Office Rules: The Assistant (Book 1)

Chapter 4

I was taken aback and stared at him in shock for a brief moment. He wasn’t actually going to make me walk around like this, would he? “Um, M—Mr. Harris, I can’t go out there like this—”

He backed me up against the desk, his arms acting like steel bars on either side of me. I gazed up at him, confused and uncertain and almost wishing he would touch me again. His eyes were beautiful, the sharp blue glittering under the lights and hyper-focused as he scanned my face. “Then I guess you’ll just have to spend the rest of the day in here, won’t you?” he asked calmly as if his c**k wasn’t still hanging out of his pants and his semen making my thighs sticky.

“You want me to stay in your office all day?” I asked incredulously. I wasn’t sure if I liked the idea or not, on one hand, the idea of f*****g him again was amazing – especially if he wanted to go back down on me, but on the other, I was mildly put off at his lack of consideration into what I wanted.

“Is that a problem, Miss Morrison?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.

“No,” I replied quickly. “And you can call me Lydia, I don’t mind.” I actually really liked it.

He seized my chin and leaned down for a hard kiss, his mouth urging mine open and his tongue exploring me crudely. He tasted like mint and cigarettes and something tart, a dizzying combination that made me moan and wrap my arms around his shoulders. It was everything I had dreamt it would be; the way he held me to his chest, the sensation of his hands grasping at every inch of me, even the way his beard scratched at my cheeks was perfect. I raked my fingers through his hair and grasped at his neck for support. I had no idea how long we made out for, but my lipstick was all over his mouth and I could feel his c**k starting to get hard again as it pushed against my abdomen. We’re going to run away and have five children now and I’ll get f****d on every horizontal surface available for the rest of our lives. My life, I guess, since he was like forty-five or whatever.

Mr. Harris reached up to stroke my cheek and we pulled apart; his eyes were wide and bright and his touch was soft. My phone beeped loudly, making me jump in surprise before reaching for it frantically.

We’d been in here for over an hour according to my alarm. “It’s almost eleven-thirty, Patrick will be here any time for lunch—"

Mr. Harris didn’t say anything to that, instead, he reached out to turn my head and kiss my cheek. A loud knock came from the door and I jumped backwards, recoiling from Mr. Harris’ touch as if the door would suddenly open and reveal us. He had a wicked glint in his eye as he watched me, suddenly he pushed his c**k back into his pants and went to the door with surprising ease. I watched in horror as he opened it and Patrick Rosing stood on the other side, leaning against the doorjamb and playing on his phone.

Patrick was hot, about ten years younger than Mr. Harris and looked like he modelled for Abercrombie and Fitch just for fun. His light brown skin and warm amber eyes combined with the floppy dark hair made him look like the boy next door type. He glanced up and froze, his eyes locked on me and moved from my clamped together legs up to my obviously mused hair and makeup. His face splitting grin sent chills up my spine and made my palms clammy.

“f*****g your assistant, Jon?” Mr. Rosing teased as he sauntered in.

Someone shoot me, please. “Mr. Harris I’ll leave you two alone and—” I spoke fast and avoided looking at either of them, but Mr. Rosing interrupted me.

“No you won’t,” he said happily. “We’re having lunch, I just didn’t know I’d be eating out today.”

I was going to die of embarrassment in front of my boss, and the two most powerful lawyers in the country. Mr. Harris laughed as his colleague shut the door and flipped the lock. Butterflies filled my stomach as I watched him stalk towards me like a predator, my p***y clenched, and I wondered just what the f**k I had gotten myself into.

“Filled her cunt already?” Mr. Rosing asked as he pulled me to his chest.

“It didn’t take very long; you should’ve seen how wet she was.”

“Well I’m sure I can get a look now,” he said with a chuckle. “What do you think sweetheart, want to put on a show for me?” He stroked my cheek with his knuckle as he spoke, and I had to fight the urge just to melt in his arms.

With my hands pressed to his chest and my heart pounding in my ears, my lips parted as my eyes flicked between the two of them. I could run, I could scream, I could tell them both to eat s**t – but I didn’t want to. This was every one of my hottest fantasies and more as I felt him getting hard against me as well. Without letting the nagging thoughts in the back of my mind consume me I nodded vigorously and let the lust-driven half of my brain take over. He threw his coat on the ottoman and flopped down on the sofa across the room, beckoning to me as he undid his zipper. I swallowed and reached for my blouse, undoing the buttons slowly and never taking my eyes off his.

As my strip tease went on, I felt Mr. Harris stroke his hands over my body; focusing on my breasts and hips as I stood in front of them in nothing but my bra, stockings, and heels. He was warm pressed against me in the cold of the office but combined with Mr. Rosing’s gaze I felt like I was on fire. The other man kicked my feet apart so he could finger me, coating his fingers in his own fluid and bringing them up to my mouth for a taste. I moaned and sucked them happily as I rocked my hips against him, my ass rubbing on his erection while my tongue swirled around his fingers.

“Quit hogging her Jon, you’ve already had your turn,” Mr. Rosing grumbled.

Mr. Harris’ fingers slowly withdrew from my mouth, he gripped the cups of my bra and ripped it down the middle. I stared in shock as the material fluttered to the floor, my n*****s hardening instantly in the cool air. He gave me a light shove and I did my best sexy strut over to Mr. Rosing. Bracing my knees on either side of his, I started to grind on him, my t**s in his face as his hands stroked up my sides.

“You didn’t need much convincing, did you?” he asked with a smirk.

I’ve been thinking about you for months, I wouldn’t say no to this even if someone paid me to. “I guess not,” I mumbled as I rolled my head back. “I don’t hear you complaining though, Mr. Rosing.”

He gripped my ass hard, pulling my cheeks apart as his fingers slid between them. “No complaints here, sweetheart.” He paused long enough to kiss the sides of my breasts. “Now turn around, because I want to f**k that pretty cunt.”

I moaned and wiggled around in his lap, my back against his chest as I held myself up so he could free his c**k. I couldn’t see below me, and even if I could I wouldn’t have looked away from Mr. Harris who was watching me through heavy-lidded eyes, leaning against the desk and sipping away at a glass of his whisky. His shirt was open and I practically drooled as I took in the sight of his broad, muscular chest that rose fell with his laboured breathing. The short but thick spread of hair that tapered into a treasure trail made me lick my lips in anticipation.

In my distracted state, I didn’t notice Mr. Rosing positioning me better to impale my p***y on his c**k. I threw my head back as our hips touched, he wasn’t nearly as long as Mr. Harris, but he made up for that in thickness. And if I thought it stung when Mr. Harris f****d me, it was nothing compared to the brutal thrusts from Mr. Rosing.

I moaned and whimpered with every thrust, clutching at my t**s and chasing my orgasm that was already coiling low in my abdomen. My eyes were closed and my head was thrown back in ecstasy, I jolted when I felt Mr. Harris touch my cheek; opening my eyes to find him staring down at me intently, his c**k hard and inches from my lips as I bounced up and down in the other man’s lap. His hand moved around to twist my hair in his fist and I opened my mouth instinctively. Leaning forward, I took the head of his c**k in my mouth, he pulled me forward, forcing me to take it deeper. I reached out to stroke the rest of his length but he seized my hands and held my arms as he started f*****g my mouth. My eyes watered and I couldn’t do anything but drool and struggle to breathe around his c**k.

“Is something wrong, Lydia?” Mr. Rosing murmured against the shell of my ear. “You can do better than that, can’t you?”

Mr. Harris laughed darkly. “Give her a hand, she keeps pulling away.”

Mr. Rosing bottomed out in me and immediately released my hips to force my head down on Mr. Harris’ c**k. Tears started streaming down my face while I gazed up at him in awe; my jaw ached, my p***y felt swollen and abused, and my face itched as I was pushed into his thick pubic hair. He tasted like me and salt and a bittersweetness that made me moan helplessly. His c**k tastes so good.

“See baby, it wasn’t that hard,” Mr. Rosing cooed in my ear.

I squirmed on his lap, needing air suddenly as he released my head. I pulled back and sucked in as much air as possible, my chest heaving with every breath. “This position isn’t working for me,” I said as I rubbed my aching neck.

The men laughed and I was pulled to my feet and escorted to the desk in a daze, the sound of everything clattering to the floor as it was swept aside was background noise as Mr. Harris kissed and sucked my neck and pawed my t**s. The electricity humming through my body made me jittery as I was pushed down over the desk; my sweaty back pressed against the cool, smooth wood while my head hung over the side and Mr. Harris came around the side until his c**k hung in my face again. I almost regretted wanting a different position; in this one, I had even less control and my throat tightened at the mere thought of him pounding it like he did to my p***y.

“Be gentle,” I pleaded with him weakly.

“Oh, I don’t think so Lydia.” The sound of his deep, thick, lust-filled voice sent a renewed wave of wetness through my p***y. Mr. Rosing moved first, my legs pulled up over his shoulders and instantly he was sheathed within me. As my mouth fell open in a silent scream Mr. Harris shoved his c**k into my mouth. They sawed away at me in perfect sync, their touches overwhelmed me, and I quickly felt my orgasm mounting. I moaned and writhed on the desk while I tightened around him and my wetness bathed both our thighs.

“Oh, f**k she’s a squirter,” he said as his movement suddenly became jerkier.

I had barely come back down when I felt like I was about to go over the edge again. Mr. Harris gripped my head and pushed in completely; his c**k jerked and throbbed and I choked on the flood of his come filling my throat and mouth. I didn’t have time to think about it before Mr. Rosing was filling my p***y with a long groan.

As they both pulled out, I laid there panting and stared at the ceiling in shock. I had just f****d my boss and his colleague. Their come was leaking out of me and every muscle was screaming in agony. I pushed myself up with trembling arms and cringed at the splattering sound once more. The men were pouring themselves drinks while I gathered up my clothes and I suddenly didn’t know what to say, or what to do; was I supposed to just pretend nothing happened? To just go about my day like I didn’t get f****d into next week? I awkwardly pulled my skirt on and my blouse, I didn’t exactly have a bra anymore - the shrapnel of it was lying on the floor at my feet.

“Lydia.”

I turned and blushed as I pulled my shirt together, I don’t know why I was suddenly so modest, but it felt different to be naked in front of them now.

“Yes, Mr. Harris?” My voice cracked and they glanced at each other with knowing smiles.

“You aren’t leaving yet, are you?” he asked as he pulled me to his chest.

Staring up at him I felt my heart melt; it felt like his eyes were staring into my soul, the glacial blue was hard not to get lost in. “Um, normally I would be collecting the cases for you and sorting through the request folder…” My words died on my tongue at the amusement sparkling in his eyes.

“And you’re going to do that with my come dripping from your cunt?” Mr. Rosing asked with a loud laugh.

I looked away as my heart pounded, Mr. Harris tilted my chin up and leaned down to kiss me deeply. I didn’t pull away, but I wasn’t as eager as before – worried about where I stood with them.

He pulled away and I swayed on my feet, he tapped my nose with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You can work in my office today, I think we can find better uses for you than sorting papers,” he said dryly.

I agreed eagerly, excitement overruling my trepidation as I thought about them using me all over again. The men fawned over me for a while; touching and petting and groping every inch of me, and all the while I couldn’t think of anything other than how amazing it felt to be the centre of the universe between them. Mr. Harris excused himself when his phone went off, leaving me alone with Mr. Rosing.

Perfect timing. I waited until he left the room to turn my attention to the younger man and feeling myself become giddy as I worked up the nerve to ask him the dumbest question ever. “Am I allowed to call you Patrick, too?” I asked cautiously. Mr. Harris called him Patrick, and I did too, but never to his face.

He handed me a glass of the whisky and I sipped it slowly, making a face at the vile taste. I wasn’t into dark liquor. “I prefer you calling me Mr. Rosing,” he replied. “If you call me Patrick you might not be so compliant.”

“You like my complacency?” I asked with a giggle.

His arms snaked around my waist and he buried his face in my hair. “Who wouldn’t like an easy little slut?” he murmured against the shell of my ear.

I shivered and wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning into him and letting my eyes drift shut as I breathed in the scent of him. I could live with his answer for now; he wanted to hold some obvious amount of control over me and that was fine. It was fine with me about Mr. Harrris too, because honestly, all I wanted was to feel them worshipping my body again – even if that meant I couldn’t call them by their first names.