Page 155 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
Troy stilled my hand when I went to roll the condom over his rigid erection.
“I would give anything to be inside you bare,” he said in a harsh whisper.
His words turned my insides to mush. I ditched the condom before turning so that I was facing Trent. Troy gripped my hips in his big hands and pulled me down on him, impaling me on his cock. I sucked air into my lungs, trying not to cry out, cognizant of the fact Trent was on the phone and Zeke would undoubtedly hear me.
Not that I really cared.
Trent’s eyes dropped, focused between my legs as I sank down on Troy’s cock. He felt so good, so big, so perfect. And the lack of barrier only made it all the better. He brushed all those sensitive nerve endings that were excited by the prospect of being fucked by him.
“That’s it, baby,” Troy whispered as he pulled me against him, my back to his chest. His arm came around me, holding me tightly while he shifted his hips, rocking up into me. “You’re so hot. So wet.” He growled softly. “Fuck, I could get used to this.”
Trent’s gaze was hot, but he never missed a beat, continuing his conversation.
“Yeah. If you can take care of that, I think we’re set,” Trent said. “Just make sure it’s all done before Friday night. I want everything to be perfect.”
I couldn’t focus on what Trent was saying because Troy’s hands were cupping my breasts as he continued to impale me. I wasn’t doing any of the work, simply relaxing against him while he fucked me leisurely. It felt so good my eyes threatened to cross.
Trent never looked away and I found myself meeting his gaze, holding it. I wondered what was going through his mind. What it did to him to see his submissives fucking each other. It was evident he was turned on by it. I could see the outline of his cock through his slacks. He was hard, but he seemed to be ignoring his body’s reaction.
I wanted him to join us.
In fact, I wanted him to hang up the phone, instruct me to turn around so that he could fuck my ass at the same time Troy fucked my pussy. I don’t know what they’d done to me these past couple of weeks, but I felt freer than I ever had. Available to let my emotions go, to simply feel. It was a heady feeling, for sure.
“Thanks, Zeke. Text me when everything’s in place.”
While our eyes were locked together, Trent disconnected the call and set his phone on the table beside him.
“Fuck him, sunshine. You’re in control of his pleasure and yours.”
Placing my feet on the sofa cushion, I used my legs to lift me up before dropping back down onto Troy’s cock. Oh, damn, that felt good. The moan that escaped me reflected the pleasure coursing through my body.
“Fuck, baby,” Troy groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he guided me up and down. “Yes. Just like that.”
“How does it feel?” Trent asked. “Do you like me watching while you fuck him?”
“Yes, Master,” I admitted on a breathless moan. “So much.”
I wasn’t going to last. There was no way. I needed this more than anything, to feel one of them inside me. While I enjoyed foreplay, this was what I craved. Being filled by them.
My momentum slowed naturally because I was so caught up in the sensation.
“Fuck him,” Trent demanded, his tone heated.
He was definitely affected.
“Make yourself come on his cock, pet. I want to watch you come for him.”
With Troy’s help, I began fucking him in earnest. Lifting and lowering on his cock until my thigh muscles were screaming. It wasn’t an easy position, but it felt too good to stop.
“Don’t make me tell you again, pet,” Trent stated gruffly. “I want to watch you come.”
Yeah. That did it.
Trent’s gruff words combined with Troy’s delicious cock fucking me so insistently, they were a deadly combination. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I could feel the electricity building inside me, coiling deep in my womb. I kept my eyes locked with Trent’s until I felt my orgasm detonate. At that point, I closed my eyes, dropped my head back, and cried out Troy’s name. He followed right behind me, his cock pulsing inside me as he came.
When it was all over, I was breathless and sated, my muscles far too weak to move.
I finally opened my eyes to find Trent staring at me. There was something in his gaze, something I’d never seen before. It was strange, making my insides warm.
While I would’ve welcomed him inside my body, I knew Trent was holding back. He wouldn’t be joining us. He was merely content to watch. It was something I’d learned about him. Trent Ramsey was a voyeur and it seemed he was intent to turn Troy and me into exhibitionists.
