The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub(11)

He murmured, “There are cameras littered throughout the mansion. Frederique thought you may be lost and let me know.”

“Oh.” That was the only word she seemed to be able to say coherently. The heat of him seeped into her, and she gasped when he ground his erection into her. God, he was certainly big, everywhere.

“I’m going to kiss you, querida.” His words were commanding and final, low and heated, and what she should have said was no, that this was a very bad idea, but words failed her. A smirk crossed his face, and he started to lower his head. At the last minute common sense slammed into her. A hand on his chest stopped him.

“Wait.” One of his dark brows cocked in question. “This isn’t a good idea.” Even she could hear how empty her words were.

“Darling, I think this is one of the best fucking ideas I’ve had in a while.” He lowered his head further, and she pressed her palm harder on his chest. Even through the material she felt his defined muscles.

“You’re in a relationship with Mr. Moore.” That had him moving his head back from her. The corner of his mouth lifted.

“Yes, I am.”

Okay, so maybe now he would realize how bad an idea this was. She wasn’t in the business of being a home-wrecker, and currently was not into doing things with someone who was involved with another.

“So you can see how bad this really is?” She went to move away, but he kept her immobile with his hand on her lower back. His erection was still going strong, and her traitorous body grew wetter.

“You can’t be that naive, querida.” He lowered his head, but right before their lips touched he moved his mouth to her ear. “I’m not the only one that thinks this is the best fucking idea.” Before she could question him he had her turned around so her back now pressed to his chest. His cock dug into her from behind, and a gasp left her before she could catch herself. Dietrich stood just inside the doorway. His body was propped up against the doorframe, and his hands were shoved in the front pockets of his sharp suit jacket. How long had he been standing there? She hadn’t seen him when she turned to leave just moments before. Had he heard what she said? Had he seen their almost kiss? Blythe was frozen as she stared at him. He didn’t move from his spot, not even when Stellan started running his hands down her sides, over her belly, and stopped right above the spot between her legs that was soaked at this point.

“Do you like when he touches you?” Dietrich’s voice was deceptively soft. Was he angry? He couldn’t be, not with the way he watched them, and made no move to stop what Stellan did. She opened her mouth to respond when his words cut her off. “Don’t lie to me either.” The words were sharp and cold, like the blade of a knife. God, that had been what she was going to do. Lie right through her fucking teeth. Stellan’s breath teased her ear, and she tried to stop the shiver that moved through her whole body. She failed miserably.

“Answer him, Blythe.” Stellan’s voice had her nipples beading to the point she feared they’d be visible through her dress.

“Yes, I like it.”

Dietrich’s jaw tightened. “Yes, you like it, what?” For a moment she had no idea what he was talking about, but the steely look on his face told her everything she needed to know.

“Yes, I like it when Stellan touches me, Mr. Moore.” Stellan all but purred behind her, and another shocked sound came from her when she felt his shaft jerk against her back.

“Don’t let me stop you two from continuing.” Dietrich sounded almost bored with the proceeding, but when Blythe let her eyes travel down his big body, she could see the evidence of how much he actually enjoyed it pressing against the fly of his pants. She was turned around, and Stellan wrapped his muscular arms around her. She felt so small in comparison. Her eyes fluttered when he used his big hand to cup her chin. The width took up the entire bottom half of her jaw.

Stellan’s jaw clenched. “Ask me for it.”

Oh my God. What is going on? What are they doing to me? What am I doing to myself? Was Blythe actually going to let herself go there? As she looked into the mesmerizing blue eyes of Stellan Alfonso, she knew that she was lost. The arousal in her was just too strong. Maybe she’d regret this, but at the moment it was the only thing she wanted to do. There was no way she would let herself think about what repercussions that could entail.

“Look at me.” Stellan’s hard, deep words filled her. These men made her so off-kilter. She honestly didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. “I will not ask you again.” She opened her eyes. Something inside of her melted for both of them. She didn’t want to disobey them, and pleasing them brought her pleasure.

“I want you to kiss me.” There, she had done it, had said the words that would either make everything gloriously better, or terribly worse.

“Yeah, I know you do.” Stellan’s voice dropped lower. “I was wondering when you’d stop trying to convince yourself otherwise.” Before she could respond his mouth was on hers and he was kissing her with bruising efficiency. The only thing Blythe could do was hold onto his shoulders and let him devour her. The taste of him filled her mouth. It was sweet and tangy, and the flavor was like the wine she had sipped earlier. Feeling a bit braver with her attraction she pressed her tongue to his, trying to show him that she, too, could take control. That lasted all of one second because Stellan was right back to taking her mouth like he owned it. If that’s what he wanted, who in the hell was she to deny him?

Fiery heat covered her back, and she knew Dietrich behind her. He didn’t touch her, but his breath moved the tendrils of hair by her neck. She felt his lips at the shell of her ear, not moving, just slightly pressed against it. She went to break the kiss, but Stellan still had a firm grip on her chin and kept her immobile as he moved his tongue and lips against hers possessively.

“He taste good doesn’t he, Blythe.” Dietrich didn’t phrase it like a question, but she couldn’t have answered anyway. Stellan was relentless in his onslaught against her lips. Her panties were soaked, her clit was swollen, and she ached to be filled. She had never done something so wanton before. Here was a virtual stranger, one who clearly slept with her boss, and the man she lusted after. All she could think about was being between them, letting them have their way with her, and submitting fully. Dietrich moved his mouth away from her ear and down to her pulse that beat frantically at the side of her neck. His lips moved softly when he said, “Every inch of him tastes good, Miss Winters.”

Stellan groaned against her mouth and used his hand on her chin to tilt her head more to the side so he could kiss her deeper. Dietrich stepped closer to her, and she felt the tell-tale sign of his erection just barely pressing against her lower back.

Oh, for everything that is holy. Here she was, sandwiched between the two men who had kept her body and thoughts wrapped in a tight hold. They were hard, for her. Blythe couldn’t get enough air into her lungs and broke the kiss, but she knew Stellan allowed her to break away. He kissed a path of liquid fire down her throat. His teeth gently scraped up and down her neck, and she let her head loll back and onto Dietrich’s shoulder. Her boss hadn’t touched her, not really, but just the feel of him so close to her and of Stellan taking her to new heights, was enough to undo her completely. With her eyes closed all she could do was feel what they did to her, but that didn’t seem to be enough for them. With both of Stellan’s hands on her body she knew it was Dietrich who grabbed her hand and moved it until her palm connected with Stellan’s erection. Stellan let out a gruff groan while Dietrich breathed heavily against her neck. He kept his hand over hers and rubbed Stellan through his slacks. Stellan pushed his hips forward and into her palm.

“Does it feel good, querida?”

Blythe couldn’t think clearly, let alone answer.

“Answer him, pet.” Dietrich emphasized his words with a gentle scrape of his teeth over the side of her throat. Blythe didn’t want to think too hard on being called that by Dietrich.

“Yes … God, yes, it feels so good.” She practically moaned the words out, but she was far from embarrassed. Curling her fingers further into Stellan’s shoulders, she loved the animalistic growl that left him.

“Do you want to take this a step further, pet? Do you want to have every inch of your body touched, caressed, and petted?”

Blythe had no idea what came over her, but she found herself lifting onto her toes and popping her ass out. The act had her coming into contact with Dietrich’s erection and causing a harsh grunt to spill from the normally stoic, controlled man. Aside from his mouth by her throat he didn’t touch her. Was this some kind of game to him? Did he enjoy getting women worked up to the point they couldn’t even stand without being held up?

“You’ll answer him, or I’m going punish you good and hard, and Mr. Moore is going to watch.” Stellan’s breath came out in a hard whoosh as he murmured the words.

“I—”

Stellan slid his hands down and around until he cupped her ass. Giving the mounds a hard squeeze sent her head reeling. Smack! A startled cry left her as his palm connected with her bottom and left a resounding burn in its wake.