“Why grab the bottom when you can have the top shelf, Bug?”
His dick rubbed into my stomach, and I panted with feeling it against me. Rock hard and solid, I knew already he wouldn’t disappoint. My pussy clenched, and my hands shook with a need to unbuckle his jeans.
“I’m not interested in appreciating just one bottle, Cole. I’m happy to sample and enjoy, not to commit to any. I honestly don’t know if I can. I’m broken a little and I just— We can’t do that. We have Heathen’s to think about. You’re too quick to protect what you think you’re responsible for. I don’t want that for you or for me right now.”
I held up a hand when he tried to step closer and he shook his head. “You’re pushing me away without giving me a chance.”
“If we take the chance now, there’ll be no chance at all.”
His jaw ticked up and down repeatedly, his hazel eyes hardening to a dark brown. “Don’t try the shit vodka in front of me then,” he ground out as he shook his head and took a step back, surrendering to my reasoning.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes before I asked the question I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to. “Are you going to taste your top shelf tonight?”
He pulled at the back of his neck and looked toward the ceiling as he mumbled something about forgetting she was there.
I had forgotten too. Losing myself in his touch, in the way his hands felt over my skin and his lips over mine, one where there were no responsibilities and certainly no other girls in offices waiting for him.
He met my gaze and held up both of his big hands, “I’ll get rid of her. I don’t want men to look at you, let alone touch you in front of me. So, I assume you want the same.”
He’d smacked her ass in front of me, driven his dick into her like he was staking his claim, and yet, my name had been on his lips when he’d come. He’d finished thinking of me, staring at me, wanting me.
“Bug, you’re staring where you shouldn’t be.”
My eyes bulged as I snapped them away from the swell in his jeans. I licked my lips and, before I could stop myself, told him, “I want to watch.”
“What?” he whispered, his eyebrows slamming down in a frown.
I straightened my top and went to stand by his office door, shaking with anticipation. “Maybe this can work me up to tasting you. She’s top shelf, right?”
“For fuck’s sake.” He shook his head, then leaned it against the wall beside me. “This isn’t normal.”
“None of us here are normal. I’m learning what it takes for me to step into my own. Watching you got me off. I wanted to be her, but I wanted to just witness it too. I liked doing what I wasn’t supposed to, liked seeing you watching me like you weren’t supposed to. I need to watch again, Cole.”
“And what do I get from it, Bug? I want you, not her.”
“Then show me. And maybe you’ll get me soon enough.” Before he could say any more, I rose up on my tiptoes to bite at his mouth and run my tongue along his lower lip. I let my hand graze over the zipper of his pants and then I cupped him there. When he responded with a groan, I worked him a little up and down, long enough that his dick strained and pulsed.
I fell back into the wall, “Show me, Cole. Show me you want me and let me watch.”
He growled and grumbled, “I’m going to pay for this.”
Yet, he stalked off into the office and left the door ajar. Instead of leaving me to hover in the hall, where I could remain unnoticed by her, he pulled his shirt off and announced, “Vivica, my friend wants a show. You down?”
The woman’s cat eyes fell into a heavy-lidded stare before she pouted, “You don’t want privacy with me?”
“I want to fuck you with Zoey watching.”
My jaw dropped, and I almost made a beeline back out to the bar.
Except the woman scoffed, completely unfazed. “Fine. I don’t care who’s watching. She need some inspiration from a good couple?”
“We’re not dating, Viv.” He glanced at the door and me. “Get in here, Bug.”
With my head down and using my hair as a sort of curtain, I stepped in.
Cole didn’t let me get away with it. “Eyes on me, Zoey. You wanted this.”
Immediately, I snapped my gaze up and rolled my lips between my teeth, trying my best not to hide in shame or turn and run.
The girl’s smile was ruthless as she motioned toward one of the chairs in front of the desk. “Take a seat, Zoey.” She emphasized my name and studied me with narrowed eyes as I remained silent but situated myself in the chair.
“Now then,” she clapped her hands together and turned to Cole, my presence completely forgotten, “I missed you.”
She murmured more words I didn’t want to hear, but when she climbed onto the desk and inched her dress up slowly for Cole to watch, I focused on him. He unbuckled his jeans, and his hand slid into his boxers. He lifted out his cock and my stomach twisted at seeing it again.
The length, the girth, and the way his hand pumped it had my mouth hanging open, wanting a taste of him.
Vivica drew my attention back to her as she slid her panties off and raised the dress over her head.
Every inch of her was defined, and she slid her hands over her hips and up her stomach to her breasts where she squeezed. “I’ve been thinking about this all week.”
He didn’t respond with the same fervor. Instead, he walked forward and commanded her to lie down on her back.
Rounding the desk where he could face me with her between us, he spun her so that her head hung off, aligned perfectly to take his length in her mouth. She murmured, “I want to taste you. I’ll show you I’m the one for you.”
I stared at his cock, couldn’t stop from panting and crossing my legs either. Suddenly, my pussy needed attention, and my hands flexed, trying not to dip into my pants. I thought I might orgasm harder than I ever had before and wondered why I wanted this, wanted her mouth on him instead of mine.
The draw of the taboo, the fact that I did none of the work and watched her do all of it perfectly was a turn on. I’d tried to get off in the past few years with a couple different guys, I’d tried doing everything to achieve a release, but this was handing over the reins and maybe that’s what I needed for now.
“Open your mouth.” Mine dropped as Vivica’s opened, and he stared at me as he placed his hand on each of her hips. Then he slowly flexed his abs and thrust into her mouth.
Her nails dug into his sides and she groaned. His low voice rolled over both of us. “You like this?”
I nodded my head, even though I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or her. His stare was raw and feral as he looked me over, never glancing down at the woman who was sucking him off. His eyes locked onto the center of my jeans where we both knew I wanted him.
“I want you to slide that hand down to your pussy. Feel how wet you are for me.”
My eyes bulged as Vivica listened to him, immediately following his directions. But he kept staring at my pussy like he was talking to me, commanding me, wanting me to participate.
When I moved one hand to the button on my jeans, he licked his lips and nodded, urging me on. “That’s right. I want to see you get off just like me. You’re gonna get what you came for.”