Page 41 of Breakneck
Lothair cupped Zach’s chest, thumbing his nipples through the sheer top, and Zach’s eyelids fluttered. He ground against Lothair’s dick, erect in his slacks.
Not taking his eyes off me, Zach undid the upper button on his shorts and guided Lothair’s hand inside.
I didn’t do it consciously.
Some unknown force propelled me from the seat until I was flush with Zach’s chest, my hand on his ass.
He rocked in the rhythm, the three of us caught in a tide, and I easily found his wet hole, squeezing my fingers under the flimsy fabric of those ridiculous shorts. Lothair was jerking him off while I pumped two fingers in and out of his hole.
Zach moaned happily, leaning against me. He hugged me close, bringing my groin flush to his.
Except Lothair’s hand was there.
At the same time, Lothair thrust against my hand on Zach’s ass, pushing my fingers deeper.
We all groaned in unison.
The music pulsed in my temples. I rubbed my cock on the back of Lothair’s hand while he humped mine.
It was ridiculously unsatisfying.
And I’d never been so horny in my life.
He’s a client. I could lose my job over this.
The weak voice of my conscience was drowned out by Zach’s moans and smothered by the distinct scent ofLothair’s arousal. It was different from any other alpha’s stink. Hot spice, smoke, freshly roasted coffee. And something uniquely dragon-like.
His pupils were huge in his purple eyes, and his lips were parted. He stared at me with fierce focus—the same expression he usually wore when he was readying to jump off a cliff or revving the engine of a motorcycle.
Over Zach’s shoulder, he suddenly seemed closer. So close, I could feel his breath on my lips.
“Come,” Zach blurted. “Let’s go.”
My fingers were wet from his slick.
He strode to the door, holding mine and Lothair’s hands. We passed a few doors until Zach let go of my hand and fished a key card from some hidden pocket in his left boot.
He swiped it and dragged us inside. He smacked at the switch, and the room filled with dim, yellow light. Then he paused by the bed, which was leather, with no sheets. On a bedside table lay a few folded covers. Zach shook one out and cast it over the leather mattress.
Right. People took turns fucking in here, and this was easier than changing sheets. I should be disgusted. I wasn’t.
“A little help?”
Lothair was spurred into action, helping Zach cover the bed.
Then Zach glanced at me.
“Careful. He’s about to bolt.”
Who?
Then I realized he was talking about me.
Lothair turned and approached me slowly, not taking his eyes off my face. He fingered the lapels of my suit jacket then gently tugged it off my shoulders.
My hands were shaking.
Zach appeared behind me, pulling my shirt out of my pants.
