Page 86 of Muted

When he gets to a powerful moment in the song, his hips thrust up, grinding into me, forcing a sigh to escape from my lips. Vance pulls his left hand away from the keys to hold me tighter, using his right to continue with the melody.

I’m under a spell as he dips his head back into my neck, running his nose up the side to bury it in my hair. My lips graze along his neck, needing to taste his skin. To taste the music pouring from his entire body.

I work my mouth up to his chin, nipping it before running my tongue over the skin to soothe the pinch of pain. His fingers dig further into my skin at my touch, and I can’t stop the sly smile when I drag my tongue over his skin once more.

Vance hasn’t stopped playing the melody of the song, but I can hear mistakes trickling in as I distract him. The hand he has on my back slides up until he’s threading his fingers through my hair. “More,” he whispers, just before he slides his tongue against mine.

My hips involuntarily move against him as he kisses me deeper, more focused on the way our mouths are nipping and sucking at each other than the song he’s still attempting to play for me.

When I dig my teeth into his lower lip, he growls against my mouth as he jerks his hand from the piano to grasp at my waist. Picking me up, he stands to slide my ass onto the piano, grinding his cock harder against my center.

Trailing his hands down my sides, he fingers my jeans for a moment before asking, “Can I take these off?” I nod quickly, and he unbuttons the snap and tugs them down before I have the chance to lift my hips for him.

He slips my shoes off along with my pants, and once they hit the floor, he shoves my knees apart to make room for his body. With his hands on my hips, I’m jerked forward. My feet clamor to keep me from falling, banging the highest and lowest keys. The notes ring out discordantly in the silence, but they sear the song they make into my memory. One I’ll forever recognize.

As they continue to hum, our heavy breathing soon overtakes it. Vance bends forward, resting his forearms next to where I sit as he runs his gaze over my body.

“Let me taste you, Susu.” I don’t think he’s thinking of anything but going down on me with the way he’s staring at my pussy. “Please,” he chokes out.

I answer him by widening my knees before lifting my feet to plant them on the cool wood where my ass is. With a groan, he shoves my shirt up to my neck, exposing my bra covered chest. His eyes flick up to them, and he uses a single finger to tug the cups down, tucking them underneath. My nipples harden further against the cooler air.

Mumbling to himself, he says, “I’ll come back to those in a minute.” Refocused on what he wants, he peppers kisses along my stomach, making a path down to the area just above my clit. Biting into the skin, he groans again as he slides his arms under my thighs, joining his hands across my stomach to hold me in place.

With the first long lick, he parts my folds to taste all of me. He pulls his head back to gaze up, pupils blown as he runs his tongue over his lip. Vance seems drunk on my flavor, and my mouth drops open when he curls his lip into a smirk before diving back down and eating my pussy like he’s fucking starving.

I moan, falling back to my elbows and staring up at the ceiling.Fucking hell, that feels so unbelievably good.

The lid of the piano is shut, and the longer he works his tongue over my flesh, the more my arms shake. Badly enough that I can’t hold myself up any longer. My back hits the chilled lid as sensation after delicious sensation races through my body from every place his mouth touches.

When he scraps his teeth over my pulsing clit, my arms fly over my head, grasping to hold on to something,anythingto keep me grounded. Turning my head sideways, I bite into my bicep, needing to do something as I’m forced higher and closer to an orgasm.

I crack my eyes open to find something to focus on. My head is spinning out of control as I attempt to suck in short, gasping breaths of air.

They start to fall shut again but jerk open when I realize there are narrowed eyes locked on my face. He’s not focused on Vance’s head buried between my thighs, or my exposed tits. They’re unblinkingly locked in on my eyes, and I can’t drag mine away.

Chester.

I begin to panic, and attempt to close my legs, but Vance only growls his displeasure. He lets go of my stomach and shoves my thighs back, holding them in place as drives his tongue inside of me, fucking me over and over. I can feel my juices drip down my ass, and I cry out softly.

Jesus Christ. I’m going to have an orgasm in front of my pissed off boss, and I can’t bring myself to pull away.

Chester quietly pulls out a chair, never taking his eyes off of me, then sits, resting his elbows on his knees as he leans forward to continue watching me get consumed by my partner. There’s anger dancing across his face, but since I can’t stop staring at him, I see everything else he’s attempting to hide from me.

Jealousy.

Curiosity.

Desire.

Lust.

Hunger.

Vance pulls his face away from me, standing up to lean over my body as he slips two fingers inside of me. He freezes, fingers buried, and I involuntarily squeeze down on them. In my peripheral, I see him turn his head toward where Chester is sitting. I still haven’t been able to pull my eyes away from him.

“I can stop,” Vance whispers from the side of his mouth. I thought it was quiet enough for Chester to not hear, but my boss answers for me, anyway.

“No.” His voice rings out, louder than the clashing of the notes my feet played earlier. Holding his hands together, elbows still on his knees, he rests his lips against his fingers, waiting.

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