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biffhofosho · 3 years ago

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Another Year Wilder | Part Two

Part One | Part Two

Word Count: 21k

A/N: Final Part. A DELUGE OF SMUT. LITERALLY NOTHING BUT.

Reality? I don’t know her. I only know an altverse where I write a gangbang, and MX immediately teases one in their latest album concept photos. SO YEAH, THIS IS HELL, WHERE I NOW LIVE.

Reminder: group sex/gangbang, boss(es)/employee relations, nothing but unprotected sex, blindfolds, spitroasting, blowjobs, facials, handjobs, fingering, multiple multiple creampies, just generally showered in cum omgwhy, dumbification, competitive fucking because why the fuck not, exhibitionism and voyeurism elements, manhandling, dom/sub elements, orgasm denial, possessiveness, sir kink, restrained by others (but most def not dubcon), so much fucking dirty talk, so so so much fucking praise, mild self-inflicted degradation lol, body worship, the loveliest aftercare (hey, she works fucking hard in this—she deserves it), probably other stuff because this is a shitshow.

The symphony of darkened voices poured like honey in her ears and clung just as persistently.

Jordana had to wet her mouth before she could even form words. “This is a lot to handle.”

“You have no idea,” laughed Hoseok before he yelped at what was no doubt somebody’s elbow in his ribs.

“It’s a lot to admit,” Hyunwoo said, his tone gentle but still heavy, “but if you want us, we want you.”

“We want to show you how special you are, especially on your birthday,” added Jooheon, with a squeeze of her wrist.

“So,” Changkyun said with his mouth beside her ear, “will you let us?”

It was hard to talk through her ragged breaths, but their silence gave her all the room she needed to catch what tatters she could. “Let you fuck me?”

“Please,” Hoseok begged. She felt his meaty hand squeeze her bare knee, and fire blazed a trail through her body straight to her already twitching cunt.

“How—how would we do this exactly?” she stammered. “You guys are a lot. I mean, there’s a lot of you and there’s also, you know, a lot of you.”

Minhyuk crowded out Jooheon at her side, no doubt sitting on his friend’s lap as he cuddled up along her side. He rested his chin on her shoulder and placed a kiss just under her jaw. “We’ll take good care of you, YoYo. It’s a game we all want to win, so if you need something, you just have to tell us.”

Changkyun had her other hand now, the back of it to his lips as he kissed every knuckle in time with his throaty words: “Any. Little. Thing.”

Kihyun, as always, stayed focused on the task at hand. “But that doesn’t mean you get to call all the shots, Jordana. Same rules apply as they did to the kissing game.”

“So the blindfold stays?” she said bitterly.

“That's right, beautiful. And no touching unless instructed to. If your hand’s not on a cock, you keep it above your head, understood?”

Jordana groaned, but this time, instead of frustration, it was out of lust.

She heard them shuffle into a corner and switch to their native Korean, so she couldn't understand a word of what they were planning, but she figured they were drawing lots or mounting some kind of strategy. When they came back, she caught the smile in Kihyun’s voice as he announced, “We're all agreed. Until you guess the name correctly, we’ll all be silent when we're inside you.”

Uncontrollably, Jordana’s back arched up from the couch as the sin was spoken out loud.

“Hey,” Changkyun snapped, “we’ve got it way worse. We can’t say anything that will let you know who’s fucking you until you guess correctly.”

“So you better hurry up,” Jooheon warned.

Kihyun added, “If you guess incorrectly twice, then the player reserves the right to claim a second round.”

“Oh my God,” Jordana whimpered and squeezed her thighs together.

“And if you can't take it now, he can give it to you later.”

Another arch and a moan from her rattled the picture frames on the walls.

“Do you agree?” Hyunwoo asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you understand?” Kihyun added.

“Yes!” she said more like a beg than a simple consent. “What if I guess correctly?”

The vice president hummed. “The rules loosen some for the remainder of that round. You’ll keep the blindfold on—we want you to feel us deep inside you—but everyone can have fun with you again and you can touch as you see fit.”

It was getting harder and harder to hear over the roar in her ears, but Jordana asked, “It doesn’t stop when I guess correctly?”

“Why would it? I told you, it’s only fair if everyone here gets a little win.”

Her mouth tasted like cotton. “So— So you— That means you plan on—”

She was frozen now, but Minhyuk didn’t mind as he rubbed his swollen lips pendulously across hers. “We’re all going to cum, but don’t worry—you’ll cum hardest, YoYo. We’ll see to it.”

This time when he kissed her in earnest, she kissed him back. She wanted to cup Minhyuk’s face and pull him closer, but Changkyun still had her one hand, only now he was sucking lightly on each fingertip while Jooheon had snatched back the hand she’d rested on his thigh and put it right back where it belonged, bumping precariously against the bulge in his pants.

When Minhyuk finally pulled back, Jordana gasped for air. She was uncomfortably wet and painfully aware of every inch of her own skin and how it was still untouched. Even sitting, she was dizzy.

“You can handle that, can’t you, Jordana?” Kihyun asked.

She didn’t think she had focus enough to answer, but she nodded on autopilot anyway, ready to agree to their every whim. “I can handle it all.”

A few groans interspersed the hums and the grunts around the room, and suddenly, Jordana remembered she had power here, too—that they were all waiting for her. She swallowed hard to wet her throat as she asked, “And you’re okay with… doing this here with each other?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” asked Changkyun.

“It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before,” Minhyuk added.

Jordana bit her lip. “So… you’ve done this kind of thing before?”

“Fuck, how cute is she?” said Jooheon as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek. “Are you worried we’ve found someone else to spoil? You want us all to yourself, don’t you?”

She could feel the skin at her collar rouge, and she tried to hide her face, but Jooheon wouldn’t let her until she answered. “I just— It sounds like you know what you’re doing.”

“We may have talked about it a few times,” Hyungwon admitted shyly.

Hoseok scoffed. “A few hundred times.”

“You talk about me like—like this?” Jordana said, absolutely stunned.

Two fingers marched up her forearm to her collar where they fanned out and played about the skin there until they loosely ringed her throat, directing all her attention to where she now sensed Minhyuk. “And that doesn’t include the time we’ve fantasized about you under our desks or pressed up against our office doors, but would you rather talk about that now or would you rather experience it? Even I’m getting a little tired of all the teasing, YoYo.”

He tipped her chin up so her mouth jutted open and she could barely mutter her agreement. Minhyuk let her go, and a whimper came tumbling out.

“Okay!” he continued brightly.

“Just one more question,” Jordana said. “What happens since I already know Hyunwoo’s going last?”

Whispers circulated around the room.

“How does she know that?” Hyungwon whispered.

Beside her, Jooheon started to answer, but she cut him off. “Because Hyunwoo always puts everyone else first. But I know the truth—it's really because he wants to be the one to leave the lasting impression.”

The tension deepened with the silence.

“You’re a good girl, Jordana,” the president said, kissing the top of her head. “When I take you, you can watch.”

Hyunwoo’s words sent a tremor through her. She was so turned on, it hurt. All she wanted was some relief, so she rubbed her thighs together for the merciful friction, but she should have known how carefully she was being scrutinized. Just because she couldn’t see them didn’t mean they weren’t studying her every move.

“Stand her up,” Kihyun ordered seconds before two sets of hands closed around Jordana’s arms and pulled her to the center of the room to stand shaking in a circle of men she couldn’t see. “She’s trying to get herself off before she even lets us have a chance.”

“That’s not—” she protested, but Kihyun shushed her.

“And she tells me I’m the one with the trust issues when she’s the one who doesn’t trust us to make her feel good, boys.”

Mortified, Jordana spun around awkwardly as she tried to reassure everyone it wasn’t true, but now they were just chuckling and teasing her, helping her spin until she was falling into their arms like she was some drunken harlot. Maybe she was. If she were, she didn’t want to sober up. Every embrace was warm and inviting and capped with quick, sloppy kisses and caresses until she was nothing but raw nerves and reckless energy.

At last, she tumbled against a tree trunk chest, and a pair of arms closed her in so the world finally stabilized. She recognized Hyunwoo at once, and she leaned back into his comforting presence. “Are you trying to make Jordana regret saying yes to us?”

“Oh, come on,” said Hoseok. “We’re just having some fun.”

Hyunwoo’s hand took up residence on the back of her head, and his fingers combed through her knot of curls. If it weren’t for the blindfold, it would have been sweet and reassuring, but that illusion of tenderness vanished with her ponytail as he pulled the tie from her hair and let her messy locks run wild.

Kihyun tugged her forward, but her legs quivered and she collapsed into his side as his arms encircled her. Jordana pictured his face—the crinkle at his brow knowing she was wrinkling his dress shirt—and a thrilling wave of fear washed through her.

“You’re awfully worked up, little one,” he said lowly. “You sure you’re only going to be able to handle us? There are a lot of very hard cocks in here for one tight, little pussy to take, no matter how eager she is.”

“Ki!” she whined with inflamed cheeks and heaving breasts. “I can’t believe you’d say that!”

“Now, is that what I asked you?”

��N-no.”

“Then I expect an answer.” Kihyun’s voice was smoky with intent as his thumb pressed heavily on Jordana’s clothed mound. “Are you sure this hot, hungry cunt of yours is going to be able to take all that we want to give you?”

“Yes!” she shouted as she fisted his shirt.

All of a sudden, she felt herself being passed off into another pair of hands and then another, like an assembly line of men eager to take their own piece of her, until she had no idea where she was in the room except to know she had landed in Hyunwoo’s arms. It was impossible to mistake the commanding way he held her, with one hand at the back of her head and the other clamped to her ass as though he intended to scoop her up. His lips dusted across her forehead as he spoke.

“We’re going to take it slow, okay? I promise. We’re all going to play nice with you—and with each other.” She could hear the note of warning in Hyunwoo’s voice, and no doubt, the other guys caught it, too. “If it’s too much, you tell us. No more keeping any secrets.”

Suddenly, his hand knotted in her newly-freed tendrils and pulled her head back so her mouth had to tip up to him. Her eyebrows bobbed above her blindfold as she protested weakly, “I haven’t been keeping secrets.”

“Oh, doll, yes, you have,” Changkyun scolded. He bookended her from behind, firm chest pressed against her back while his hard-on pressed into the top of her ass close to his friend’s hand, who refused to let go. Changkyun’s hands snaked around her to cup her breasts and squeeze them high and hard. “You’ve been keeping these a secret, haven’t you?”

Hyunwoo disappeared only to be replaced by a different questing hand.

“And this pretty pussy,” Hoseok reminded as his fingers skimmed along her inner thigh and glanced across her hidden recesses.

“Not a secret,” Jordana whimpered. “Just didn’t think anyone here wanted to see it.”

A universal groan of disapproval echoed throughout the room.

“How could she not know what she does to us?” asked Jooheon.

Hyungwon tutted. “It’s our fault. We should have told her how special she is and how much we want her.”

Hoseok hummed in agreement. “We’ve wasted so much time.”

“Could have been making our girl feel good instead of just talking about it,” lamented Minhyuk.

“We’ll make up for it now, okay, doll?” Changkyun whispered against her ear.

Jordana’s head was bobbing in a foggy sea of lust and other feelings too dangerous to name. Thick arms scooped her up, the grip now familiar, and Hoseok tossed her onto the doubled-bed to her little squeal. She landed with a bounce, skirt tousled high around her thighs, needles of desire pricking every square inch of skin. With her back on a bed, everything became unavoidably real.

Even with the blindfold on, Jordana could feel everyone looking at her. Instinctively, her hands moved to tug down her skirt until they were swatted away. She took a deep breath, and after a long, long exhale, she asked, “How do we start the game?”

“Let’s start simply,” Kihyun said. He was the master of the company schedule, and he was no different off the clock. “Let’s finally see that pussy we’ve all been fantasizing about.”

Jordana felt hands at her knees before they pried her legs wide open. A second later, her skirt was shoved up to stomach. Cold air bombarded her thighs, especially where her sticky desire had leaked out, and all the heat that had gathered under the suffocating fabric rushed into the air to a chorus of gasps.

“Fuck me,” Jooheon swore loudly.

Groans reverberated all around her, and the thought of being the center of all this attention was as exhilarating for Jordana as it was intimidating.

“Do you like to make us suffer, doll?” demanded Changkyun.

“No, I—”

“You didn’t mean it,” he said, finishing her thought. “I don’t believe that.”

“It’s true!”

“Now, I don’t believe that either, baby doll, and you know why?”

She swallowed hard. “Why?”

“Because if you didn’t secretly wish at least one of us would fuck you tonight, would you have worn a pair of the sexiest panties I’ve ever seen?” Changkyun fingered the baby blue satin ties bowed sweetly at her hips and sighed. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“This—this is how I dress every day.”

“So, you’re just walking around here every damn day hoping one of us will fuck you?” Jooheon shouted. “You mean I could have been bending you over my desk this whole time?”

“Why just yours?” demanded Hoseok.

“Fine,” the dimpled gamer continued, “I’ll bend her over yours, too.”

Jordana listened as the boys traded jealous pouts across her body like rival elk locking antlers until Hyunwoo put a stop to it with a tired “I said play nice.”

“It’s not my fault YoYo plays dirty,” whined Jooheon.

“I swear to god, if that bra matches…” growled Kihyun.

Someone yanked down the scoop neck on her shirt so that the baby blue quarter cups of her bra popped out. A band of white lace bridged her cleavage as her dark nipples jutted against the sheer fabric. She gasped as her chest thrust high to a chorus of murmurs.

There was Kihyun’s growl again, this time not in warning but in dark promise. “I’m going to ruin you, Jordana.”

The room went quiet, and Kihyun’s words filled the space between the heavy breaths of the heedless lovers in it. It was only fitting that he was the one to break the silence.

“Get that thing open. Now.”

Several hands raced to the clasps at the front of the garment to unlock the little gold close at the lace and then the sturdier one between both breasts. The moment it popped, her breasts bounded out, and there was only a second of adoration spared before hands unceremoniously roamed all over her body—in her hair, around her neck, tweaking her nipples and kneading her breasts, skimming up and down her thighs, and dusting over her clothed, swollen sex. It was like a tidal wave of stimulation, and Jordana thought her brain might short-circuit from all the lust.

“Someone likes all of our attention, doesn’t she?” marveled Hoseok. He pushed a fingertip more insistently against the seat of her underwear and then laughed. “Check this out, guys.”

“Wet right through,” tsked Kihyun.

“Such a needy little thing,” added Changkyun.

Whines and whimpers poured from her mouth, and the thrill of not knowing who was touching her fine-tuned every nerve ending in her body. She swore every man’s hands had traversed her thinly veiled core before Changkyun hummed.

“It’s your birthday, but we’re the ones who get to unwrap a present.”

“So lucky,” Hyungwon agreed.

Two sets of hands undid the bows on her hips, but it was nothing to the rush of hands that hurried to peel the last barrier between Jordana and the hungry men above her. Fingers flocked to her now bare flesh, probing and touching in a frenzy that made her mouth open but choked out any sound.

As the chaos tapered down to one orderly hand smearing her arousal around her puffy lower lips, silence fell, and worry as much as anticipation coursed through her veins. Her most intimate regions were laid bare for her coworkers, and she shivered with embarrassment. It wasn’t fair that they could see everything and she could see nothing, but by the same token, it ramped up the intensity of every glance of every fingertip.

“A Brazilian with a Brazilian,” groaned Minhyuk. “So sexy.”

“Shut up!” Jordana protested as she tightened her legs.

“No, angel, don’t hide from us,” Hyungwon said as they all parted her knees again. “We love how sexy you are.”

“We want to see you,” echoed Changkyun. “We can’t keep our eyes off of our pretty doll baby.”

Jordana writhed beneath them, electrified by their endless praise and base desires. Someone’s hand was working magic between her legs just by the smooth, rhythmic caresses it offered. She could feel her untouched clit jerk with every tidbit of pressure it stole from the steady strokes, and she whined.

“What a messy girl,” Hoseok marveled.

“Look, look!” Jooheon said, and she felt to fingers spread her core wide. She whimpered and jerked her hips, but a couple of guys held her still until she could feel scorching breath all over her thighs and core. “She just keeps dripping for us.”

“So messy,” echoed Hyungwon.

“So needy,” Kihyun corrected.

Changkyun clucked his tongue as he scooted the fabric out from underneath her. “These panties are absolutely ruined, YoYo. I may as well just keep them.”

“Why do you get to keep them? She moaned during my kiss!” argued Minhyuk. “I guarantee you I’m responsible for that.”

“Hey!” Jordana interjected. “Those were expensive. No one gets to keep them.”

“Really?” said Kihyun in a slow drawl as his finger marched purposefully up the seam of her sex. “You’re going to tell us what we can and can’t do when you’ve already offered up your pussy as our buffet? I don’t think so, Jordana.”

Hoseok was quick to soothe her as one of his large hands massaged her breast. “We’ll buy you a whole closet full of pretty lingerie, gorgeous.”

“You’ll—ah—you’ll just expect me to wear them all for you,” she squeaked before someone else’s finger sampled the wetness pooled at her entrance. A long moan tore through her as her body arched high off the bed, almost as though it had been electrified.

The finger delved in much deeper now, all the way to the knuckle, forcing Jordana’s body to stay arched as the decadence of such a sin tore her sensibilities to shreds.

“Are you going to tell us no?” Kihyun asked.

“Never!” she screamed this time as a thumb glossed over her sloppy, throbbing clit at last. The finger curled up ever so slightly before gliding back out, and Jordana collapsed in a pathetic heap in the sheets.

The shock of a silky tongue sliding along the length of her slit ripped a scream of delight from her throat before it disappeared with an appreciative wet smack of his lips.

“Damn,” Minhyuk said, a smile coloring his voice. “Skin like cinnamon and tastes just as spicy sweet. Just how I like it.”

A murmur rippled through the room—admiration and curses and raw, ragged longing crowding each other out. The next second, so many hands touched her pussy at once, stroking, rubbing, circling, flicking, it overrode every other sense. There were fingers inside her and on her clit and stroking her lips and painting her already obscene mess all over her thighs and mound. Their desire was insatiable and her greed was all-consuming, and before she knew it, her body was shaking.

“I think she's going to cum,” announced Hyungwon.

“Already?” Hoseok gaped, but it was too late.

Every muscle stiffened in Jordana’s body, and she cried out in sheer ecstasy. She tore fistfuls of sheets as she anchored herself against the onslaught of the relentless quake overtaking her limbs. Her mouth hung open as she flattened against the mattress and a river of arousal gushed humiliatingly between her legs.

“Holy fuck,” whispered Jooheon.

“I think we broke her,” Minhyuk laughed.

The mattress sank by her shoulder, and a hand was at Jordana’s brow now, mopping aside the sweat beads. Hyungwon’s distinctive baritone pooled into her ear as he asked, “You okay, YoYo?”

She laughed incredulously and ran a hand back through her hair. “Yeah. Yeah,” she panted. “I just— It's been so long.”

“That's fucking ridiculous,” snapped Hoseok. “A goddess like you should be fucked every day.”

“As many times and as many ways as you want,” Jooheon echoed.

She couldn't tell if they were being serious or just humoring her wounded ego, but either way it didn't matter. With their diligent fingers and ravenous mouths and hard cocks, they were going to remind her she was a beautiful woman.

“Fuck,” Jordana groaned. “I’ve never felt this way before. That was so fast, I don’t know what happened. I’ve never— Shit, I’ve never wanted anything so bad.”

“Same here,” said Hoseok, who was kneeling at her other side. He held her hand for a moment before he kissed it and then placed it over the desperate bulge at his sweatpants.

Following Hoseok’s lead, her hand was placed on another enticing hardness now, this one also straining through a pair of sweats, but Jordana knew this was Hyungwon. His voice was deeper than ever but still hesitant as he stammered, “I—I’ve never been this hard in my life.”

“Hyungwon?” she marveled as she traced his length in total awe. She had never expected such words from the man who was so meticulous in hiding his many assets, but they sent another wave of lust rocketing through her blood. “You’ve thought about me like… this?”

“How could anyone not desire you?” he murmured as his hand joined hers at his length. “I desire you. I need you every day.”

Jordana couldn’t even hide the tender hope in her voice. “You do?”

He picked up her hand, his lips rumbling across her pulse point as he added, “Mm. It’s hard to think when you smell this good and you look this delicious.”

There was a chorus of agreements as Hyungwon’s delicate fingers skirted along her hourglass now and splayed across her belly, his thumb glossing around her navel again and again. For a moment, Jordana forgot the other hands dancing along her thighs and over her folds, and she forgot that she was gripping Hoseok’s cock just as fervently. Hyungwon had thought about fucking her—they all had. She moaned again, this one low and appreciative.

“So, you’re going to be able to hang in here until I’m inside you, right?” her usually quiet coworker asked.

“I’ll take you so good, Wonnie, I promise,” she said and squeezed his hard dick.

“Strip her down,” Hyunwoo said abruptly, and the order coming from his lips made her hips undulate as much from pleasure as nerves. “I don’t want anything between us.”

Jordana had always had “fine tits and hips,” as her friend Bruna had constantly reminded her, and the older she had gotten, the fuller they’d become. She’d always been proud of her voluptuous figure—her soft belly and wicked hourglass—but after Carlos had left and no one else had filled his role, it was easier to find reasons why no one would want her. Now, they wanted to strip her? There was something extra intimidating about that. They would see everything—every feature, every flaw, every intimacy—and there would be nowhere to hide.

“I— Wait!” she said, and a dozen hands froze on her body. “What if we just leave the skirt on?”

“No can do, baby,” replied Jooheon. “We need all of you. No secrets, remember?”

Jordana worried her lip until Hoseok leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth. “Don’t worry, YoYo. You’re perfect. You’re gonna be so pretty laid out for us, yeah?”

His words in that gentle voice of his had her nodding as dumbly as a puppet. “Yeah…”

The hands were moving all over her again, gliding her shirt and bra from her chest and shimmying her skirt down her legs. Jordana was tugged across the bed, her ass perched at the edge with her legs dangling over the side. Someone started to ease her heels off before Hyunwoo said, “Those stay.”

The bodies that had warmed and comforted her on the bed disappeared, and she knew there was a line of seven men watching her just out of reach. Now completely naked and shivering with anticipation, she waited as ordered with her arms above her head. She caught Kihyun’s satisfied chuckle, and she knew she’d done a good job.

“You’re always such a good listener,” he hummed. “You do everything I tell you, Jordana. She’s such a good girl, isn’t she, boys?”

The rest of the men agreed enthusiastically, and suddenly, she didn’t feel so cold anymore.

“We’re almost ready for the first round, but let’s set the mood, shall we? Go ahead and grab one of those perky tits, Jordana.” She did, pulling the nipple stiff to a universal groan. Kihyun hummed again and continued, “Very good. Now, spread those legs nice and wide for us, and use that other hand to open up that pussy.”

Jordana was much more hesitant this time, if only because of the lewdness of the act, but all the same, her legs parted and her hand slithered down to her nexus, and with two fingers, she put herself on display for her bosses.

Hyungwon’s voice was deep and low, but it was so fucking quiet in the room that it was impossible to miss. “Ah, ssibal…”

The firm click of dress shoes telegraphed exactly who was approaching yet again, and Jordana trembled.

“Don’t move,” Kihyun said, but it wasn’t like she could anyway. She was frozen with excitement.

One finger nestled deeply between her folds as she held herself open for him while another pressed on her clit like a button. He held it there, content to let her squeeze him desperately in hopes of more friction.

“You’re going to take us bare, aren’t you, beautiful?” he asked.

Jordana could hear the whole room waiting with baited breath. She swallowed hard before she could answer. “I mean, there are a lot of you…”

“Yeah, but we already know what a good girl you are, and you know us so well, don’t you, Jordana? So well.” His finger was moving inside her now, shallow and slow but oh so good. “You know our bodies are our temples, right?”

“Yeah…” she said dreamily, and she did. Nobody took better care of themselves than her boys.

“So, what are you going to do?” Hyunwoo pressed closer with the same dark dominance his vice president possessed.

“I’m going to take you raw,” she murmured, and she heard knuckles crack.

“There’s our girl. And we can cum wherever we want?” Jooheon asked hopefully.

Jordana sighed, her head tipping back, her breast heaving in her hand. “Wherever you want.”

Suddenly, fingers tangled in her hair, and she was jerked upward, her lips dusting someone’s. Hyunwoo’s voice came tumbling out against her as he grunted, “That’s the right answer.”

He pulled back while Kihyun pulled his finger from the wanton woman to her wail of protest, but she didn’t move. She laid there as instructed, fingers still pinching her nipple and cunt still open and begging.

Quick paces thundered across the floor—a sound Jordana recognized too easily as Jooheon. His dramatic huffs accented each step. “She’s so greedy for cock. Come on! Her mouth’s wide open and her pussy’s throbbing. How much longer are we going to make her wait?”

“You mean how much longer are you going to have to wait?” laughed Hoseok.

“Shut up…” Jooheon protested weakly.

“That’s enough. You’re right, Jordana’s been a very obedient girl,” Kihyun said, pleased. “It’s time to start the game. Now, all of you, don’t forget—”

“Joohoney,” emphasized Minhyuk in his teasing lilt.

“—mind the rules. There’s no talking until Jordana’s made her guess or you’ll be penalized. After that, right or wrong, everyone can do as they wish to her until the player has cum.”

“Wherever we want,” Jooheon repeated, his friends’ barbs forgotten in the wake of the impending game.

Kihyun agreed. “Of course. But remember, while we all want to win a round, it’s Jordana’s birthday. Let’s take good care of her the way she always takes care of us.”

Understanding echoed around the room only to be replaced by tension, exponentially deepening thanks to the soft sounds of clothing pooling to the floor.

“Hands back over your head, doll,” Changkyun reminded.

Jordana complied, and even though she was showcasing less of herself now, suddenly, she felt very cold and exposed again. She needed someone to fill her up. Jooheon was right, every part of her was begging for it.

“Player One, you’re up,” the president said as he backed away from the bed.

There were no footsteps this time to give away her mystery man, so at the first stroke of palms over her knees, Jordana sucked in a ragged gasp. Smooth, naked hips settled between her legs, and the bare connection frazzled her mind. Without the frenzy of touches, she was left to focus on the unfiltered electricity of the lone man eager to fuck her.

One large hand settled on her mound, his thumb resting idly over her clit with clear intention. Meanwhile, his other hand nudged his cock against her cunt, teasing just enough to soak the head in her excitement. Jordana let out a little “ooh” at the thrill, and he was too impatient to tease her one second more.

He pushed inside her entrance, and the raw contact sent her arching up from the bed instantly. So naughty, so needy, so primal. She bared down on him with so much greed that he had no choice but push all the way in just to feed her insatiability for his cock.

As soon as his shaft bottomed out inside her wet walls, she heard an emphatic curse. “Oh, fuck!”

“Jooheon!” Jordana wailed, groping blindly for his wrist at her waist.

“Damn it, Honey!” scolded Changkyun. “You have to keep quiet until she guesses you right.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one inside her. She feels like fucking heaven.”

Minhyuk snorted. “Think of it this way, Kyun: now that she knows who’s inside her, we can all have fun.”

But the next thing Jordana knew, Jooheon was covering her like a blanket with his body. “No, wait, give me at least a few minutes with her by myself.”

Kihyun tutted though, an-all-too familiar sound that meant his friend would be losing this battle. “You heard the rules same as everybody else, Jooheon.”

With a long, low grumble, Jooheon straightened and secured Jordana’s heeled feet behind the small of his back, his length fitted snugly inside her heat. His hands skirted over her thighs and belly before they soared up to her tits and squeezed them both playfully for a minute as he said, “Just remember, you were mine first, YoYo.”

“Yours first,” she repeated numbly as she groped blindly ahead of her until she found his taut abs and stroked him encouragingly. “N-no wonder you were so, ah, eager. You’re so big.”

Jooheon moaned at her touch as well as her praise, and he thrust lazily in and out of her to savor the squeeze of her tight walls.

True to their words, the other men didn’t waste any more time. The bed dipped on either side of her, and two sets of hands guided Jordana’s own to two very hard cocks. Without her sight, she could only appreciate the strength of their desire for her; their lust was unbearable, scalding hot and aching for her attention, and she’d never felt so empowered.

Jordana gripped each man by the hilt and traced their lengths. One was thick and the other was curved deliciously upward, and her eyes rolled back beneath her blindfold at the realization that soon they would both be inside her. To the best of her ability, she tried to find a rhythm, but it was much harder than she thought with Jooheon working so smoothly between her legs. Every kiss of his hips to hers had her brain fogging and her mouth tumbling open with moans.

“Greedy, greedy girl, taking all that cock like a champ,” marveled Hoseok from somewhere close but not close enough. “Honey is making you feel so good, isn’t he?”

“So good. Nossa! I love it,” she murmured. “I love it so fucking much!”

“Gonna give it all to you,” Jooheon promised as his thumb slipped to the apex of her sex and rubbed in time with his powerful thrusts. The intensity of the touch was mind-numbing, and her hands stuttered around the other cocks she was working.

As Jordana had long imagined, Jooheon was very vocal. He grunted and growled without restraint, letting her know exactly what her body was doing to him.

“Never had pussy this good,” he whined. “Wanna fuck you forever, baby. Always wanna be inside you. Do you want that? Tell me you want it. Tell me you need it.”

“I need you, Honey. I need you fucking me so deep.”

“My baby girl likes it deep?”

“So deep.”

Jooheon snarled and slipped his hands like a basket under her ass, hoisting her up so his cock could drive down into her deep enough that Jordana could swear she could taste it. Her grip tightened around the two men she was stroking, and they hissed and groaned until the curved cock pulled back quickly from her.

“Shit, almost came,” Changkyun muttered, leaving her side free for only a second before Jooheon crashed on top of her, his thick lips against her ear.

“Keep moaning, baby,” he whispered. “Yes, that's it. Nice and loud. I don't want them to hear me, okay?”

Jordana's moaning ratcheted up, and, at first, she figured it was to feed his ego and prove to the competition he would be the superior fuck, but under her gasps and pleadings and the sloppy sounds of sex, she heard his gruff, determined voice.

“That's my baby girl. So sexy. Wanted you so bad for so long. Mm, can’t focus when you’re near me. Can’t think about anything else. Only you, baby. Can you feel it? Can you feel how much I need you?”

“Yes…” she hissed.

Her hands abandoned the other cock beside her so her nails could rake down Jooheon’s sweaty back until they reached his hips. Jordana didn’t hold back; she scratched hard because she knew Jooheon would like it. She knew tomorrow he’d parade around the office with his shirt off for the others to see what she’d done to him. His hiss and stutter inside her was all she needed for him to confirm her impressions.

His hips were driving faster now, with noisy, wet slaps that guaranteed he’d need a long shower to wash away her craving for him.

“Carlos never fucked me like this,” she said, tears in the corners of her eyes.

“That’s because he was a boy. You need a man, YoYo, one who knows how to stretch out a pussy this tight.”

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered as her head collapsed back onto the bed.

“Wanna make them know you’re mine. Show ‘em. Show ‘em how I make you feel.”

Jordana could hear it in his voice. Jooheon was mad with lust, needy and desperate and somehow vulnerable, and something about the combination drew an ache from deep in her belly, something feral and primitive, something that couldn’t be sounded in words but only in a scream of absolute ecstasy. Her chest collided with Jooheon’s as she arched high with an earth-shaking climax. Her heels scraped the top of his ass as she constricted around him, and her walls spasmed and begged.

More. Deeper. Put it here.

He whined at her ear, so sexy and high. “That’s it, pretty baby. Yeah, so sweet, I can feel you so good. Such a good girl taking me how you’re meant to.”

“Meant to…” she mumbled, too blissed out to even process any of the dirty things he was saying.

“Gonna cum inside you, baby. Wanna fill you up.”

Jordana’s hands clawed at Jooheon’s forearms as her heels ground insistently against him. “God, yes, give it to me so good, Honey. Give it all to me. Meant to…”

“Tell them you want my cum.”

She threw her head back, hips open and tipped up to receive his load. “I want your cum!”

Jooheon’s voice was so high, he was practically singing as his hips crushed to hers, and with a few deep pumps, he unloaded inside her greedy walls. Spurt after spurt of his seed gushed inside her to a soundtrack of his pathetic whimpers until at last he collapsed on top of her. Their bodies clashed as their chests heaved erratically.

Jooheon panted and nibbled at Jordana’s breast weakly. “Quit it.”

“Quit what?” she asked.

“You know what. You keep squeezing me.”

“Well, it’s not like I can help it. You feel too good,” she grumbled under her breath, but still she felt his smile against her chest. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

“Never,” Jooheon whispered before he engulfed her nipple and suckled so hard, her walls constricted again, and he sucked harder.

“Okay, that’s enough,” scolded Kihyun, and a firm slap resounded in the room. “Let someone else have a turn.”

Jooheon’s wails were instantaneous and very, very dramatic. “Aw, come on, I’m just getting started.”

“You’re such a glutton, Honey,” Minhyuk laughed.

“You’ll see. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life,” his friend confessed before he lifted up just enough to kiss Jordana’s lips in a soft thank you she felt deep in her core.

“I’m going to miss you,” she whispered teasingly, and Jooheon growled.

“Damn game and damn players. Some friends you are, making me give her up before I’m ready.”

Hyungwon groused. “Like you’ll ever be ready. You’d just as soon fall asleep inside her.”

“And you wouldn’t? Good luck following that.”

Jooheon stood up, eased her legs back down, and pulled out to a shared hiss. A sticky mess of arousal poured from her heat like honey, and the shared groan shook like a tremor through the room.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” mumbled Hoseok.

“Damn, her pussy’s actually throbbing. Look, you can see it,” Minhyuk marveled, and she could hear him rubbing his hands together or maybe just stroking his cock.

“Our little doll takes cum so well,” Changkyun agreed. “Wonder how much we can fill her with.”

A short, emphatic “fuck…” was all she heard from her gentle, reserved Hyungwon.

Jordana’s head was spinning. It should have been humiliating, letting seven men watch her spent body drip with her indecency, but it wasn’t. The intoxicating cocktail of sensation, attention, praise, and deprivation had her drunker than the beers she’d knocked back and hungrier than she could ever remember. Her skin itched under their relentless stares, and her body chilled at her emptiness.

“Please,” she said, “I’m so cold. I need you.”

Though her hands were once again stowed where they belonged over her head, it was an open invitation, and despite the order they were expected to follow, she heard the collective lurch for her before Hyunwoo tsked.

“Rules, gentlemen.”

“Oh, come on!” argued Hoseok. “She needs us.”

“And she’ll have us, exactly as we promised. It will be worth the wait, won’t it, Jordana?”

Hyunwoo’s voice was deep and rumbly with a hypnotic current in it. If she hadn’t been laying down, she would be swaying to it. Her cunt tightened, and a fresh rush of Jooheon’s cum leaked out to another collective groan that only intensified as her body squirmed and words spilled from her lips:

“Yes, sir.”

Jordana heard someone’s teeth set on razor’s edge before two men grabbed her arms and helped her to her feet. They spun her in a slow circle on her wobbly legs, and once they were done, they placed her hands on the edge of the bed. Fingers skirted down her right leg, not missing an inch of skin despite their clear mission, until they reached her ankle to guide her into a wider stance. This time, when the fingers raced back up, they were less well-behaved, stopping at the crest of her thighs to graze of her puffy lips. As she whined, she caught Changkyun’s soft “Jenjang…” somewhere behind her. Though no else spoke, the room felt very loud—more clothes puddling on the floor, fists racing over hard dicks, grunts rumbling through chests.

This time, a different hand rested on the swell of her ass, kneading the eager flesh for a moment before it sailed up her spine to rest between her shoulders and force her into a deep bend. She waited like that for what felt like ages, presenting once again for her audience. Cold air teased at her sopping entrance until, at last, the flushed head of a fresh cock did.

“Yes, please,” Jordana begged. “Please fuck me.”

Long fingers settled around her waist and held her in place as her new lover dipped his tip in and out of her tight hole, quick but shallow, just enough to drive her mad. She wanted him sheathed inside her. She wanted him whining and groveling as much as she was right now. She wanted him to be as desperate for her as she was for him.

But he was resolute. Just a little, just a little. Quick enough to stoke a delicious friction that was sure to catch fire with the one full plunge which she wasn’t allowed to have. The teasing was unbearable if only because it was turning her on more and more with every little stroke. Her body vibrated with the sloppy, wet sounds of greed, but it was nothing to the begs that poured senselessly from her mouth.

“No. No, I want it so bad. Can’t you give me more? Pela amor de deus, por favor! Please!”

At last, her lover crumbled, and he pulled Jordana’s hips emphatically back to his. His nails dug into her soft flesh until she felt like she might bruise, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. He felt too good—so fucking good—and her walls clenched around him on the precipice of a tremendous new climax.

A smug laugh echoed from somewhere nearby, probably the couch but definitely from Jooheon. “Yeah, exactly. See? Everyone wants to make fun of me until they’re inside her. She’s fucking perfect, isn’t she? Well, she was mine first. Go ahead and fuck my cum deeper into her.”

Jooheon’s unexpectedly filthy words stilled her lover inside her as she crooned the dimpled man’s name.

“You guessed incorrectly,” came the long, low rumble of Hyunwoo’s voice.

Jordana started to protest, but whoever was fucking her had his cock pressed so deeply inside her that she felt full of him—too full to even speak. It was like she was made for the express purpose of warming his hard length whenever he needed it.

When he’d had his fill of her heat strangling his manhood, the man behind her pulled out to his tip and switched to fucking her hard, so hard Jordana’s arms folded and her face hit the mattress. From there, he set a frenzied pace that sent her right to peak of her climax and kept her thrumming at its precipice. Her arms shook while her head dropped and her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out as she panted.

She heard the smile in Hyunwoo’s voice far too close to her ear. “You were saying?”

“She wasn’t guessing,” Jooheon answered with an even bigger smile in his. “She was wishing it was me still fucking her.”

A chorus of scoffs and groans picked up around the room before Hyunwoo silenced them all. “You’re only ruining your game for yourselves. If you want any one-on-one time with our private vixen, I suggest you stop giving yourselves away.”

But it didn’t matter. Jordana knew without another sound who was effortlessly edging her.

“Minhyuk!”

His reaction was instantaneous. His hand hooked around her throat, his thumb thrusting her chin up along with her body until her back was flat against his chest and his other hand groping her breast.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he hissed as he drove his cock up into her more determinedly. “This pussy’s going to be the death of me, sweetheart. Wished you’d guessed wrong one more time so I could take you again whenever I want for a whole week.”

Jordana yearned to see his face. She bet there was a snarl there twisting up his pretty lips as his hunger for his climax escalated. Maybe that little crease above his nose was back as he pumped hard and fast into her heat. His eyes were probably narrowed, on their way to closed as he savored the way her walls squeezed his length.

His grip around her neck was firm, but slowly, it drew down her skin, smearing the sheen of sweat there and in her collar bone.

“Good, good,” Minhyuk murmured. “So good for me. Now, suck, you little minx.”

His fingers were at her lips now, dipping in as she immediately lavished them with her tongue. They were salty with her sweat and smooth from his meticulous skin care. Jordana could have sucked them forever, but he pulled them out quickly and pinched her nipple with the wet tips. She cried out and he chuckled.

“Looks like you’re ready to be shared,” he sighed. “Guess I have to.”

Minhyuk bent her back over and tugged her roughly against his hips, spearing her on his dick and holding her there while her mouth fell open in a silent scream, and this time, her lips bumped against something decidedly bigger than a finger.

“Finally,” someone groaned nearby, and again, more hands were on her, some gliding down her back, some reaching under to grope her tits, some brushing back her wild hair from her face.

The player before her smeared his hot manhood on her sagging bottom lip, asking for entrance. Jordana’s tongue unfurled and lapped at the weeping head without a second thought. Fresh salt and sweat bloomed across her taste buds as she sampled the full girth of the man before her. She didn’t know who it was and she didn’t care. The mystery made every swirl of her tongue that much more illicit, that much more intoxicating, she could cum just like that—swallowing cock from both ends.

Behind her, Minhyuk thrusted again, and Jordana lurched forward, gobbling up the length of the man between her arms. Her nails dug reflexively into his rock-hard ass, and her nose bumped a smooth pelvis as she choked on his cock. She knew instantly that it was Hoseok.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Minhyuk spat. “That’s so hot.”

Minhyuk fucked her a little faster now, pistoning her over Hoseok’s length as he grunted and praised her.

“Doesn’t Hoseok taste so good? Yeah, he does, doesn’t he? You’re squeezing me so tight, I know you’re loving it. I can’t believe you can fit that big cock in your mouth.”

The best Jordana could do was gargle around the thick intrusion between her lips. She was loving it. She was loving it too much. She wasn’t going to last, and from the tremor in her legs, her undoing was inevitable and catastrophic.

“Oh, shit, she’s gonna cum,” Minhyuk warned. “Wonnie, rub her clit. Hurry.”

Hyungwon’s long fingers now glided underneath her and fumbled for only a second to find her shuddering hill and rub in swift circles.

“Give it to us, angel,” he whispered in his filthy gravel alongside her ear. “Come on, I know you can.”

“She likes it deep,” Jooheon interjected. “Go deeper, come on!”

Between her shameless slobbering, her soaking cunt, and Minhyuk’s pathetic whines, the sultry RnB took a backseat to the soundtrack of hedonism. With her mouth stuffed full, Jordana couldn’t warn them of her climax. Instead, her body spooled like a swing twisting tighter and tighter until it couldn’t twist anymore, and then everything unraveled.

“Fuck! So tight,” Minhyuk shouted, one of his hands unintentionally scratching down her back as he fucked her through her peak.

Her mouth sagged around Hoseok as her breath hitched pathetically. Her legs shook in her heels, and if the men hadn’t been holding her up, she would have fallen. Even with them holding her, Jordana was falling. Down, down, down. Head first into a pool of pleasure. Everything was white and white-hot, and with Minhyuk fucking her so good, it wasn’t cooling down.

“Move, move, move!” he demanded as he slipped out suddenly and shuffled to her face. “Pull her back. Hold her.”

Someone roughly jerked Jordana back from the bed frame and held her, still bent in half, with a strong arm bracing under her tits.

“Lift her face up,” Minhyuk said. “Hurry!”

Someone yanked her hair back to her hiss of pained excitement. Meanwhile, Minhyuk’s fist made perverse sounds as it raced over his sloppy length, and only a moment later, a shower of hot cum splattered across her lips, tongue, cheek, and hair.

“Oh shit,” hissed Changkyun, and the next thing Jordana knew, another splash of seed bathed the side of her face, too.

“That was my favorite tie,” Hyunwoo grumbled. “I’m taking that out of your bonuses.”

“Worth it,” Minhyuk sighed.

“What the fuck, Kyun?” clucked Hyungwon. “You couldn’t wait your turn?”

Changkyun scoffed. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be ready, and then you’ll all be complaining about how long I can fuck our pretty doll.”

“So pretty,” drawled Minhyuk as he bent down to Jordana’s slumped height. She could feel his hot breaths drying his masterpiece on her brown skin. He hummed sweetly, kissed her lips lightly, and then gathered their messy releases on two of his fingers. With her mouth already open, he slipped his fingers in and whispered, “Here, sweetheart. Eat up.”

Jordana curled her tongue around them and sucked diligently, and as soon as they were clean, Minhyuk repeated the process until her face was clear but sticky. Someone growled while someone else gave her ass a spank good enough to make her moan around Minhyuk’s fingers on their last pass.

“I can’t stand up anymore,” she admitted through ragged breaths.

“You don’t need to. The next player would like you on top,” Hyunwoo said. “But since you can't touch, you’ll have help. To save them from giving themselves away, you will listen to me for any instructions, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

The bed creaked as her next lover climbed on, and before she could move, someone scooped her up and with the help of two others, they straddled her leg over powerful hips. An impossibly hard member pressed proudly against her belly, and out of reflex, her hands feathered over it. She recognized it as the thick cock that had been in her hands first and then her mouth only moments ago—Hoseok’s cock—and a shiver of excitement rippled through her at the thought of burying it deep inside her.

“We said no touching until you've guessed correctly. If you’re not going to listen anymore,” said Kihyun with a dangerous tremor in his voice, “then maybe we’ll hire another girl who will, and we’ll play our games with her. Is that what you want?”

Panic overtook her. Jordana looked frantically around the room though she could see nothing but the shades of her own fear. “Não! Não, não, não! Por favor! What do you want me to do? I’ll do it.”

“You sound pretty desperate, Jordana,” Hyunwoo observed.

“Yes, yes! Anything, just don’t leave me!”

The president hummed and his vice president concurred.

“Get to riding then, beautiful,” said Kihyun.

A hand pressed into her back to tip her hips up and expose her entrance to the man beneath her. A second later, she felt the tender head of Hoseok’s cock spread her wide open. He pressed in slowly as the longest moan she'd ever unleashed in her life tumbled from her lips. Jordana wasn’t sure how she would have taken him if she hadn’t already been fucked and soaking.

“Oh god, fuck…” she groaned as several hands guided her lower and lower on Hoseok’s dick. “Eita porra, so big…”

“Take all of him, Jordana,” Hyunwoo ordered. “We know you can.”

“So big, so big, so big,” she murmured until at last her tight walls engulfed his full length. She was so filled, her head tipped back and her mouth hung open as she gasped for breath.

“You okay, baby?” Jooheon asked beside her.

“Mm, yeah. So good.”

“You can hold on to me as you ride him, okay?”

“Mm-hm,” whimpered Jordana as she shuffled into a sturdier position on the sides of Hoseok’s hips. She braced tightly with her knees and, thanks to her grip on Jooheon’s bicep, pushed up slowly. Fat and eager, Hoseok’s cock stretched her out in vision-whitening ways so that she couldn’t think about anything else but being filled by him.

When Jordana got to his tip, she sank back down just as slowly, and it felt like the first stretch all over again. With nothing else to focus on but the intensity, fireworks erupted behind the blindfold. She trembled with every slow rock, and even holding on to Jooheon wasn’t enough of an anchor against the pleasure Hoseok’s dick generated.

Her other hand groped wildly for anything other than the delicious abs she knew were just below until she felt the bed dip as someone else climbed on. Whoever it was said nothing, but regardless, he grabbed her free hand and placed it on his shoulder. Steadier now, Jordana could ride more fervently, which teased stiff little puffs of breath from the man beneath her.

“Do you know who it is?” Hyunwoo asked, but it sounded more like a statement. He knew she knew.

But, by the same token, Jordana didn’t want her time with Hoseok to end so quickly, not when she had him all to herself beneath her. She shook her head, and Kihyun tsked.

“And now we’re lying,” the vice president said. “Spoiling you has been a mistake. I can’t wait to teach our naughty girl some manners.”

“Kihyun…” she whined, and now Hyunwoo tsked.

“Wrong answer again, Jordana.”

“No, I—”

“Don’t argue,” said president in a voice black as ink. “Just ride that cock.”

She could never argue with Hyunwoo when his tone was that commanding. It sent sparks straight to her walls, and they seized around Hoseok’s cock. She could hear him choke back a grateful moan, and Jordana’s mind frayed further.

Her chest heaved. Her muscles ached. Her core throbbed. Fatigue had settled into her limbs, dragging her ass flat against Hoseok’s thighs as she switched to a greedy grind that had him caressing all of her most sensitive recesses. More fireworks now, this time with a gathering need in her belly. She wouldn’t be able to handle much more of this, not without cumming with an ear-piercing scream.

Jordana dug her nails into the other boys’ shoulders as she swirled her hips, but it wasn’t what she really wanted. Keeping secrets was tiring, especially when all she wanted was to run her hands all over muscles she had fantasized about since the time she’d accidentally walked in on Hoseok shirtless in the company gym.

“Say it,” Kihyun egged on from beside her, and she realized he was the other man she was holding onto. “Say it, beautiful. Whose dick are you riding? Who’s making you feel this good? Let him know.”

Jordana released both men’s shoulders and pitched forward, her chest colliding with the slab of marble beneath her as she howled Hoseok’s name. She strung a pennant of kisses along his collar as his arms captured her in a bear hug, and she hummed contentedly. “Sorry to make you wait.”

“I’d wait forever for you, princess,” Hoseok said with a kiss to her crown.

Jordana smiled and slowly pushed back up as she said, “Let me make it up to you, pretty baby.”

She felt the way Hoseok throbbed inside her at the nickname, and the game suddenly changed.

She seated herself firmly in his saddle once again, but this time she planned to use the full breadth of luxury Hoseok could offer. Jordana massaged his pectorals first, groping and flicking her thumbs over his nipples. Beneath her, he sucked in a breath through his teeth and arched his chest higher into her hands.

She’d been in the dark all night and even if she still technically was, she felt like she could see everything clearly. A thrill of power coursed through her, spurring her hips in more determined circles and tempting her nails to mark up Hoseok’s pretty skin so she could remember everything they’d done together once she could finally see again. Her hand rested over her mound has she pictured him splitting her wider and wider.

“Can you feel me, princess?” Hoseok said between grunts.

“You’re all I can feel. Fuck, so good, Hoseok!”

His muscles contracted with every scrape of her nails, and for a moment, nothing had ever felt sexier. As shamelessly as Jordana dripped with lust for these powerful men, they were just as needy for her.

As if they wanted to underscore that thought, both men beside her guided her hands from Hoseok’s chest to their hard-ons. She almost complained about missing Hoseok’s hard body, but Kihyun would never have allowed it, and she already knew she was going to be in trouble when it was his turn. Instead, she divided her attention between stroking both men as best she could as she stuttered erratically on Hoseok’s dick. It was hard work, and she was so tired, but they let her shower her affection on them as best she could.

The bed dipped again, this time behind her, and she felt hands encircle her ribs before they pulled her back against a broad and fully dressed chest.

Hyunwoo.

As far as Jordana could tell, it was the first time he’d touched her since their last kiss, and his touch was searing even with the barrier of clothes still between them. His large hands cradled the underside of her breasts before engulfing them. In his grip, she felt safe and steady, like she could take on everything, until his grip changed for the more devious. He flicked and pinched her nipples, sending pangs of ecstasy to her core, which made Hoseok squirm beneath her.

Hyunwoo pressed his lips to her ear and murmured, “Let me help you.”

His hands slid down her hourglass to her hips, where he clasped her with clear intention. Jordana held her breath.

And just like that, her boss was fucking her onto his friend’s cock. Hyunwoo rocked her back and forth at first, each sweep generating sumptuous friction on her clit, until he finally deemed her ready to bounce on Hoseok again. With Hyunwoo’s help, she could take Hoseok’s length properly without losing her precious grip on Kihyun and Jooheon.

Moan after lascivious moan bubbled up from her core as Jordana gave herself over to the intoxicating blend of wrong and right these men offered her. It didn’t matter how taboo this was, how she could never tell a soul about what they’d done—it only made her hotter. She had never felt so desired, so loved.

“More, more,” she wailed as the trembling of the next wave of arousal marshalled between her legs.

She felt Hyunwoo pat Hoseok’s thigh as Hyunwoo said, “She’s ready for you.”

The next thing she knew, the president suspended her at the tip of Hoseok’s cock so the muscular man beneath her could piston rapidly up into her. The thickness of his manhood, the friction from his fucking, the grip of her boss at her waist—it was thrilling to the point of overwhelming. Even after the intense releases she’d already had, if they kept this up much longer, Jordana was going to cum again, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle it so soon.

“Damn, I edged myself too much,” Hoseok grunted. “I can’t hold on much longer. Wanted to make you cum first…”

Relieved, Jordana shook her head emphatically before she stroked his chest and teased one of his rigid nipples. “You must be so ready to cum, huh, pretty baby? Bet it hurts, poor thing. You’ll feel so good if you just cum inside me. Come on, let go for me. I want you to fill me up. Give it all to me, Hoseok.”

His name in her rich accent did it. In his luscious, candy-coated voice, he moaned and, with his full strength, grabbed her waist, overlapping with Hyunwoo’s hands while bruising and branding and begging all in a touch. Jooheon and Kihyun placed their hands on her shoulders now so that all four of them pressed her deeply onto Hoseok’s seizing member until it felt like he was in her stomach. Jordana cried out, and Hoseok shot his seed into her most secret recesses with whines so desperate, she nearly came after all.

At last, her three supporters let her go, and she immediately collapsed onto Hoseok, where, despite his exhaustion, he wrapped his arms around her and sealed their bodies with a kiss of sweat.

Sex swirled in the air while the springs in the mattress creaked and lungs heaved for breath. There was no escape from the mire of sin they’d all waded into, not that Jordana wanted to. Being in Hoseok’s arms, no matter how sweaty, felt so natural and safe. Maybe it was her inner cavewoman speaking, but a sabretooth tiger could storm in here, and she trusted Hoseok could take it out with one flick of his fingers.

Despite the blindfold, she closed her eyes and felt herself drifting. Hoseok must have felt it, too, because he asked, “You want a break, YoYo?”

She nodded her cheek against his massive pectoral as she said, “Just need a minute.”

“Here,” Hyunwoo said as his arms closed around her ribs and tried to lift her up.

“Aw, she can sleep here!” Hoseok protested with a tightening of his arms, but the president grunted in disapproval.

“Hoseok...”

The boss’s warning was as unmistakable as it was irrefutable. Reluctantly, Hoseok unspooled his arms from her and let Hyunwoo lift her up. The moment she glided off Hoseok’s cock, a rush of his release dribbled out of her, dripping down onto his hips, and the room collectively groaned so hard, her bones shook.

“Joj-dwaesseo…” mumbled Hyungwon.

“Damnit,” cursed Jooheon, and she heard him scurry out of the room, the bathroom door slamming behind him.

Hoseok clambered off the bed, leaving Jordana alone, exposed, and used for everyone’s view. At this point, it wasn’t the shame of the display that prickled her skin but the sudden bout of loneliness from laying there untouched. By now, Jordana was addicted to their attention, and not being able to feel it was making her skin itchy.

But time ticked by without an ounce of mercy for her. She writhed on the sheets, her own hands tightening over her breast and sticky mound in the absence of anyone else.

“Someone please touch me,” she pleaded. “I can’t take this.”

Jordana heard a lot of shifting and a few whispers that were still too quiet to make out before hands were all over her again in a confusing mess. Someone’s tongue was in her mouth and another’s was curled around her nipple. The musk of debauchery draped over the players like a blanket, pressing them all closer and closer together.

Just like that, the hands and mouths disappeared. Someone jerked her legs wide, thumbs massaging the tender flesh above her knees.

“Kihyun!” she shouted.

His voice was gruff and stern as he said, “How did you know?”

“I knew the moment everyone backed off. You want me all to yourself. You want to control how much pleasure I get.”

“Mm, you’re a piece of work, Jordana. First, you disobey, then you lie, and now you don't even give me the courtesy of the same lie. Everyone's allowed to have a piece of you now and none just for me. What am I supposed to do with you?”

“I'm sorry,” she blubbered, clinging to his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Kihyun brushed her wild, fucked-out curls behind her ear and said smoothly, “I’m not upset. I’m disappointed, hm?”

Jordana nodded, understanding. There was something about Kihyun that made her yearn to be possessed by him, too. She tried for the most pitiful voice she could manage—and it wasn’t hard because that’s exactly how she felt with his hands framing her cheeks—as she said, “I’m really, really sorry.”

“I know, beautiful, I know. Let’s make it right. You want to break rules, so will I. Gentlemen, I need you to back up.”

“Hyung!” protested Jooheon. “Kihyun’s cheating.”

“He made the rules, he can break them,” Hyunwoo informed, and his edicts were always followed. Most of the griping died down instantly as everyone shuffled back from the edge of the bed.

Kihyun ran his thumb over the arc of her high cheekbone as he said, “Good. Now, Jordana, as I'm sure you remember, we have a few more players still to go, but they're not going to be able to play until you make things right with me. That includes your boss, as I'm sure you remember.”

“I remember,” she answered, tilting her head in the direction she thought she sensed Hyunwoo.

“And you remember he wants to be the one to leave the last impression, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Good. In this office, when we make a mistake, we fix it and beg for forgiveness, okay?”

Jordana didn’t waste a heartbeat. She sat up on her elbows and pressed her lips to Kihyun’s chest, happy to find he’d shed that conservative dress shirt in favor of his warm, salty skin. Between each sloppy, grateful kiss, she said, “I’m sorry I tried to ruin all your fun, sir. I didn’t mean it. I was just so excited for your cock. I’ll be so good for you. I’ll do whatever you say now. Please take whatever you want from me. I want you to have it all.”

Even through the blindfold, the intensity of her coworkers’ stares silenced both the sensual background music and the thrumming of Jordana’s heart. She could feel in the pit of her belly that she’d pleased them all with her words, and the heat from her obedience unleashed a fresh trickle of arousal between her thighs, drenching the sheets.

Kihyun hummed as he patted her head. “What a good listener you’re becoming. Are you ready for me to make you mine?”

“Yes, sir. I’m yours.”

“So, so good, Jordana. Why don’t you get on your hands and knees for me.”

Despite her exhaustion, Jordana could hardly wait to follow his every order, and she hurried into position, pressing back with her eager ass. She cast a glance back over her shoulder, relying on her pouty bottom lip to convey her excitement since she was still a slave to the god-forsaken blindfold. She bit her lip and begged, “Please take me hard and fast, Ki.”

“I'll take you how I want to take you,” he snapped as he grabbed a handful of her rump. “Lucky for you, I just so happen to want you hard and fast.”

She felt the insistent head of the vice president’s hard-on soak itself in her messy folds, and she trembled so hard, her elbows buckled before she struggled back up onto all fours.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Kihyun growled.

“I knew that’s how you’d like me, sir, wet and ready for you.”

“You know us so well, beautiful. I’m very proud of you.”

His praise went straight to Jordana’s core, so when he pushed in, all he could do was swear at how tight she was. Jordana fell to the mattress the instant he parted her velvet walls, howling into the covers at the electricity between them.

“Get up, Jordana. Let them all hear you.”

With a cry, she forced herself back up against pleasure mounting with every smooth thrust of Kihyun’s cock inside her. The more of himself he gave her, the further she slipped into a blank headspace, where her mouth hung open making noises that were barely human. The only thing she could manage this mindlessly was pushing back to meet his every plunge as her body yearned for more, more, more…

“You feel so nice, YoYo, so nice.”

She’d never heard either of her bosses use the staff nickname for her, and something about it made her heart throb in time with her core.

“Do you feel desired, beautiful?”

“Fuck, yes…”

“Do you feel good?”

“S-so good,” she murmured.

The vice president grunted as his hands tightened on her hips. “Who’s making you feel this good?”

“Only Kihyun, ah!”

“You’re slurring your words, beautiful. You can barely talk riding my dick. Am I fucking you that good?”

But Jordana really couldn’t think anymore. While Kihyun rubbed so diligently against that one knuckle-tightening spot inside her, nonsense dribbled from her lips the way she expected drool to at any second. Her body was on autopilot. She pistoned herself on his length until he stopped moving all together and let her seek her pleasure on him.

Kihyun laughed behind her. “So eager to cum for me. Should we save some for the rest of the boys? Still a lot to go.”

Jordana knew what he wanted. A man like Kihyun wanted her singular attention, and he always found a way to get it, but words were getting harder and harder to form as he kept her thrumming on the cusp of ecstasy. Still, he would be disappointed if she didn’t acknowledge him the way he deserved to be acknowledged.

“Want to be good for you, sir, so good for you…”

“God, I love—your cunt,” he stammered. “Time to make it all mine.”

“Yours…”

He stroked a hand down her curved spine and settled into a comfortable home at the crest of her ass to steady her for his more ferocious fucking.

“Insatiable girl,” he growled as he rode her relentlessly. “Can’t get enough.”

Jordana nodded stupidly, her brain empty of all things but gratification. She was seconds away from another mind-numbing orgasm, and inhibitions had been lost hours ago. “Never enough. I’m the company whore!”

Suddenly, Kihyun slowed to a stop. His hands kneaded the swell of her ass before he pulled her cheeks apart to get a clear view of her hole swallowing his member. His thumb stroked the plush of her cheek despite how firm his voice was.

“Squeeze me as hard as you can.”

Jordana contracted every muscle she could until it felt like she was drawing Kihyun deeper and forever into her. He gripped her ass so hard she wondered if she’d be able to sit after this, but the pain disappeared in the rush of warmth that spread throughout her walls as he unloaded inside her. Not even a second later, someone else’s cum splattered against her back, too.

“Sorry about that, YoYo,” said Minhyuk, surprisingly bashful. She collapsed onto the mattress and, a moment later, she felt the edge of the sheet scrub her back dry before someone rolled her over.

Kihyun pressed his lips against hers in a not-quite kiss, like he wanted her to feel his words as much as he wanted to keep them from the others’ prying ears, as he whispered, “If you ever want that orgasm I denied you, you'll have to come to my office to collect.”

“Minha nossa Senhora…” Jordana whimpered, her body actually quivering from head to toe.

That was twice now she’d been close to release, and twice she hadn’t received it. The first time had been merciful and the second cruel, and even though her body was well-used and abused, her muscles were still tight with the anticipation of the climax they’d been promised.

“Poor baby looks so tired,” Hoseok observed as he ran his big hand over her cheek.

“Kihyun, you dick,” groused Hyungwon. “You could have been a little gentler.”

The vice president tutted. “You do what you want on your turn. The rest is between Jordana and me.”

“Let’s get you under the covers, Jordana,” Hyunwoo said to her as he eased her up the length of the bed and propped up the pillows behind her before laying the sheet over her. “Comfortable?”

“Mm,” she murmured.

Hyunwoo slid the blindfold up, and Jordana blinked ferociously. The room was lit only by the soft light spilling in from the hallway, but after all that darkness, it felt like a spotlight. She squinted at the men in various states of undress, most completely naked or just in underwear except Hyunwoo who remained fully buttoned up save for his missing tie.

Seeing Hyungwon’s lithe, toned form without his usual cozy sweatshirt or Kihyun’s tight abs no longer concealed by a suit made her mind fuzzy, to say nothing of Wonho and Jooheon’s thick thighs bared for her enjoyment. Changkyun lazed on the couch in his boxer briefs, his wiry frame taut, while Minhyuk stood at her bedside, naked and carefree, smiling down at her as though he was always this way and she was the delusional one. Maybe she was because here she was, naked and sullied from head to toe, in the middle of her coworkers with whom she was expected to work as usual tomorrow.

“Just close your eyes, Jordana,” her boss assured as he finally slipped off her heels and guided her feet under the covers. “Take all the time you want.”

Through the sheet, Hyunwoo’s thumbs traced the underside of her breasts briefly before he disappeared, giving her a much-needed breather. It wasn’t that Jordana wanted to stop, especially not after getting her sight back, but her sex was aching both with abuse and her denied release. She knew she should go clean up in the bathroom, but the pillows were so soft and the sheets were so smooth, and before she knew it, she’d drifted into a quick nap.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d slept, but all too soon, she was awake again, sore but curious. She wondered what the boys would be doing without her as the obvious center of attention. When she wasn’t pretending to be asleep, Jordana stole a few glances around the Crash Pad and found most of the boys as she usually found them, gaming or eating or causing trouble. Some of them shuffled around the office, chiding each other as they cleaned up the room or scrubbing themselves down with towels. Dimly, she heard the shower running and she longed for it, but what was the point right now?

“Spying on us, huh?” Changkyun said with a hooked grin, making her jump.

“No! I just woke up for a second,” Jordana asserted, but she could tell from the bob of his cheek that he knew that was horseshit.

“Either way, I get my opening.”

He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth to wipe her face for her. Changkyun sat at the edge of the bed and leaned over as her brought the damp fabric to her brow first with a slow sweep down each cheek next.

“You’re so pretty, YoYo,” he said before kissed the freshly scrubbed skin. Jordana felt tingles rush to the cheek where his lips had just been before they traveled much lower, where his hands were now headed. He rolled down the sheet to her mid-thigh so he could mop up the mess they’d made so far between her legs, and the moment the warm cloth soothed over her slit, she sighed, thrusting eagerly into its gentle heat.

“Careful,” Changkyun warned, his mouth next to her ear. “Everyone’s looking now. You know how easily excitable we are, especially when it comes to you.”

“Changkyun,” Jordana whined, her hand groping over his at her core. The heat and the softness felt so good that one ache melted away for a very different kind.

When he kissed her again, this time, it was just below her ear before he took her lobe in between his teeth and nibbled. “The way you say my name gets me so hard. It’s not fair.”

The cloth between her legs wasn’t cleaning so much anymore as it was rubbing circles with the most delicious friction. Jordana didn’t even bother to stop her hips from rutting against it. With Changkyun’s tongue at her ear, it all felt too good.

“That was so mean of Kihyun to bring you to your peak and leave you there.”

“Mmm,” was the best Jordana could agree as Changkyun slipped a finger inside her.

“I would never be that mean to you,” he assured as his finger picked up speed while the cloth rubbed more determinedly over her clit. “Unless you want me to be.”

“Nn-nn. Ah!”

“Shh, shh. You’ll spoil all my private fun. Just you and me, YoYo. Doesn’t that sound pretty?”

Jordana whimpered a touch too loudly, and the invaders came storming in immediately.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” shouted Minhyuk as he elbowed his younger friend’s arm away from her core. “She’s supposed to be resting. You’re not supposed to take advantage.”

“She wanted me to take advantage!” Changkyun retorted though he reluctantly backed off the bed and shuffled toward the bathroom. Jordana might have found it endearing if it weren’t for the playful pinch and flick at her nipple before he left.

“How are you feeling, YoYo?” asked Minhyuk.

“Competitive,” she teased.

Their fingers danced next to one another’s until Jordana took the initiative and held his hand. Minhyuk looked down, shock evident on his face along with a charming pinkness to his ears. With an unexpectedly shaky voice, he said, “Ready to finish the game?”

“Almost. Snuggle with me for a minute?”

Judging by the number of brilliant white teeth he flashed her, nothing could have made the man happier. Minhyuk leapt into the bed and immediately threw an arm over her naked waist. He nuzzled his cheek against her shoulder and purred as he wriggled close enough to squeeze out the last microns of space between them. Jordana closed her eyes and let him snuggle her for a long moment until she had almost drifted back into sleep, but her coworker had other plans.

Warm wetness blossomed at her breast, and when she opened her eyes, she found Minhyuk suckling at her nipple. Her hand moved automatically into his hair, clasping his mouth to her as his tongue worked determined magic around her sensitive skin.

“Oh, Minnie, that feels so good,” she mewled. “You’ve got me so wet already.”

His eyes opened and met hers as he stayed latched to her tit though his hand was wandering under the sheet at her waist. One slender finger danced along her seam, and at the slightest part, a river of arousal pooled onto the sheet.

Finally, Minhyuk released her nipple and moved to kiss her, all while his coaxing never stopped. Jordana could feel her clit pulsing with anticipation, but before he could escalate things, Hoseok’s voice boomed through the room.

“Game back on, boys!”

It was almost comical the way the other six men apparated beside them, but now their coworkers were back with black gazes and wet lips as they watched the pair on the bed.

Minhyuk kissed Jordana sweetly this time and, without a hint of complaint, said, “Gotta share again. I’ll scheme smarter next time.”

He withdrew from the bed, but not without whisking away the sheet the way a magician did for his big reveal.

“I warmed her up for you guys,” the troublemaker proclaimed as he slipped behind Hyungwon and Changkyun, clapping them both on their still-bare shoulders. “You can thank me later.”

“Didn’t need your help, but okay,” quipped Hyungwon with a glower at his friend.

Thanks to her newfound freedom, Jordana was able to take in the glorious sight of seven men getting unavoidably aroused the sight of her naked form stretched out for them. While most of the guys had at least underwear on, it wasn’t enough for any of them to conceal their expectant bulges, with Hoseok and Changkyun palming themselves shamelessly. Just then, someone slid the tie down from its headband position and tightened it again over her eyes.

“Aw, come on, guys,” Jordana complained. “I was enjoying the view.”

“And you can enjoy it again in two more players,” reminded Hyunwoo.

“Even though once I’ve guessed one, then I’ll know the next?”

“Yes,” her boss said so firmly that her back felt compelled to arch. “You only earned that privilege for the last round.”

For him.

Jordana squirmed at just the thought.

“Okay, fine. I just want—” She cut herself off, suddenly too afraid to release what was on the other side of her lips even after all they’d just experienced together.

“What do you want, baby? We can't help you if you don't tell us,” encouraged Jooheon.

“I—”

“Say it,” commanded Minhyuk as he twisted her nipple just enough to send a shower of sparks behind her eyes. “Say it!”

Before she could stop it, Jordana shouted, “I just want to be used!”

The room was dead silent. Even the music felt like it had screeched to a halt. Embarrassment colored her skin from head to toe. Admitting to something like that felt even more illicit in some ways than group sex with her coworkers, but the thought of being heedlessly passed around for their pleasure made her body shake in ways that even her orgasms hadn’t.

“You want us to use this perfect, perfect body to get ourselves off?” said Kihyun as the first of many hands dusted over her prickling skin until she couldn’t tell who was touching her where.

“Yes…”

“And you don’t care if we just fuck you full of cum and leave you limp like that?” Changkyun said.

Fuck, his voice was so smoky, it should have been illegal.

“Please! I want you to so bad,” Jordana begged. “Make me feel pretty.”

Hoseok stroked her messy hair and said softly, “You are pretty, YoYo. Prettiest girl we’ve ever seen.”

“How did we get so lucky?” mused Changkyun as his hand swept over stomach and mound. “Such a good little doll. So beautiful. Gonna let us use you all up until there’s nothing left?”

“Yes!” she said, trembling on the bed. “Yes, use me!”

Hyunwoo cleared his throat. “You heard the lady. Next player.”

The bed dipped, and someone lifted the sheet to drape it over both Jordana and the man who had settled in behind her. The new player wheedled one arm under her while the other draped over her side and immediately cupped her breast as his lips kissed the expanse of her throat. His hold was gentle and adoring as his long, thin fingers caressed the heavy weight of her globe before finally focusing on her nipple with reverential circles that made the dark ring around it pebble.

Once he’d had his fill of her tits, his hands moved down to her stomach to knead the soft flesh there. There was something so erotic about a mouth on her neck and a hand charting her skin that made Jordana feel treasured. She sighed into his touch, offering more of her neck in case he wanted to taste it, and he wasted no time in doing so. As good as his lips felt tasting her pulse, it wasn’t enough to distract from his fingers guiding her leg up and back over his own. Her heart hammered, and she knew he would feel it under his silken tongue.

The hand at her leg disappeared in favor of lining up his tip with her entrance, and now her heart stopped completely as she waited for him to push in.

“Please, yes,” she whispered throatily, and that was all her lover needed to glide into her soaked center.

Her cunt swallowed him greedily until he was sheathed in her heat. While the hand under her gripped her breast tightly, the top hand curled back onto her belly, centered firmly over her mound to push her ass back against him. He held her like this for a long moment—long enough for her to feel his length pulsing inside her, and she knew he was fighting off cumming before he could even fuck her.

Instead, she relaxed into his embrace, enjoying every second of being tangled up hopelessly with this man. His breaths scorched the nape of her neck as his thigh tensed under her leg, and finally, he regained his composure and thrust gently into her.

“I wish that was me again,” lamented Minhyuk from the sidelines. “YoYo’s so pretty writhing on the bed. Let us hear you, sweetheart.”

But try as she might, Jordana couldn’t make a sound even as her mouth hung open. This side angle left Jordana feeling both stuffed and consumed, and for some reason, it brought a tear to her eye that she couldn’t wipe away. Instead, it puddled in the juncture at her nose until someone wiped it for her.

“All good, Jordana?” Hyunwoo asked.

“I’ve never felt so good,” she confessed and experienced another rush of emotion that, this time, she managed to choke down before it embarrassed her.

She wanted so badly to curl her hand over the one on her mound, but from this angle, she still wasn’t sure which of her sweet introverts was spooled around her, but as his strokes plowed lazily through her snug walls and his thick kisses showered her spine and her shoulders, Jordana recognized the dark intensity of Hyungwon’s aura. There was something about the way he was holding her that was so possessive. Maybe it was the sheet that trapped them together in their own secret, illicit world, or maybe it was grope of his fingers as they spilled over with her ample tit, but she felt completely owned by him.

She didn’t want to share any of the sanctuary of his arms just yet, but there was no way of keeping his beautiful name out of her mouth any longer.

“Hyungwon, more!”

Jordana was full of him in every way that mattered—her pussy, her senses, her head, her heart—and she fed off of every one of his labored breaths in her wild hair.

“Call my name again,” he whispered. “Call it forever.”

“Hyungwon, Hyungwon, Hyungwon…” she murmured as her hand clasped his at last. “Don’t let me go.”

“Never,” he grunted, raspy and needy, and she knew he wouldn’t last much longer and neither would their solitude.

On cue, the blanket pulled down to her torso and someone groped the breast that was currently unoccupied.

Hyungwon tapped her cheek and rasped, “Open up for our friends.”

Someone guided her hand from Hyungwon’s and instead placed it over his own hard length. Beside him, someone else hovered hot and primal by her parted lips. The moment he slipped his leaking cock in, Jordana tasted herself, and she knew this was someone she’d already fucked. The fact that he was hard for her again sent a shiver of power through her, and behind her, Hyungwon groaned in that impossibly deep voice of his.

“I felt that, you know,” he growled against the hidden skin just behind her ear. “We gave ourselves away. You know how much command you have over us now, don’t you?”

Jordana couldn’t answer with a mouth full of hard dick, but she didn’t need to. Hyungwon could tell from the fierce way her pussy held him.

It was hard work, blowing a guy while jerking one and being fucked by yet another, but this was what she wanted—this much command over men who commanded her every day. She might have been the one being used, but she had all the power here.

As best she could, she slurped and licked and sucked his length until the man above her started thrusting himself lightly into her mouth, signaling his immediate end. Just as Jordana opened wider to accept as much of him as she could, Hyungwon cupped the back of her head and pushed her gently down on his friend’s cock. Only when the man above her came down her throat with a pathetic whimper did she realize it was Jooheon’s load she’d swallowed.

He pulled out and she smiled up at the face she imagined there. “Thank you, Honey.”

“Shit,” he cursed as he staggered back. “You’re too perfect, baby. Damnit.”

A second later, Jordana felt a fresh hard-on tapping at her lips and she opened again. This man felt no need to keep his identity a secret.

“That’s the way a girl should suck a cock,” Kihyun said, and she shook at his words.

Kihyun also wasn’t shy about fucking her face. He slid in and out of her throat to her obscene sounds as she did her best to handle him along with the fluid thrusts Hyungwon doled out behind her.

The harder he fucked her, the further the sheet slithered down Jordana’s body until fresh air once again bombarded core. An indecent symphony commanded the room as her gags and swallows harmonized with her well-used cunt overflowing with so many men’s exuberant loads. She felt so dirty, so shameless, so adored, and she fucking loved it. A different sort of pleasure roiled through her, not the intense release of climax but the even more intense hoard of greed in her heart.

Jordana had never felt such pride. They were all getting off over and over to her body and her music and her love for them, and she had never felt sexier. She was a filthy, indecent goddess, and they worshipped at her altar.

“Can’t hold it. Gonna cum,” Hyungwon hissed and buried himself as deeply as he could inside her. He let out a powerful groan as he smothered Jordana’s silky walls with a fresh coat of pearl.

Both Kihyun and the mystery man she still jerked in her hand backed away at once now that the round was over, though Hyungwon laid with his lips against her ear, panting so hard, his breath living inside her. His hand swirled over her belly, and the pressure tensed her walls around his sensitive cock until he groaned with such relief that it reverberated under her skin. With another groan, Hyungwon pulled out and rolled off the bed with a dramatic thump.

“That looked like a good one,” Hoseok laughed as he slapped his friend’s chest, which only made the tall gamer whine.

“I can barely stand,” Hyungwon admitted. More shyly, he added, “Thank you, YoYo.”

Jordana just hummed as she rubbed her stomach and sunk back into the mattress. Her jaw ached as much as her legs, and yet a soft smile graced her face.

“You okay?” Minhyuk asked.

“Getting tired, but I’m no quitter.”

The guys laughed, though someone took to rubbing her foot reassuringly.

“So, I can still go?” Changkyun double-checked.

“I want you, Kyun. Please?”

He let out a grateful sigh, but as he moved toward the bed, so did others and he grumbled. “Can I at least get a few minutes' head start?”

“What the hell? No!” Jooheon argued. “I didn't get a head start.”

“You could have if you hadn't given yourself away,” admonished Hoseok.

“Nobody asked for your two cents, HoHo...”

“The difference is I didn’t forfeit my privilege. I just drew the short end of the stick,” Changkyun insisted.

“That's what the short end of the stick means,” Jooheon retorted.

“Enough, boys,” ordered Hyunwoo, and that put an end to the bickering. “Changkyun, you get three minutes.”

The youngest gamer hopped onto the bed without complaint and rolled Jordana face-first into the mattress, his legs straddling her hamstrings before he laid flat against her back. She felt every inch of his nakedness searing her skin as his mouth pressed to her ear and said, “Put your hands underneath, doll. You can pretend they’re my hands and touch yourself if you want or just lay here and take my cock. Whatever makes you happy. Either way, I’m going steal my pleasure from you.”

“Oh fuck, yes…”

Changkyun maneuvered Jordana’s ass up into a perky, tempting hill. He stroked her skin appreciatively and gave her a light slap just to hear her yelp with excitement. His hand traveled to his shaft, and for a moment, he poked around between the hidden recess between her thighs until he found her soaked entrance and pushed in quickly. Her moan was deep and raw, gobbled up mostly by the mattress where she buried her face as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Shit, that’s a snug fit,” Changkyun breathed. “God, they really made a mess of you, didn’t they?”

“Yes,” Jordana whimpered.

“You’re ruined, YoYo. All used up,” he said as his hand traced her spine, “but you don’t care.”

“Use me, too, Kyun. Por favor…”

She was aware of exactly how whiny she was, but the way his cock was shoved so tightly into her did funny things to her brain, and anyway, judging from the pulse of his length at her words, it was exactly what he wanted to hear the way he wanted to hear it.

Slowly, Changkyun rocked in and out of her, dragging along her core with savage purpose. If Jordana thought she’d been full of Hyungwon, it was even more overwhelming in this position. The only thing she could focus on was the pleasure between her legs. This wasn’t about her cumming again, but the closer she was to release, the tighter she’d be for him, and he’d waited so long and her eager fingers were already so close to her clit…

Jordana brushed the aching button at her apex, and as she did, her fingers glanced off Changkyun’s drenched manhood. He sighed and shivered so delectably that it made her moan.

“Good little doll, touching herself for me. Do you wish those were my fingers?”

“Mm-hm,” she managed with a wicked hitch of breath.

“Do a good job, baby. That’s what I would do for you.”

Pretty quickly, Jordana realized every time her fingers brushed his cock, Changkyun would lose some of his composure, so with every circle she made over herself, she made a secret effort to touch him, too. It was working all too easily. She could feel the way he hardened with every pass, and she hoped when he came again, this time it would leave him breathless.

Changkyun fucked just as intensely as he kissed and just as focused as he worked. His hands curled around her waist, holding her still to glide effortlessly in and out of her. From this angle, the curve of his cock was just right to torture her most receptive spots, and moan after incoherent moan died in the sheets.

“Time’s up,” announced Hyunwoo, and it may as well have been a starter pistol for as fast as a pair of their coworkers joined them on the bed.

“Changkyun, you little shit,” groused Minhyuk.

“You purposefully fucked her like this so we can’t tag in,” Hoseok continued.

“This is for her,” the youngest gamer replied, but Jordana could hear the smile in his voice.

Hoseok clucked his tongue. “Yeah, yeah.”

A moment later though, a large, warm hand carded through her sweaty hair and soothed the prickles there. Despite the continued ravages to her pussy, this felt so tender that she melted into it with a long purr. “How’s our little cub doing back there, YoYo?”

“So good. Mm, so good…”

She felt a new hand groping at her ass, and suddenly, the pressure changed as she was pried apart. Cool air clashed with her hot core, and she gasped.

Minhyuk tsked long and low. “I’ve never seen such a messy pussy. Kyunnie better fuck all that cum deeper into you where it belongs.”

“Porra, Kyun! Ah, I want it.”

Jordana rubbed her clit harder now, feeling the tension gathering her in belly and hoping Changkyun could, too.

“I could go all night like this,” he bragged, but she could hear the strain in his voice.

“Well, don’t,” scolded Kihyun. “Jordana’s tired and Hyunwoo’s getting impatient.”

Now, her pussy was clenching for a whole new reason. Hyunwoo was impatient? That was a thing she had never seen, and she burned to see the calm and collected president so much as tap his foot or pace the floor. How hot would that chiseled face look with burning need embossing its edges…

With a snarl, Changkyun picked up speed, the squelching of her core proclaiming Jordana a sinner for the whole office to hear. Her fingers stilled over her belly as she concentrated instead on the feeling of her young friend racing to his end inside her.

“Roll her over! Roll her over!” he commanded as he pulled out to her cry.

Hoseok and Minhyuk wasted no time flopping Jordana onto her back where Minhyuk pressed her tits together in time for Changkyun to shower them with his cum. Beads of hot liquid splattered from her neck and collar down all the way down to her navel until, finally, Changkyun collapsed into the covers with a dramatic “Fuck!”

The room was quiet again save for a harmony of ragged breaths.

“Damn, YoYo,” came the heavy panting from the sharp-jawed boy at the end of the bed, “you’re such a naughty doll wearing my necklace like that. So beautiful.”

A little scuffle broke out nearby as the boys jostled around until Hyunwoo said, “Leave it. Changkyun’s right. She looks pretty in our jewelry.”

“Hyunwoo,” Jordana said with a little cry.

At last, the tie unwound from behind her head, and light attacked her eyes. Gradually, Hyunwoo came into view along with his friends surrounding her on all sides. The president was the only one with a lick of clothing still on; in fact, he was fully dressed save for a top button unbuttoned. He had even draped his tie back around his neck, looking like a husband home from a long day in the office.

“I want to see all of you,” she pleaded as her fingers tugged at the bottom of his shirt. “Isn't that fair after all whole night in a blindfold?”

“I suppose it is,” he replied.

Hyunwoo’s fingers went to his throat and undid the next button with same art that an exotic dancer would. Each button caved to his will until they were all undone, and his shirt parted for a dazzling view of flawless abs, not chiseled like Hoseok’s, but firm and defined with a sexy shape that tapered to strong hips beneath his slacks. With that same dancer’s grace, he shrugged out of each sleeve as if in slow motion, leaving only the tie dangling against his beautiful muscles.

Once his glorious upper body was in full view, he moved to the clasp on his pants, and with the flick of his thumb, they came undone, revealing a fine trail of coarse black hairs disappearing under the hem of his briefs.

“I really want to touch you,” she said, her fingers trembling toward the impressive bulge straining against the fabric. Hyunwoo nodded, and Jordana sat up so she could graze her fingers over his erection. Thanks to a fresh cum-stain, his cock head was visible through the now-translucent white fabric, and despite her sore jaw, her mouth watered.

“Take it out, Jordana,” he said.

She nodded dumbly. Such simple words held such power over her. She reached under the band and grasped his veiny girth with a sigh that was echoed with one of Hyunwoo’s own.

“You’re so hard, sir,” Jordana murmured.

“Yes, and I’m going to need you to put it inside you. Right now. Can you do that, Jordana?”

“Oh, yes, sir.”

Hyunwoo nodded, pleased. With a jerk of his head toward a few of his employees, he said, “Hyungwon, get behind her. Support her. Don’t let her go.”

The tall man didn’t waste a second climbing behind her, his knees framing her ass as he eased her back against his sturdy chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and the intimacy felt so good, Jordana mewled. With a smile on his thick lips, Hyungwon mouthed along the nape of her neck to savor the pleasant rumble.

“Hoseok. Kihyun. Sit on either side of her. Hold her open.”

As a rush of wetness dribbled between her lower lips, they nodded. With wide eyes, Jordana looked to both men, but they were focused on the order from their boss. Hoseok took her left side as Kihyun took her right, their shoulders butting against her as their thighs bookended hers. Kihyun slipped his hand under her knee and hefted it over his leg so hers was pinned over his; meanwhile, Hoseok followed suit. Now, Jordana was spread eagle and trapped that way for her boss.

Her heart was beating out of her chest. Hyunwoo simply stared at her. His eyes roved up her athletic calves and along her supple thighs, until they found her throbbing nexus waiting just for him. The corner of his mouth twitched just a bit, betraying what she might have otherwise worried was indifference, and she sucked in a breath. That brought Hyunwoo’s gaze sailing over her belly and her flushed, cum-splashed tits up to her neck, parted lips, and finally, her hungry gaze.

He gripped his base and pumped his length a few times, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re going to bury this inside you, okay?”

“Yes, please,” she begged.

“And you’re going to watch me fuck you, understood?”

Jordana mumbled greedily as she reached for Hyunwoo’s thick, sturdy length.

“Jordana.”

Everything inside her stilled so she could listen to Hyunwoo’s every word. His finger curled under her chin while his thumb pinned it there. There was no way to run from the blackness in his gaze.

“Don’t close your eyes.”

She didn’t even have the presence of mind to nod. She was of one purpose only, to take her boss’s manhood as deep as it could go. Jordana encircled his shaft, savoring its soft skin stretched over aching hardness, and centered his tip to her cream-drenched hole. With a gentle tug, she brought him just inside her and steadied her attention on the way her pussy swallowed him. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught his smile before he pushed in.

The stretch was so exquisite that her head tipped back with a decadent moan that reverberated off every surface in the room.

“Hold her head up,” Hyunwoo demanded to the men supporting her. “I want her to see everything.”

Hyungwon centered her head under his chin as he whispered praise to her and stroked the undersides of her breasts. On either side of her, Hoseok and Kihyun rubbed the insides of her knees or smoothed the expanse of her thighs while Hyunwoo established his dominant rhythm between her legs.

He speared her over and over again, and Jordana finally got to see how truly impressive these men were. Hyunwoo glistened with a fresh sheen of sweat as each thrust eroded a little more of his composure. His shrewd eyes narrowed with every squeeze of her cunt, and quiet grunts punctuated the air.

Striving for more power, he tipped forward, his mouth perilously close to hers again. His tie tickled against her belly with every thrust until at last she yanked it free. In one swift motion, Jordana wrapped it around Hyunwoo’s eyes and held it in place behind his head.

“How do I feel, sir?”

“Like tight, wet silk. You have a magnificent pussy, Jordana.”

She never expected such crass words said so matter-of-factly from her boss, but they felt so right in his mouth, just like how right his cock felt in her cunt. She lifted her head from Hyungwon’s chest and kissed Hyunwoo hard. He was so surprised, he stilled inside her in favor of capturing every inch of her lips with his own. The way his hand gripped the back of her head made Jordana feel totally at his mercy, which she realized, pinned open and held back, she was. The tie slipped from her hands and his shoulders, pooling on the bed as the pressure from his lips traveled down to her body and made her quiver around his shaft.

The president broke away with a hiss and looked down where their bodies joined. His fat bottom lip drooped as he watched, transfixed, at the way he moved in and out of her. There were no more words said, by them or by the others. Any conversation was carried through their body talk, through the squelches of her cunt or the groans from his throat or their synchronized panting.

Through the continued onslaught of pleasure, Jordana watched everything as ordered. Those who weren’t holding her jerked off freely, and she wasn’t sure she’d anything sexier in her life than Jooheon, Minhyuk, and Changkyun leaning against each other as they stroked their cocks to the sight of her.

Hyungwon plucked at her nipples as his mouth traced up and down her neck like a bow over a violin, and Jordana sang at his sensual motions. To feel so worshipped even as she was ruthlessly fucked was recipe for a climax like she’d never felt before.

She may have been finally free of the blindfold, but her vision was blurring with every questing thrust of Hyunwoo’s cock deeper into her.

“You’re going to cum with me, yes?” he demanded.

“Yes,” she answered immediately.

“Not before me, Jordana, and not after. With.”

With wide eyes and a frantic nod, she agreed.

His thumb stroked her clit mercilessly as his shaft drilled into her. Jordana’s nails bit into the men beside her, but if they complained, she couldn’t hear them over the blood in her ears. Everything in her body was convulsing. Her throat made little choking sounds as her toes curled, too.

“Make it happen,” Hyunwoo ordered to the others around her, and everything ramped up exponentially.

“Give us one more,” Hyungwon urged, his tongue now in the shell of her ear.

“We know you can,” said Kihyun.

Both Hoseok and he were stroking her inner thighs in perfect harmony, and her body tuned to it like the instrument of pleasure it now exclusively was. But their fingers didn't stay innocent for long. They closed the night as the evening had started, with multiple hands adoring every inch of her cunt—stroking and petting and flicking and rubbing.

Her body squirmed in their grip, trying to escape the intensity. “I can’t! I can’t!”

“You will.”

“Come on, angel.”

“You can take it.”

Their voices were in stereo—surrounding her, caging her, filling her.

She wasn’t making sense anymore. Only feral noises bubbled up from her lips, a combination of delirium and wantonness.

“She’s seconds away,” Kihyun noted.

“You close, boss?” asked Hoseok.

“Mm,” was all Hyunwoo could respond. His strokes were getting wilder and more emphatic, and his meticulous hair was shellacked to his brow with sweat. With what was left of her brain, Jordana barely recognized her boss. She’d never seen him so lost, so out-of-control, and it made her pussy flutter with pride.

“Are you ready, babygirl?” he grunted in between strokes.

Babygirl.

Hyunwoo had called her babygirl…

“Gonna—”

It was the best Jordana could do. For a moment, the world around her went blank. There was nothing but an eruption of carnal sensation from the center of her very being. Her head dug into Hyungwon’s collar and her chest lifted with her hips as her world came undone.

Her eyes creaked open barely in time to catch Hyunwoo, with just his tip nestled inside her, pumping the last of his load into her walls. He was making the cutest little grunts with every twitch of his balls that Jordana underscored with pathetic hiccupped moans of her own.

The second he pulled out, sated and sticky, Minhyuk rushed in and spurted his seed all over her quaking cunt and thighs.

“Did you really have to do that?” Kihyun chastised with a roll of his eyes.

Minhyuk glared a challenge right back. “Where else do you suggest, huh? Your keyboard?”

A slur of Korean swears came tumbling out of the vice president’s lips as he tried to turn his back on his insolent coworker, but Minhyuk was nothing if not relentless. He flopped onto the bed beside his friend and hummed. “Whew, I’m beat.”

Hoseok laughed. “Oh, really? You’re tired?”

“How’re you doing, YoYo?” Jooheon wondered with a squeeze of her leg.

“I think I’m alive? Barely?”

The hands on her thighs switched from mischievous to helpful as they massaged the sore muscles there with sincerity. This time, the sighs leaving Jordana’s lips were grateful, and she slouched against Hyungwon with a light smile on her face, which the tall boy wasted no time bending down to peck.

“Keep doing that,” she said dreamily, and Hoseok and Kihyun exchanged smiles. “Feels so nice.”

“Which?” asked Hyungwon, that puffy top lip of his brushing hers as he spoke. “The kiss or the massage?”

“Mm, both.”

As the other boys soothed and rubbed her tired extremities, Hyungwon kissed her in his lazy way, the perfect bow on the last of her presents. Before anybody could get riled up again, he pulled up and brushed the hair from her face.

At length, the other guys closed her knees like a book, and Jordana groaned and buried her face in the covers. “Fuck, I’m tired.”

“Minhyuk, go turn on the shower,” Hyunwoo ordered.

“I, um,” Jordana stammered, “I don’t think I can stand by myself.”

“Who do you want to go in with you?” Hoseok asked, voice painfully full of hope.

She groaned again. “Please don’t make me pick, guys.”

“The rest of you troublemakers,” commanded Kihyun as he stepped to the head of the pack, “clean this place up. Hyunwoo, you’ve got Jordana’s clothes, yes?”

“I’ll take care of it,” the president confirmed.

Kihyun nodded. “Everyone, out of our way then.”

The next thing Jordana knew, she was scooped up in the vice president’s arms. She yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck, suddenly very self-conscious of her weight and her form pressing against his stern chest. Kihyun didn’t seem to consider her an inconvenience at all though as he marched the pair of them to the bathroom where steam was already beckoning.

“I had no idea you were this strong,” she confessed from her hiding spot at the base of his neck.

“Ditto,” he replied before he set her down and peeled back the shower curtain. “You worked hard tonight.”

“Um, Ki?” Jordana hedged.

“What is it, beautiful?”

“I really have to pee.”

Kihyun laughed. “I’ll be right back then.”

He closed the door, and once she had cleaned herself up, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. There looking back, she saw a face she hadn't seen in a long time: Bright with exertion, flush from the thrill, and young and wild once again. Despite the exhaustion, she saw power and confidence, like an Amazon ready to overthrow a kingdom and take it as her own.

“You ready?” Kihyun called through the door.

“I can manage,” she protested, but they both knew it was a lie. It had taken sheer force of will just to stand up from the toilet.

Kihyun came in to a steamy room and helped Jordana onto the slick tiles. Minhyuk had dragged in a stool from the breakfast bar, and the vice president smiled. “Guess I have to okay that annoying brat’s raise after all.”

Kihyun helped Jordana onto the seat before centering her under the water. She hissed as the heat singed away the twinges in her muscles and washed away her many transgressions.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“Like actual heaven,” Jordana hummed as she tipped her head back into the full stream.

Kihyun was quick to jump in, running his fingers through her hair to saturate every strand. His hands might have been merciless in bed, but he was so gentle in the shower. He massaged shampoo into her scalp—by the smell of it, it was Hoseok’s—and moved just as carefully to conditioner until, at last, he could soap every inch of her body. He could have just as easily taken the opportunity to start more trouble between her sensitive legs, but instead, he washed with tenderness and a surprising amount of professionalism considering what had just happened between the eight of them.

“Let me know when you’re ready to rinse off,” he said, and all Jordana could do was sigh.

She wanted to watch Kihyun scrub his beautiful skin pink, wanted to admire the way his muscles pulled taut as he twisted to wash his hips and thighs, but the water was so warm and the steam was so thick and she was so tired that she couldn’t hold her eyes open for long. She felt herself slouching on the stool, and before she could even worry about falling asleep on it, she felt Kihyun’s sturdy chest behind her, propping her up. His arms were loose around her waist, and his chin was on her shoulder.

“Do you want to just crash here?” he asked.

“Mm, no offense, but I think I want my own bed tonight.”

Kihyun laughed softly. “You don’t trust us?”

“After tonight?” she said with a laugh just as soft. “No way, not with me.”

“Smart girl.”

“And, hey, I guessed everyone correctly, so I won again. How about that?”

His grin was a little tighter now as he said, “I think you have seven disappointed guys who were hoping for a week of you all to themselves.”

“Sore losers,” she teased, though she felt the same measure of disappointment that this was ending.

The thought of returning to normal tomorrow felt both impossible and untenable, but Jordana couldn’t expect her coworkers and friends to continue such charades forever when they’d made it very clear this was just a birthday present. In retrospect, maybe she should have gotten a few more names wrong.

Kihyun felt her tense, and he asked, “You ready to get out then?”

Jordana paused, nibbling her lower lip as she considered whether or not to open her mouth. As usual, her common sense lost out and she ventured, “Ki?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you just hold me like this a little longer?”

“As long as you want,” he said.

Jordana slackened completely in her boss’s arms, and before she knew it, she’d drifted off though she kept jerking herself awake despite Kihyun’s temple resting in her wet hair and his hum barely audible over the drum of the showerhead.

Eventually, the steam thinned as the water cooled, and Kihyun had no choice but to turn off the shower. He held Jordana up with one arm as he reached on his tip-toes to grab the nearest towel. Once she was safely cloaked in its cottony depths, Kihyun got to work patting her dry.

“You look like a lost puppy,” he observed as he dabbed the towel around her feet.

“Good thing you found me,” she said, “and not some miscreant like Minhyuk.”

They laughed and shuffled out of the shower, Kihyun bringing up the rear as he finally dried himself off. On the other side of the bathroom door, the other six men wound down with a kaleidoscope of different expressions ranging from joy to impatience to relief and everything else in between. Everyone was dressed for bed in their own ways, some shirtless and others in loose tees. A few of them were squabbling as they finished dressing the beds in the spare sheets and fluffing the pillows.

“Didn’t you hear the way she screamed for me?” Jooheon asserted. “I made her cum harder.”

Minhyuk huffed. “That’s because she couldn’t even make a sound when she came for me.”

Kihyun sighed. “Would one of you two idiots shut up and get Jordana some fresh clothes for her ride home?”

“Aw, you’re not staying?” Hoseok pouted. “We just made the bed for you.”

Jordana glowered at him. “There’s no way I’m letting all of your big, hot bodies pile on top of me after all that. No, I’m going home.”

“You think we’re hot?” the muscle baby asked hopefully, and her eyes fell to the little scratches and marks she’d left all over that broad, powerful chest.

“Mostly, I was talking about being suffocated by your sweaty muscles, but now that I say that out loud, I guess I mean it both ways.”

“I know I heard my name in there,” Minhyuk said brightly as he bounded forward with shirt that was definitely his and a pair of sweats that were definitely Hyungwon’s. “No doubt talking about how I was your favorite.”

“Favorite deviant,” Hyungwon corrected.

Jordana grinned. “Yeah, exactly that actually.”

“I’ll take it!” Minhyuk beamed as he swooped in and plucked the sleepy woman from Kihyun’s grip to spirit her over to the couch. He didn’t even give her the chance to finish toweling off before he tugged the shirt over her head, though he spared plenty of extra seconds to grope her still-unbound tits.

Jordana wrinkled her nose and swatted him away though she regretted it the moment she tried to pull on the pants herself. It was hard enough dressing with tacky skin, but when every single muscle was lifeless as stone, it was an effort in futility.

Jooheon swooped in just in time, on his knees so he could prop one of her feet on his shoulder and scoot the cozy cotton up her leg for her. “Poor pretty baby is exhausted, and Min’s too selfish to help.”

“I put on her shirt, didn’t I?” his friend protested.

“For your own perverted reasons...”

Jordana laughed as the waistband reached her ass, and with the mightiest of efforts, she heaved up barely long enough for him to pull the seat of the pants over her backside. “Thanks, Honey.”

“Dressing or undressing, I’m your man,” he said with his deepest dimples on display.

“Tell me again who’s the pervert?” Minhyuk retorted.

Once she was fully clothed, Hyunwoo scooped her up from the couch, a shocked cry leaving her as she wrapped an arm automatically around his neck.

“Say goodnight to your coworkers, Jordana,” he said.

With rouged cheeks and an unexpected bout of shyness, she said, “Goodnight, guys. Thanks for an amazing birthday.”

“Speaking of,” Changkyun said as he trotted over. He laid her neatly folded clothes (with a conspicuously missing pair of underwear), heels, and concert tickets in her lap before he topped the pile with the orchids. His thumb played about the flower’s lips just as hers had before his dark eyes met hers. “How about one last birthday kiss?”

She nodded, and Changkyun pressed his lips to hers, which of course had to be followed by the whole chain of jealous gamers.

Finally, Hyunwoo whisked her out of the office to his silver Mercedes waiting in the garage. She had languished through some pregnant stretches of silence tonight, but the one in the car felt much weightier with just her boss beside her.

It was very late, and the car sailed through the sparsely traveled city streets, though it seemed to catch every red light along the way. It wasn’t until they were crossing the Queensboro Bridge that Jordana found the courage to speak.

Her lips fluttered together in a dramatic raspberry as she sighed. “I screwed up.”

Hyunwoo’s scowl was instant. “What makes you say that?”

“Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I just fucked my whole office?” she snarked but immediately wrinkled her nose and covered her mouth. “Sorry, that was rude.”

“You're cute,” Hyunwoo said with a smirk. “After all that, you're still watching your language around me.”

“Sorry. It felt…”

“Unprofessional?” he suggested. Jordana nodded. “No less professional than sleeping with your employee, I think.”

With a pucker first, she asked, “Are we going to be okay?”

Hyunwoo’s hands tightened on the wheel. “How do you mean?”

“Like, to work together? We’re still going to be able to do that, right? I didn’t just mess things up, did I?”

“First of all, Jordana, if anything were messed up, it wouldn’t be your fault. That would be all on me, totally and completely. But it’s not, okay? If you want everything to go back as though nothing happened, I’ll make sure it happens. Just say the word.”

“And if I don’t?” she mumbled.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “If you don’t what?”

Jordana shook her head. “I didn’t say anything.”

They drove like that for a while, the lights of New York City flickering between the lamp posts on the highway. With her forehead pressed against the cool glass, it was hypnotic. Slowly, her muscles relaxed and her worries faded with her transgressions.

The next thing she knew, the car was double-parked in front of a brick apartment building in Queens, and Hyunwoo put on his four-ways.

“Hey, this is my place,” Jordana said surprised as she recognized the fish market next to the salon.

“That was the plan,” he reminded.

“No, I mean, how did you know how to get here? I think I spaced out the last fifteen minutes. Or did I fall asleep?”

The corner of Hyunwoo’s mouth twitched. “I didn’t see the need to wake you. I’ve been to your apartment, remember?”

“Yeah, once, like, two years ago.”

“I memorized it. In case you ever needed...” He paused. “…anything.”

“I’m impressed.”

He smiled. “Good, because I’m trying to impress you.”

Jordana hoped the darkness hid her goosebumps. “You already did plenty of that tonight.”

“So my plan to go last worked…”

“Hyunwoo!” Her horror was fake but her embarrassment wasn’t. Softly, Jordana chided, “How unprofessional.”

He shrugged lightly. “Maybe it was, and maybe so is this.”

Hyunwoo leaned in and kissed her.

It was a different experience, watching him leaning in with expectant lips. The angles of his face were softer than they had been when he’d fucked her, but maybe that was just the orange glow of the streetlights on his tan skin.

This wasn’t like the kiss the others had given her before she’d left—quick and sweet and grateful—this was hot and hungry and infused with a kind of passion that made her heart clench even more than her core. The top of his tongue swept into and out of her mouth, bringing with it her lip for him to suckle, and when he let it go, the gentle smack reverberated in the cabin.

“Don't tell the others about that, okay?” he said, his forehead resting against hers.

“Uh, yeah, sure, boss,” she mumbled.

Hyunwoo nodded, the tiniest smile lighting up his face. “I’ll help you inside.”

But Jordana waved him off as she reached for the door handle. “That’s okay. I’ve got it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. De boa,” she said with an okay sign and an awkward smile.

“Listen, don't bother coming in tomorrow,” Hyunwoo added as she was halfway out the door. Fear unexpectedly choked her heart before his next words loosened its hold. “I'm closing the office for the day. I have a feeling everyone will be too tired and too distracted to get any work done. And if you need another day, take it, okay? We’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready to come back. Just—”

The president cleared his throat, and Jordana found herself leaning into his words. “Just what?”

“Come back,” he finished with a gentle throat clear.

“Promise.”

“Happy birthday, Jordana.”

“Thanks, boss, for everything. It was the best birthday ever.” She clutched her bouquet and tickets and beamed across at him with a smile that she knew she shouldn’t give to her boss.

Hyunwoo hummed, replying with an equally inappropriate smile of his own. “Can’t wait to see what you give me for my birthday.”

With a hard bite to her lip, she nodded and closed the door, waving goodnight and begging her jelly legs to carry her up to her apartment before she could begin an even more dangerous game of single player action.

If there was one thing Jordana had learned after tonight, that was a game she would surely lose.

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