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Say no more.I didn’t think about her experience as I thrust myself into her willing mouth. The warmth of it closing around my throbbing dick felt like she was helping me carry a heavy load. I sighed in relief as her mouth mimicked a warm bath after a long, cold day.

“Mm, yes.” I took my time moving against her mouth, opening my eyes to watch her take it from both ends, and I groaned with the pressure to hold myself back as she moaned with each thrust Mario slammed into her.

“Fuck,” I said as my hips sped up, and I fought to restrain them, not wanting to overwhelm her with too much too soon. “Oh, fuck, you’re better at this than I expected,” I said, pulling myself out of her mouth as I found myself being brought close to the edge.

I hadn’t even been in her mouth for more than a couple minutes and I wasn’t a minute man. I had endurance, but fuck, watching her legs splayed as she was bent over taking long and slow thrusts, hearing her singsongs of desire with my dick in her mouth as I ran my hand over her back, gripping the softness of her skin, and trying to have self-control almost proved too much for me to take. This wasn’t my first threesome. But it was my first threesome with Tiffany Levine, and damn, she held me in awe.

She caught her breath before answering with swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “I’ve got a great . . . uh . . . teacher,” she breathed as Mario smiled, gripping her ass and plunging deeper and faster into her hole.

She was quite the fucking work of art,I thought as I inserted myself into her mouth again, waiting for my turn to bury myself into her wet and stretched pussy.

Chapter 36

Jared

“Mr.Crawford,didyouforget to call back the opposing counsel’s leading attorney for the discrimination case?” Melissa asked me. “They’re on line two. Says they’ve been waiting on your call since twelve thirty. Is everything okay? Would you like me to tell them you’re not available?”

Melissa had reminded me at 12:25 to give that attorney a call since I’d missed their call earlier. They’d asked me to call at twelve thirty. A mere five minutes apart, yet I forgot. It was now after 1 p.m. Ever since this morning’s run-in with Tiffany, I was unable to think about anything else. It wasn’t like me, and Melissa was looking at me like she was concerned. “No, no. Everything’s fine. Send the call through for me, please,” I said as she nodded and walked away.

I cleared my throat and prepared to speak to the lawyer on the other end of the phone asking me to drop the case. I was not paying attention to what they had to say, but it was not just because I had no intention of dropping the case, it was because despite what my outside environment had looked like since this morning, my inner world was responsible for me sporting a consistent semi-boner which I had to hope was not on friggin’ display. I had to excuse myself several times today to go to the bathroom with a cup of ice that I had to dump over my crotch after removing my clothes so that I didn’t walk out of there looking like I was experiencing incontinence. It was more than a fucking hassle. Damn it.

The call ended and there was nothing standing in the way of my mind drifting again. I was restless, tapping my hand on the desk, running my hand through my hair, frustrated with the fact that I was going to have to go back to the bathroom for the fourth time with another cup of ice. My body needed to learn to control itself.

I needed to get laid by someone that was not Tiffany Levine. I was only able to rationalize that my partly chosen abstinence for the past seven months was what was responsible for me becoming so easily aroused and unable to think of anything else but sex after not thinking about it for so long. I’d been busy, okay. But now I was irritated by the fact that she was the one to reawaken my desire.

Why did it have to be her? It couldn’t have been some other woman with more of a penchant for reality, someone who knew what it was like to care for something they built, who knew what it meant to struggle and overcome that struggle. It had to be Tiffany Levine? The one who was accustomed to everything being handed to her on a silver platter. She was the furthest from “my type” even if my body seemed to disagree.

That call however gave me an excuse to head down to Tiffany’s cubicle to see how far she’d come with the discrimination case. I was certainly not heading down there because I finally got the reason I was looking for to speak to her again, even though I’d just reassigned her to redoing the research for this case two hours ago. I knew she couldn’t have reached far with it, yet my feet were happy for a reason to locate her without trying to make uncomfortable conversation with her about anything else other than her work.

The thought of conversing with Tiffany in a civilized manner both gave me the ick and made me nervous for some reason. Although, what that reason was, I couldn’t bring myself to imagine. I could hear the echoing of my heart banging around in its chamber the closer I got to the associates’ floor. My palm was sweaty for no reason as I tried to steady myself. I allowed myself to focus on the questions I’d come up with to ask her for the discrimination case to dissolve my boner.

I took a deep breath as I left the elevator and turned into the associates’ large office, showing up at the cubicle I had approved at Anthony’s request for Tiffany, only to find the desk empty. There were the nerves again, tapping on the inside of my wrists, pounding my stomach as I stood there, all the words I’d planned to say lodged in my throat as I stared at her empty chair. My body grew hot as I felt stupid for being disappointed.

The thought that I’d come this far only to turn away forced me to face the truth that the only reason I was down there was because I’d wanted to see if she’d still have the heat in her eyes when I stood before her, to be able to see whether she’d been struggling all day like I had to keep her mind off our encounter.

No, it was improper for that to be the truth. It couldn’t have been. The rumblings in my body had to have everything to do with the fact that her lunch time should’ve been over fifteen minutes ago, yet she was not seated at her desk. It had to do with the fact that I wanted to see if she’d made progress on her research so I could have enough material to present a stronger case. I moved forward with a much better friend in emotion than insatiable hunger, anger.

After asking a few of her colleagues whether they’d noticed what time she stepped away from her desk, I found out that she’d gone to the filing room with Mario over an hour ago. Over an hour ago?! What was she doing in there with Mario when I gave her a task to complete? Whatever task Mario wanted her to complete for him should come second to mine, since I’d assigned this task to her first. Sure, I hadn’t given her a deadline, but I thought it was understood that I’d need an urgent response from her.

I stormed toward the filing room, ready to remind her who was paying her salary and why she should learn to prioritize my assignments first. I bust the door open and stormed forward, my blood pounding in my ears when I heard the most erotic sounds coming from somewhere in the filing room. Afraid the rest of my employees would hear what was happening and become distracted, I rushed toward the door again to lock it because whoever the hell that was making those sounds had been foolish enough to leave the damned door unlocked. I wondered if anyone else had walked in here before me and rumors were already spreading throughout the building.

My mind was no longer on Tiffany since I figured she probably left the filing room a long time ago and no one noticed. My mind was on whoever was disrespecting my office and their place of work. I stormed forward with every intention to fire whoever it was when I came upon the sight of three people, full on, stark naked as if they were in their bedroom and not at work.

I recognized those three people.

Blood rushed through my body, turning my brain into gas, causing a flood that begged a response from other parts of my body that I could not pay attention to because I couldn’t feel any parts of myself anymore. I watched Tiffany sobbing as she came from Anthony drilling her from behind and Mario sucking on her breasts and rubbing her clit, kissing her lips and neck.

I’d gotten my question answered. The question I had when I pleasured myself to thoughts of her and imagined what she’d look like when she came. Now I knew that she shook. Her body spasmed and her face tensed as if she was begging for more, crying at the thought of her pleasure coming to an end while needing it to stop short circuiting her. Her skin flushed red, so red you could see it most in the color of her face, her neck, and her nipples, from where I was standing.

I knew that she held on tight as though if she didn’t, her feet would leave the ground and she’d just float out of the room. I knew what she sounded like now and that her voice trembled, rattling from the impact of her body’s tremors. I knew her breaths came out in pants and her moans were throaty and high pitched. I knew her body moved like water, as if waves crashed through her, and I knew all that because I was standing in the file room of my building where all of us worked with a fucking full-fledged hard-on in my pants, watching her get fucked by my two other best friends who had the same reason not to fuck her as I did.

And they were all so naked. So sweaty. So breathy as if they’d been doing this for quite a long time. As if they weren’t at fucking work?! I felt dizzy and out of breath as I wondered when and how Mario and Anthony came to be having sex with our best friend’s sister, first of all, and next, what the hell they were thinking doing it in the middle of the file room, here of all places?!

Had they lost their minds? Had I? Was I dreaming or did I walk into an alternate universe?

When I could manage to find words to speak, they came out in a roar, loud enough to shake the room, and I was just glad that we were all hidden behind the file boxes which helped to suppress the sounds of them having a grand old time when I was outside.

Those boxes aided me now as I yelled, “What thefuckare you doing?!”

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