Chapter 48: Deeper

The fire had burned down to a low red bed of coals, but no one moved to feed it.

The game room smelled of smoke, sweat, and sex.

Clothes lay in dark piles along the baseboards and over the arms of chairs.

The locked door still held.

Outside, the retreat continued its official night, empty paths, dark cabin windows, the polite fiction that everyone was asleep or playing cards. Inside, the fiction had been abandoned so completely that no one bothered to lower their voices anymore.

Kai sat on the edge of the sofa , still catching his breath from Sloane.

She had already moved on, not far, only as far as the rug where the Accounting woman lay on her back with her knees open.

Sloane knelt between those knees without ceremony and put her mouth on her, precise and thorough, while the vendor-relations man from earlier fucked the Accounting woman’s mouth.

The wet, layered sounds of it mixed with the low crackle of the dying fire.

Natasha recovered first among the ones nearest Kai.

She sat up on the sofa, trousers still tangled around one ankle, the bruise on her neck dark against her skin. She looked at Kai, then at the room, then back at him.

"You’re still hard," she said.

"Observant."

"Don’t waste it." She swung a leg over his lap, faced him, and sank down onto his cock in one slow slide that made both of them exhale.

She was slick from earlier, open, and she took him to the hilt without stopping. Her hands braced on his shoulders. "This time I set the pace."

"Then set it."

She did.

Deep, grinding rolls of her hips, the kind that kept him buried and forced every slight shift to drag against her. Kai’s hands gripped her ass and let her work.

Across the room Marcus had the woman from vendor relations on her hands and knees on the second sofa.

He fucked her in long, steady strokes while she moaned into the cushion and another man from Legal used her mouth.

Priya watched for a minute from the arm of the sofa, flushed and bare from the waist down, then walked over, gripped the Legal man’s hair, and pulled him off long enough to kiss him hard before guiding him back down.

The hierarchy of the office had dissolved into sequence and appetite.

Sloane lifted her head from the Accounting woman’s cunt long enough to say, voice rough, "Someone pass me a glass. I’m not done."

A hand appeared with a half-full wine glass.

She drank, set it on the floor, and went back down.

The Accounting woman came with a muffled cry around the cock in her mouth, thighs shaking against Sloane’s ears.

Sloane worked her through it, then sat back on her heels, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked at Kai and Natasha with the same assessing stare she used on incomplete files.

"When you’re finished with him," she said to Natasha, "I want him again. Clear?"

Natasha did not slow her hips. "Get in line."

Sloane’s mouth twitched, almost a smile, gone as soon as it appeared.

She stood and walked toward the pair on the second sofa instead.

Marcus pulled out of the vendor-relations woman long enough for Sloane to take her place underneath, mouth first.

Marcus pushed back into the woman from behind while Sloane licked both of them where they joined.

The vendor-relations woman’s arms gave out. She dropped to her elbows and came with a raw, open sound that no one tried to quiet.

Kai felt Natasha tighten around him.

"Close," she muttered against his neck.

"Then come."

She did, grinding down hard, forehead against his, a broken shake running through her as she pulsed around his cock.

Kai held her through it and kept his own edge in check by force of will. When she finally lifted off him, slick and trembling, he was still hard. Natasha collapsed sideways onto the sofa cushions, breathing hard, and waved a vague hand at the room.

"She’s waiting," she said. "Don’t make her ask twice."

Sloane was already looking at him.

Kai stood.

His body moved through the tangle of limbs and discarded clothes on the rug.

Sloane met him halfway, pushed him down onto his back on the open stretch of floor near the hearth, and straddled him facing the fire.

She sank onto him without preamble, took him deep, and began to ride with short, punishing strokes.

Her hands braced on his chest.

The heat of the coals warmed one side of their bodies.

Kai thrust up to meet her.

Around them the orgy shifted and reformed, Priya now on her back with Marcus between her legs and the Legal man kneeling over her mouth; the Accounting woman recovering on her side while two men from her floor argued, laughing and breathless, over who was next; Natasha watching from the sofa with one hand idly between her own legs, not done, only resting.

Sloane leaned down until her mouth was against Kai’s ear.

"The garden wasn’t enough," she said.

"Neither was the first time on the sofa. Don’t you dare finish before I do."

"Then you’d better be quick."

She was not quick.

She was exact.

She fucked him with the controlled intensity of someone who had spent a year denying she wanted this and was now collecting every delayed hour in a single stretch of firelight.

Kai’s soft hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks.

When she finally came it was with her teeth in his shoulder and a low, continuous sound that vibrated against his skin.

The clench of her pulled him over the edge with her.

He pulsed deep, the soft body arching under her, while the coals ticked and settled and the room filled with the overlapping noise of other people reaching the same place.

Sloane stayed on him until the last tremor passed. Then she lifted off, steady, and looked down at the soft face without softness.

"Again later," she said. "If you can."

"I can."

She moved away.

The space she left was immediately claimed by the Accounting woman, who crawled over, swung a leg across Kai’s hips, and sank down onto him while he was still half-hard and slick from Sloane. She was looser, wetter, laughing under her breath as she started to move.

"You’ve been busy," she said.

"The night’s long."

"Good. I’m not in a hurry."

She rode him slowly at first, then harder when he thickened fully inside her again.

Across the room Priya came with a sharp cry, Marcus’s face buried between her thighs, the Legal man’s cock still in her mouth.

Natasha left the sofa and knelt beside Kai and the Accounting woman, leaned in, and kissed the woman while she fucked herself on the soft cock.

The kiss was deep and unhurried. When the Accounting woman broke it to gasp, Natasha’s mouth moved to her breast, sucking hard enough to make her rhythm stutter.

Marcus recovered enough to sit up.

He looked at the tangle of Kai, the Accounting woman, and Natasha, then at Priya, who was still catching her breath on her back.

"You done?" he asked her.

Priya turned her head on the cushion. Her voice was wrecked and clear. "Not even close. Come here."

He went.

She pushed him onto his back and straddled his face, lowering herself onto his mouth while she stroked him back to hardness with both hands.

The Legal man moved behind her, rolled a fresh condom on, and pushed into her from behind while she rode Marcus’s tongue.

Priya’s hands braced on Marcus’s chest.

The double sensation made her drop her head and moan, open and unguarded.

Sloane had found the stranger from the garden, or someone who occupied the same shape in the low light.

She was against the wall now, one leg hooked around his hip, his cock driving into her in hard, even strokes while she watched the room over his shoulder.

Their eyes met Kai’s for a second across the firelight.

Neither of them looked away until the Accounting woman came around the soft cock with a shaking cry and collapsed forward onto Kai’s chest.

Natasha immediately took her place.

The orgy had stopped being a series of pairs. It had become a single shifting organism of skin and heat and residual need, the firm’s second circulatory system finally given a room and a locked door and enough night to burn through the year that had made it necessary.

No one checked the time.

No one mentioned the coaches that would load in the morning.

The chair under the door handle stayed exactly where it had been placed.

Kai pulled Natasha down into a kiss while she rode him, the soft body spent and still wanting, the quiet intern’s anonymity burned off completely in the red light of the coals.

Around them Priya came again, Sloane came against the wall, Marcus groaned into Priya’s cunt, and the Accounting woman recovered on her side and reached for whoever was closest.

The night was not finished.

It had only found its depth.