan and clutch at me with her nails.

It's one fantasy among a thousand and I enjoy every damn second of it.

This time when her core bears down on me, I let myself go with her, filling that beautiful pussy with my cum and rocking into her for a long minute. Lifting to my elbows, I stroke her hair, her cheek, her throat and she smiles at me with such joy.

Paige is slowly working my heart free from its cage and claiming it for her own.

I plant a long, suffering kiss on her.

A fist bangs against my office door. The handle jiggles at the lock. Another four bangs.

I jerk upright as Paige looks up at me wild-eyed.

Shit.

Henry and Jake are pulling their clothes back into rights, and I pull out of Paige.

"jah Rodrick Rockwell. Open this door." The echoing voice transforms me back into an anxious preteen.

What the fuck is my father doing here?

Worry creeps in as I stuff myself back into my slacks and do up my belt. Paige is frowning, covering herself with an arm as she steps out from behind the desk. Retreating.

It's a sucker punch to my chest that I hardly have time to recover from as I head for the locked door.

Henry pulls Paige behind him as I open it and step through, closing the door behind me.

Coming face-to-face with the cold, dark judgment in my father's eyes, I bolster myself for the knife he's going to slide in and the twist that comes with it. His gaze flicks to the door behind me and returns with even more contempt than I could have fathomed.

"Fucking one of your employees again? Another floozy ready to shake you down for money at her earliest convenience?" He shakes his head, the gray hair migrating to a pure white wobbling despite the product he uses to keep it in place.

My heart locks itself back up. I'd made that mistake before, but being with Paige is not a mistake. I can't let it be.

As if sensing my dismay, my father pushes his blade further home. "I thought you'd learned your lesson, but I guess you'll never change. No wonder you're failing to find a foothold against the competitors. If this is how you run your business."