Since this was my time with him, I was following his lead, allowing him to dominate me the way he wanted, the way that I needed.
I wasn’t sure what was going on with Mr. Parker, but whatever it was had affected Mr. Snowden on a level I didn’t quite understand.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. “I’m going to fuck your throat.”
I wasn’t sure I was capable of taking that much of him, but I wanted to please him, so I obeyed.
Mr. Snowden’s hands locked in my hair and he held my head as he brushed the wide head of his cock against my tongue. As he pushed in, our eyes locked and I willed him to see my obedience, my desperate need to please him. As his submissive, I wanted to give him everything.
“Oh, sweet girl,” he groaned as he pulled back, then pushed back in. “I’ve dreamed about this. About seeing you on your knees, my cock deep in your throat.”
I focused on breathing through my nose as his cock pushed in deep enough to make my jaw ache. He was so big, but I tried to relax.
“Take more of me.” His voice was deep, his eyes intense, the grip on my hair growing tighter.
And it turned me on like nothing else to watch as he took his pleasure from me.
He pulled back, pushed in. Over and over, he gave me a few seconds to breathe before he pushed in deep once more. I placed my hands on his muscled thighs, wanting to touch him.
“That’s it, precious. Fuck. Swallow.” He growled. “Fucking swallow my dick.”
Yeah, I was almost certain he was going to make me come from his words alone.
It wasn’t easy, but when I felt the head of his cock brushing the back of my throat, I swallowed. I sucked air in through my nose as he pulled back. I fought the urge to gag.
Rather than push in again, Mr. Snowden released one hand from my hair and helped me to my feet, the other remaining tightly wound, the sharp pain sending shards of pleasure through my system. He spun me around and I planted my hands on the glass wall.
It was then that I made eye contact with Mr. Parker.
He watched as Mr. Snowden impaled me on his cock. I cried out as he filled me. The pain only lasted a moment because my body was primed and ready for him. He inched in deeper, his hips rocking as he fucked me. One arm banded around my waist, the other still in my hair. He nipped my ear with his teeth and I moaned.
He wasn’t gentle, which was unusual for him. He tugged on my hair, his fingers digging into my flesh. It ratcheted up my arousal tenfold.
“You feel so good, precious,” he growled. “Your sweet cunt milking my dick. I want to stay just like this for the rest of my life.”
His words had my heart swelling, that impossible feeling of love threatening to choke me. Tears filled my eyes, but the water masked them. There was no doubt I had fallen in love with both of these men without even meaning to. I wanted everything they were willing to give me.
Unfortunately, I knew that what I wanted and what I was going to get were two different things.
There was no way this would work if they were playing me against each other. It wasn’t fair, but I couldn’t fight it. I needed them, needed this.
“Addison,” Mr. Snowden groaned as he bit into my shoulder. “Come for me, precious. Come while I fill you.”
His words combined with the delicious friction of his cock against all those greedy nerve endings had my orgasm igniting, shattering my senses. I screamed his name as I came, my eyes closing, blocking out the man who was still there watching us.
I had no idea what tomorrow would bring, but I had a very bad feeling this was the beginning of the end.
*
The next morning, I woke up to find Mr. Snowden gone from my apartment. He had stayed with me last night and I had curled up against him, savoring the time we had together and doing my best not to think about what was going to happen when the two of them finally decided to confront the issue.
I went through my regular routine, happy to see that Mr. Snowden had once again selected my outfit for the day. I’d grown used to that, content in the fact that it was a decision I didn’t have to make. Having someone to depend on for those little things meant more than I could’ve imagined. I hated the thought of not having that anymore.
While I tried not to be pessimistic, I knew that something was going to have to give. Whatever was going on between them obviously wasn’t new. I didn’t think it was solely related to me. Otherwise, they would’ve addressed it with me.
