Page 18 of Release Me

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” I push my tray out of the way. “Here, clean this up for me, and meet me in the bang bin.”

“I’m right behind you.”

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“You’re so fucking tight, Brynn,” Finn shouts at me with each thrust.

“Don’t you dare come yet, or I’ll punch your fucking lights out,” I threaten him, and he knows I’ll follow through with it.

“It’s been a whole weekbaby,you better hurry up.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

We’re in the janitor’s office, a room we’ve come to call “The Bang Bin.” It’s the number one place we fuck because it’s secluded at the end of the hall on the east end of the second floor. There’s never any activity or commotion over here, so we don’t often get interrupted.

Finn has me bent over the metal desk next to the door, fucking me as hard as he can, as usual. I can feel myorgasm drawing near, but it’s simmering right beneath the surface. This time I need something more.

“Choke me,”I demand.

“B,” he slows his thrusting a little, aggravating the shit out of me. “I don’t know after what happened last time.”

Last time I told him to choke me, a switch flipped inside of him, and he didn’t stop strangling me until I was near death. He was fucking me missionary, and he had his hands around my neck, using it as leverage.

It was fucking bliss…until it wasn’t.

I have to admit I was scared, but the sex was terrific up until the point where I realized he wasn’t playing anymore.

“That was different. You were on top of me, and it triggered you. You’re behind me this time.”

He begins moving faster again, and his hands move from my hips to my shoulders. Just before he places them around my neck, we hear a voice in the hallway.

“B?”

Weusuallydon’t get interrupted, unless it’s by Andy.

“Fuck, Andy! Get the fuck out of here!” Finn shouts at him.

They’re jealous of one another and want me for themselves. But this ismygame.Irun the show.

“No, no,” I insist, and reach my hand to the doorknob, unlocking it. “Andy, come.”

“Fuck,B,it’s been a week, can’t it just be us his time?”

“It’s been aweek,Finn.You want me to come faster, right?” I bat my eyelashes at him. “If so, Andy is joining us.”

“All of a sudden, I’m not fucking good enough for you…” he mutters under his breath.

I stand upright, as much as I can with his dick still buried deep inside of me, and I look at him over my shoulder.

“Don’t do that, Finn. You’re enough, you know that.” I place one hand on his bicep gently, and the anger melts from his face.

“Andy.” I hold my hand out to him when I turn back around, and he takes it.

I yank him into the room, and he closes and locks the door behind him. Pulling down his pants and boxers in one motion, his cock springs free, bobbing up and down in front of my face. I capture it with my mouth, and his hands fist my hair immediately. He squeezes tight so I can feel the burning sting just a little bit.

“B, I’m gettingrealclose here,” Finn says.

I look up at Andy, my lips down around the base of his cock, and I roll my eyes, forcing a low chuckle to float out of his mouth.

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