Page 154 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
Remembering that we were reenacting that scene, I lifted my head to stare down into her eyes.
“I need to taste you. I want to feel your clit against my tongue.”
Clarissa moaned, her hands reaching for my hair as I started trailing kisses down her body, pausing briefly to tease her nipples into hard points. By the time I was settled between her thighs, she was moaning, her hand fisted in my hair.
“Troy … oh, God!”
I didn’t waste any time, fusing my mouth to her sweet pussy. I sucked her smooth skin into my mouth, loving the way she gripped my hair more firmly, urging me where she wanted me to go. When I flicked my tongue against her clit, Clarissa’s back bowed.
“How does it feel, pet?”
Master’s voice spurred me on. I wanted Clarissa to tell him it was the best she’d ever had.
“So good, Master. His tongue … the way he licks me…” A breathy, satisfied moan escaped her. “I want to come in his mouth.”
Fucking hell.
“Tell him, sunshine,” Master instructed. “Tell him what you need.”
“Troy … I…” She squealed when I suckled her clit between my lips and began flicking it ruthlessly with my tongue. I wanted to push her over the edge, to bring her the same pleasure she brought me simply by breathing.
“Tell him,” Master demanded.
“Make me come, Troy.” Her hand fisted tighter as she squeezed my head with her thighs. “Oh, God! Troy! Make me come!”
That was my end goal and I felt a strange sensation course through me when she screamed my name, her clit pulsing against my tongue as she flooded my mouth with her sweetness.
The first time had been perfect, this time—with Master watching so intently—had surpassed that by infinity.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Clarissa
I KNEW FOR A FACT I could go weeks without any sort of sexual stimulation. I’d done it for so long I’d gotten used to it.
However, I found that when I was with Trent and Troy, I was eager for them to touch me in any way they wanted. A good thing considering they both enjoyed it immensely. For the past two weeks, I’d experienced a little of everything, relishing those sweet touches as much as the erotic ones.
And though I was desperate for Trent to play a part in this erotic encounter, I was content that he was watching us. It was obvious he was completely engaged in what was taking place in front of him. Eyes focused, body relaxed, breathing slightly elevated. He was enjoying himself.
I was still coming down from that incredible orgasm when Trent’s phone rang, interrupting the pleasurable moment. Troy moved over me, and I turned my attention to him when Trent answered the call.
“Hey, Zeke. Can you give me just a second?” Trent didn’t wait for a response before stabbing a button on the phone—I assumed it was the mute button—and turning his full attention to us. “While I take this call, I want you to ride him, sunshine. But I expect to be able to see you.”
I didn’t have a chance to say anything before he resumed his conversation. Since I didn’t need any prompting, I focused all my attention on Troy. He was warm and hard and so damn sexy.
“Come here, baby,” Troy crooned, grabbing my hand and helping me to sit up.
I don’t know where it came from, but Troy produced a condom before taking a seat on the couch and pulling me down so that I was straddling him. For whatever reason, Troy was still using condoms when we had sex, although Trent and I had forgone them a while ago. It wasn’t something we’d discussed up to this point, although I was dying to feel him inside me without it.
His mouth found mine and I was lost in his kiss, aware of the man on the phone, the one watching us intently.
“I fucking love being inside you, baby,” Troy whispered when we broke for air. “Lodged to the hilt in your pussy.”
I loved that Troy was so vocal during our interludes. I’d always been turned on by dirty talk and he wasn’t scared to tell me everything that was on his mind.
“Put the condom on me,” he instructed, his voice low so that it wouldn’t be heard by the person Trent was talking to. “Then turn around and face Master while you let me fuck that sweet pussy.”
If he wasn’t careful, Troy was going to make me come with his words alone.
I took the condom from him, but I didn’t immediately roll it on.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft.
I met his gaze. “Do we have to use this? I mean, you’ve seen my test results and I’ve seen yours. Plus, I’m on birth control.”
He seemed completely shocked by the question.
Feeling somewhat foolish for assuming he’d been waiting for me to bring it up, I shook my head. “Never mind. I’ll—”
