20. Lila

20

LILA

" A aron Pierce," his voice said, cool and collected as ever. As if he wasn't in the middle of fucking me over his desk.

Oh, fuck. The reality of it hit me when I started to pull away, but Aaron only thrust forward, deepening our connection and pinning me in place against the desk. He listened for the other person on the phone, and then he was carrying on an honest to God conversation. The whole time, he was still inside me, his thickness stretching my inner muscles to their limits. Why was the taboo of this, the control he exhibited by keeping his voice perfectly even, so fucking hot? Shouldn't I be running for the hills instead of quietly yearning for him to go back to fucking me?

"Of course," Aaron said to our unknowing guest. "Yes, I think that'd be a good way to proceed."

It was bad enough—or really impressive enough—that he could talk while he was buried balls-deep in my pussy. But then, humming in response to something the caller said and, I could tell, the pleasure, he started to move inside me again. His hips pulsed in an easy rhythm, stroking the most sensitive spot inside me with the barest pressure, driving me absolutely insane with the need for more.

"No worries, Rojas. I think my people can handle the change."

Fuck. Rojas? That had to mean Aaron was talking to Felipe. The thought of the two men I'd shared my body with sent another wave of wanton desire through me, and I couldn't help but release a full-throated moan. Aaron thrust hard into me and laid himself across my back, reaching for my mouth at the same time to cover it. I could hear the soft, muffled sound of Felipe through the phone receiver, though I couldn't make out any words. Aaron fucked me faster, as hard as he could without making too much noise, and I was near tears, half-sobbing into his hand.

This was the most erotic moment of my entire life. Even if I'd had years of fucking frat guys like Gina and Christine, nothing could top this. Aaron was breathing a little harder in my ear, pulling the phone further from his mouth so it wouldn't alert Felipe to what we were doing. He leaned in to nip at my neck as he thrust into me again and again, and for the first time, his voice was a little bit strained when he spoke to Felipe again.

"Of course. We'll need to get Kramer in on one of these calls soon," he agreed, his tone just husky enough that I could hear the strain in it. And oh, God, the thought of Miles being privy to this depraved moment too had me tipping over the edge. Aaron thrust harder up into me, hitting my G-spot as I shook, coming hard enough to see stars. I was panting, and he released my mouth, so I was almost worried Felipe would be able to hear it. But Aaron had a solution to that problem, now that I could feel the way his rhythm had become jerky, his ironclad control threatening to break.

"I've got a meeting, Felipe," he half-growled. "What? No, I'm fine. I'll call you back later."

He slammed the phone down to hang up right as he slammed his cock so hard into me, I cried out with a second wave of climactic pleasure, building upon the first that sent me to the moon.

And then Aaron was coming too, spurting his hot seed into me, the twitches of his spending cock syncing perfectly with the aftershocks clenching in my pussy. The half-growl he released was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. I felt utterly boneless, collapsing against his desk, but apparently, he wasn't quite ready to let me rest. In an act of pure domination, Aaron gripped my chin and pulled me back upright, shoving his other hand underneath me to find my clit. Quick and hard, almost painfully, still slowly sliding his relaxing cock through my wetness, he rubbed hard, fast circles into me until I had no choice but to give him a fourth world-shaking orgasm. Tears streamed down my face. It felt like my body was crying, too, in an excruciating kind of satisfaction I wanted to live in. How on earth had he done all of that, wrung out every drop of pleasure from my now-aching body, and I still sort of wanted to see how he'd take control of my ecstasy next?

When it was over, actually over, Aaron pulled himself out of me with a single, hissed, "Fuck," the most vulnerability he'd shown this whole time. I heard him pull up his zipper, and he carefully shimmied my panties back up under my skirt. He practically had to pose me like a doll, I was still so stunned and spent, but then he had me back upright, standing in front of him. I longed for a final kiss, but Aaron Pierce sauntered back to his desk chair and sat, looking at me like I was any random colleague.

"I assume that'll be all?" he asked me simply. Utterly incapable of speech, even of forming a coherent thought, I nodded at him slowly and turned to leave his office the way I'd come in.

It wasn't until I'd made it back outside to the New York City sidewalk that my thoughts caught up to me. Disbelief warred with wonder in my brain, all topped off with some strange giddiness about what had just happened. But after the initial excitement, the thrill that I'd get to tell my friends about this thrilling recent sexcapade, guilt crept in. I'd just slept with a second person in about a week, and after I'd waited so long to lose my virginity to someone special, it felt like I was betraying that very special man who'd had me first. Felipe and I hadn't discussed what our relationship was, hadn't had a real conversation about exclusivity, but I got the sense that he was a monogamous kind of guy. I'd thought I was a monogamous kind of girl before now, too.

There was really only one thing I could do to clear my guilty conscience. I'd have to talk to Felipe as soon as possible, reveal to him what had happened with Aaron, and figure out exactly what we were to each other. But knowing that truth didn't make it any less terrifying, and now I had to walk to the train on legs shaky from mind-blowing sex and fear.