Page 64 of F*ck Steal Kill

“That’s pretty close to romance, Temptress,” Quentin teased, lifting her and flipping her around to her knees before she could protest. I didn’t miss how she was propped on his lap more than anything, his need to care for her riding him the hardest.

I moved over, kicking my sweats completely off in the process. Holland didn’t get a chance to respond as Q sank his dick back into her. A long moan filled the room, followed by their skin slapping. Her lips wrapped around my cock a moment later, and I lost track of time as she proceeded to give me the best blow job I’d ever had.

Her tongue ran up the length flat before swirling around the tip, sucking out the drops of pre-cum. She hollowed her cheeks as she went back down, taking me further down her throat. I could feel her fluttering around me before she pulled back and repeated it all over again.

“I’m so close,” she moaned, stroking the base before she took me back into her mouth.

“Max?” Quentin asked, his eyes searing into mine over our girl’s backside.

I nodded, words unable to form in my mouth. I gripped Holland’s head, just needing something to ground me before I spilled down her throat.

When she moaned around my dick, I couldn’t stop myself from coming either. Liquid spurts shot out, hitting her throat as my cum filled her. My eyes fluttered closed as I held my hips up, my ass cheeks clenched as all the blood rushed to my cock. Tingles raced up my spine as the most cum I’d ever unloaded continued spilling.

Wiping it from the corner of her mouth, I felt my cock twitch as I watched her lick her lips, taking my thumb with a bead of cum on it and sucking it. Quentin roared then, his orgasm overtaking him as he stilled in her as she came again.

Heavy panting filled the room as we tried to get blood back to the right areas, our bodies languid and sated as the orgasm high-filled us. Glancing up, I froze as I spotted Grady standing at the adjoining door, his hands braced atop the frame as he leaned in, a massive tent in his pants.

His eyes were fixated on Holland’s naked body, the lust and desire so apparent as he openly stared. Holland noticed my gaze and tilted her head toward him, not reacting how I envisioned. Brazen as ever, she smirked at our grouchy leader as she withdrew from Q’s cock and sat back against the bed.

“Typically, I wear more clothes for team meetings, but I’m game to shake things up if you are. Go ahead. Pitch that tent in your pants so you match the rest of us.”

Snorting, I couldn’t even be embarrassed that my boss and closest friend had seen my girlfriend deepthroat me as her other boyfriend railed into her from behind. Or that my flaccid cock was still out, sticky with Holland’s spit and my cum.

Quentin, as sure as shit, didn’t care, lounging back on the bed once he threw away the condom I hadn’t even seen him put on. He crossed his ankles and arms behind his head, staring at Grady while waiting for the man in question to respond. Taking a page from his book, I scooted back next to them, my cheeks only slightly red from embarrassment as I forced myself not to cover up.

Grady blinked, coming to his senses as everything trickled through his head.

“I’ll just grab some breakfast and be back in thirty. Be dressed. This isn’t a nudist colony or naked day at the office.”

He cleared his throat, his eyes betraying his words as he dragged them over her again before spinning and shutting the door behind him. We could hear him curse behind the door as he leaned back against it, thumping his head as he groaned.

“How much to say he strokes one out before donuts?” Holland asked, chuckling.

“I’ll bet you another orgasm that he manages to hold out. The man’s so tightly wound, he asks Jackson for permission to shit,” Q harped.

“Exactly my point. I’m pushing him over the edge. Just wait.”

“As much as I believe in your pussy powers, I know Grady,” Q argued just as a loud moan echoed under the door.

“Hmm, what were you saying about orgasms?” she asked, sliding off the bed and heading to the shower. “I think I might want one in the shower.”

Q looked at me, his eyes wide, and motioned for me to check the cameras. It felt like a violation of his privacy, but considering he’d just watched us fuck, I guess that boundary was gone. Holland laughed harder as we clambered off the bed to the laptop. With a few clicks, I had his feed up, and the image was clear as day. Grady against the door, his head thrown back as he jacked himself into his fist.

“I’ll be damned,” Q whispered, his eyes lighting up as he met mine. He shut the laptop and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the bathroom. A lightness I wasn’t used to seeing radiated out of him as he bantered with Holland about the parameter of her orgasms.

Thirty minutes later, one orgasm for Holland, and a steamy shower for all three of us, we were dressed and waiting for Grady to treat us with donuts. Lacey and Joy knocked on our door a minute later, and I ushered them into our room just as Grady entered through the other with donuts and coffee.

He didn’t glance at anyone, his cheeks heating as he sat everything down.

“Okay, so here’s the plan,” he started, leaning back against the desk in full boss mode.

“Whoa, someone got over their man tantrum,” Lacey exclaimed, grabbing a chocolate donut.

“Definitely. That’s a face that’s had an orgasm,” Joy added, pointing to Grady. “Not to mention the room reeks of sex.”

“Not by me,” Holland chirped, making her friend’s heads turn.

“Oh, deets,” Joy said, jumping on the bed beside her.

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