But really, it’s just pleasure. Pure, wicked, forbidden pleasure.
Seamus’s hands find the side zipper to my skirt, and when he tugs it all the way down, the whole thing just drops to pool at my feet. I feel a hot shiver ripple through me, standing there bottomless but for my panties as Brock fingers my pussy.
“I don’t think the thumb drive is here, Seamus,” Brock growls, his voice even as his finger starts to rub circles over my aching clit. I moan, my fingers curling against the glass as the forbidden pleasure surges through me. I can feel my wetness soaking into my panties and coating his fingers, and I moan at the thought.
“We’d better take a close look to make sure then, shouldn’t we?”
Brock’s fingers move away, and suddenly, they both pull back. I turn to see them walking towards Brock’s desk, when he turns, and crooks his fingers at me again.
And I moan.
It’s just one gesture — the same one he used to get me up here. But fuck, it does something to me. It’s a small motion, but the power behind it is everything. It says he has control over me. It says they both do, actually.
“Come here, Noelle,” he growls.
I nod, and I’m moving towards them in a daze of pleasure and dreamlike fantasy when Seamus shakes his head.
“Ms. Healy—” He nods past me. “Get the blinds.”
I blush, turning and slowly walking in my heels back towards the glass. I know the people down below can’t see — not really, but it doesn’t stop the heat of shame that creeps over my face.
It doesn’t stop the thrill, either.
I can feel both of them looking at me, their eyes devouring me from behind as I walk to the window and pull the blinds shut.
“Now come here.”
I turn, my eyes wild with something dark and something forbidden as I nod. “Yes, sir,” I pant. “Yes sirs.”
I walk towards them again, and the second I’m within arm’s reach, they both grab me. I gasp, whirling and finding myself pressed against the edge of Brock’s desk with them on either side of me, pinning me there.
“Now then,” Seamus breathes into my ear. “Why don’t we see where else you might have hidden it?”
Chapter 4
Noelle
Both of them reach for my blouse — my new red holiday blouse that I picked out especially for the party tonight with it being Christmas Eve. Their fingers deftly pull the buttons open, my heart racing and my skin tingling like it’s on fire as the two rough alphas strip me. The shirt pulls away, and the both of them tug it off my arms before moving right to my red lace bra.
“Shall we keep looking or would you rather just come clean, Ms. Healy?” Brock purrs into my ear. I gasp and my tummy caves as his hands skims across it. Seamus’s hand moves to grip my hip, and with both their hands on me, my pulse goes wild. They both move in, breathing against my neck, and it feels like I’m drowning in sweet delicious, forbidden anticipation before suddenly, the dam breaks.
Brock’s lips move against the skin of my neck, and I cry out as the pleasure I’ve been holding back or trying to push away suddenly just breaks free. Seamus groans, moving in and kissing the other side of my neck. I whimper as both their hands tighten on me, Brock’s mouth moving up to my ear as his teeth rake across the lobe. Seamus’s hand slides up my back, popping the clasp on my bra as his mouth kisses over my jaw. He finds my lips, and suddenly, I’m lost.
He kisses me hard, and deep, his tongue as demanding as he is as it seeks entrance to my mouth. I part my lips for him, and he swallows my moan as our tongues slide together. Brock groans into my neck, biting my ear as his hands slide up to tug at my bra. He pulls it away from me, slipping the straps down my arms and tossing it away as both big men move right into me.
Their hands come up to cup my full breasts, fingers teasing over my nipples. They’ve both got a different touch, but both men move with determination. Both touching me as if I belong to them.
Two men.
The thought explodes through me, setting me on fire as I moan into Seamus’s mouth. It’s a fantasy I’ve only entertained in my darkest of thoughts. And here it is, unfolding for real.
Brock grunts, his other hand coming up to pull my mouth away from Seamus. He gently tugs me to the other side, and when his lips find mine, I fall all over again. His kiss is different, but no less scorching hot. No less melting in its heat. His fingers roll my nipple, his tongue swirling with mine.