Page 33 of Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

Then he begins to move again, fucking me from below while Noah takes my ass. A fine sheen of sweat coats my skin while tears leak from my eyes as Chance fucks my mouth. This is what it’s like to be owned. To be used to give pleasure as well as to receive it. It’s wanton and salacious and I don’t want it to ever stop.

My body aches, thwarting toward that blissful precipice. “Please… please make me come.” I beg, waiting for embarrassment or shame to wash over me but it never does. I trust these men with all of me, and it feels sublime to let them use me like this.

“Christ, you feel so fucking good,” Chance groans when I gag on his cock, and Noah tightens his grip on my waist. He and Brody fuck me hard, moving in sync as they fill my holes. It’s as if I’m dying, all of it too much but at the same time, still not enough.

My abs quiver as I continue to beg. “I need it. I need to come,” I whine.

Chance tightens his hand in my hair. “Tell me you want my cum, little whore. Suck my dick until I come down your throat.”

I hollow out my cheeks and flatten my tongue, swallowing the tip of his cock. I hum around him and he pushes my face to his lower abs, spurting his cum into my mouth.

“Fuck!” he roars while I drink him down before sloppily licking him clean as my pussy and ass get destroyed by Brody and Noah.

“Ready to come for us, fuck toy?” Brody asks through gritted teeth.

“Yes! Please!” I cry out, practically sobbing as I seek my release.

They move faster and deeper and force me to the edge until I’m screaming when my walls clamp down on Brody’s dick. He holds still inside me, letting me milk his dick until he fills me with his hot cum, and Noah follows right behind him. We’re all moaning, the air thick with the scent of our sex, and I relish being full of all their cocks.

“So fucking perfect,” Chance whispers and caresses my face before removing my blindfold. An exhausted smile turns up the corners of my lips while I slowly blink away the lust from my eyes.

I groan when Noah slips out of me, a tinge of pain causing me to wince. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says while Brody tugs me forward until I’m resting peacefully on top of him with his softening dick still in my pussy.

“Close your eyes, pretty girl,” he coos while lovingly stroking my back. My mind drifts off to a euphoric headspace and I’m only half aware of the aftercare they give me.

“Sleep, beautiful. We’ll take care of the rest.” Chance’s voice is barely a whisper.

I want to argue and fight to stay awake, but the words won’t leave my lips. Fatigue washes over me and I succumb to the darkness when my eyelids flutter closed.

“You can’t leave us now,” Noah declares. “You belong to us forever.”

11

BRODY

“This is all your fault,” Selena hisses, and I can’t help thinking how cute she is when she’s mad.

For the first time since becoming our assistant, she was late to work. And she’s right. It is our fault, but it couldn’t be helped. There wasn’t a fucking chance we were letting her go home last night after the session we had, so we all crashed at Noah’s place since his is the closest to the club. We had every intention of getting her back to her apartment with plenty of time to get ready this morning. But she looked so fucking sexy tangled up in the sheets that we had to have her one more time before getting her home.

“Not here,” she warns as I close in on her and press a kiss to the side of her neck. Her body begins to relax against me until she finds her resolve and nudges me away. Chance chuckles beside me in the elevator.

“Are you ashamed of us, beautiful?” he teases, his brown eyes glittering with mischief.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I just worry about people finding out.”

The elevator comes to a stop and the doors open to allow several employees into the small space. Two women I don’trecognize glance in our direction, smiling at us while ignoring Selena.

“Good morning,” they coo with a little wave.

“Good morning, ladies,” Chance greets with his typical schmoozy smile. Noah and I say nothing, offering them subtle nods instead.

Selena’s spine straightens and she rises to her full height. She’s a petite little thing, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t a force to be reckoned with when she wants to be. Her hands tighten around her new work satchel, and I can feel the jealousy radiating off her as the two women giggle to themselves. She has absolutely nothing to be jealous of, but I can admit I like seeing her this way.

Staring ahead with my face completely expressionless, I inch closer and brush my fingers against hers. Then, not surprisingly, she clears her throat and shifts out of my reach. It’s hard, but I manage to suppress a smile, knowing it would only piss her off right now.

As the elevator makes additional stops and people file in and out on their way to work, polite greetings are exchanged while Selena remains stoic and ignores us. She’s the epitome of professionalism, which is ironic, considering we marked her skin with our cum before allowing her to shower just a few hours ago. She’s trying to compartmentalize our relationship and I get her reasoning for it. But it doesn’t mean we’ll allow her to do it. At least, not for long.

Finally, the last person exits the elevator and we’re alone again. “You can breathe now, baby,” Noah says, and she glares at him while taking a breath.

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