Chapter 49: Longer

The coals had gone almost dark.

No one had fed the fire in over an hour.

The only light left in the game room came from the two floor lamps in the corners and the thin spill under the locked door.

Bodies had stopped bothering with the sofas and the chairs.

Most of the orgy had settled onto the rug in a shifting, tangled sprawl of limbs and sweat and the low continuous sound of people who were no longer pacing themselves for a single round.

Kai lay on his back in the soft body near the hearth.

Natasha was astride his face, grinding down in slow circles while the Accounting woman rode his cock with the same unhurried greed.

The dual sensation kept the soft body hard past the point where ordinary nights would have ended.

Natasha’s hand was in his hair.

The Accounting woman’s hands were on Natasha’s breasts, pinching, rolling, keeping both of them loud.

Across the rug Marcus had Priya on her side in a tangled sixty-nine while a man from Legal fucked her from behind; every thrust pushed her mouth harder onto Marcus, and Marcus’s answering groan vibrated into her.

Sloane sat on the stranger’s face near the wall, thighs bracketing his head, while she stroked a second man from vendor relations with both hands and watched the room with heavy-lidded focus.

Someone, Kai did not see who, had found a second strip of condoms and a small bottle of lube in a bag.

Both were being passed without conversation, only the occasional low "here" or "yes" or the simple absence of a no.

Natasha came first between the three of them, thighs clamping around the soft head, a raw shaking cry that the Accounting woman swallowed with a kiss.

The clench of Natasha’s release and the tight heat of the Accounting woman dragged Kai over the edge a minute later.

He pulsed deep while the Accounting woman kept moving through it, milking him until he twitched.

She lifted off, slick and open, and immediately crawled toward Marcus and Priya’s tangle. Natasha collapsed sideways onto the rug, breathing hard, and turned her head to look at Kai.

"Still with us?" she asked.

"Still with you."

"Good. I’m not done watching you work."

She did not make him get up.

She only pulled him into a slow, filthy kiss that tasted of her, then pushed him toward Sloane with a light shove of her heel.

Sloane saw him coming.

She lifted off the stranger’s mouth, still holding the vendor-relations man’s cock, and said, flat and rough:

"On your back. I want both of you."

Kai lay down.

Sloane swung a leg over him and sank onto the soft cock while it was still wet from the Accounting woman.

At the same time she pulled the vendor-relations man forward by the hip and guided him into her mouth.

She took both of them with the same controlled intensity, riding Kai in deep, exact strokes while she sucked the other man with focused, rhythmic attention.

The stranger from the garden recovered enough to move behind Sloane, slick himself with the passed lube, and press the head of his cock against her ass. Sloane pulled off the cock in her mouth just long enough to say:

"Do it. Slow until I’m on it. Then don’t you dare be careful."

He pushed in by degrees.

Sloane’s breath hitched; her rhythm on Kai stuttered and then deepened. When the stranger was fully seated she was full in both holes and still had the vendor-relations man between her lips.

The three men found a rhythm that did not require speech, Kai thrusting up, the stranger driving into her ass, Sloane working the third with her mouth and hand.

The wet, overlapping sound of it drew eyes from across the rug.

Priya lifted her head from Marcus’s cock long enough to watch, pupils blown, then went back down with a moan when the Legal man thrust into her particularly hard.

Sloane came first among the four of them, a full-body shudder that clamped down on both cocks inside her and forced a muffleded cry around the one in her mouth.

The stranger followed her with a low grunt, burying himself deep.

Kai lasted another dozen strokes before he spilled into her again, the soft body arching under the weight of her.

The vendor-relations man pulled free of her mouth and finished across her breasts and collarbone in thick stripes while she stroked him through it with a shaky hand.

They disentangled slowly.

Sloane rolled onto her back on the rug, staring at the dark ceiling, chest rising and falling.

Kai sat up on his elbows.

The stranger and the vendor-relations man moved off toward the drinks table and the last of the wine.

Across the room the Accounting woman had joined Priya and Marcus; she was on her back under Priya’s mouth while Marcus fucked her in steady, deep strokes and Priya’s free hand worked between her own legs.

The Legal man had found Natasha.

She was on her hands and knees on the far side of the rug, pushing back onto him with open, greedy sounds while she watched Kai over her shoulder.

"Come here," Natasha said, voice wrecked. "I want your mouth while he does that."

Kai went.

He slid under her, between her arms, and put his mouth on her clit while the Legal man fucked her from behind.

Natasha dropped her forehead to the rug and moaned, continuous and unguarded.

The soft body licked and sucked in time with the thrusts above him until Natasha came with a full-body shake and a cry that cracked in the middle.

The Legal man lasted another minute, then pulled out, stripped the condom, and finished across her lower back.

The room had thinned of urgency but not of heat.

People rested in loose clusters, some half-asleep, some still touching, some trading slow, lazy kisses that occasionally turned into another round. Marcus sat with his back against the sofa, Priya’s head in his lap, his fingers idly stroking her hair while she caught her breath.

The Accounting woman lay on her side with her eyes closed and a faint, stunned smile.

Sloane had pulled her coat over her shoulders like a blanket and was drinking water from a bottle someone had produced.

Natasha crawled back to Kai and collapsed against the soft body, one leg thrown over his, the bruise on her neck dark and obvious.

"What time is it?" she murmured.

Kai found the soft phone in the pile of his clothes. The screen lit the immediate space in cold blue.

"Two-forty."

"Coaches load at eight."

"Then we still have hours."

Natasha made a low sound of agreement and bit lightly at the soft shoulder.

Across the rug Priya sat up, looked at Marcus, and said, clear enough for the nearest bodies to hear:

"I’m not finished with you. Or with her." She nodded at the Accounting woman. "Or with the quiet one if he can still get it up."

Marcus huffed a rough laugh. "Give me ten minutes."

"You have five."

Sloane’s voice came from the coat-blanket, dry and spent and still sharp. "If we’re doing another full round, someone open a window. It smells like a locked gym in here."

No one opened a window.

Someone did unlock the door long enough to check the hallway, empty, dark, the retreat still officially asleep, and then locked it again.

The chair went back under the handle.

Kai felt his body stir again under Natasha’s thigh.

Priya crawled across the rug toward Kai and Natasha.

Marcus followed a minute later.

The Accounting woman opened her eyes and rolled onto her back in invitation.

Sloane watched them gather, then threw off the coat and came too, expression unreadable and intent.