The Girlfriend (The Boss 2)

Oh, I had missed this. I’d thought I could shut off that part of my brain, but I was a sexual creature, and I couldn’t deny myself any more. Neil gave me two more hard slaps, and after the last I moaned, “I need... I need...”

I turned my head. Emir had undressed the rest of the way, and I squeaked a little as I watched him roll a condom down his length. Size-wise, he was a bit above average, and his shaft was smooth where Neil’s had lovely, fat veins. I wondered how different Emir’s cock would feel. I wondered how he would move, how he would fuck me. I wanted so badly to be filled by him, I wavered on the edge of desperate tears.

I got up and Neil showed me just how he wanted me, on my hands and knees on the bed. He sat in the chaise and watched as Emir knelt on the bed behind me. His hands were shockingly rough— from working on motorcycles, I assumed in an odd moment of clarity— and he squeezed my ass, rolling my cheeks apart and together again with a content sigh. “Maybe we’ll meet again, and we’ll both have you at the same time?”

Perspiration beaded on my skin at the hot flush his words inspired. I dropped my head, escaped tendrils from my French twist skimming the duvet.

“I think she likes the idea,” Neil said, and I heard his half-smile in his voice.

Emir rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit, and I swore my heart stopped for just a moment. I kept my gaze locked on Neil, watching me as Emir sank deep into my body. My bottom came up flush against his pelvis, and my breath stuttered out with a wordless vocalization of disbelief. Neil’s intense green gaze scorched me, and I clenched down tight. Emir made an appreciative noise.

“How does it feel, Chloe?” Neil said the name with the same intonation he would have said “Sophie,” and my brain swapped them automatically. Sophie was his, all his, even when another man’s cock was in her.

But that was too much to verbalize, so I focused on the physical, on Emir behind me and inside me. “Hard. Oh god, you’re so hard.”

“I have a very inspiring view,” Emir murmured, his hands sliding up my ribcage. He pulled me up, curving my back as he withdrew and thrust deeper, and I rocked my hips desperately. The gentle bend of his cock pressed the ridge of his head against my g-spot, and I couldn’t help myself. I rubbed on him, faster and faster, until I burst all around him.

“I’m coming! Oh fuck, I’m coming!” I shouted, and Emir’s fingers sank into my hair, jerking some of the pins loose.

My body had barely finished trembling when he abruptly withdrew and, with a firm grip on my hair, ordered, “Look at him. Do you see how much he wants you?”

Neil’s cock was in his hand now, his belt and fly hanging open as he leaned against the high end of the chaise.

“Get on your knees and crawl to him,” Emir commanded, and I did as he said, hoping and praying that if I was a good girl and did as I was told, he would fuck me again. One brief taste wasn’t enough. I’d been starving for too long.

Emir held my hair as I crawled, and long tendrils fell loose. My face was sweaty, and I was sure my mascara had run. I must have looked so depraved, crawling across the rug, desperate for cock, because Neil’s throat moved with a painful-looking swallow as I approached.

“I think Chloe should suck your cock, Leif. I think she should suck you off while I fuck her.” Emir led me between Neil’s spread knees. “Go on, Chloe. Show me how you can make him come.”

I wetted my lips and locked eyes with Neil before taking the tip of him in.

“I can’t believe you can get all of that in your mouth,” Emir said with a chuckle, kneeling behind me again. “Leif, you have a very impressive cock.”

“Thank you. Perhaps you’d like to try it out some time. I’m sure Chloe would love to watch.”

My pussy clenched. Watching him fuck Emir would be...

My eyes rolled back in my head as Emir pushed inside me with one hard thrust. I sucked Neil deeper into my mouth, bracing myself awkwardly between the two men. I was so busy concentrating on not falling or moving in a way that would force Emir out of me that I didn’t even notice the orgasm building in me, swelling to a breaking point just a heartbeat after I recognized what was happening. All I could do for a moment was hold on to the edge of the chaise and gasp as I rose higher and higher, then fell like gun powder from a firework.