Unwrapped

Des showed her the items he’d hidden in his hands, pink clothespins with heavy teardrop crystals. She cried out in surprise as he clipped them with swift efficiency on her nipples.

Vision blurring, she stared down at the agile fingers now swirling around her areolas. Was this really happening? Did Des really have his hands on her breasts?

Her drenched sex said hell yes. So did her soaked thighs and quivering belly. She shifted forward on her knees, squeezing her legs together to try to get some friction where she needed it. “You stole those off the tree.”

Des’s trademark grin flashed just long enough to steal her breath. “It’s my tree. My ornaments.” He shifted the clips, their teeth scraping her stiff nipples, and she closed her eyes from the bite of pain the dangling crystals caused. “I knew you had beautiful tits. Tell me how wet your pussy is.”

He didn’t frame it as a question. He merely assumed it was so.

She whimpered, not able to reply. She’d fantasized occasionally about a lover talking dirty during sex, but she’d never gotten that explicit even in her own head. Which was pretty pitiful since it turned her on beyond belief.

“I’m wet,” she murmured, scandalized by both the admission and the flush stealing over her cheeks. Today aside, she wasn’t a blusher, and she wasn’t into kinky stuff with ornaments and…whatever the hell this was.

It was Des. Des. Finally.

“Stand up and take off your panties, then get on my lap. Quickly,” Des added at her stare. “There’s a party going on.”

Rising unsteadily, she braced a hand on Cole’s desk and slipped off her thong. She was pretty sure she would’ve been shrieking about all of this if she’d been fully sober, but her inhibitions had come down just enough for her to follow her hormones.

Right now they were aiming straight for the giant gift in Des’s pants.

“Not that way, sweetheart,” Cole said when she tried to straddle Des, who made no move to help her. “Have you ever been spanked?”

She jolted and Des steadied her. “I’d say that’s a no.” He chuckled and drew out his thick cock, smiling at her gasp. “Cole’s going to help me get the truth out of you while you make me feel good.”

Oh. Well. Now she understood.

Not really. At all.

Following Cole’s instructions, she somehow draped herself partially over Des’s lap with one knee on the floor, ass tipped in the air. Cole shoved up her skirt and air streamed over her bare bottom. To distract herself from Cole’s looming presence, she tentatively wrapped her hand around Des’s cock, gasping again at the heat of his flesh. He was on fucking fire and so hard she knew her flush had returned.

This time it had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with lust.

“You like that, love?” Cole brushed her hair away from her face, the gesture surprisingly tender. She glanced back at him, questions on the tip of her tongue. Questions she couldn’t ask Des when he was being so silent and broody.

Des tapped her cheek, indicating she accept the swollen length she barely managed to grip in her fist. “Suck.”

She nodded, leaning forward so eagerly that both men chuckled. As strange as this whole scenario was, she’d wanted Des forever. She’d take him however she could get him.

She sealed her slick lips over the head of his dick and moaned at the first salty taste of him. More precome pulsed out of his slit as she slid her hand up and down. He was so big that she couldn’t figure out how to maneuver him at first. Soon she settled into a rhythm that had him gulping air.

God, she loved sucking cock, and it had been so long since she’d done it. She especially loved sucking Des’s cock.

Cole cupped the cheeks of her ass, rubbing gently, and she startled, biting down. Des hissed and yanked her hair. “Careful.”

“Sorry,” she said around Des’s length, her lips curving at her boss’s strangled grunt. She dove back down, taking him deep, not stopping until her nose pressed into the thatch of dense dark curls in his groin. His musky scent caused her to moan and unintentionally take him farther. He snatched a handful of her hair and directed her up and down, forcing her to move faster than she would have on her own.

The wet glugging sounds she was making might’ve embarrassed her if Cole hadn’t been stroking her ass again, his fingers darting between her cheeks and down below to her cleft. She wiggled to try to get him to actually penetrate her, but he slipped back, his damp fingers trailing over her ass before he lifted his hand.

And brought it down hard.

She yelped and drew off Des’s cock, managing not to use her teeth. Barely.

“Uh uh. Not of that.” Des urged her back down, feeding her his length. “Cole’s going to spank you, and you’re going to suck.”

She pulled away long enough to answer. “I might maim you.”

He laughed and rubbed his thumb over her upper lip. “I’d like to see you try.”