Triplets Make Five

He controlled me with one hand over my mouth and the other locked around my breast. He craned my spine back and banged my ass against his hips. His cock pushed in and out and I couldn’t get enough of it.

My skin fizzed all over in bright sparks. His cock excited all the pleasure spots in my body. I twisted and writhed on it to my heart’s delight, but it never let me fall. I floated in a world of puffy orgasm clouds. One explosive rocket of delicious rapture after another swept me away.

What if someone caught us? What if the paparazzi discovered I wasn’t the good girl everybody thought I was? I thanked heaven he muted my screams so I could cut loose as much as I wanted.

How long could this go on? He could twist me and turn me and impale me from every angle all night long, but he still had to make his appearance at the gala.

Before I knew it, he hauled me back against his chest. He grumbled in my ear. “Yeah, baby. Oh, yeah. That is so fucking good. Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”

I would never stop, but he couldn’t go on like this all night. He wouldn’t want to in a public place. He would only tease me and take me home for the main event.

His breath seared my ear hotter and faster. All at once, he struck deep and stayed there. His fingers crushed me, and his cock throbbed inside me. My muscles tightened as I felt his hips stutter and we both let out moans.

Little by little, his grip slackened. He waited until my cries lessened before he let go of my mouth. He massaged my shoulders and squeezed around my waist as he pulled himself out of me.

I stood up and turned around to face him. His breath still rasped between his teeth, and his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, but he smiled and kissed me. “You’re magnificent, as always.”

I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft again.”

He whipped his prick into his pants and zipped up. “Only, for now, baby. You know me. I’m always hungry for you.”

I sidled up to him and groped his package. “Just so you’re still there, that’s all I care about.”

He shoved his cock into my hand. “I’m always there for you, baby. You know that.”

He guided me out of the closet. The coat check guy didn’t see them, but Gray stopped near the hall entrance. He pulled me closer. “Hey. Let’s kick this joint.”

I gasped. “What? You want to leave?”

He slipped an arm around my waist. “Let’s go home now. Let’s not wait.”

“Do you really mean that?”

He cocked his head. “Don’t tell me you really want those kids hitting on you. I can take care of you at home. I’ve got all the cock you’ll ever need.”

A mischievous smirk spread across my face. “All right. If you really want to.”

He texted the limo driver. In a few minutes, we sat holding hands in the limo, on their way home.

He kissed me on the forehead. “I had a good time tonight.”

I guffawed at him. “You dog. You fucked me in the closet. That’s all you did.”

“I mean it,” he replied. “I always have a good time with you, even when I don’t fuck you. I really enjoy our time together.”

I started to say, “Listen, Gray,” when the limo stopped outside their building. He got out before I could say anything, and pretty soon, the elevator closed in our own penthouse.

Gray poured himself a drink at the wet bar. I gazed out the windows. It was now or never. I couldn’t look this man in the eye when he said he enjoyed my company. I couldn’t lie to him anymore.

He came back with a glass of tonic water for me. He kissed me when he set it in my hand. His warm breath breezed into my face, and he steered me toward the couch. I stiffened and pressed my hands against his chest to push him away.

The moment I gave him the slightest pressure, I could feel his anger bubbling up inside of him. He whirled around and put his glass down on the bar.

“I’ve had enough of this shit! I just took you in that closet at my brother’s campaign event, and now you’re pushing me away again. I’m not putting up with this one more day. What the fuck is going on with you? Don’t you want to do this anymore? You want to go back to the south side where you belong? Is that it?”

I clapped my hands over my ears. “Stop it! Stop it right now! Do you think I want this? Do you think I don’t feel bad enough about it already?”

He grabbed both my arms and shook me. “Do you know the worst part? I cared about you. I’m such a putz I actually started to care about you. I should have known you were only in it for the money. I never should have given you the time of day.”