Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8) Nicole Edwards (classic english novels TXT) 📖

Leaning forward, I took the swollen head between my lips, sucked him into my mouth. His body tensed immediately, his moans growing louder as I worked him with my lips and tongue. His chest muscles flexed, his abs, too, and I could see his muscular thighs were as tense as the rest of him. He would endure for as long as I wanted, which I tested for long minutes.

When I released him from my mouth, dropped my hand, there was no disappointed grunt. In fact, there was no sound at all. Corvin simply waited for what would come next.

“Join me,” I commanded, easing into the water and swimming away from him.

For the next half hour, that was what I did. I swam laps, trying to burn off some of the pent-up energy. Every so often, my gaze would swing up to the veranda, wondering if Braelyn was looking out her window, watching me. While I didn’t know her all that well, I sensed she was a voyeur. After all, I was aware she’d witnessed a couple of my encounters with my possessions. Neither time had she run away.

When I’d had my fill of nightly exercise, I hopped out, perching on the side, my feet dangling in the water. Corvin was instantly in front of me, a few feet away.

I motioned for him to stand between my legs, and he did without question.

“Tease me with your mouth.”

He stepped closer, his breath fanning the swollen head of my cock before he flicked it with his tongue. I moaned softly, never looking away as he began tormenting me. Every lap, every swipe of his tongue had my cock getting harder, thicker. Corvin was more forceful than the others, and I figured that had something to do with his own preferences. Still, he was world-class, like the others.

Long minutes passed as I let him lick and suck, enjoying his soft moans, his way of letting me know he enjoyed it as much as I did.

“Give me more.”

He indulged me, taking me into the heated cavern of his mouth, sucking me just the way I liked. He worked my dick with his tongue, applying the perfect amount of suction. When I slid my hand into his jet-black hair, gripping firmly, he paused, allowing me to control him. I pulled him in, pushing the head of my dick deep in his throat, holding it there, grunting from the hedonistic pleasure of controlling him.

Minutes ticked by as I used his mouth, fucking his face, rocking forward to drive as deep as I could.

“Suck hard,” I bit out.

When he did, I released his hair and he took over once more.

“Make me come. Now. Down your throat.”

His strangled groan sent vibrations through my shaft, right to my balls, driving me straight to the precipice and over. I exploded, lodged in his throat, jerking as my balls drained. And when I was finished, I relaxed for the first time that night.

Afterward, Corvin got out of the pool, brought me a towel, dried me off when I got to my feet. I draped the towel around my hips, tucked it in place to secure it, and turned my attention to Corvin.

“On the table,” I ordered.

Without question, he sat on top of the thick glass-topped table used for outdoor dining, reclining, his cock iron hard and eager.

“Make yourself come.”

While I finished the rest of my drink, I observed the way his big hand stroked his turgid flesh, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes locked on my face. He got off on me watching him, and I was more than happy to oblige.

“Now,” I commanded, my voice low, stern.

Corvin groaned long and low, his cock jerking in his fist, cum spurting onto his chest and stomach. My cock had already hardened again, but I ignored it. The damn thing was insatiable, and right now, as much as I wanted to flip Corvin over and drive deep into his tight, hot ass, I needed to refrain.

A few minutes later, I headed into the house, excusing Corvin for the night, sending him to his private space, where he could tend to his own needs again if necessary. Once was usually not enough for Corvin. But I knew him. Corvin wouldn’t indulge although there were no restrictions on the seven of them when they were on their own time, the few hours they were given at night. The only rule was they had to be ready for me at any given time. And they had to satisfy me.

Regardless of what I asked for.

SIXTEEN

Saturday, January 2, 2021

TALON

Last night, after having dinner and engaging in some rather inspirational entertainment with Braelyn, then taking the edge off with Corvin, it had taken every ounce of willpower I possessed to not go to her.

After returning to my room, the only thing I’d wanted was to return to her room, to defile her in the most primal ways, resulting in my body sinking into her wet, silky heat for hours on end. After that, I would’ve been content with sliding in bed and holding her for the rest of the night—something I’d never had the desire to do.

Yet somehow I managed to stay away.

Having indulged with Corvin hadn’t done anything to sate the ridiculous urge, but I imagine it had lessened the sting I would’ve experienced this morning. While I could’ve indulged for a few more hours, I chose to do something I hadn’t done in years: go to bed unsatisfied.

Of course, that meant waking unsatisfied, but no one ever said life would be easy, I figured.

Now, as I stepped out of the bathroom, showered, shaved, and dressed for the day, I noticed Auberon had brought in a rolling cart containing the clothing I’d ordered for Braelyn during the trip from Chicago. Ari was also there, standing near the door, awaiting my instructions as was his job today.

I took a moment to peruse the handful of items, moving them around to my liking, then separating three outfits