I slap my palm against the window as I come, and I don’t even fucking care who sees.
Actually…
The only person in the gym downstairs right now is another woman. She’s got to be about the weight I was when I was at my heaviest, and I can see her hit her breaking point as I ride out the orgasm Chase is giving me.
She hops up off her exercise bike and throws down her towel, looking just as frustrated and exhausted as I know I would have been at that weight.
But then, for a second, she looks up.
And I look down at her.
And she sees me.
She sees me, up in Eric’s office, with my leg wrapped around the waist of one very buff billionaire while another removes his shirt and strokes his cock, watching.
For a second, our eyes meet—mine wide with pure fucking pleasure, hers wide with awe.
Then Eric presses his cock against my ass and fucking hilts himself in me, and from there on out, it’s a blur.
I don’t know who’s watching us.
I don’t know how many times they make me come.
I’m fully, completely in the moment—immersed in touch and sound.
“Fuck, Kara!” Eric growls. “This tight little ass of yours is going to make me fucking come.”
“Take it,” Chase is grunting in my ear. “Take my fucking cock, Kara. Milk my fucking cock with your tight little cunt—”
And all I can do is scream for them, over and over again as my fists pound against Chase’s broad, muscled shoulders, and Eric’s hands wrap around my throat: “YES! YES!!!!!! OH MY GOD! CHASE! ERIC! YESYESYESYESYES!”
They flood both my holes with cum until it’s gushing out of me and running down my thighs. And once they pull out, lowering me to the ground once more and passing me back and forth for kiss after kiss, I drop to my knees.
I drop to my knees like a slutty fucking whore and suck their cocks clean, licking up every last bit of cum.
It’s only then—once I’ve got every fucking drop of their perfect, delicious cum on my tongue and down my throat—that I think to see if that woman is still watching.
She’s not, as it turns out. But she is back on the exercise bike, peddling her fucking heart out.
When our eyes meet again, I shoot her a smile—despite the two cocks still pressed against my lips.
She shoots me one back. We don’t need words to communicate with each other—those grins say the exact same thing:
You go, girl.
Kara
Eric drives his Tesla a little too fast, and Chase can’t seem to keep his hands off me as they give me a ride home.
The trunk and the back seat of the car are filled to capacity with all twelve flavors of Protein Plus shakes. When I told them I wanted as much of their yummy, cummy protein shakes as I could drink, they seriously fucking listened.
Part of me thinks that they just get off on knowing that even when they’re not around, I’ll be guzzling their cum. But then again, it kind of turns me on, too, so I’m not going to complain about my lifetime supply.
“You’ve got the prettiest fuckin’ shoulders, girl,” Chase purrs, pressing a kiss onto one of my shoulder blades. Since the car is filled to the brim with Protein Plus, there was only one place left for me to sit: on Chase’s lap in the passenger seat.
“Glad you like them,” I preen. I’m so fucking amped from all the orgasms they’ve given me that I’m suddenly just as cocky as they are?which could be dangerous, I guess, if I wasn’t enjoying it so much.
“Good enough to eat,” Chase growls.