A Perfect Storm (15 page)

Lucien slid his hand up her back, inducing more tremors with his solid touch, and then pulled her face out of where she’d hidden it against the table. “Keep watching.” His enigmatic voice worked as an additional touch over her flesh. “Emma and Jade aren’t close to finished yet.”

When Jade came down from her orgasm high, she dragged Emma to her feet. Jade’s whispered, “I love you” barely traveled across the length of the table, but the way she then took Emma’s mouth in a kiss of claiming filled the study as if she’d screamed the words at the top of her lungs. Never breaking their kiss, Jade backed Emma against the table, where Emma quickly scrambled onto the dark wood surface and parted her thighs. Jade climbed up after her and settled into the V of Emma’s legs. After dipping down to rub her breasts against Emma’s, where both women moaned and their nipples immediately hardened, Jade supported herself on her hands. She looked down at Emma as if nobody else existed in the world. A soft smile parted her lips, and she began rocking her cunt into Emma’s as if she had a huge cock, and that each time she moved in, the length took Emma to the hilt.

Emma made hot little noises with every slide of her and Jade’s pussies, and Sophie—swearing her channel squeezed in the way the other women’s must be doing—whimpered too.

With the first swish of Sophie’s hips, hungry for something to ease the ache, she moaned with her need, and Lucien cracked his palm against her ass again. Sophie’s flesh flamed with heat where Lucien made contact.
Oh please
. Sophie knew she must have red marks across her buttocks from his handling of her, but suddenly she no longer cared. She didn’t care what Lucien must think of her. She didn’t care that two women pleasured each other some eight feet away. She didn’t care that beyond them Magnus had his cock out, once again stroking his dick with a slow, easy touch. Sophie just wanted Lucien’s hands on her. In any way he wanted to put them there. His excitement and pleasure became hers.

Sophie didn’t have to ask. She just left her ass tilted high in the air, an open invitation, and Lucien swatted her again. Sophie cried out at the sting of his hand marking her buttocks. Her pussy flooded with more slick heat, and she kept herself out there for the paddle of his palm. Lucien spanked her a half-dozen more times, making her ass cheeks burn as if a coal fire heated her from the inside out. Between the smells and sounds of sex in such close proximity and Lucien’s hand on her flesh, Sophie groaned low and long, unable to ignore the twisting lines of pleasure shooting between her spanked ass and weeping core. She shoved her hand between her thighs to give herself relief, but before she could do more than graze a gossamer-light touch over her clit, Lucien yanked her arms behind her back and clasped her wrists in his unrelenting hold.

“Not yet.” Lucien’s voice swirled into Sophie as deeply as his spanking had done, and it latched itself on to her need. “Or you will finish before the others do.”

It took a moment for Sophie to shake enough of Lucien from her thoughts to focus on Jade and Emma. The women now sat upright with their arms and legs tangled around each other, deep in a kiss while grinding their crotches against one another. The light in the study caught glints of the fine sheen of perspiration coating their bodies, and the soft grunts of their brand of fucking saturated the atmosphere in the room.

Behind them, Magnus cursed and jerked to his feet. His cock so stiff it looked like it had almost plastered itself to his stomach, the man moved across the room with purposeful strides to the line of shelving behind his desk. After getting into one drawer, he came back to Jade and Emma with a long, black, double-ended dildo.

Magnus forced his way into their kiss, delivering a fast, fierce one to each woman, and then rubbed the toy across their breasts. He brought it to his mouth and deep-throated one end of the dildo. Sophie swallowed thickly with each fat inch Magnus pushed into his mouth, and she couldn’t miss the way his shaft reared as he sucked the fake dick. He reversed the toy and did the same to the other half, leaving each side glistening with his saliva, and finally worked the double-ended prick in between Jade’s and Emma’s legs.

“Let me see you both get off on it.” As Magnus adjusted the dildo to fit the tip to Emma’s pussy first and then Jade on the other end, his voice held a strained quality. “Please.”

Both women moaned and quickly took hold of the twelve inches of silicone. Holding it steady, they rocked their bodies and worked inch after inch of the black toy inside them. Once their pussies swallowed better than half of each side of the double dildo, Emma and Jade each braced themselves on the table and began pumping their hips in unison, their motions allowing them to fuck in tandem on the toy. The slow undulations flowing through Jade and Emma quickly kicked up in tempo and turned more aggressive. As the women worked themselves off on the two-sided toy, their movement stabbed the black length deeper and deeper into their entrances until it hit a point where, between the two of them, they swallowed the dildo whole. Dirty language filled their mating, mingling lust and raw sexuality with frank words of forever love.

The emotion between the women clutched at Sophie’s heart, but the rest of her body throbbed as she imagined what that length must feel like inside Jade and Emma. She couldn’t help her thoughts slipping to Lucien and how she would respond if he were to fill her pussy to the root or speak even half of those lustful and loving words to her. Sophie saw herself thrusting onto Lucien’s hard, long cock with just as much force as Emma and Jade did to that toy, and she heard herself confessing to raw emotions she could not possibly yet feel.

Sophie murmured a soft, “No.” She denied aloud her growing attachment to a man she did not know very well, as if doing so would take away what the subconscious parts of her mind and her body already seemed to believe were true.

Lucien let go of Sophie’s arms and immediately covered her from behind, uttering a rough, “Yes” against the back of her neck. He rubbed his hand across her bare ass then dipped between her thighs and—
Oh God, yes
—grazed a long finger along her slit. “You’re so fucking hot right now you don’t know what to do.” Lucien took his touch away, and she keened for him to put it back. “You want to come more than anyone else in this room.” He grinned; she could feel it against her skin.

Even though Emma and Jade fucked themselves with the double dildo in a frenzy, and Magnus stood at the head of the table looking dark and angry while he jerked himself off with fast, full drags on his cock, Sophie still whispered, “I know I do.” She’d never been so completely aroused, so thoroughly, for such a long period of time without making herself come. Lucien had released her wrists, but she sensed he would grab them again if she attempted to pleasure herself. More than that, she ached for him to do it. With everything inside her humming with more volatile energy than a live, exposed wire, Sophie begged, “Please, help me come.”

Without a word, Lucien bit Sophie’s nape, shoved his hand between her thighs from the front, and sank two long digits deep into her cunt. She shouted as orgasm immediately rocked through her and jumpstarted fist-tight contractions within her channel. Her pussy clutched Lucien’s drilling fingers as if it wanted to make them a permanent part of her body. She shook and shook and shook. Lucien continued to pump his double-digit invasion inside her with every shaking wave and sent shivers through her supersensitized, slick walls.

As the final contractions gripped her, Sophie started to slump into the table, but Lucien, with his fingers still tucked inside her, pulled her upright and supported her against his chest. “You’ll give me another one, Miss Emerson.” His fingers, coated in her juices, slid easily from her tunnel to swirl over her clit. She shivered, and he added, “I feel it still in you.”

This time, Lucien did not take his touch away. He ordered her to continue watching the others play while he transitioned to touching her with a light, steady glide along her crease. His touch kept her shivering, on the edge of tipping into the abyss again, and she swore she held herself upright only through Lucien’s hand between her legs.

Her breathing shallow, Sophie found herself increasing the churn of her hips to steal Lucien’s fingers in the same way Jade and Emma did to the long dildo. The women’s moans and groans encompassed the study, and their cunts ate up the toy over and over again with piston-fast speed. They held on to each other with one hand and shoved into and away from each other with frenzied teamwork in a beautiful, erotic display. Only inches away from them, Magnus jerked himself off with what looked like extremely rough pulls on his straining dick, and Sophie half wondered if he would injure himself in his efforts to come.

Right then Jade fell onto the table and bowed her back off the surface in an arcing, stunning display. “Emma, Emma, baby…” She shoved one hand between hers and Emma’s legs, grabbed hold of the dildo, and shoved it back and forth between their bodies with vigorous thrusts. “I’m coming. I’m coming.” She released a high-pitched noise that made it sound as if she was in agony. “Come with me.”

Emma squeezed her breast, gave one good twist and tug on her brown-colored nipple, and distended the tip ridiculously far from her body. Both women screamed. Their bodies began shuddering on the table as if they shared the same orgasm, and they continued to clutch each other’s hand as if they needed the lifeline to get through their release.

Watching these two women in such an honest, raw display, Sophie moaned, and her channel squeezed deep inside, all the way up to her belly.

Lucien dipped his fingers back into her pussy. “That’s it.” He stroked her wet cunt in the way she thought he might pet a kitten and reawakened those nerve endings that had not yet cooled down from her first orgasm. “Don’t fight your response to their pleasure. Let yourself sink completely into everything your body feels.” He withdrew his digits and teased his way up to her needy nubbin of rioting nerve endings. As he plied her clit with just the perfect amount of pressure, he said, “When you let go again, I will give Magnus permission to come.” With that, Lucien used his other hand to push into her from behind. He twisted two of his long, elegant fingers within her pulsing channel and used his other hand to flick his thumb with delicious speed across her clit.

Oh God
. Sophie bit her lip against the coiling swirling tighter and tauter between her cunt, belly, and breasts.
Please
. She wanted to come again. Every pressure point in her body sat on a spring inside her that desperately wanted to snap, but she couldn’t make it happen. Emma and Jade had recovered from their releases, slid off the table, and slipped out of the study, clothing in hand. But Magnus, God, Magnus’s face had gone so stoic yet flushed, while his erection had so many veins engorged in crimson, full of blood, he had to be in serious pain. Sophie shoved herself into the drive of Lucien’s fingers, grunting like a tennis pro slamming a ball across the court each time he filled her channel, but the throb deep inside her would not explode.

“Come on, Miss Emerson.” Lucien’s voice seeped into her pores as deeply as his fingers did her pussy. “Give it up for me.” He grazed his mouth up her nape and commanded, “Now.” Then he licked behind her ear, and a deep moan slipped past his lips.

Sophie needed nothing else. As orgasm rushed through her, she let a hoarse shout rip through her being. The second she screamed, Magnus roared, and ropes of cum shot out of his cock and onto his shirt. Objectively, Magnus was a thing of harsh beauty in the throes of release, but Sophie could only crave the man behind her right now. She reared upright and reached back to lock her arms around Lucien’s waist. His fingers slipped free of her cunt, but it didn’t matter. She held on to him in a different way, in a way that somehow felt a thousand times more intimate than his digits penetrating her body. With her fingers digging into his lower back through his shirt, tangling them together, Sophie rocked into Lucien’s hand covering her mound and tweaking her clit, and reveled in the feel of his big, hard body locked in place behind her. Orgasm continued to wash through her, this time in a gentler yet longer cycle. Sophie rode the wave of the soft clenching in her sex and belly and understood that Lucien extended the life of her release with constant light pressure on her bead.

When the last ebb finally flowed away, Sophie turned in Lucien’s arms. She reached down to undo his pants, but he sidestepped out of touching distance. Rigidity filled his frame and face, and she could not ignore that his cock was visibly rock-hard too.

“What about you?” she asked, eying his erection and trying to ignore the amber ice in his eyes. “Who takes care of you?”

Lucien’s mouth barely moved as he spoke. “That’s not how it works.” Then, she could not believe it, but he went to his desk and sat down. “Magnus”—Lucien did not even acknowledge the man with eye contact—“you are free to go clean up.”

As Magnus stuffed his spent prick into his underwear and pulled everything to his waist, he looked at Sophie. Gentleness now softened the rough edges of his face, and such a feeling of friendship welled in Sophie that tears burned behind her eyes. Magnus mouthed,
Don’t give up
, before offering her a small smile and leaving the room.

Without looking up at Sophie, Lucien added, “Miss Emerson, you may go clean up too.”

Son of a bitch
. Sophie knew Lucien was hard as all get-out behind that desk, and he just needed thirty seconds alone to take care of it.
Nu-huh
. If the stubborn bastard didn’t want her to help him come, then said bastard could sit there and suffer. It was either that or excuse himself from the study, which Sophie already knew Lucien would consider tantamount to conceding defeat.

Sticky as heck, smelling like sex, her ass still hot from Lucien’s spanking, and tender between her thighs, Sophie righted her clothing and took a seat. Shifting gingerly in her chair, she said, “I’m good. Thank you,” and retrieved a folder containing correspondences between William and Jude.