Page 31 of Crushing Clover
“It wasn’t that great. I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
“You made the most tightly controlled man I’ve ever met come in your mouth when he really didn’t want to.
You’re not doing too shabby.” He laughed and pulled me to my feet.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t for Lucky to pull me to him and kiss me deeply, not only uncaring about the fact that another man had come in my mouth but actively tasting him on my tongue.
“That was fucking hot.”
“Watching me give Saint a blowjob?”
“That. Bossing you around while you did it. Feeling like I had a bit of control over him, in the moment. Don’t ever tell him I said that, or he’ll kick my ass.”
“Why do you let them boss you around, anyway?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s always been that way, and it gets me off.”
“But sometimes you fantasize about being the boss.”
He gave me his charming, lopsided grin. “That’s what you’re for.” He grabbed my hair, making me protest as he pushed me toward the couch. “I like being the boss of this soft, squirmy little girl who’s obsessed with my cock.”
“Saint didn’t say you could have me. Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
“Saint didn’t say I couldn’t. This is one of those ask for forgiveness rather than permission situations.”
“Were you the one who used me in the middle of the night, last night?”
He shook his head. “With Saint in the room? Even I’m not that brave.”
I wanted to question him more, but he was turning me on my knees to face the couch. “But I’m sore!”
“Do you think my coaching lessons are free?”
“Your rates are exorbitant,” I complained as he leaned me over the couch.
“Be a good girl, or your panties are going right back in your mouth.”
“How did you know?”
“I’m like Sherlock at the scene of a crime. I know what I’m looking at.” He pointed at the sodden lump of underwear next to the couch. Before I could say anything else, he was sinking into my pussy. I was turned on, and more than a little slippery with the mess Rush had left.
He sighed with pleasure.
“Guys who don’t want to go second don’t know what they’re missing. I’ll take second or third any day.”
He pounded into me, not taking it slow, even though I was sore.
My body accepted his invasion with disturbing abandon.
I thought I’d never be able to catch up, but he reached around me to find my clit with the same unerring accuracy all three of them had.
My clit was sore, though, and too sensitive, but didn’t take long to bring me from zero to sixty.
Only moments later, I was fighting back my orgasm, not ready for it to be over so soon.
“That’s right beautiful, let me feel you squeezing my cock with this tight pussy. Fuck, I swear I could live inside you all day, every day.” His words were punctuated with snapping thrusts of his hips.
“Please, go slow,” I begged. I wanted him to slow down—to make it last.
“We have forty-five seconds before one of them barges in here to drag me back to work. Hurry up, or they’re going to catch us.” The feeling of doing something we weren’t supposed to only made it hotter.
“Fuck, you’re going to come so hard,” he predicted like some pornographic weatherman. “I can feel your pussy quivering around me. Don’t scream or Saint is going to be pissed.”
The tension in me tightened like an elastic band twisted too far, then too far again, and then I made a pitiful, needy sound.
“Oh shit,” he whispered breathlessly in my ear. “Oh fuck.”
He covered my back with his chest, hips flexing, hitting an interesting angle that sent me plunging over the edge.
My whine of complaint turned into a silent cry of release.
I resented the orgasm I hadn’t wanted, but was helpless to stop the pleasure fluttering through me, despite the sharp ache of too much use.
He gasped, his fingers digging into my skin as they convulsed.
His last few thrusts were erratic and wild, and his groan of bliss made me melt.
He bit my shoulder where Saint had, and I couldn’t do anything except close my eyes against the terrible, lovely torture of it.
His soft kisses along the side of my face made me sigh with happiness as his cock twitched inside me. My pussy shuddered around him, and he gasped, pushing deeper, still not limp yet.
When he finally pulled out, he held a finger to his lips to silence me. Far more polite than putting his hand over my mouth.
He tucked his still partially hard cock away despite it glistening with enough cum to make it look shellacked.
As soon as he adjusted his shirt, he flipped me over on the couch, putting me in a sitting position as I struggled to catch my breath.
He tossed my underwear to me and the door burst open.
I had only enough time to ball them in my fist before Saint strode back in.
“What the fuck are you doing in here, Luckface? Rush needs a hand.”
“I was making sure she’s okay.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s all you were doing,” he said sardonically. “We’ll talk about this later. Right now, we have a restaurant to run, remember?”
“Yes, Saint,” he said, rather than voice the retort I could tell was hovering.
“You may not be at the bottom of the food chain anymore, but that doesn’t mean you can start mouthing off.”
“No, Saint.”
Lucky left the room without giving me a backward glance, which was probably for the best, considering we’d probably give ourselves away. My orgasm was still treating me to aftershocks that stole my breath.
I thought Saint would follow him out, but he lingered in the doorway, clutching the doorknob. “Don’t delude yourself into thinking you have a permanent place in our household. As soon as we pay off the debt, you’re fucking history.”
“Yes, Saint,” I said quietly. His rejection wasn’t unexpected, so why did I want to cry?
It was hard to maintain a professional detachment from them. Even though they were a little evil, Lucky and Rush also made me giddy. And Saint? I should hate him, but I wanted to unravel the anger and hurt I could see in him, and bring a bit of sunshine to his tense, miserable life.
On top of all that, the uncertainty of my future made me sick to my stomach. I needed to change Saint’s mind before I ended up somewhere terrible, but how was I supposed to help him get past the fact that he hated the sight of my face?
When I didn’t say anything else, he nodded to himself and left, closing the door behind him. I put my underwear back on, wishing I could sneak off to the bathroom to clean up. If I didn’t get a UTI at this rate, it was going to be a miracle. But that was a problem for another day.