I shake my head, and his shoulders relax a little.
Fingers move my face in the other direction. Grayson is standing beside the chair. “You said you didn’t want to be in charge. Correct?”
I nod.
His fingers trace down my cheek. “Well, I’m saying you can take it. He’s going to make you come so hard around his cock. Just relax and let him in.”
I drag in a deep breath, forcing my muscles to relax. Warren presses deeper and deeper into me. Just when I think I can’t take any more, I feel his thighs press against my ass.
Warren groans behind me. I let out a whimper.
Realizing I’ve abandoned Tucker’s cock, I wrap my hand around the base. “Sorry,” I whisper, peeking up at him.
“Don’t be. Watching you take his cock is hot as fuck.”
I swirl my tongue around the head before starting to bob up and down, working in time with my hand.
Warren grips my hips as he starts to move in and out of me. His pace is gentle at first, but when I grind my ass back against him, he deepens his thrusts.
He starts hitting that magical spot within me. I moan even though my mouth is full.
Warren adjusts his angle slightly and starts slamming into me even harder. He’s so big, and the sensations are too much. I feel like I’m going to explode.
I realize again that I’ve stopped sucking Tucker. My hand is just gripping him. I try to say something, but I can’t with the way my body is barreling toward climax.
Fuck, I’m not very good at this.
“Want me to fuck your mouth, so you can just focus on how amazing you feel right now?” Tucker asks, gently caressing my cheek.
I nod against his hand, still unable to formulate words.
“Slap my leg if you need me to stop,” he says, then slides back into my open mouth. He weaves both hands into my hair and starts to do just as he said.
His first few thrusts into my mouth are shallow, testing my limits. Soon, his pace speeds up as he presses further between my waiting lips.
I let go completely, forgetting about everything I should be doing. I can only feel the fabric on the back of the chair rubbing against my breasts, and every point of contact these men have with my body.
I implode into a mess of ragged moans and quivering limbs.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Warren groans from behind me, his grip on my hips tightening. His thrusts start to get erratic.
“I’m going to come,” Tucker says. He tries to pull away, but I’m not having it. I dig my nails into the backs of his thighs to keep him in place.
“Oh, fuck… fuck yes,” he groans as his hot come hits the back of my throat. I swallow all of it down.
Warren tenses behind me, cursing under his breath. Warmth fills me from the inside as he comes. His arms wrap around me, his face buried in my neck.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he whispers.
Tucker swipes over my bottom lip with his thumb. “I agree,” he says.
Warren’s lips graze my neck before he pulls out of me. I can feel wetness dripping down my leg.
When I peek over my shoulder, Warren has already tucked himself back into his jeans and is grabbing a tissue from my desk.
He stares at the mess running out of me, and I get the feeling he really wants to leave it. With a sigh, he wipes me clean, tossing the tissue in the trash can.
“You’re mine now, love,” Grayson says a moment before I’m swept into his arms. My back thuds against the door, and my arms and legs wind tightly around him.
