Her blush deepened, but a small smile played at her lips. “Sorry, I forgot.”
I shook my head in feigned disappointment. No panties was another rule we’d instituted when even tugging off those silly lace numbers became too much of a hindrance. We’d ripped more off of her than we could count. When she got upset at us for ruining so many, we told her she shouldn’t wear them any more.
“What did we say about panties? They only get in the way. If you want us to keep that pussy filled up with our seed, you can’t be wearing them.”
She nodded. “I know. I’m sorry.” She didn’t look sorry at all and I tried not to grin. Panties would not be keeping us from filling her pussy.
I nodded toward her panties. “Lose them.”
She tugged them down over her hips and I groaned at the sight before me. Sweet Jesus, I’d never tire of that sight. Her pussy was bare except for a neat little strip of groomed dark hair. I couldn’t miss the pink folds or the way they were glistening with her juices…and our seed from when we fucked her this morning before she came into the office.
Ethan walked into the room and startled Rachel, quickly dropping her hands.
I waved my finger for her to lift them back up. He took one look at our woman with her skirt hitched up to her waist and stopped, turned and locked the door. I was sure the desire written all over his face was an echo of mine. We couldn’t get enough of this woman.
He didn’t even stop to ask what we were doing or how our mornings were going. Ethan dropped his stack of paperwork on the edge of my desk and went to Rachel, dropping to his knees and burying his face between her thighs.
She cried out, her head dropping back as her hands let go of the skirt so she could grip his nape.
Shit. I was so turned on watching him eat her out I had to whip my cock out of my jeans and stroke it to find some relief. Her moans and whimpers were the stuff of my dreams. Ethan made a groaning sound as he buried his tongue in her pussy.
Fuck, I was jealous. I couldn’t wait to taste her again. It had been a full twelve hours since she sat on my face and that was just too damn long.
Her orgasm was fucking fantastic to watch. She was so responsive, so quick to pleasure. If I were keeping time, I’d say it took less than a minute for Ethan to get her off. She bit her lip to stifle her sounds. While we weren’t near any guests, we definitely didn’t want to share what we did with Rachel with anyone.
When she stopped riding his face, Ethan pulled back,
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned to me with a wicked grin. “Was I interrupting something?”
Rachel looked dazed and blissed out, her cheeks flushed. More beautiful than I’d ever seen her. But there was something I’d been dying to do—a fantasy I suspected she harbored but I’d been afraid to go there before she was ready. But she’d gone from virgin to vixen faster than fast pitch down the middle.
I watched her fall back against my desk, her legs spread wide as a silly grin spread across her face.
Yeah, she was ready.
“You were interrupting,” I said to Ethan. My gaze never left Rachel. “Our girl here forgot one of the rules and wore her panties.”
I flicked my gaze to Ethan’s before he looked to Rachel, winked. He made a tsking sound that would have made a school librarian proud. His voice grew stern, clearly he knew where I was going with this. “We made the rules for a reason, Rachel. So we can give you what you need.”
She straightened on the desk, nodding her understanding. “I’m sorry,” she said softly.
I looked at her pussy and saw that she was wet all over again like I knew she would be.
“Sorry is not going to cut it,” I said, coming around the desk to stand before her, arms folded over my chest. “We need to teach you a lesson.”
Her eyes flared wide, but I winked at her, just as Ethan had, to let her know we were playing. Somewhat. Oh, she’d get her lesson, but only if she wanted one. All she had to do was agree and we’d pleasure her, in an entirely new way.
She bit her lip, tilted her head. “What kind of lesson?” she asked coyly.
Bingo.
“Bend over the desk and lift the skirt,” Ethan told her.
She looked at him, then turned and went down on her forearms. She looked up at me through her lashes and I arched a brow at her. Reaching back with one hand, she tossed up her skirt so the pale globes of her perfect ass were visible.
“Fucking me isn’t a punishment,” she said.
I continued to stroke my dick as Ethan brought his hand down, spanking her. The crack reverberated in the room and I watched as she stiffened, her eyes widened. She then glanced over her shoulder at him.