“If you stick around for a bit, we can give you an official tour,” Logan added before he shut the door behind him.
A tour? No way I would make it through that. My mind had gone elsewhere the entire time they were here. Thinking of their hands on me, or their lips exploring me. My pussy clenched the entire time and I felt an undeniable pool of wetness between my legs. I leaned against the back of the couch, shudde
ring from anything but the cold. I needed a relief, something.
If I didn’t want this job so damned much—need this job; I would just go in there and act on all the looks they had been giving me for forty-eight hours. But I did need the job.
My core was melting at the thought of them. I closed my eyes as I sighed, not believing I was even doing this. But I needed it. I slid my fingers between my legs. Their scent was still in the air, surrounding me. My fingers slid between my panties. I could still feel the power of their legs against mine. I brushed against my clit and groaned. I remembered the sound of their voices, washing over me, claiming me. I fondled my clit quickly. I was already so close to the edge. I imagined it was their hands, their hot breath in my ear. Their powerful bodies touching mine. I clenched harder, my sex gushing as I fell faster and faster. I inhaled sharply, their scent still everywhere in the room as I fell off of my climax. I hadn’t even touched myself in so long, it was so fast.
I used a napkin from my purse to clean myself. Feeling so out of body, I couldn’t believe I had done that. What was worse was that it didn’t help anything. My body had come alive for them, thirsty and wanting.
They were the only ones that could relieve me.
7
Jake
I jacked off ten times in the last two days trying to get rid of my hard on. It was no fucking use. Madeline was a minx of sorts, and she had me all fucked up. The only thing that would make my hard cock go away was the thought of sticking it in another woman. Crazy, right?
It was just something about her. Maybe that she was smart, or had such natural intelligence in the business world. Anyone would have taken the money and gone with it. Finished college and been able to say their idea was invested in by one of the biggest companies in business. But not her. She was ready for the hard work, on top of how hard she was already working.
Then she had to go and wear that dress. It was innocent, a simple office dress but damn, did she make it look like a wet dream come alive. I imagined bunching that blue fabric up to her soaked pussy and pounding it while I watched her suck Logan off.
We had to have her.
We saw the looks she gave us. She wanted us too, I needed to make that fucking happen but fucking Logan said to wait. I doubted she was going to run off, that blush across her chest and cheeks wasn’t innocent at all. She has been thinking about fucking us too. She didn’t even flinch when we pretty much trapped her between us on the couch. She must have been thinking about our hands on her, sharing her.
Back in the office I jacked off again, and as soon as I was done cleaning up I was right back to where I started. Only one thing could make it go away. I forced it down by reading boring as shit emails and arguing with Logan over the budget. I don’t know why he insists on keeping things so low, like he was waiting for a scandal to drown us all. We vet every employee to the tee, they might as well be applying to work for the CIA.
I guess I couldn’t blame him though. Logan grew up in lesser parts of town. I grew up in a tudor-brick home with parents who were never around. Logan knew how to struggle and go hungry, and I had no clue. So sometimes I just had to go with it. Money wasn’t his motivation, and that’s what made him so dangerous.
Once I finished up with that, I headed back home. I couldn’t make it through another second with Madeline. While Logan was testing waters or whatever the fuck he had been doing, I stayed the fuck away before I ruined everything.
For two days I kept my space and watched Madeline from a distance. In her subtle dresses and skirts and pretty pink blouses. The girl was…intoxicating. I might explode from my desire for her. But finally, I’d had enough.
I wouldn’t wait anymore.
I knocked on her door and awaited a response.
“Come in.” I groaned. Her voice even, so soft and bell like. I couldn’t stand it.
Inside, she was sitting at her desk, wearing a light gray dress with thin straps. Her silky-smooth arms exposed. Her body was flawless, I wondered what she did to keep her hips so round and stomach relatively flat. I liked something to grab onto, something soft to press against me. She was soft everywhere.
“Hello, would you like to join Logan and I for lunch?” I leaned against the door frame, and she turned and smiled at me with an odd look, then smiled softly.
“Yes, I’d love to. My first time being able to be here all day and I get a lunch invite?”
“Yep. We like to treat our people well around here.”
She stood up and flashed that sweet smile of hers as she grabbed her purse. I swallowed and made way for her to walk past me. She smelled like she showers in fucking berries and vanilla extract. I almost went weak in the knees, dizzy from her scent. I followed her hips as she walked out the door, not looking away until Logan was there.
He made small talk as we got in the limo to take us to lunch. I was glad Madeline came early today, apparently, she didn’t have class or work on Fridays. I stared at her for most of the drive over as she talked to Logan. He was a lot better at pushing his desire aside and being a normal person. Me? I was mute.
We sat down in a private booth of a fancy lunch place. We came here every once in a while. We ordered and told them not to disturb us. Madeline sat in the middle of the circle booth, and we sat on either side of her. We inched closer to her, until our legs were trapping her just like before.
She sat up straight, the crease of her ass and thigh getting tighter in the dress she wore. I shot Logan a look, and he nodded once before sipping his drink
“How do you like the job so far, Madeline?” It was the first time I hadn’t called her ‘Miss Jackson,’ but she didn’t protest.