Page 50 of A Night of Indulgence and Sloth
“Those pretty lips of hers look so fucking good around our cocks, don’t they?”
“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Aiden grits out. He’s close, and God I want nothing more than to taste him falling apart.
As if sensing my plea, Kaleb takes both of my hands in his. “This’ll do the trick,” he whispers to me before wrapping my hand around the base of Aiden’s cock and bringing my other oneto cup his balls. Together, we match the rhythm of his thrusts until he thickens and I swallow down his release.
Kaleb presses a kiss to my forehead before stepping away to let Aiden claim one of his own. I’m aching for my own release, nearly at the point of begging, but even my sex-crazed brain knows we can’t do it here. With them, I have no self control, and short of gagging me, there’s no way I’d be quiet.Now that’s an idea.
Both men retreat to their desks, settling into the same position as earlier like I didn’t just successfully get them both off in this office.Wait, wasn’t there a reason I came in here?
Taking pity on me, Kaleb breaks the silence.
“How do you feel about Hawaii?”
They have a private jet. A private jet! What kind of world am I living in that I get to fly to Hawaii in such luxury? Never in my life had I expected to string those specific words together, yet here I am.
We left the office rather quickly, and to my surprise, Calantha had sneakily packed a few island essentials into my bag before I left. When I called her to make sure she didn’t feel like I was abandoning her, which I suppose I already knew the answer to after our talk last night, she only laughed. Then I had tried to get her to join us, but she only sighed and told me there was no way she was crashing my sex-cation.
Now, I’m miles high in the sky on plush leather seats with a glass of champagne in my hand. The captain told us it would be just over eleven hours of flying before we’d arrive. Eleven! I wonder if people actually do this on commercial flights. I can’timagine flying anywhere over ten hours with strangers or babies beside me.
At least I’m in good company. I look over to where Aiden and Kaleb sit on the opposite side of the plane with their laptops open, answering emails and sending flirty glances my way. I don’t want their flirty glances though. I want their hands and cocks and tongues so I can finally deal with the ache inside me. After our little escapade at the office, I’m certainly due an orgasm or two.
Feeling a rush of excitement, I decide to start up my fun from earlier. They can give me all the sexy little looks they want, but three can play at that game.
With their eyes on their laptop screens, they don’t notice my reposition, and they definitely don’t notice as I shimmy the lacy thong down my thighs. Once removed, I ball it up and place it into the pocket of my blazer before removing that, too.
Both men look up from their computers as I stand to take off my jacket, though I play it off as being too warm, which isn’t technically a lie. But the reason I’m so hot has nothing to do with the air on this plane. It’s far more carnal than that.
I grab a magazine from the aisle seat beside me and flip through, barely paying attention to anything on the pages. How can I focus on anything when the heat of their gaze all but sears my flesh?
I cross my legs, thankful when my skirt rises with no help from me but they continue to stay oblivious. After a few more minutes, I shift again, kicking off my shoes.
Each time they try to focus back on work, I move. And each time, their focus returns to me. The rush of it goes from my head down to my core as I control them with only the slightest movements. How did I not know it could be like this? A laugh bubbles up from my throat as I realize that’s a foolish question.The last thing my aunt or uncle would have wanted was for me to know how much better things could be.
I feel safe with Kaleb and Aiden, but it’s so much more than that. They make me feel worthy and supported, like I matter for more than just how I look or what they can use me for. And despite our current relationship, everything at work is the same. I feel valued there, just like I did in the beginning. My opinion matters, and fuck, does it feel good.
Both of my men look at me with a question in their gaze, but there’s no way in hell I’ll tell them why I laughed, so instead I just flip another page. Across from me are two empty chairs and a long table latched to the side of the wall.
Extending my legs, I prop them up on the seat and bite my lip as I feign interest in my magazine. I can feel their gazes roaming over me, and my clit pulses with every beat of my racing heart. Has anyone ever come just from their clit throbbing? Because damn I might be about to.
“What are you doing, Petal?” Aiden asks, closing his laptop.
I look up at him, pretending to be both startled and confused. “Just reading this article,” I tell him, and I see Kaleb close his laptop too. He and Aiden share a knowing look before they stand and approach me. I widen my legs infinitesimally, hoping they don’t notice.
“Is it good?” Kaleb questions, sitting in the aisle seat across from me.
Shit. He’s so fucking sexy. “Is what good?”What were we talking about again?
“The article you’re reading.”
Fuck. I swallow past the lump in my throat, feeling the steady pulse at the base of my neck. “Fascinating.”
Aiden moves to sit in the chair directly across from me, and when I attempt to move my legs, he picks them up and places them in his lap.
“Your magazine is upside down.”
My eyes widen as I glance to my lap with apprehension coiling in my belly, but the magazine is right side up. When I lift my gaze back to them, they stare at me with smug expressions on their stupidly handsome faces. Shit. The jig is up.
Heat flares low in my belly as they watch me intently, and I’m hit with a need so forceful that I can’t help but press my thighs together. I stifle a moan at the tiny amount of friction, but Aiden stops me.
