Page 25 of Not Safe for Work
And that impression only got clearer, the longer this went on for.
His eyes had closed; his mouth suddenly looked so messy. He was practically drooling all over that thick shaft—and oh god, the sounds that were coming out of him. She thought it was Abel at first, moaning like that. But it wasn’t. Abel had his teeth sunk deep into his lower lip, head back, little more than hissed sighs coming out of him now.
No, it was Hartford who supplied the soundtrack.
Hartford who grunted when Abel lifted his hips.
Hartford who urged him on with thick, delirious groans of pleasure.
By the time Abel put a hand in his hair, Hartford had become a completely different person. He had become the kind of person she was when she had sex. He was outside himself and unable to control even the smallest of his reactions. He had a hand between his own legs now, rubbing and rubbing. His other one was currently fisting the shirt Abel still had on into a tight ball.
Though, insanely, all of this was nothing compared to what he did when Abel spoke.
“Look how much you love that,” Abel gasped out. “Look how much you love me fucking your face.”
And then Hartford just seemed to lose it. He started yanking at his slacks in a desperate attempt to get at himself—and that wasn’t even the most shocking thing he did. There was also the words he pulled away to say in reply, breathless and garbled and completely uncaring. “Yes, go on, yes, do it,” he groaned.
At which point Amy simply had to do something, too. She couldn’t just lie there watching anymore. It was too much. It was too exciting.
In fact, it was so exciting she felt as if she’d hardly had an orgasm at all. It seemed insane that she’d had two when this ache was thrumming through her and every inch of her just needed to fuck. Usually it took her a while to get from zero to here, but god it was different now. All she could think of was pushing a hand into that short, fine hair, and forcing him onto Abel’s cock, until he choked.
Like the way Abel was doing now.
He had a fistful of Hartford’s hair, and every now and then he would urge him down, down all the way, until Hartford made the most electrifying sound. It was somewhere between a sob of protest and a moan of pleasure, and it damn near did her in. It made her reach for him—though a little hesitantly, maybe.
But luckily, Abel was there to help her.
He took hold of her hand, the way he typically did when they went on long walks. And then he threaded her fingers through Hartford’s hair. He gazed at her, with all the heat and adoration she could probably want—though it was his words that really thrilled. It was always his words, whispered against her lips about a second before he kissed her.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, honey,” he said. “Use his mouth to make me come.”
So she did. She set the pace, with her hand on the back of Hartford’s head. She made him go faster, suck harder; she made him take the whole length of Abel’s straining cock. And she did it all as Abel slid his mouth over hers. As their tongues tangled and breathless words slipped between them, urgent and full of affection and warmth.
It was as if it was just them for a moment.
Though it surprised her how it felt when she remembered it wasn’t.
“Ah, god, I’m coming,” Abel gasped, but there was no sense of something shifting. There was no change in the temperature of her feelings, nor wondering if Hartford really belonged. Instead, the warmth intensified. She found herself lacing her fingers through Hartford’s, just as Abel’s head went back. Just as he grunted thickly and bucked his hips, that gorgeous cock of his jerking and swelling in Hartford’s mouth.
In Tom’s mouth, she thought.
And that seemed right.
All of this did, really. It was like it had happened a thousand times before, without any of them knowing it. Every time Hartford had asked her to pass her a pen, he’d really been saying I want you. And when he made Abel wait, it was only to stress how deep his desire ran.
So deep, she thought, they would never get out of it.
So deep, in fact, that she didn’t want to.
