Sloan

 

Both my hands wrap around the edge of his big desk as I bend beneath his weight. Bastian presses into me hard, kissing me so savagely his teeth draw blood. He licks it away and groans when I bite back at his lip.

“Waited five fucking years to taste those words from that mouth. Tell me again with my fingers making you come.” Whimpering as his fingers spread me open and sink deep; I twist to stare back into his eyes and obey.

“I love you, Bastian. I want to be yours and I want London to be mine. I want to love you both. Now, I want to love just you. Here, however you want me.” Bastian moans and licks my mouth, thumb strumming at my clit.

Bent over the side of his desk Bastian is behind me twisting my upper half to his will. Kisses bruise my lips before he lifts away just enough to watch my eyes. To watch me bloom beneath his touch as his thick fingers dive inside me and twist me up.

“Fuck. Love you so goddamn much, Sloan. Crazy, stupid, reckless love. Five years. Loved you almost every minute for five years. Waited because I never wanted you to think your place here had a thing to do with how I felt. Can’t wait anymore. I love you Sloan. Want to make you mine.” I shudder as he rolls his hips into me before taking my mouth in a brutal kiss.

Between my legs aches as he pumps his fingers and circles his thumb at my clit, making me pant into his mouth. I claw at the desk as he licks a kiss into my mouth and bites my lip, growling my name. Bastian breaks away to shove a hand at my back, flattening me to the desk.

“Be good for me, yeah? Let me take what’s mine.” Raspy and rough his voice is full of need I intend to fulfill however he demands.

Bastian cracks my cheek once again and a spark of heat shoots right to my clit. Looking back, I watch as his blue eyes turn midnight as he strokes himself through his slacks. Jesus, that’s a sight to watch.

“Tell me you will be good for me and let me take my fill of you, baby. Need to hear it.” I jump as he slaps my ass again, watching it bounce as it goes pink.

“Yes! Yes, I will be good for you, Bastian.” He grunts and tips his head back, unzipping his pants. I whimper as I twist, wanting to see him. He refuses, slapping my other cheek before his hand skims up to grab my hair.

“Good, baby. Spread those thighs for me, show me that pretty pussy.” Arching over his desk—something I’ve imagined a million times—I do as I’m told.

Thighs slick with arousal spread wide as I open myself up to him. A growling groan tears out of his chest as his hands cup my hips to shove me open more. Glancing over my shoulder, I feel fire dripping from my veins as he watches me with lust smoked eyes.

Fuck, how is this my life?

“Fuck you are beautiful. Moment I laid eyes on you Sloan—I knew you’d be mine someday. Today you become mine.” Moaning as he presses his heavy cock between my cheeks, I nod numbly.

Bastian drops to his knees and I gasp when he licks my folds with a slow swirl of his wicked tongue. Reaching back, I tangle my fingers in his thick hair as my hips shove my pussy back to his mouth.

Groaning, he slurps at me and I flush at how crude it sounds. Both his big hands grab my cheeks and spread me more, his eyes watching me. Plunging his tongue deep inside me, he fucks me with slow, deep strokes of it.

“Taste so damn good. Sweet like the red wine you love,” Bastian hums against my heat and I tug at his hair, grinding into his mouth, “Want to drown in your sweet pussy. Fuck. Goddamn delicious.” I buck beneath his skilled mouth and scream when he sucks my clit into his mouth and bites hard.

“Bastian! Oh god!!” Shaking thighs barely hold me up when he slips his thumbs into my backside and spears his tongue inside me.

“Say you love me. Say you belong to me.” Nodding, I rock against the desk, tits scraping his leather blotter as I chase my orgasm.

“I love you, Bastian. And I do belong to you.” Bastian is gone and I cry out at the loss.

“Not just me. I need to share you, don’t I, baby? Open that mouth for me.” Twisting my head on the desk, I frown up at him even as I pop my mouth open.

“Do you not want to share me, Bastian?” Looking in to his eyes I’m stunned by the possessive gleam I see there.

“No, I do not want to share you. I want you to belong to like I belong to you. I won’t lie though—makes my dick hard to think about watching you fuck London while I fuck you. Take the dick you made hard in that pretty mouth, be a good girl and suck me down.” Moaning as I realize his cock is out, I lift up enough to admire it.

Thick and long, it’s wide and veiny and I pop my mouth open wider to fit him. Bastian grunts as he pushes his hips forward, shoving inside my mouth. We both moan as he slides deep, his hand tangling in my hair as his hips start to pump.

Dreamt about tasting him for years and those dreams hardly did reality justice. He smells sweet but musky as I swirl my tongue around his fat head, sucking until my cheeks hollow out. Bastian begins to thrust wildly, fucking my face.

“Goddamn gorgeous choking on my cock, baby. Want you to swallow me deep almost as bad as I want to sink my seed inside you. Fuck. Fuck. Jesus, Sloan,” His fingers are at my pussy again and he grunts when he finds me dripping all over them, “You love sucking my cock? Dreamt about it the same way I dreamt about eating that sweet cunt, did you?” I nod with him still thrusting into my mouth and he hisses when I shove my tongue out to lick his sac.

“Oh fuck. You fucking filthy minx. Jesus. Don’t you make me come with that sexy mouth. I want in that pussy first.” I revel in watching him lose control, watching him become carnal. Because of me.

Bastian slips from my mouth and lifts me from the desk with the fist in my hair. It stings but I welcome it and realize I want to obey whatever he wants, do whatever he desires. I have always run things between London and I but I want to give control over to him.

“Take that dress off. Want you bare. I want to see every inch of you when I make you mine.” My dress pools at my feet before he finishes. Bastian takes my mouth in a surprisingly sweet kiss and I melt into it and him and this entire madness that is suddenly my life.

“I love you, baby,” Bastian murmurs into my mouth as he lifts me atop his desk again, “More every single day. Fuck, I want you so bad, Sloan. Lie back for me.” Bastian undoes his shirt and shoves his pants to his hips and I reach for his cock, both of us grunting as I wrap my hands around him.

“I love you, Bastian. I never thought... I dreamed it but never thought this could be my life.” Skimming his hands over my shoulders and down my sides, he shoves me back on his desk.

“It is our life now. You are going to be my fucking life. We will figure out how the three of us can work, Sloan. I won’t deny you.” Bastian lowers his head and kisses a fiery path down my neck, shoulder, over my breasts and down to my side. I wince as he watches my eyes, trailing his lips slowly over my scars just as London had.

“Don’t... don’t...” A new heat burns between my legs as I watch him lick at the scars with those eyes on me.

“I love every inch of you, Sloan. Every dip and curve, every freckle and scar. It is all perfect and beautiful to me.” I shudder as a gush of need floods my thighs. Bastian bends to trace every inch of my scars with his lips and he stops only when he closes his mouth around my pussy. Just as I edge an orgasm though, he lifts away.

Hooking a hand around my neck and the other beneath my bottom, he drags me to the edge of the desk. Lips against mine, he shoves between my thighs and holds my eyes. And slowly, inch by thick long, thick inch, he shoves inside me.

“Oh... yes... Bastian. Yes!” I drag his name out as he fills me deep and slow.

“Oh baby. Fuck. Knew it would be heaven getting inside you. Fuck it’s so... so perfectly tight. Fit just for my cock. Christ, Sloan. I don’t want to move it feels so good.” I shake my head and rock my hips, urging him to move. I need him to move.

Bastian obeys, taking my mouth and the rest of me all at the same time. He thrusts slow at first, filling his hands with my tits, rubbing at the nipples, grunting with each slide in and out. I edge an orgasm so fast I clutch at him with my legs at his hips and scream his name before remembering we’re at the office. 

“You give me those sounds. I earned those sexy fucking sounds, baby.” Bastian demands as my orgasm tears through me.

“Yes. Yes, Bastian. Fuck me. Make me come again. While you come inside me.” Neither of us bothered to talk about condoms or protection but I don’t care.

“Fuck yes. You want my cum, baby? Waited five years for me to fill your pussy up? Fuck. Going to drown your pussy with cum, baby.” His filthy words send me off again and I claw at his chest as I drag him against me.

“Goddamn,” Bastian grunts as he pumps harder, faster, shaking the entire desk, “Greedy pussy wants every last drop, yeah? Fucking every drop right into this perfect cunt. I love to feel you cum on my cock and choke the fuck out of it.” Dipping his head, he bites at my lips and roars my name as he comes hard, both of us shaking with release.

Collapsing on the desk, he pumps his hips a few times and I feel our sticky mess spill out of me. Mouths and bodies fused, neither of us seem to care. Once we can breathe again, Bastian breaks away and peppers kisses all over my damp skin.

Shoving his still hard dick into his slacks, he bends to gather my panties. Pulling them up my legs, he pats them over my cum-filled pussy and grunts. Fisting my hair in his hand, he growls rough words that almost make me come again.

“Want to watch London lick that pussy clean tonight. Clean me out of you so I can fill you right back up with my cum. Go home and don’t you dare clean up. I will be there in an hour.” Bastian kisses me again, cradling me close as I rub against him, sated in ways I never knew possible.

“I love you, Bastian. I want you to love her too. Not the way you love me,” I frown because I know how selfish I’m being but I don’t care, “But I do want you to love her. I have loved you both for so long. Dared myself to embrace myself and what I felt for both of you this year.” Bastian laughs and smacks my ass as he shakes his head.

“Sounds like a double dare did right by you, baby. I will love London because she loves you. It won’t be easy. I am madly in love with you after all. But, I always kind of had to share you with her, anyway.” I press closer to kiss at his lips, his jaw, his neck, bite and nip and moan when he lifts me against him.

“How is this my fucking life now?” I giggle and he slaps my ass again, grunting as he adjusts himself.

“Oh, baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” Bastian kisses me again then hands me my dress and helps me slip it back on.

We linger for a while talking about the promotion and how to be discreet about us. And we kiss a lot. And moon at each other and laugh and touch. And I realize why he didn’t want me to treat him different the other day.

Because we were always like this. Without the cum dripping down my thigh and his hand stroking his cock. We always laughed and touched and flirted. Because I couldn’t embrace my flaws, could not get right with them—I never dared to dream it could mean something.

Once I got past my own bullshit, once I looked in the mirror and told myself I was someone worthy of being loved, it’s like a switch flipped.

Now I have a chance at everything I ever wanted.

Because I dared to ask for it.