“It’s fine. I’m being selfish.” He removes a foil packet from the drawer.
I pull my top off over my head as I walk toward the bed. “It’s natural to be selfish, and I know you love your cousin.”
“I do.” He whips his top off, letting it join the rest of our clothes on the floor. “And I love you.” Unsnapping my bra, he flings it aside, and a shudder works its way through me as he palms my breasts in his large hands, his fingers flicking my nipples until they are hardened peaks. “So fucking much.” His lips claim mine in a softer kiss this time, and I cling to him as he explores my mouth with his tongue. When he pushes me down flat on the bed, I spread my legs, anticipation building as he crawls over me.
He kneels, rolling the condom over his length. “I wish I had time to worship you. To go slow.”
“But we both know the kids won’t give us long before they come looking for us. Even with Theo entertaining them,” I say, flattening my hands on his chiseled abs as he lines up his cock at my pussy. “Besides, hard and fast is our thing, so fuck my brains out, Galen. Remind me of all the reasons why I’m yours.”
And he does. Meeting my demand with every powerful surge of his hips as he thrusts inside me, over and over again.
3
Harlow
“Damn it,” Theo hisses, when an incoming call flashes on the screen of his laptop, as I kneel between his bare legs underneath the desk. His shorts are pooled at his ankles, his thighs spread wide, and my mouth hovers over his erect cock, ready to reward him for taking babysitting duty so I could fuck Galen. “I’ve got to take this,” he says over a resigned sigh.
My fingers curl around his throbbing length. “So take it.” I flash him a devilish grin. “I can be quiet.”
He stares at me as I slowly start pumping him in my hand, and I see the conflict on his face. The professional in him doesn’t want to take this phone call while I’m pleasuring him, but he’s horny and primed to explode, and he needs this.
“Answer it,” I demand, taking the decision out of his hands.
He presses a button on the side of his earpiece. “Diesel. What’s up?”
Oh, this just got a whole lot more interesting. Screw toning it down. I am so having my fun with this.
My tongue darts out, swiping the crown of Theo’s cock, and he jolts in the chair, eyes widening as he cautions me with a warning look. Ignoring him, I lower my lips over his warm length, grazing my teeth against his velvety-soft skin as I move up and down his erection.
“Uh-huh,” he croaks, his hips automatically thrusting into my mouth as I suck him deeper. “I, ah, sent you that report last night. Didn’t you get it?”
I quicken my pace, pulling the skin on his dick taut as my fingers curl around the base of his shaft and I pump him with my hand as my mouth works him over nice and good.
“I’ll resend it,” he all but shouts as I suction my lips hard against his length. “I’m fine,” he adds after a couple of beats, shooting me with another loaded look, which I ignore. His eyes roll back in his head as I take him to the back of my throat, stretching my mouth wide to take all of him. “Yes. Sure,” he pants as I purposely make a loud slurping sound.
He makes a slicing motion with his hand against his throat, warning me to cut it out, but this is the most fun I’ve had in ages, and I’m not about to stop now. I pretend to behave, fixing him with a fake obedient look as my lips move quietly up and down his length, and the fear on his face drops a few notches.
He nods his head as he listens to whatever Diesel is saying, closing his eyes briefly as he instinctively spreads his thighs a little wider. With my free hand, I quickly uncap the lube, coating my index finger in the liquid. “I can take a look into that. How—” A strangled sound rips from his mouth when I shove my finger into his ass, pumping it in and out as I glide my mouth up and down his length with renewed purpose. I make loud slurping noises, adding a few moans and groans for extra effect, stifling the laughter bubbling beneath the surface of my chest when I spot the horrified look on Theo’s face. There is no way Diesel doesn’t know what’s going down now. Ha!
Theo’s balls tighten, his cock straining as precum leaks from the tip, and I sense he’s close. He knows he can’t stop this, and I think he could happily murder me right now—even if I am the cause of his imminent pleasure.
“I, ah.” He groans into the phone, and I push my finger up farther in his ass until I feel his prostate. “I’ll call you back,” he roars into the phone, seconds before he detonates in my mouth, shooting ropes of salty cum down my throat. His hips jerk as he empties his seed in my mouth, and I can’t keep the grin off my face. His dick makes a popping sound as I finally release him, sitting back on my ankles, waiting to be reprimanded.
“You.” He pulls me up onto his lap. “Are going to pay for that.” He nips at my earlobe, tugging on it. “Such a naughty, naughty girl.” He cups my already damp crotch through my yoga pants. “Diesel totally knows what you were doing.”
I arch a brow. “That was the point.”
“I’m supposed to be a professional.” He pushes the heel of his hand into my crotch, rubbing me through the material of my clothes.
I squirm on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You are a professional. Me blowing you while you’re working doesn’t change that fact.”
“I’d rather my boss didn’t know the details of my sex life.” He narrows his eyes as he continues teasing my pussy.
“It’s not like he’s a saint. I happen to know, for a fact, he regularly fucks Denise in his office. On the desk, against the windows, on top of—”
He clamps his hand over my mouth. “TMI, babe.” I snicker. “At least now I know what you ladies talk about when you’re together.”
Diesel married Denise six years ago and they have twin three-year-old daughters. I warmed to her instantly, and we’re good friends. Even though we don’t have much time to meet in person—what with her living in D.C.—we talk weekly by phone. She knows all about my history with Diesel, and it never fazed her that we slept together in the past. She’s good people.
“Sex, sex, and more sex,” I joke, leaning down to kiss him.
“I love tasting my cum on your tongue,” he murmurs against my lips as his hand breaches the band on my pants, sliding underneath my panties. A whimper escapes my mouth as his fingers part my folds, and he slides two digits inside my wet warmth. “But not as much as I love tasting your cum on my tongue.”
I shriek as he lifts me off him, yanks my pants and panties down, and sets me against the edge of the desk.
“Spread ’em, queenie,” he commands, his eyes darkening with lust as his gaze zeros in on my bare pussy.
I do as I’m told, parting my thighs and gripping the edge of the desk as his hot tongue flattens against my clit, and it’s not long before I’m falling apart again.
“Honey, I’m home!” Caz calls out a few hours later as I’m setting the table for dinner. Theo is helping Galen in the kitchen, and the kids are plonked in front of the TV watching cartoons.