Page 94 of The Broker

Oh, God. His command was so fucking sexy, I could hardly stand it. I stared into Shannon’s eyes. We both knew what I was about to say, but she looked at me with desperation. Like if I didn’t ask her right this moment, she was going to die.

“Will you,” I panted, “suck on my tits?”

I only got a glimpse of her smile before her head dipped down and her mouth made contact. Her soft, damp lips drew a path across my breast, and when she reached my nipple, her tongue flicked the bud of flesh.

My vision blurred, not from the sensation, but from the heat of it all.

Noah had one hand between my legs and the other on my back supporting me, and when I arched into her needy mouth, he moved with me. He leaned me back, giving her more access and room to maneuver.

She needed it too.

Eli’s tempo had accelerated to a furious pace. Was it uncomfortable for her, getting pounded into the table like that? Maybe, but she didn’t seem to mind, and fucking hell—it was erotic.

I couldn’t help but imagine what it must look like for Patrick.

Did he notice the bead of sweat as it rolled down Eli’s washboard abs? Or was he focused on Eli’s hands that clenched his wife’s waist while she was getting railed?

Did his gaze include me, and how I was practically draped over Noah, naked except for a pulled-down bra, with his wife’s mouth latched onto my breast?

Tension coiled inside me, building toward a big finish. I’d wanted to give Noah a handjob, but it was impossible now with everything happening both physically and mentally. There wasn’t any space to work with, since his arm would be in my way, and I’d come faster if I wasn’t distracted.

It wasn’t going to take long at this rate. Shannon’s greedy mouth felt good, but not as good as the fingers surging inside me. And those didn’t feel as good as the connection of his mouth against mine, drinking up my moans.

My orgasm barreled down abruptly, hurtling me toward the edge...

And then it flung me right over.

I broke our kiss and cried out as I was crushed under a wave of ecstasy, shivering in his arms.

My recovery was slow.

I came back to reality, breath by ragged breath, letting some of the fog clear from my mind, before sliding out of his lap. I melted down the side of the booth and onto my knees and twisted my hands behind my back to undo my bra.

He didn’t understand what I was doing until I reached for the undone sides of his pants. Then, his hands were there, easing me out of the way so he could take over. I let him, because that would be faster, and I was eager for what came next.

I sat back, impatiently waiting as he pushed his pants and underwear down his legs, lifted the wad of clothes over me, and cast them aside. They landed on the floor with a soft thump, and then he was as naked as I was.

His dick was hard, resting against his stomach, and I clamped a hand around it. His lips parted to exhale a deep, appreciative sigh, which gave me secondhand satisfaction. I delivered a few pumps, and although I wanted to continue watching the show, I also wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could.

So I bent, opened my mouth, and slid his cock inside.

As my lips closed around him and I inched down, he issued a groan. It sounded like pleasure and pain mixed together, as if I were both pleasing and torturing him. Shit, it was hot as fuck. I opened my jaw wider, allowing him to slip further inside, all the way to the back of my throat.

When I sucked hard and swiped my tongue against the sensitive underside of his tip, the muscles in his thighs corded with tension. Oh, hereallyliked that, so I did it again.

But my hair was in my way. I had to pause and push it back over my shoulder, but as soon as I began to pump my mouth over him, it fell again, It was annoying how it wouldn’t stay, and just as I reached to hold it back, a hand was there, collecting the strands.

It wasn’t Noah’s—it was Shannon’s.

“That’s it,” she cooed. “Get him ready for me.”

Her dirty words caused a hit of pleasure, an aftershock from my orgasm. As she held my hair out of my way, my tongue spun cartwheels over the head of Noah’s cock. It caused him to pulse and flex, which was hard on my jaw, but was totally worth it.

Eventually, I had to come up for air.

It wasn’t the easiest blowjob I’d ever given. I was mindful of the table just beside my head and did my best not to bang my head on it. When I sat back on my heels, Shannon saw her window of opportunity and went for it. She seized Noah’s cock, wet with my saliva, and gave it a long, thorough stroke.

On some level, I knew I was supposed to dislike this. Her action should have caused jealousy to roar through me, but all it did was make me burn hotter. Maybe something was wrong with me because I loved the way it looked.

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