Page 22 of Icing on Top
Grant pulled his cock back out and stroked it as Ben pushed his against my ass. Linc flashed me a wicked smile as his finger dipped into my panties and moved them aside. Just as his tongue swirled around my clit there was another knock at the door.
“Go the fuck away!” Grant shouted.
“Believe me,” Joel said from the other side, “the last thing I want to do is interrupt, but you all have a meeting in fifteen minutes that you can’t miss.” The men all groaned together as Linc reluctantly moved my panties back into position, and Ben let my skirt drop.
“As much as we hate to stop, he’s right,” Ben sighed. “We can’t miss that meeting.”
I nod and try to get my hormones in check. “Business comes first,” I replied.
Ben turned me to face him. “We’ll see you tonight and make it up to you,” he promised. He kissed me deeply, which does nothing to help cool the need inside my body. Then Linc kissed me, and finally, Grant. As I open the office door to leave, I’m almost shaky with need. I look back at them again and can’t help but smile with relief to see that they feel the same way I do. I lefttheir office and went straight home. I should have returned to work but was too turned on to function.
I stripped off my clothes and climbed onto my bed when I got home. I dug into my nightstand drawer and pulled out my trusty vibe. I pulled up Literotica on my phone and found a story about office sex. Just as I am about to orgasm, a text message pops up on my screen.
Ben: What are you doing?
I was so surprised to see the text message that I lost my grip on my phone and dropped it on my face. How the hell did he know? And why the hell can’t I manage one fucking orgasm without interruption?
Nova: Nothing.
Ben: Weird. The tracker is going crazy, but it can’t identify the workout.
I felt my face heat and looked at the snitching little tracker on my wrist with mortification. Oh God, this is embarrassing.
Nova: You’re monitoring me?!
Ben: Not like that. I was looking up stats on testing for the meeting and noticed the problem. Why won’t you tell me what you are doing?
Nova: It’s personal.
Ben: Personal? Are you masturbating?! Send me a picture!
Send him a picture? I couldn’t send him a picture, could I? Why couldn’t I? I took a deep breath for courage and swiped to my camera. It took several tries, but I finally took one decent enough to send. Butterflies were doing acrobats in my stomach as the seconds ticked by. What if he didn’t like it? Finally, my phone dinged, and I raised it to read his reply.
Ben: Fuck, baby. Look at you. Did we leave you like that? Poor baby. Touch yourself for me, Nova. Pretend it’s me touching you. Fuck, I wish it was.
I contemplated my response as I abandoned my vibe for my fingers and started circling my clit.
Nova: So do I.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on my pleasure while waiting for him to respond. Knowing he was meeting with his brothers and God knows who else while sending me dirty texts was hotter than I thought. I looked at the full-length mirror in the corner of the room as a wicked idea came to me. Could I be that bold?
I scrambled off the bed, sat in front of the mirror with my back against my bed, and spread my legs wide. I flipped to video with my phone and tried not to feel silly as I began to record myself.
Ben: Are you doing it? Are you touching yourself?
I stopped recording and sent him the short clip. I felt frozen as I waited for his response, unable to continue until I knew what he thought. Was it a turn-on for him? If I had sent Paul something like that, he would have gotten angry and lost his shitfor sending him filth. But this wasn’t Paul. My phone dinged, and I took a fortifying breath before I read his reply.
Ben: OH FUCK, NOVA. My dirty little girl. That is so sexy! Send me more. I want to see you come for me. Slide two fingers inside that sweet little pussy and fuck yourself.
Nova: Yes, sir.
His response was everything I needed at that moment, and I quickly switched back to video and moaned as I did what he ordered. I didn’t need to finish my story or read any more of his texts. Knowing he was waiting for my next video kept me going. The heel of my hand rubbed against my clit as I continued to pump my fingers in and out. My phone dinged again, and his final order sent me over the edge.
Ben: Come. NOW!
I moaned through my orgasm, calling out his name, uncaring if others heard me when he played the video. Feeling like someone else, I looked at the camera in the mirror, brought my fingers to my mouth to suck my juices off them, and moaned again like the wanton hussy I was. I then blew a kiss and ended the video. I sent the video before I could second-guess myself.
I tossed my phone on the bed, got up, and went to the bathroom to clean myself up and wash my hands. I heard it ding again but took my time getting back to my phone. Even though I knew it was what Ben wanted, I still had Paul’s voice in my head telling me that nobody would ever want to see that. I really hated that fucking voice.
