He glides across my tongue as he does it again, fucking my mouth, just like he promised. I move forward to take him deeper once I learn his rhythm. Holden grunts with each thrust and his eyes stay on me. “Still feel like being sassy?”
I nod, his cock stuffed down my throat.
He groans and grips my hair tighter as he hits the back of my throat and I gag, drooling all over him. I shiver and cling to him, holding his firm ass in my hands. I’m happy to take what he gives me. I want him to feel as good as he makes me feel, for him to drop all his restraint and all his control.
Holden’s head falls back as he groans and thrusts even harder. I moan and take even more of him, all the way down to the base. God, he feels good. My eyes roll back and I drop one hand to touch myself.
“Fuck, Sophie. Just like that. Don’t you stop,” He orders.
I open my eyes to see him watching me. Holden’s face reddens and his whole body tightens as he finishes deep in my throat. I swallow and lick across his cock as he pulls out. Holden lifts me up, setting me on the counter, and rips my panties down my legs.
“I told you what would happen, Soph.”
And he follows through, devouring me until I come. Not that it takes very long with the time I spent fingering myself. I shiver and come hard, holding onto his head and knotting my fingers in my shirt so I can hold onto some kind of sanity.
I moan and go limp on the counter. I smile slowly and giggle. “A much better lunch.”
“It’s your fault if the ramen is overcooked.” He pants.
We manage to eat and keep ourselves in check. But I keep giving him glances as we work, biting my lip and replaying our kitchen fun. Holden grabs me at the end of the workday and kisses me until I can’t do anything but smile.
“Are you still sad to be working from home?”
“Not at all. I’m never sad to spend time with you, Holden.” I promise him, rubbing his shoulders.
I collapse on the couch, then have Nick laying on me a few minutes later. He adjusts my boobs with his hands and then lets out a heavy sigh before rubbing my hips. “So comfy.”
“I’m glad I can help. Did you have a long day?” I ask, petting his hair.
“A little bit. I hate Carl. I think your dad had excellent timing pulling you from the office. Carl would have been all over you and with Roman’s attitude lately.”
“What attitude?” I ask. “Is that something I should take care of?”
“Well, I’m not Gunner, but since he’s not here, Roman needs to get laid.”
Nick and I laugh together and he kisses my chest softly. “And we need a vacation.”
“We just got back.”
“I said what I said.” He shrugs. “Like … I just want to be able to go a day without stupid shit.”
“Welcome to life.” I sigh. “But I can take care of Roman.”
I go upstairs, get a shower, then put on some sexy black lingerie with one of Roman’s white shirts buttoned over it. I light some candles in his room and lay across his bed, reading some erotica as I wait.
I hear a groan and look up to see Roman. He looks me over hungrily. “Sophie.”
“Someone told me you’ve been upset.” I toss my book to the side and stand up, slowly undoing the buttons. “I can’t have that.”
“You drive me insane, Sophie.” He groans, then hugs me, kissing me hungrily. “You make every day better. But our date night isn’t until tomorrow.”
I finish undoing the buttons, struggling to do it with Roman against me, then look up at him. “I don’t need a date to fuck you.”
He bites my bottom lip. “That dirty mouth is going to get you in trouble.”
“Prove it.” I dare.
He tosses me back on the bed and punishes me with plenty of spanking, holding me down so all I can do is endure it until I promise to behave. Then he flips me onto my back and wraps his tie around my wrists.