The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

What the fuck did I just do?

That question rang in my head over and over like a bell as I backed away from my assistant, dragging a hand down my face as horror gripped my spine.

There was a line and I just didn’t cross it, I scrapped it to pieces.

Her eyes widened with fear and my gut curled in disgust. I just fingered my employee. Even more horrifying, I enjoyed it. I wanted more, to lift her up the wall and-

Tearing my eyes off those perfect tits, I bolted for the door, tore out of the storage room and slammed it shut behind me.

Out of my mind that’s what I was. Out of my fucking mind.

My shirt was untucked, I tucked it in with shaky hands, then stared at my hands like they were foreign. In all my years, my hands had never once shaken like this, the sight of her juices glistening over my fingers filled my head. My tongue was filled with the taste of her juices.

I had to get the hell out of here before I stormed right back in and pushed her against the wall doing the one thing every cell in my body screamed.

My cock was still hard, aggressively and painfully. I could still smell her on my fingers. That lovely, jasmine scent.

I had to get the hell out of here.

Why did you kiss her?

My mind accused me as I stormed out of the backstage, into the hall, ignoring my mother’s calls for me as I headed straight to the door.

She had flung her arms around me and her soft curves had pressed against every hard inch of me for all of fucking three seconds and I couldn’t...think.

That’s not a reason.

Right, it wasn’t. It was a bloody pathetic excuse.

"Congratulations, buddy! It turned out amazing! I told you Gayle was talking out of his ass," Henry cheered as soon as I stepped out of the hall. The woman he had been smooth-talking was hanging off to the side of the wall, a coy smile playing on her lips.

Abigail’s beautiful smile flashed through my head and my insides burned.

"We’ll talk later, Henry," I muttered scanning the lot for James. Paparazzi and pressmen were behind the red line marked for them, flashing their cameras and yelling questions.

James must have seen me step out though because the car pulled up before the entrance to the hall and without a single word, I slid in the back seat, closing my eyes as he drove off.

Was she out of the storage room? She had come to the event tonight with Eric. Did Eric know what jasmine smelled like when it was on her skin?

Did he know that her voice turned so soft and she made the sweetest keening sound when I sucked on her cherry pink nipples, rolling them with my tongue.

Had he ever felt her fingers grip his hair and pull him closer while she made that sound-

Christ.

"James,"

"Yes, sir?" My driver replied, glancing at the rearview mirror.

"Drive faster."

"Yes Boss,"

After a punishing long drive, we finally arrived at my penthouse. I stormed into the shower wanting to wash off her scent off my fingers, off me. But, I was back in the storage room again.

I did not touch my employees.

I had touched my employee.

I did not cross that line.

I had crossed it, blown through it, taken it into a storage room and left it there.

This could not happen again... I wanted it to happen again. Fuck, I should not want it to happen again.

I shed off every inch of my clothes, turning on the shower. My cock was still hard, replaying her face when she came. Pretty blue eyes rolled, her pussy locked tight around my fingers, hot streams of her cum soaking my fingers.

Release, I needed release. My cock was hard and veiny, leaking precum shamelessly. The water ran hot and I stood under it with my hands flat on the tiles, trying to think about anything else.

The launch numbers. The Carlton situation. Victoria and the burned house. Abigail’s milky tits. Her heavy and soft tits.

"Fuck,"

My fist closed around my cock, stroking the turgid shaft under the pouring shower. I wanted her back against the wall, that dress on the floor, her legs wrapped around my waist while I drove into her.

That soaking cunt stretching around my dick, her nails digging into my back while she moaned my name over and over like a prayer.

How would she look when she begged for my cock? When I hold back her orgasm and she turns, those pretty eyes, purring my name, sobbing and begging to cum?

My fist tightened around my cock, as it throbbed. I thought about her screaming my name while I pounded her into the wall, her cumming on my cock the way she had cum on my fingers tonight, milking my dick with that hot sheath-

My orgasm hit hard and fast, my fist pumping my cock through it. Her jasmine scent was somehow still on my skin.

This was madness. Pure fucking madness. How could I be aching like a bloody fool for three women.

If I wanted Abigail Kellerman, then what about finding Red? She had awakened something deep in me. Just thinking about that night on the plane, weaving her red hair in my fist, fucking her into the toilet floor, had my cock twitching.

Then there was Aphrodite. My dirty little slut. She was the one arrangement in my life that had no complications and she was supposed to be a means to pass the time until I found Red.

But even now I craved her, ached for her. The Sanctuary wouldn’t be open for another week and it was torture counting the says down until I could see her again.

How did a man want three women, with such maddening urge, it derailed my control?

"Get it together!" I barked at myself, turning off the shower.

Red. Red had started it all. Once I found her, this lust for my assistant would fade into nothing. What was the damned update on finding her?

I yanked the towel off the hanger and wrapped it around my waist, water dripping down my body as I stormed to the living room.

Snatching up the phone, I dialed the PI’s number. He picked up on the second ring.

"Boss,"

"I need an update on Red. Anything at all."

"I have an update sir. You’ll never guess what I just found."