CHAPTER 2

LACY

Coffee eyes doesn’t blink, but his lips curve slightly. I have the sudden urge to get on my knees.

Snap out of it, Lacy!

I fold my arms. “Say something, or I'll walk out of here.”

They'd presented an offer through our official site (in that site, we sell house furniture), and they discussed it with me via my secretary for 3 days until I signed.

I remember every bit of information clearly. It said two fucking men. Not three. I may be known as a sex vixen, but I've never fucked more than two men.

The guy on his knees stops sucking, releasing the hard cock with a pop. Green eyes grunts in disapproval, but the guy turns to me.

Fuck my life.

He has the prettiest blue eyes I’ve seen. I clench my pussy, afraid I’ll start leaking on the ground.

“Can I talk to her? Please, sir?” He asks, eyes on Coffee's and not on Green. Hm. Interesting. It seems Coffee is the leader here.

“Fine,” Coffee grunts. The smile on Blue's face gives me fucking butterflies. Because he’s so fucking pretty.

Green is the largest of the three. Just a few tanned muscles shy from a Bodybuilder’s. He’s clearly due for a haircut, but the long brown strands do it for him. He looks like he could spin me around with one hand.

Which is crazy because I’m heavy. Soft and sexy with a lot of skin.

Coffee is extremely muscular, too, though lean. His black hair is cut extremely low and coiled atop his head. Beautiful tanned skin and eyes that are an exotic brown.

Blue...blue has skin so fair I’m certain it blossoms like mine. He doesn’t have a lot of muscles, but he’s toned. He works out like the other two, except he must shy away from the sun because there’s no drop of tan or melanin on him. His blonde hair is perfectly cut, though rough from Green’s hands. There’s a golden dot on his nose. A nose ring that I could swear is real gold.

Two other golden rings adorn his ears, but the prettiest thing about him is his voice.

“They were supposed to come alone, but I begged them to let me tag along. Please, Madame. I won’t touch you, just please, let me stay.”

His voice is soft and sultry. Made purely for sex. His eyes glimmer as they meet mine and my lips part. My knees weaken. He knows what he’s doing. He fucking knows.

“We’ve wasted too much time already, and my cock is so hard it could explode any minute. So, Madame X, get on your pretty pink knees and crawl to me.”

It’s Coffee that speaks, and I swallow.

“The contract...” I trail off. He’s right. This is pointless. With any other staff, I would enforce the terms of the contract, but I can take them.

I hope.

So I make sure I have their eyes on me as I push my jacket to the ground. I make sure to catch their collective sharp inhales as they devour my skin with their eyes. None of them linger on my scar, but I wouldn’t mind if they did.

I fall to my knees as gracefully as I can. But I’m just being careful. Years of being on my knees constantly has taken a toll on the bone. And I don’t wish to visit the Physiotherapist ever again.

I place my hands on the cold floor and crawl.

“Fuck.” I don’t know who says it, but that’s not important. My breasts jiggle as I move, as I trap Coffee’s eyes. Their names were in the contract, but I cannot for the life of me remember shit.

I’m what I like to call thick. Full breasts, soft stomach, full hips, fuller ass. Everything jiggles when I move. And their eyes hungrily follow. When I get to the middle of Coffee’s legs, a whimper comes from Blue.

I ensure to meet his eyes when I take Coffee’s cock from his hand using my mouth. He curses, jerks, precum spills on my tongue.

Fuck. I love it when a man’s cock leaks. For me.

I keep my eyes on Blue as I take Coffee as deep as I can. His cock is large so my cheeks hurt and my eyes water, but I trap his gaze still. Suddenly, Coffee jerks up and his cock slams against my throat. I cough and pull back with a glare.

His eyes are hot and dilated as he stares down at me. “If you’re sucking my cock, you keep your eyes on me,” he says so low it could be a growl. My nipples tighten, fluid drips out of me.

I’ve met men like him. So many “dominant” men. But only a few have been able to make me truly feel pleasure.

Yet, his words alone might just make me cum.

“You slut. Always stealing their fucking attention. Come here,” Green grumbles, and next I hear shuffling and a gag.

I wish I could look, but my eyes stay on Coffee’s.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I ask softly, in my sex voice.

He pulls my mouth back to his throbbing cock. “That’s what I’m here for.”

I give his tip a long lick. My reward comes in a deep groan.

“Please,” I whisper, looking up at him. I would bat my lashes, but I doubt that’d do it for a man like him. “Fuck me rough and hard.”

“You fucking—” he growls and lifts me up roughly. I’m in a daze when it happens. My panties are torn and pulled away, and I’m thrown across his lap like I weigh nothing.

Fuck. It seems he, too, could lift me with one hand.

I suspect it’s coming, but nothing prepares me for the force of the three consecutive slaps he lands on my ass.

The pain that floods me pushes into my pussy, pleasure like nothing before taking the air from my lungs.

“You don’t tell me how to fuck you, Lacy Maroney. You stay like a good girl and take what I give you.”

I want to tense up at the fact that he knows my real name when nobody does, but—

I wish I’m lying. I really wish I was. But when he lands a fourth slap on my ass, I twist and cum so hard I see nothing, hear nothing but the sound of my blood rushing and the sound of my scream.

Oh my fucking—