Their Favorite Toy

“Adrian…” I heard myself moan as his breath tickled my ear. This isn’t right. I don’t want to do this everything in my head is screaming at me to to push him away and walk out. He pulls the strap of my top down exposing my already very hard n*****s poking out for his touch. “Rhys, will be against this. This is wrong.” Even my protests sound weak. It must not just be to my own ears as Adrian promptly ignores me, his lips grabbing hold of his prey. I shiver, sucking in a deep breath as his mouth did the same to my areola. Peeking as my hand grabs unto his dirty blonde colored hair, gripping the top part of his mullet. I can see his tongue dart over, and around it before sucking on it. His other finger playing with its twin. My hand on his hair is definitely useless. “Ah…” I can’t keep my mouth shut as he roughly nips it’s sensitive skin. I could hear my voice echo against the bathroom wall. Everything about this was scandalous, getting my breasts sucked in the bathroom of my neighbor. “f**k…” I cried as Adrian roughly pulled my second strap down to expose the other n****e that’s been starving for attention. He pushes my very long and coily dark hair away from covering it. Settling down to give his full attention. My deep skin contrasts against his red lips and pale skin. Green eyes looking up from my breasts into my eyes as he bites down hard again, making me yelp. “Lower your voice Princess. I wouldn’t want you drawing attention to us.” He grips my other breasts with his arm. His hands trailing my now and exposed thigh as his eyes lock into mine. “I want you so badly. It’s torture keeping my hands from you. f**k the rules.” Adrian says in his thick French accent. “I should have you.” With that his hands find the wetness he’s been looking for and plunges in directly. I start to scream loudly and he immediately gives me a stern look causing the sound to die in my throat, all the whole increasing the tempo of his fingers making my eyes roll back. “Good little Princess. Ever since you moved next door, I dreamed about you. Wanting to consume you, trade your darkness for mine. You want me too, don’t you?” Adrian asks. “Mhmm..” I whimper, unable to get any other word out. With his thumb on my c**t and fingers thrusting into to me, I could hardly think straight. “Say it, my pet.” He commands, his tone stern but the tempo of his hands consistent. “Say what?” I manage to ask. “Tell me how much you want me, Evelyn Grey. I thought writers were good with words.” Adrian teases thumb relentlessly flicking my c**t. “I—I” I start. Then a knock interrupts. “Adrian, is everything okay, love?” The voice says in a thick Italian accent. I gasp audibly as my eyes go wide. Adrian’s palm quickly covers my mouth before I can make a sound. Adrian gives a devilishly teasing smile before relying. “I’m fine, mon cœur, I’ll be out soon.” Without a flinch he lies through his teeth and his hands start to move again, faster this time, uncaring of the fact that his partner was out there. The fear of getting caught washes over me but disappears quickly and my c****x builds. I hear retracting footsteps from the door, but a squeal escapes my throat unable to control the sensations coursing through me. “Mio sole?” The voice calls from outside. That voice. Rhys’ voice. Adrian’s long term lover. Owner of the house which he is currently attempting to have s*x with me in. The bathroom, which I am splayed on connects to the couples bedroom. Rhys Moreau. One of the worlds most powerful billionaire and CEO to the largest technological empire in Europe and Asia. “Are you okay?” Rhys asks. Everything about Rhys exudes power, he is a cold calculating man who gets whatever he wants. Definitely not one to be played around with. Even his name Rhys Moreau, no one can tell me that doesn’t sound like the name of a Gotham super villain. “Yes…mon cœur, I’ll be just a minute. I’ve got the tumbling tummies.” I hear Adrian say distantly. From his dark hair which ecentuates his grey-black eyes, contrasting with his too pink lips and sharp angular facial structure. He could’ve been probably a movie star or super model, if not for … well. His soul sucking demeanor. Jaw always set hard, making his jawline even sharper he was almost always grinding his teeth or pinning you down with his eyes. In my opinion that kind of expression doesn’t sell, except he’ll always play the villain. All that didn’t change the fact that; that very intimidating man is about to catch me with his lovers fingers inside of me. I’m in a state of brain fog with pure bliss and utter fear of Rhys finding out somehow. I hold Adrian’s hand as he refuses to let up. “Adrian,” I mumble through his palm as silently as I can. “I’m not letting you leave here without tasting you.” He whispers urgently. Adrian bends again, mouth taking my n*****s and sucking gently, before letting go and grabbing both my legs, pulling till I’m sitting at the edge. I gasp. Why is he behaving this way? I know artist can be weird but this is pushing it. I have to admit I’m enjoying the thrill of it a bit but with my career already in shambles. This disgraced author cannot risk another scandal. “What if he catches us.” I half moan, half protest. He chuckles lifting my legs on his shoulders. “Pray he doesn’t.” With that he buries his head in between my thighs sucking sharply on my c******s. I can’t contain myself, along with the shock of it. I moan loudly. “Adrian.” “I suspected something untoward happening, but this is beyond my wildest imagination.” Rhys says. I look up and standing in front of both of us was Rhys Moreau in the flesh. Watching his boyfriend eat me out. The most powerful man in the world just witnessed the stupidest betrayal and I happen to play a major part in it. My career is definitely over.