“Fuck no.” Laughing, he stands and perches me on the edge of West’s desk. “Making West mad is like my favorite hobby, shorty. And he’s going to be so fucking pissed when he has to watch me eat your pussy on his desk.”
I shriek in protest, but Xander has already dropped to his knees. He pushes me back until I’m sitting in the middle rather than on the edge, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
“Fitch,” West warns.
Ignoring him, Xander slides my panties down my legs, wads them into a ball, and tosses them across the desk. I’m able to turn my head enough to see West’s expression. Oh shit, he’s pissed. I press my lips together to stop myself from laughing. Still glaring at us, he tucks the panties into his pocket. The look in his eyes promises retribution.
“Lie back, baby,” Xander orders, and I drop back onto my elbows. West angles his laptop in the other direction, ensuring that I remain out of view from the camera.
Xander pushes my thighs apart, spreading me wide and placing my feet on his shoulders. “Oh, she’s so fucking wet, buddy,” he groans.
West grunts in annoyance. But then he reaches between my thighs, his hand out of view of the screen, and slides his pointer finger down my center, collecting some of my arousal on the tip before leaning back. I glance over at him, mouth open in shock as he rests his chin on his hands, with that same finger resting on his top lip. He inhales my scent, and the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard rumbles in his throat.
Holy fucknuggets. That’s so hot.
“You smell amazing,” Xander growls, bringing my attention back to him. He trails tiny bites over the tops of my thighs, dragging his teeth across my sensitive skin before he concentrates his skilled tongue on my wet slit. I let my head fall back between my shoulder blades and moan loudly, hoping that West still has his mic on mute. The sound of a board member droning on about profit and loss continues to fill the room, so he probably does.
Xander sweeps his tongue over my clit, and I hiss out a breath, rocking my hips upward to chase the friction.
“Holy fuck, Lily,” he says my name with a grunt. “You’re fucking delicious.”
“You two are so fucked,” West mutters.
“Please,” I beg now as Xander brings me to the brink of an orgasm.
“I got you, shorty.” He slips two fingers inside me, and my back almost bows in half.
“Holy fu—”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” West growls, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I tilt my head to look at him. His laptop sits in front of him, seemingly forgotten, all his attention on me.
Blood thunders in my ears as Xander feasts on my pussy with all the skill of a sexual maestro. He thrusts his fingers in and out of me, murmuring words of praise and encouragement against my sensitive flesh.
“Oh holy, oh—”
“Mr. Archer. Sir?” A loud voice cuts through my moans just as I’m about to fall over the edge.
West clamps a hand over my mouth and pinches my nose, stealing my breath. He clears his throat. “Sorry, Campbell. Some of my employees were having a little trouble with something.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll just finish the job myself as soon as we end this call,” he replies coolly. My lungs scream for oxygen as my climax rockets through my body.
“Just give me five seconds,” West says, then releases his grip on me. “Breathe!” he commands. I suck in ragged breaths, and a scream tries to wrench its way out of my throat.
Then his hand is over my mouth again, but he doesn’t pinch my nose this time. I inhale deep, calming breaths. He talks to the board members, his voice steady and commanding. I look between my thighs to see Xander grinning at me, my cum all over his face. He winks at me, and I blush. He moves his fingers, reminding me that they’re still inside me. He pushes deeper, rubbing over that sweet spot, and I whimper against West’s hand.
“Everything okay, Mr. Archer?” someone asks.
He ignores the question. “Tell me about the projections for the next quarter.”
Xander goes on finger-fucking me while West finishes the meeting, with his hand still silencing me. I do my best to stay as quiet as possible, but it’s not easy when they both have their hands on me. Even West’s palm flat against my lips is hot as hell.
After what feels like forever, West finishes his meeting and closes the laptop with a loud snap. He stands and leans over me, brushing my hair back from my face. I whimper shamelessly as Xander goes on working me, keeping me teetering on the edge. “You’re such a naughty slut,” West says before he presses his lips against mine and gives me a soft upside-down kiss. “Did you like our board members hearing you come?”