Page 3 of Her Beast

Malcolm felt a fleeting—very fleeting—twinge of guilt that he was fantasizing about Smith and Sukey while Bri was working so very diligently to please him.

Still, what Brian didn’t know wouldn't hurt him, would it?

He blinked his bleary eyes and stared down at the other man, flexing his cock, and making it dance. “It’s all for you,” he lied, his carefully cultivated accent slipping as he relinquished his usual iron-control.

Bri’s answer was to push a slick finger up Malcolm’s arse and drive all other thoughts from his mind.

He groaned and pulsed his hips, fucking himself on Brian's finger. “So good, Bri. Suck me harder.” His lips felt strangely numb and it was difficult to get the words out. God, he was bloody drunk.

Brian swallowed him deeper, working him with renewed vigor.

Malcolm had never met a man—or a woman, for that matter—who enjoyed sucking cock as much as Brian Harlow. He’d thought the man was stark staring mad the first time he’d asked Malcolm if he could come to his office and pleasure him while he worked.

Of course, he’d allowed it—what man could saynoto getting his knob polished, no matter where or when?

He’d not believed that he’d actually get any work done, but it had turned out that Bri’s attentions were almost… soothing.

“I think Bri would sit under your desk all day long if you allowed it,” Sukey had teased.

Malcolm allowed it plenty, but he’d put his foot down when it came to business meetings, no matter how much his wife had begged.

“It would be a great lark, Mal! You gettin’ a proper suck with none of them the wiser. Let him do it when you’re talkin’ to those toffy-nosed arseholes with handles on their names.”

Itwouldbe amusing to have Brian under his desk while Malcolm met with the condescending aristocrats he often needed to placate and flatter in the course of his business.

But as arrogant as Malcolm was—and he wasextremelyarrogant—he needed to keep his wits about him when dealing with men who could destroy him or buy him and sell him many times over.

Someday, when he was rich and powerful, he’d do whatever the hell he wanted.

Speaking of what he wanted …

He glanced down at the man who’d been patiently working him for at least three-quarters of an hour. He normally allowed Brian to tease and play as long as he wanted—which was a long bloody time. The other man liked nothing more than to keep Malcolm skating on the edge of his climax for hours, but Malcolm was too damned tired to deny himself any longer.

He grabbed a fistful of Brian’s silky blond curls and forced his head down. “Finish me," he ordered.

Brian opened his throat and took him deeper, his posture instantly submissive.

“Good little bitch,” Mal praised, amused by the way his coarse words made the other man shudder and suck harder.

Being vulgar came easily to Mal. So, if crudity made Bri’s cock hard, then Mal was thrilled to oblige.

“Open your throat for me, whore,” he ordered in a voice gruff with need. “And take every inch this time.”

Bri’s sucking became frantic and he repeatedly gagged himself in his effort to take more.

Malcolm used him hard, his hips snapping with increasingly brutal thrusts, fucking Bri’s throat the way they both liked it: rough and deep.

“Good, you’re so good—fuck!” Mal shouted as Brian shoved a second finger in alongside the first, hitting the magical part inside his arse that Sukey called hisjoy button.

Malcolm tightened his fists in Brian’s hair, holding his head immobile while he bucked into him. “Gonna come—gonna—ungh,” he rasped as he rammed himself deep.

The orgasm felt as if it originated in his soul and Mal gave himself up to his long-denied release as his shaft thickened and flooded Bri’s throat with jet after jet of hot spend.

Brian whimpered and choked, his throat working convulsively, but he didn’t try to pull away.

“Swallow it all,” Mal ground out, thrilling to the feeling of Brian’s throat tightening around him. “So good,” he muttered thickly as the other man milked his sensitive crown, sucking until his balls were empty.

“’nough,” Malcolm mumbled, shoving Bri’s head away when his touch became uncomfortable.

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