Sugar Daddies (33 page)

My breath was quick and raspy as Rick licked at my slit. I reached out my fingers and gripped the edge of the island, pressing my cheek to the marble as Rick dipped two fingers inside my pussy and twisted. I moaned when he found the spot, and he worked it, hard, so hard I thought I could pee. I doubt he’d have cared.

And then he stopped. He stopped and left me panting.

His hands gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide, and the air was cool, and I was exposed. I felt so fucking exposed.

I cried out as he licked me there.

Carl stepped towards me and put his fingers under my chin. He tipped my head up and his eyes were hungry and dark.

“Look at me,” he said.

I nodded.

I felt so bare, my eyes on Carl’s as Rick tongued my asshole. It was squirmy and tickly and absolutely fucking wonderful.

His fingers worked my clit as his tongue worked its way inside me, and my thighs were quivering so hard Rick shunted me forward so the island took more of my weight. It shunted my face right into Carl’s crotch. My lips pressed against the denim, and I could feel the shaft of him. He hissed under his breath and moved his hips and I nuzzled him.

I opened my mouth in invitation but kept my eyes on his.

Rick got to his feet, and reached to the side of me. I turned my head instinctively to see him pick up the olive oil, and my belly clenched.

Carl turned my face back to him. “Me,” he said. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you.”

“Yes,” I said.

He smoothed my hair and it felt nice, and so did the drizzle of oil in my ass crack. It tickled, and I gasped.

Rick’s fingers were warm. They rubbed the oil all over me, all the way round to my clit, and I
felt so slick, so slippery.

I heard his belt opening, and then his zipper, and the soft sound of his palm as he lubed himself up.

He pushed his thumb inside my ass and I gasped again.

And then I groaned.

Loud.

I fucking loved it.

I fucking wanted it.

“Dirty girl,” Carl whispered, and he was smiling.

I pushed back on Rick’s thumb. “Please,” I said. “More.”

“Don’t worry.” Rick’s voice was heavy. “You’ll get more, baby. So much more.”

He gave me more. Two fingers at least, and I sucked in my breath as they slid inside. He circled his knuckles, and I felt myself loosening, stretching, and it was dirty and fucking gorgeous.

Carl loosened his belt and I groaned.

“Yes,” I said. “Give it to me…”

I could only take the head and a bit. It was hard to fit him between my teeth, but I was getting better. I relaxed my jaw and he wrapped his fingers in my hair, held me tight as he thrust in further. He hit the back of my throat and I breathed through the gag reflex.

He groaned his pleasure.

“Relax,” he said. “Don’t fucking bite.”

I wondered what he was referring to, until Rick pulled his fingers from my ass. I felt empty and
open, and then I felt the thick head of him, pressing to my open hole.

Carl kept his cock in my mouth, and I squirmed a little, squeaked around his dick.

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” Rick
groaned, and then he pushed.

He pushed and grabbed at my hips and levered himself inside me as I tensed.

Oh my God, it was big. Oh my God, it was sore and tight and sharp. Oh my God, it felt so fucking good when he pushed all the way in.

I knew I loved anal. I fucking loved the way it felt.

I closed my eyes, sucked on Carl.

Squeaked again as Rick pulled out for another thrust.

“Your ass feels fucking divine,” he hissed. “Oh sweet fucking Christ.”

Carl’s dick twitched in my mouth. “Fuck her,” he said. “Fuck her, Rick, loosen that tight little hole.” His hands reached under me, slipped under my tits to pinch at my nipples.

He pushed into my throat until I retched.

“Good girl,” he rasped. “Suck me.”

I did suck. Sucked and moaned and writhed a little as Rick took my ass.

It hurt, and then it didn’t. It hurt until it didn’t hurt at all.

I spread my legs wider, pushed back at him, and he liked that.

“Fuck,” he laughed. “Fuck, Carl, look at our
sweet little Katie. She’s fucking loving it in the ass.”

“Something you’ve both got in common,” he said, and his words made my clit tingle.

He pulled out of my mouth and I panted. “Harder,” I said. “Fuck me hard, Rick.”

“My fucking pleasure,” he groaned and slammed in all the way.

Carl stepped aside, and then he left us. My heart dropped to see him walk away, but Rick just picked up pace. He pressed his hand to the back of my neck, held me firm. “Fuck me with your asshole,” he hissed. “Work it.”

I wriggled my hips, bucked back at him, cried out as his fingers wrapped under my thigh to strum at my clit.

And then Carl came back, with one of those floor standing mirrors. He positioned it in front of me, checking out the view from my angle.

I saw Rick’s face, saw his smile, the lust there. It set me on fucking fire.

I met his eyes and I begged him for more, begged him for harder, begged him
to fuck my fucking ass, and I didn’t care how dirty it felt, I wanted it all.

My eyes widened as Carl appeared behind the both of us. I caught sight of him in the mirror and so did Rick, and Rick jolted in shock as Carl pushed him forwards.

Rick’s weight pushed down on me, and it felt good. His chest pressed against my back, and he moved from his hips, circling and grinding while I groaned under him. I watched Carl’s eyes as he tugged at Rick’s jeans. I felt them come down, the denim rough against my bare thighs.

“Fuck,” Rick hissed, right in my ear.

Carl picked up the olive oil, and he dribbled it from high. Rick kept fucking, kept pumping me, but he was groaning.

“Yes,” he grunted. “Fuck me, Carl. Fuck my ass.”

I saw Carl’s arm pistoning, and Rick cried out, his body tense against my back, and he went still, his cock deep in my ass, and Christ it was heaven.

Carl shifted position, tipping his head back as he pressed up
against Rick, and I felt the extra weight, the extra pressure.

It felt amazing. It felt dirty and delicious to be pinned so tightly under two.

Rick cried out as Carl pushed inside, and I felt it, I felt his pain. His mouth was hot against my neck, his breath ragged. He clenched his teeth for the second push, and I felt that one, too.

And then Carl fucked Rick, hard and deep as he grunted and groaned. Hard and deep as his balls
slapped against Rick’s underneath him, and Rick’s balls slapped against me. I could hear it all.

Carl fucked Rick and Rick fucked me, and the image in the mirror was amazing.

And we all groaned and grunted and bucked and writhed and breathed in jagged breaths.

My God, it was everything.

Carl took Rick’s hair in one hand and mine in the other, and he met our eyes in the mirror.

He smiled a dirty smile, and Rick smiled one too, and I laughed, delirious, gritting my teeth and then begging for more.

Rick gave me more. He fucked himself hard on Carl’s dick as he fucked me, and his cock tightened, started twitching. I felt the strain in his breath.

“Gonna come,” he said. “I’m gonna come, Carl.”

Carl grunted.

“Fuck, Carl, I’m gonna fucking come!”

Carl’s hips slapped harder, faster. He closed his eyes.

“Come,” he groaned. “Now…”

And I felt them, I felt them both. Spasming and thrusting and losing their fucking mind. Carl emptied his balls into Rick as Rick emptied his into me, and it was beautiful.

It was so fucking beautiful.

A pile of heaving, hot bodies, and I was sweating and breathless, pinned to hard marble, but I never wanted them to move.

I didn’t want to be released.

Not now, not in six months.

Not ever.

“Relax,” I said. I reached over to the passenger seat and angled Katie’s back until her shoulders were mine for the grasping. She was tense, her muscles knotty under her suit jacket. She hunched as I worked my fingers, and then she exhaled, loosened up a little. “It’s your first calling week. It takes time to find your feet.”

“I just want to do well,” she said.

Maybe that’s all it was. Maybe the niggle in my gut was wrong, and Katie was just all in with the training programme. Maybe there was a tough little saleswoman deep inside Katie that craved the thrill of the chase and close, and this had nothing to do with pitting herself against her snotty sister.

I got it. Hell, I fucking got it. Sales is a performance-based career, and the pressure builds and fills you up. I’d always been ambitious, consumed by the fire of topping the leaderboard, bringing in bigger deals, better deals, more impressive clients.

But Katie seemed different these past few days. The carefree girl who’d rocked up at ours with that breezy countryside smile on her face wasn’t the one sitting in my car. This Katie was steely and resolute, consumed by the desire to win.

She was changing before my eyes, sacrificing stable visits to listen through her call recordings and pick holes in her performance.

I want to improve,
she’d say.
What’s the point in giving less than your all? What’s the point in not striving for the top of the pile?

I got that, too.

Still, despite the kinship, I couldn’t help feeling a sense of loss for her somehow, a tainting of innocence. I couldn’t shake the feeling that my training programme had stolen the sparkle of sunshine from her eyes and replaced it with grit and embers.

Katie wasn’t the only one affected. The atmosphere in the training suite was tense enough to blow. Everyone had some measure of fire in their belly, everyone was chasing the win.

Even Verity.
Especially
Verity.

Whatever words David had shared with his little princess had done the job. She’d been quiet and compliant in the aftermath, her eye on the ball. Grit and embers, another one.

I’m all for healthy competition, but this felt deeper, verging on the unpleasant.

“Today’s the day,” Katie said. “I want a tick by my name on that leaderboard. Katie Serena Smith, ten points, top of the class.”

“And Verity none? Am I right?”

She shrugged. “Why should I care what Verity does?”

I didn’t need to see her face to know she did care. “Forget about the tick on the leaderboard,” I said. “Just focus on the person at the end of the line. Ask the right questions, have a conversation. That’s all you need to do.”

She nodded. “Sure thing, boss.”

“That’s my girl.”

I gave her shoulders a final squeeze and she opened the car door, flashed me a smile.

“Today’s the day,” she said again. “I can feel it.”

It turned out it was Ryan, my early bet, who put the first tick up on the leaderboard. He made a cracking call mid-morning, the right pitch at the right time to a frustrated tech director looking for greater business insight. His face was a picture, pure bliss as he took the winner’s walk up to the whiteboard and made that tick next to his name. I was pleased for him. A young kid at home, his first real shot at a career above minimum wage. I shook his hand and gave him a pat on the back, and the lad looked like he could cry.