15. Dinner and a Show

Dinner and a Show

Nova

G rant kissed me breathless as he turned us, lifted me onto his desk, and filled the space between my legs. He pushed his hardness against my core, and I moaned into his mouth. My moan spurred him on as Grant shoved everything behind me off his desk and lowered me to it. I heard the dragging sounds of the chair as he moved it between my legs and sat. Pulling me to the edge, he didn’t bother trying to tease me as he pushed my panties to the side and plunged his tongue between my folds. His intensity rocketed me higher, and I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle my moans. I didn’t want the entire office to hear me come. Grant stood just as I was teetering on the edge, prompting a disappointed whine to fall from my lips. He fisted my shirt and pulled me up to crush his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

I slid my hands down his chest and into his pants to stroke his rock-hard cock. Grant groaned into my mouth as his hands released me and began to fumble with his pants. He broke our kiss with a sound of frustration as he looked down to get his pants undone. Grant finally loosened them enough to shove them off his hips and free his erection. He stepped closer, and I guided the tip to my center, teasing us both as I moved the head through my arousal. Just as I got him lined up and he grasped my hips tightly to plunge into me, there was a knock on the door.

We froze and looked at each other. I can see in Grant’s eyes that he doesn’t intend to stop, and I don’t want him to. “It’s locked,” he whispered hoarsely. He pressed into me, slowly stretching me. The continued knocking, followed by the jiggling of the handle, halted his progress.

“Grant? Why is the door locked?” Ben asked from the other side.

“Joel said Nova was here,” Linc said, “What are you doing in there?”

We didn’t answer, but I could tell that our fun time was abruptly ending. Ben confirmed as much when he said, “Open the door, or we are letting ourselves in.”

Grant slumped against me and groaned into my neck, making me giggle at his disappointment. “Fucking cock-blocking assholes,” he growled. Grant stepped back and pulled his pants back up as I hopped off his desk and adjusted my clothes. “Hold the fuck on,” he shouted toward the door as he scooped up all the papers he had shoved off the desk from the floor. I retook my seat, and with a final look around, Grant went and unlocked the door. He returned to his seat behind the desk as Linc and Ben followed him.

They both looked at me knowingly as Ben closed and locked the door.

“Hey, Sugar,” Linc purred. “Fancy meeting you here.” He sauntered over and hauled me to my feet. Every inch of my body was pressed against his as he captured my mouth in a teasing kiss. Ben pressed against my back, sandwiching me between them as he brushed the hair off my shoulder and started nibbling on my neck.

“Did you guys eat?” Ben asked.

“Oh, I ate,” Grant said smugly.

I broke the kiss as I turned to look at Grant with surprise at his comment and blushed when I met his smoldering gaze. “Naughty girl,” Linc murmured. “There isn’t a limit to how much I would pay to see you spread across this desk with Grant between those sexy thighs.” Their hands tease my body as they roam. Ben lifted the front of my skirt, bunching the fabric in one of his hands on my belly as Linc fell to his knees. “We’re hungry too,” he said seductively as his nose rubbed against my clit.

Grant pulled his cock back out and stroked it as Ben pushed his against my ass. Linc flashed me a wicked smile as his finger dipped into my panties and moved them aside. Just as his tongue swirled around my clit there was another knock at the door.

“Go the fuck away!” Grant shouted.

“Believe me,” Joel said from the other side, “the last thing I want to do is interrupt, but you all have a meeting in fifteen minutes that you can’t miss.” The men all groaned together as Linc reluctantly moved my panties back into position, and Ben let my skirt drop.

“As much as we hate to stop, he’s right,” Ben sighed. “We can’t miss that meeting.”

I nod and try to get my hormones in check. “Business comes first,” I replied.

Ben turned me to face him. “We’ll see you tonight and make it up to you,” he promised. He kissed me deeply, which does nothing to help cool the need inside my body. Then Linc kissed me, and finally, Grant. As I open the office door to leave, I’m almost shaky with need. I look back at them again and can’t help but smile with relief to see that they feel the same way I do. I left their office and went straight home. I should have returned to work but was too turned on to function.

I stripped off my clothes and climbed onto my bed when I got home. I dug into my nightstand drawer and pulled out my trusty vibe. I pulled up Literotica on my phone and found a story about office sex. Just as I am about to orgasm, a text message pops up on my screen.

Ben: What are you doing?

I was so surprised to see the text message that I lost my grip on my phone and dropped it on my face. How the hell did he know? And why the hell can’t I manage one fucking orgasm without interruption?

Nova: Nothing.

Ben: Weird. The tracker is going crazy, but it can’t identify the workout.

I felt my face heat and looked at the snitching little tracker on my wrist with mortification. Oh God, this is embarrassing.

Nova: You’re monitoring me?!

Ben: Not like that. I was looking up stats on testing for the meeting and noticed the problem. Why won’t you tell me what you are doing?

Nova: It’s personal.

Ben: Personal? Are you masturbating?! Send me a picture!

Send him a picture? I couldn’t send him a picture, could I? Why couldn’t I? I took a deep breath for courage and swiped to my camera. It took several tries, but I finally took one decent enough to send. Butterflies were doing acrobats in my stomach as the seconds ticked by. What if he didn’t like it? Finally, my phone dinged, and I raised it to read his reply.

Ben: Fuck, baby. Look at you. Did we leave you like that? Poor baby. Touch yourself for me, Nova. Pretend it’s me touching you. Fuck, I wish it was.

I contemplated my response as I abandoned my vibe for my fingers and started circling my clit.

Nova: So do I.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on my pleasure while waiting for him to respond. Knowing he was meeting with his brothers and God knows who else while sending me dirty texts was hotter than I thought. I looked at the full-length mirror in the corner of the room as a wicked idea came to me. Could I be that bold?

I scrambled off the bed, sat in front of the mirror with my back against my bed, and spread my legs wide. I flipped to video with my phone and tried not to feel silly as I began to record myself.

Ben: Are you doing it? Are you touching yourself?

I stopped recording and sent him the short clip. I felt frozen as I waited for his response, unable to continue until I knew what he thought. Was it a turn-on for him? If I had sent Paul something like that, he would have gotten angry and lost his shit for sending him filth. But this wasn’t Paul. My phone dinged, and I took a fortifying breath before I read his reply.

Ben: OH FUCK, NOVA. My dirty little girl. That is so sexy! Send me more. I want to see you come for me. Slide two fingers inside that sweet little pussy and fuck yourself.

Nova: Yes, sir.

His response was everything I needed at that moment, and I quickly switched back to video and moaned as I did what he ordered. I didn’t need to finish my story or read any more of his texts. Knowing he was waiting for my next video kept me going. The heel of my hand rubbed against my clit as I continued to pump my fingers in and out. My phone dinged again, and his final order sent me over the edge.

Ben: Come. NOW!

I moaned through my orgasm, calling out his name, uncaring if others heard me when he played the video. Feeling like someone else, I looked at the camera in the mirror, brought my fingers to my mouth to suck my juices off them, and moaned again like the wanton hussy I was. I then blew a kiss and ended the video. I sent the video before I could second-guess myself.

I tossed my phone on the bed, got up, and went to the bathroom to clean myself up and wash my hands. I heard it ding again but took my time getting back to my phone. Even though I knew it was what Ben wanted, I still had Paul’s voice in my head telling me that nobody would ever want to see that. I really hated that fucking voice.

When I returned, I grabbed my phone and snuggled under my blankets. I allowed myself to open Ben’s text message only when I settled.

Ben: Good girl. That was so hot! I had my AirPods in, and fuck, I love to hear my name on your lips. I’m so hard right now, baby. When we get out of here, we’ll pick up where we left off in the office today. Give you more than just your fingers to come on.

Nova: I’m going to hold you to that.

Ben: Trust me, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

Nova: I’ll make dinner.

Ben: Sounds perfect. See you later, baby.

I couldn’t have stopped smiling if someone paid me to as I drifted off to sleep.

Several hours later, I blinked my eyes sleepily as I looked around my room, trying to calibrate. I didn’t usually take naps, so my brain was confused. As it woke up, another smile spread across my face. I hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. I jumped out of bed excitedly to start dinner. I had a few hours until they arrived and wanted to ensure everything was perfect. I didn’t know exactly what was on the agenda for the night, but by all indications, it was about to be a plug-the-holes type of situation. While this thought terrified me, the new version of myself I was trying to embrace almost shook with excitement.

I decided meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans were a good enough dinner, so I cut the onions and mixed the ingredients into the meat. I topped my loaf off with a ketchup and brown sugar glaze and popped it in the oven. I would prepare the rest of the food after preparing myself.

I showered, shaved, and polished every inch of my skin and then took the time to blow out my hair until it fell in long, silky tresses down my back. I knew Linc had a thing for my hair and preferred to see it down. I dressed in a lacy lingerie set and squeezed myself into a little black dress that might have been a size or two too small, but the material was stretchy enough that it worked. I didn’t think the guys would mind all that much either way.

By the time the meatloaf was done, I had finished the potatoes and green beans and set the table. I contemplated making dessert and decided they could have me for dessert instead. With visions of being spread across the table and devoured, I sat at the table and waited for them to arrive.

And waited.

And then I waited some more.

After an hour, I finally made myself a plate of food and zapped it in the microwave since everything was cold.

After two hours, I told myself they got a little delayed at work and would be along at any moment.

After three hours, I felt like an idiot as I put dinner away, locked up the house, and went to bed. I tried to tell myself something came up, but I kept circling back to one simple fact: they would have called if they cared. I must remember that lust didn’t equate to love or even a tiny degree of caring. Ours was a business arrangement; if we had a little fun along the way, so be it. We were all consulting adults, but just because they wanted me sexually and enjoyed spending time with me didn’t mean I was a priority in their lives.