Chapter 17 WildCat (3)
Oliver's POV
I walked into Claire's office hoping to surprise and probably turn up the heat. She had left earlier before I was up. Instinctively, I rushed into the bathroom hoping to the heavens that my sixth sense was wrong about what I thought about Claire.
But there she was, on her knees, thoroughly shaken by the sight of me. Dumb to utter a word while her gaze fixated on me. Before her was a younger guy, young enough to be her brother. His shaft bobbed incessantly even as he had his eyes on me.
Wasn't he the waiter who had served us at the lounge?
They must be darn surprised to see me, I mused. Silence stretched endlessly, while I unbuttoned the buttons of my shirt after removing my jacket.
"Oliver, I can explain," Claire found her voice.
I was broken, shattered beyond measure at the sight of Claire giving a blow job to a man other than myself. But punishing her would be the best tactic, I reminded myself.
"Move aside," I said and watched as she moved away from the man.
"Oliver, please hear me out," she stood up, contemplating if she should touch me or not.
I walked towards the young man, smiled at him, and closed up the gap between us. Then I leaned in and gave him an intense kiss.
"We weren't supposed to meet here," Charles hummed into my mouth, his hands encircling me.
"I know. It just happened. I've been thinking about what you'd proposed, and I think that would come into play," my tongue stuck into his mouth as he dropped his mouth open for my gracious entrance.
Claire was dumbfounded, rooted to the spot, and had no words to say. She scoffed, watching us play our little game of sizzling exchanged kisses. I was getting hard, that my prick was begging to be touched but I stirred myself away, turning to face a startled Claire.
"What's going on here, Oliver?" She scoffed, turning her gaze back to Charles.
Charles giggled, stifling a laughter. His eyes held a slice of mockery in them. He had what he had always wanted.
"What on earth is going on here?" Claire asked me. She was sweating. Her eyes darted between us, unable to believe what was happening.
"Now, be quiet, will you? You wouldn't want your boss to walk in here on us." I cautioned.
"You're gay? And you've been playing me for a fool," Claire's voice quivered.
"Who has been fooling who, and for how long, Claire?" I replied to her with a question.
Claire brushed her shaking hands through her curls, she let out a croaked laugh while she paced around the room.
"How did you think you got this job, have you ever wondered? I got you this job with Charles' help. Yet, you were fucking Charles behind my back," I told her, playing the smart and calm man that I was.
"So, I'm the bad one, right? I'm the terrible one. You never told me your secret about you having this for a man," she cast her hands to my groin, unable to believe that I was hard for Charles.
Charles watched us intently. Pulled the last of his trousers and shirt, Claire turned her eyes on him.
"And you, Charles, you're the despicable one," she fumed.
Charles laughed. "You both know how turned on I am by your back-and-forth arguments. Are we doing this or not?" He stood at the center between us, jerking gazes at the both of us.
"What?" Claire asked.
I arched my brows while reading the interpretation in Charles' eyes. I was enjoying this, why was Claire acting like she wasn't the wildcat that she was?
"What is he talking about, Oliver?" Claire asked.
"You're a wildcat, Claire. You said it yourself. Join us, let's make this memorable," I started unzipping my trousers. I was envisioning a wild, raw, and explicit scene.
Claire laughed at that. "Wonders would never cease to end. You both are crazy, do you know this is my work place?" Claire bared her teeth at me.
Charles laughed, stepping before Claire in all his glory. "Common Claire, don't act like you never wanted this as well. You pointed out that you would love to try out a threesome, remember?"
"Fuck you, Charles!" Claire said.
"Stop that, Claire. Grasp this opportunity, we don't have all the time in the world," he held Claire by the cheeks.
At first, Claire tried to push him off but he caged her in. Gradually, he tilted her head up and bruised her lips with a fierce kiss.
Charles won!
I watched as Charles peeled her clothes, cupped and squeezed her full breasts. Then, he pinned her to the wall, and had her whimpering in his arms while rubbing his body on her.
I was hard as fuck from watching them. That wasn't enough, so I moved towards Charles, caressing his taunt buttocks, waiting for the right opportunity to push my rod into his hole.
Claire's POV
I will always be a wildcat, that thought gripped my entire body as Charles' mouth found mine. He picked me up by the waist, and led us to the desk, placing my tush on the edge of the desk. While his mouth resumed toying with my mouth, Oliver stood behind us stroking his tool - his eyes fastened at our little play.
Charles' thrusts were delicate, firm, and sharp. With each push came a fierce aching need to be conquered.
"How do you like that?" His hands were fondling with my breasts as he whispered.
My response to him was a soft moan. This was sweet torture, my eyes were slightly shut both from ecstasy and the sight of Oliver hovering around us. Oliver was touching Charles, encircling his masculine hands around Charles' torso, back, and bum.
I was close to it, reaching for the stars. I reached up to kiss Charles but Oliver's mouth met mine. His taste felt different - like the taste of ginger, hot and soothing. I didn't even realize that Oliver was slamming into me with a special kind of fury. His tongue was plunged into my mouth, meshing my tongue with his.
His pace heightened. His balls were slapping hard on my backside and a series of loud gasps escaped me. Even as I writhed in his arms, he rode on, pinning my hands to the sides while he rode me like a wild dog.
I began to think that there was more to this fuckery. I tried to sway my head to the side, pleading with my eyes for him to let me go. That only surged him on.
"You like this, huh?" One of his hands grabbed my chin, meeting my gaze hard on. Then, he probed his tongue into my mouth, unsatisfied with the taste of me.
I nodded, vehemently. It felt magical, yet it was brutal, aching sweetly and painfully. I had never seen this part of Oliver. What had he taken before deciding to throw me over the edge? Our bodies mingled in sweat and our meshed fluids.
"Tell me you like this? Say it," he wouldn't give it up.
I was weak from his savage, my head wrenched backward as an explosion hit me.
"Oh, Oliver...Oh my God, this is fucking good," I moaned. Soft, squishing fluids flooded out from me, as I moaned out loud. I realized I was squirting for the first time.
Oliver never gave it up though. The sight of my dancing boobs did excite him more. He shoved into me like there was no tomorrow. My tunnel ached from lack of breath, my hands hit his chest - pushing him away from me.
Finally, he withdrew, twirled around and grabbed Charles forcing him to bend to his knees. And with one powerful stab, he began to shove himself into Charles like a wild beast.
My eyes bulged at the sight of Oliver. What was wrong with him? How was he able to swerve from a sweet gentleman to such a wild beast?
Both men were groaning as Oliver hit the block. He pulled out and plunged his convulsing phallus into Charles' sweet mouth. Charles was extremely ecstatic to have Oliver's seed in his mouth.
For how long had the two been fucking each other, my face blanched at the sight of them. When I said I wanted a threesome, I had wanted a lady and a man with the inclusion of myself. I couldn't comprehend the fact that I had just had a threesome with two bi-sexual men. Two men who had been hiding secrets from me.
Before me, both men kissed intensely, laughing at their pure act of love. I bit my lower lip, holding back from hurling insults at both of them. I should be grateful they knew each other anyway.
Oliver jerked his head my way and his smile completely disappeared. His eyes were heavy, like they were trying to speak to me but I couldn't detect what they were saying. There were a lot of questions I needed to ask him as well but here was not the right place.
"How are you feeling?" Charles asked me once he started wearing his overall.
"I feel alright," I dragged my eyes away from Oliver's to that of Charles'.
Charles had the sweetest smile on his face. He walked towards me, tilted my head up and planted a soft kiss on my lips.
"I did tell you you'd enjoy this," he smirked.
I tried a weak smile, trying not to be unsettled by the atmosphere. Something was wrong with Oliver and I sensed it from his gaze.
Charles let himself out while my husband and I remained. But Oliver wouldn't talk to me. He wore his clothes, without bothering to utter a word to me.
"Oliver, aren't you going to talk to me?" I forced the words out of my mouth.
With one slow sneer, he let himself out of my office, leaving me empty and confused.