Ren caught her gaze, hot promise there, and then lowered himself between her thighs to take a long, languid lick.
Her heels dug into his back as her body instinctively reacted, her head tipping back and sensation racing up her spine. “Fuck.”
It’d been so long since she’d had anything but her own hand. And there was no toy that could mimic the hot, wet feel of a skilled tongue. Ren went to work before she could catch her breath, licking and sucking and kissing every tender part of her, his stubble scraping her inner thighs and making everything acutely aware and sensitive. She rocked into the touch and tried to hold back the moans that wanted to slip out. They were in a locked office, not a soundproof room. But it was a fight with every sweep of his tongue.
And when he tucked two fingers inside her, curling them just right, she almost levitated off the desk. Her head tapped against the wood.
But she didn’t want to miss a minute of the show, so she forced her head up, bracing herself on her elbows, and watched Ren’s dark head move between her thighs, Hayes’s hand still in Ren’s hair as if puppeteering the whole thing. The view was mesmerizing, like watching an erotic movie made just for her. And it was almost as if she was floating above it all, seeing herself spread along the desk and watching these men overtake her, but the pleasure rippling through her was far from distant.
Her head lolled to the right, the sensation too overwhelming, and her attention landed on the erection in Hayes’s jeans. The zipper looked to be screaming for mercy. She wanted to touch, to reach out and drag him closer, to taste. But that was off-limits. “Can I . . . make a request?”
The words came out choppy, her breaths too quick.
“Of course,” Hayes said, a hint of a dimple showing. “Doesn’t mean you’ll get your way, but you can always ask.”
She let her gaze dip then looked back to him. “You asked me how I get off. I want to see how you do.”
His eyebrow arched and Ren lifted his head for a second, his mouth slick and his eyelids heavy. “I knew I liked you, Benning. She wants to watch you, Hayes. Give the lady a peek.”
Hayes’s lips pressed together and his Adam’s apple bobbed, like he was having a vicious debate behind the cool mask, but he gave a little shake of his head. “Not today. I’m getting enough pleasure just watching the two of you.”
Cora frowned, could feel the restraint in his words, but she wasn’t going to push. This was about stretching her boundaries but not crossing his. “Something to look forward to another day, then.”
He gave her a humorless half smile at that, but didn’t confirm or deny. Instead, he reached out and pushed hair away from her forehead, a gentle brush of a touch that sent a shimmer of heat over her. “Make her come, Ren. Give her what she needs. I want to see her let go.”
Ren didn’t say another word, and the heat of his tongue landed on her like a shock after its absence. Hot against cool. But it didn’t take long for her race to orgasm to kick back in. He pumped his fingers inside her and didn’t hold back with his mouth, feasting on her like she was the finest meal he’d ever had. Her arousal and his tongue making everything slippery and noisy and lewd and hot as fuck.
And before long, her toes were curling against him and her breaths were coming hard and fast. She forgot to be quiet. “Oh, God.”
“Let us have it,” Hayes said. “Let it all go and take what you need.”
Ren’s tongue lashed at her and then he sucked her clit between his lips. The pressure and sensation exploded all into one and her head tipped back, a loud cry bursting from her. It was too noisy, too much for discretion. She rocked against him, and grabbed for him. Her hands landed over Hayes’s on Ren’s head. Their fingers linked and together they guided him against her, letting her wring every ounce of pleasure from his mouth.
When she couldn’t bear anymore and felt turned inside out, she collapsed onto the desk and let her hand fall away. All that was left were the sounds of her breaths sawing out of her.
Ren gently guided her legs back down and pressed a kiss to her hip. “Beautiful. Thank you.”
It was a period at the end of a sentence. Not acceptable.
r /> She reached for him. He was going to go the route of this was just for you, but screw that. She didn’t know what would happen when they walked out of this room. She didn’t know how reality would filter this scene once the erotic fog cleared, and she didn’t want to walk away without having this man, without seeing what he was like when all the self-control went away.
She grabbed hold of his T-shirt, dragged him down, and kissed him. Her taste was still on his lips and that had her libido kicking into second gear. Ren resisted for a second but when she hooked her leg around his hips and pressed against him, he groaned and melted into the connection.
They kissed full and deep, desperate, and her own need ramped up again.
He broke away, breathless. “Benning, I’m trying to be good. But you’re not helping.”
“Good.” She shifted up and reached for his belt. “You have a condom?”
He made a pained sound. “Hayes, get my wallet out of the drawer in my desk, outside pocket.”
Hayes moved swiftly into action and handed Ren the foil packet. Ren’s stare burned into her. “Tell me you want this, Cora. Tell me this isn’t too far.”
She unzipped his fly and slipped her hand over his erection, the soft silk of his boxers hot against her palm. “I want you, Ren. Have since the party. And I want Hayes to watch.”
“Fuck. Yeah, I’m not that noble.” He yanked his pants down and rolled on the condom.
Cora watched the latex roll over that beautiful curved erection, her tongue pressing to the roof of her mouth, and then she turned to see Hayes. The man was focused on the same thing—Ren’s adept fingers sheathing himself. So fucking hot.