Page 67 of On Your Knees

“You don’t get to come just yet, sweetheart.”

I hit the button, and the elevator comes back to life and opens on my floor.

Aspen stands there in her birthday suit, and Arlo’s eyes go wide before he frantically glances around. But there is no way Ridge would let her stand there naked if the floor wasn’t empty.

Arlo rushes out of the elevator and pulls his shirt off and Aspen laughs. “It’s okay! Ridge sent everyone home for a paid day off. He threatened anyone whorefused to leave within five minutes with instant dismissal.”

I laugh—of course he did.

“So, how many of these surfaces are you going to fuck me on? The boss’s desk would be a good place to start,” Aspen teases.

“This boss approves. I’m just going to shower quickly, and I will be back. Feel free to start without me, but just know his ass is filled with my cum and it’s to stay where it is.”

Aspen reaches around Arlo’s back and runs her hand down the mismatched tattoos lining his skin, dipping beneath his pants as Arlo groans, his knees wobbling. “So he does. I might have to cover his face with mine. See you soon,” she says, winking at me as the elevator doors slide closed.

Pressing the button for the penthouse, I scan my card and wait to ascend. I don’t expect Ridge to be up here, but he is sitting on the couch with his laptop open, watching Arlo and Aspen kissing, taking their time with each other.

“I didn’t expect you to come up here,” he says, not taking his eyes off the screen as he sips his whiskey.

“Well, I need to wash my cock. One wrong move and Aspen would be out of action, and with three cocks, we need all the holes we can get. Are you coming downstairs?”

“I think I will let you three make up. Watching is enough.”

Leaving him to watch, I shower, making sure my dickis squeaky clean before I towel off and slip on a pair of sweats, then head back to the living room. I place a kiss on Ridge’s cheek with a smile; I don’t know when we got so touchy feely, but I love it.

“Have fun and don’t push them too far.”

“Me?” I gasp. “Never.”

He laughs under his breath and goes back to watching the screen. I can see why he likes it; Arlo lies on my desk and Aspen grinds against his face.

That’s my sign to leave, though, and I take the elevator back down to my floor. As I head into my office, I see Arlo now has Aspen pinned against the floor-to-ceiling windows. He is completely naked and his body is a work of art—literally—with his patchwork of tattoos. I see a new one on his shoulder and grin. I move closer to them, and Aspen cries out his name as she orgasms, then I step up behind him and kiss the mask tattoo.

“When did you get this?” I ask.

“Yesterday.”

He steps back as Aspen moves, needing to see what we are talking about. Instead of walking around, she jumps into his arms, and he holds her up so she can peek over his shoulder.

“Holy shit! When you’re ready, I plan to chase you again, and this time you will know it’s me calling out your name as I search for you.”

“Yes, please,” he says as Aspen lines up his cock and sinks back down onto it.

“I wonder if our girl is ready for a cock in her ass?” My grin looks nearly feral in the window’s reflection.

Ridge and I have been stretching her out, using our fingers, but right now I need to be inside her as well.

“I was born ready—fuck, that sounded wrong. Fuck my ass, Zeland.”

Arlo laughs as he holds her up, and she grinds against him. “Go sit on the sofa, sideways.”

I knew there was a good use for that thing, though it seemed pointless when the designer insisted it “fit the space.” Rushing over to my desk, I find the lube I keep here in case Ridge ever visits my office.

When I turn back around, Arlo is staring at me like he wants to say something. “What’s wrong?” I ask, and his face goes red. “Sweetheart, you know what you going that color does to me. If you want to say something, say it. Never be afraid to voice what you want.”

“Can... can I fuck her ass?” He wants one of her firsts.

“You want to take her ass virginity?”

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