The devil's advocate

Chapter 36 Eden

“So fucking good,” Damien rasps from his spot between my legs.

I’d agree, but I’m too far gone to speak. Hell, I can’t even move because the thing he’s doing with his tongue currently is…not of this world.

My legs shake as Damien continues devouring me like he’s been trapped in the desert and my pussy is the first drop of water he’s stumbled upon in years.

His talented tongue pushes against a spot that lights me up like the Fourth of July and I grip the edges of the couch.

“I’m so close,” I breathe, writhing against his face. “God, I’m so—”

“They want to know if they can move the—” Geoffrey starts to say before he turns pale, then pink, and finally, vibrant red, in under three seconds.

“My sincerest apologies.” He looks down. “I thought you were in here working. I won’t disturb you again.”

I fix my panties, covering myself as Damien, who looks like he wants to throttle poor Geoffrey, whips his head around to face him.

“What do you want?” he grunts as Geoffrey skedaddles to the door.

He freezes. “The party people are here to set up for the ball tomorrow night. They wanted to know if they could remove all the furniture from the living room again. They said you were angry with them for doing it last time, so they wanted me to get your permission.”

Damien sighs, clearly irritated. “I don’t care.”

“Very well.” Eyes still to the floor, he turns to face us. “My apologies again, sir.” He bows. “And miss.”

As usual, Geoffrey has nothing to apologize for. It’s not like Damien’s office door doesn’t have a lock. We just forgot to use it.

For the briefest of moments, the hardness in Damien’s expression eases up a bit. “It’s fine, Geoffrey.”

Geoffrey practically beams. It’s endearing how he holds Damien in such high regard.

And it goes both ways because even though Geoffrey’s petrified of him, I’ve never once heard Damien threaten to fire or hurt him.

“Have you ever…you know?” I ask Damien as Geoffrey walks out of the office.  

“Are you asking me if I’ve ever messed around with my servant?”

I nod.

His lips twitch. “I’ve let him partake in my extracurricular activities once or twice.”

I’m not mad. If anything, I’m intrigued.

“Call him back.” Leaning in, I whisper, “I want to know what it’s like.”

I won’t know if I’m into something or not until I experience it. And as nervous as I am, I can’t deny my curiosity.

“Geoffrey,” Damien barks. “Get back in here.”  

I crack a smile as I hear Geoffrey’s footsteps speed up. He sounds like a horse galloping toward the finish line.

“Yes, sir,” he says out of breath as he enters.

Damien stands. “Lock the door.”

Geoffrey’s Adam’s apple bobs as he does what Damien asked.

The energy in the room shifts the second the latch clicks. It’s a little darker…forbidden.

My heart speeds up.

Damien crooks a finger at him. “Come here.”

Geoffrey’s legs shake a little as he walks closer to us.

Feeling hesitant, I look at Damien. I don’t want Geoffrey to feel like he’s being forced to do something he doesn’t want to do, but Damien only smirks.

“He’s fine, Eden.” He starts circling Geoffrey like a vulture. “Aren’t you?”

“Absolutely, sir.”

Damien’s movements come to a halt behind him. “You saw Eden’s tits earlier. I’m curious what you think about them.” Geoffrey blows out a breath as Damien reaches around and walks his fingers down the front of the younger man’s jacket, stopping when he reaches the top of his pants. “And you better tell me the truth.” He tugs his zipper down. “Because I’ll know if you’re lying.”

Geoffrey’s ears turn pink. “They’re beautiful.”

My temperature creeps up a few notches when I notice the outline of Geoffrey’s dick getting thicker.

“Would you like to see them again?”

“Very much so.”

Damien’s gaze locks with mine. “Lower your nightgown, Eden. Show Geoffrey your beautiful tits.”  

Sitting up, I lower the straps of my black lacy nightie. My nipples pucker as their gazes drop to my chest, lust darkening both their expressions.

“They taste incredible,” Damien rasps in his ear as he undoes the button of Geoffrey’s slacks. “Every part of her does.”

My thighs clench, and I swear Geoffrey whimpers as his cock springs free and his pants hit the floor.

He’s not as long or thick as Damien is, but he’s not too shabby either. He’s definitely packing under that uniform he wears.

A strangled gasp erupts as Damien wraps his fist around Geoffrey’s length, giving it one long stroke from base to tip. “Just so we’re clear.” His gaze lingers on me. “My cock is the only one allowed inside her cunt. It’s mine. Cross me and—”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, sir,” Geoffrey utters. The reverence he has for Damien is practically bursting from his chest. “I understand the boundaries.”

My heart swells. Not only for how respectful Geoffrey is but from hearing Damien’s limit.

I feel the same way he does. I’m down to have fun and explore, but there are certain things I’d like to reserve for just the two of us.

Damien nips his earlobe. “Perhaps I should reward your obedience and let you taste Eden’s pussy.”

Geoffrey’s hands clench at his sides as his chest rises and falls. “Please, sir.”

Damien tilts Geoffrey’s chin toward him. “Have a taste.”

My pulse explodes when Damien opens his mouth and Geoffrey licks his tongue.

It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed.

“Oh, sweet mercy that’s good,” Geoffrey breathes, going back for more.

“Goddamn right it is,” Damien grinds out, catching Geoffrey’s bottom lip with his teeth. “You want more of my Eden?”

“Please,” Geoffrey whispers.

“Then beg me,” Damien growls, undoing his belt. “With your mouth.”

My breath catches when Geoffrey drops to his knees. “As you wish.”

I lean back and watch them, my insides tingling. A rush of heat flits through me when Damien yanks down the waistband of his boxers and his thick cock slaps against his stomach, hard and demanding. Geoffrey wastes no time shoving as much as he can into his mouth.

Damien’s hooded eyes find mine as his hand wraps around Geoffrey’s neck, forcing him to swallow until the tip of his nose brushes against the short, dark hairs at the base.

Jesus Christ. It’s so hot.

I run my fingers down the length of my body as Geoffrey’s cheeks hollow out and his head begins bobbing up and down, sucking Damien’s dick with such vigor, I’m liable to come soon.  

Groaning, Damien rasps, “Pull down those panties. Show me how much you enjoy this.”

I do one better. I peel both my nightgown and panties off, then part my thighs a fraction, giving him a little peek.

“Christ,” Damien grunts, his gaze smoldering. “Look at Eden teasing me with her pretty pussy.”

Geoffrey angles his head slightly and his eyes widen.

“Suck me harder,” Damien demands.

His servant takes him deeper, giving it everything he’s got.

My breathing escalates as Damien threads a hand through Geoffrey’s hair, pulling the short, blond strands taut through his fingers. “Good boy.”

Slurping and gagging sounds fill the space between us as Geoffrey’s movements accelerate. Damien’s muscles draw tight, his mouth parting with a groan as Geoffrey tugs on his balls before tonguing those, too.

“That’s enough. I need to save some for Eden.”