Page 33 of Disgrace

“Jason…” I cut her breathy plea short with a gruff cough. Her eyes widen, and she flashes a wicked smile that stretches her lips wide. Ah fuck, my balls feels like they are going to explode. I grip a little tighter and can’t help the groan that hits the back of my throat. Her eyes shine with mischief and understanding. “Sorry…Sir.” She drawls my moniker sensually from her mouth.

“You want me to tell you what I would let Will do to you? What I want to do you? And …” I pause to watch her body undulate with each slowly spoken word. Her hips tilt, and she grinds her arse into the mattress and pushes two fingers into her glistening core. “What we willbothdo to you.” She pulls her fingers out and sinks them back in slowly, swirling and twisting. She curls them at the knuckle and drags the wet tips back out and up, around her clit. I can see her thighs tense, and I watch enraptured as she sweeps small circles before sinking once more inside. I can feel my own cock wet with pre-cum, though not for long if my balls have any say in the matter.

“I want you to suck Will’s cock while I have my tongue buried inside you. I want to taste how wet that makes you.” I hum my own arousal, the sound gently rumbling from my chest. “I think that will make you drip down my chin don’t you, Sam? I think that would make you drip down to your tight little hole.” Her mouth drops as she sucks in a deep breath, her hand briefly leaving her core to squeeze and pump one of her breasts. She pinches her nipple and sighs, quickly replacing her fingers, which slide smoothly back inside. Her hips give a little jerk. She is holding her phone remarkably still considering the rapid beat of the pulse I can see jumping in her neck. Her body, unable to hold still for a moment more, begins to shake and her mouth parts to allow for little pants.

“Sir…please.” Her fingers pump wildly, the heel of her hand massaging her clit and her eyes are pinched shut.

“You need to be wet for us Sam,” I groan.

“Yes,” She’s breathless.

“Why Sam? Why do you need to be so wet?”

“Ah…Sir…please…” She shakes her head with frustration.

“Answer the question Sam,” I growl, low and demanding.

“So you can fuck me,” she gasps.

“Where?” I urge. She is so desperate, I can almost taste it.

“Everywhere.” She chokes out the almost silent words. Her face is flushed this gorgeous pink, and her chest rises and falls with rapid, shallow breaths. She looks stunning, so fucking hot.

“You want us both to fuck you, Sam?”

“Yes.” She nods, sucking in her bottom lip.

“You want my brother in your arse while I fuck you, Sam?” My cock swells in my fist when she screams my name.

“Oh, God…ah…Jason…ah!”

The screen blurs then goes black. All I can hear is muffled sounds indistinguishable from my own ragged breaths. I didn’t come, but fuck, I want to. That was the fucking sexiest thing. I may have to put some serious thought into that fantasy of hers. A few moments pass, and I am able to somewhat uncomfortably zip and button my trousers closed.

“Jason?” Her breathless voice and gorgeous face fills my screen. She bites her lip to suppress her grin, her pink cheeks glow and she looks a little shy.

“I’m here, beautiful.” Just me and my massive hard-on. “Feel better?”

“I do…much, thank you.” She sucks on the tip of her finger and it takes a second to register thatthatfinger has just been knuckle deep inside her. I twist as fresh blood surges back to my painful erection. I try to ignore the very erotic visual or I will never get to my meeting.

“You are most welcome. I consider it my most important job, to make you happy.”

“You do make me happy,” she whispers, her smile is bright but her eyes flash with something, not sure what though since it was too brief. Not sadness, but something.

“Ditto.” I search her expression, but whatever it was is gone and is replaced by genuine shock.

“Do I?”

“Really, you doubt it?” I shake my head, but her silence unnerves me. “Sam, you make me incredibly happy.” My tone is soft and serious.

“You didn’t come.” I must look both surprised and confused, but either way, I’m stuck for how to respond. She clarifies. “You have a look…after… and you… you don’t have that look.” She has pulled the covers to tuck around her, and I hate that I am not there to ease her insecurities.

“Not because I’m not happy. That’s crazy.” I tease lightly. “I didn’t finish because I’m at work and I don’t mix business with pleasure. Until just now, I haven’t so much as Googled the word porn while I’m at work.” I joke.

“So I’m a bad influence?” Her own laugh brightens her spirits.

“That you are, but you’remybad influence.” I add softly, “If I’m honest I’d much rather wait. When I come, I want to be inside you. It’s all I can think about. You are all I can think about.” Surely she knows this? Her underlying insecurities shock me more than any fantasy she could conjure up. She is the bravest, most honest and sexiest woman I know, how could she ever doubt that? Her lips curl into a shy smile at my words, and I get a warm hit to my chest at her evident joy. “You know there is nothing remotely satisfying about jerking off in an empty office,” I point out in all seriousness. She giggles.

“In that case I’ll make sure I’m hungry.” She exaggerates a long, slow, wet lick of her soft pull lips.

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