“Thought I heard some, uh, moaning in here. Wanted to offer to give you a hand, so to speak.”
My cheeks burned, and I forced myself to keep scrolling even though the numbers had become meaningless. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He put his hands on my shoulders, then slid them down my shirt.
I froze as the heat of his palms came into contact with my tits.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, mouse.” He stroked my nipples with his thumb and I had to resist the urge to lean my head back against his torso. “It’s normal to want to fuck. Normal to want to be fucked.”
He removed one hand and licked his thumb and forefinger, then reached back into my shirt to play with my tit.
The slide of his newly wet fingers made my pussy pulse with hunger, and I pressed my thighs together, trying not to arch into the pleasure.
“I loved playing with your tits in the tunnel.” His breath was warm in my ear and goose bumps rose on my arms as a shiver ran down my spine. “Loved sucking them. But I have to admit I’m jealous I didn’t get to taste your sweet little pussy.”
He leaned farther over my body to slip his hand into my shorts.
“Your thighs are clenched so tight,” he murmured against my neck. “Let me in, little mouse.”
I relaxed my thighs and he slid his fingers through my folds.
And now I couldn’t help it. I tipped my head back against his chest, still behind me in the chair, and closed my eyes.
“You’re fuckingwet, mouse. No wonder you wanted to play in the Hunt. You’re ripe for fucking.”
He slid a finger inside me and made slow, rhythmic strokes on my clit with his thumb. I tipped my hips to meet him, ready to come again, because the truth was, no fantasy was as good as the heat of his palm, the probing of his finger, the skilled ministrations of his thumb coaxing my cunt to orgasm.
He chuckled as I rode his hand, and I heard again the dark undercurrent of maniacal glee: a little boy who’d just learned how to light a match and was already imagining all the things he might burn down.
I held on to the edge of the desk and rocked my hips. “Oh god…”
“That’s right, come for me, mouse.” He latched onto my neck and sucked, his mouth hot and wet against my fevered skin.
I cried out as my body shuddered, my pussy clamping down on his finger as the tremors rolled over me. I fell into the ecstasy of it, willing it to last forever, every nerve in my body exploding with pleasure until I went limp against the chair.
I tried to catch my breath, afraid to open my eyes both because I didn’t want the moment to end and because I didn’t want to face Vigo.
I hadn’t even tried to resist.
“Jesus,” he breathed against my neck.
He swiveled the desk chair so that I was facing him, then grabbed my hand and shoved it under his sweats.
Grabbing his hard dick was a reflex I didn’t know I had, and another shot of lust rushed between my thighs.
He was huge, the skin of his shaft hot and smooth, stretched tight to accommodate his hard-on.
“Feel how hard you made me?” His face was inches from mine, his eyes as green as the pools of water that collected under the waterfalls in the mountains. “And that was just from finger-fucking you. Imagine how hard I’m going to be after I eat your pussy.”
Icouldimagine it, and I started to stroke his dick, more than ready to let him fuck me then and there.
He chuckled and removed my hand. “Don’t fucking tempt me, mouse. Hawk and Jagger will literally murder me if I fuck you right now.”
“But… isn’t that why I’m here?”
“Oh you’re definitely going to get fucked. By all of us. But I’m outvoted about how it all goes down.”
“Don’t I get a say in how it all goes down?” I asked. “It’s my virginity.”