Page 5 of Claimed by My Lawyers

Hendrix’s eyes go wide and his hand stills. Damian chokes on my statement, perhaps as surprised by my sexy voice as I am. They both look hungry, ready to pounce. Damian’s cock strains against his slacks. His need eggs me on. How can I be so vulnerable and so strong at the same time?

“This isn’t payment.” Hendrix’s tone is firm.

Well, crap. Only I could biff this kind of offer. “But I thought…”

“Our legal services are free. This…” His thumbs caress the insides of my thighs while his hands are planted firmly on top. “This is because you’re ours, and I need to get you ready before I make love to you.” He moves the caresses up to my panties, making it far too clear that he now knows how wet I am.

His groan kicks my need into high gear.

Damian says, “Unless you want to pretend that you owe us. We can make sure you pay in full.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck. You’re a naughty girl,” Hendrix says almost reverently.

“That’s why I need a good lawyer to protect me.” I don’t know where my bravado is coming from, but I’m running with it.

He grips harder.

“Get her skirt out of the way. She owes me too.” Damian says.

Not wanting Hendrix to let go of me, I lift my skirt and ball it against my chest. “Like that?”

Hendrix lunges forward, pinning my hands against my body, kissing me, plunging his tongue between my lips. Need pings back and forth between my mouth and his thumb circling my clit. Then he pulls away and dives down, lapping at my center, his tongue dragging over my panties. I gasp at the sudden contact. If I dared to move, I’d rip my panties off. But I can’t. I don’t dare miss a second of his expertise. Cries of pleasure keep me from catching my breath.

Damian lifts his finger to his lips. “Shh. Be a good girl and keep quiet, or those sexy sounds will have all the lawyers lined up at the door offering to help.”

I bite my lips while Hendrix finds my clit through the fabric and flicks the tip of his tongue over it. How can he do that? I’ve never gotten this close to climaxing this fast. I can’t believe I’m going to come while we’re all fully dressed. Is that the biggest surprise here?

“Does she taste as good as she smells?”

Can Damian really smell me? I should be embarrassed. His eyes are fixed on my lap. I don’t know how much he can see with Hendrix’s head there, but he looks entranced—eyes wide, mouth agape.

Hendrix pauses and looks over his shoulder, not even bothering to wipe my wetness from his face. “Even better.”

The brief seconds of reprieve allow me to catch my breath.

“Mind if I give Damian a taste?” He slides a finger into my panties. Reprieve over.

Oh my god. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? I’ve never had a threesome. I hadn’t thought about the mechanics of it until the last few minutes. Hendrix pulls his finger out and holds it up for me to see. It glistens with my juices.

“He’s being helpful standing guard. One little taste could be a retainer for his services.”

I glance up at Damian, and he’s licking his lips. His eyes have lifted from my spread-eagle position, even though he’d have a better view of my sex. He’s watching my eyes. Waiting for my answer.

‘I’d like that.“ I drop my gaze brazenly to his tented pants.

“Fuck,” Hendrix mutters as he gets to his feet. He leans down and kisses my lips…gently at first, then his tongue slides into my mouth, and I surrender.

I’m panting when he pulls away. He strokes his finger inside my panties again, this time brushing between my pussy lips.

Have they done this before? Do I care? I watch with rapt attention and an ever-increasing need to climax as he steps toward Damian.

“You’re not going to believe how good this is.” He lifts his hand far too slowly.

Damian’s mouth drops open. His chest rises and falls as he stares at my spread legs while waiting to be fed, or paid. I’ve always wanted to role-play.

This has to be a dream.

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