“Michael?” Roman’s voice disturbs the sound of Michael’s keyboard clicking through the room. He’s sitting on a big leather sofa next to Langdon’s desk which looks perfectly polished, all the documents are sorted and piled neatly.
“Hmmm?” Michael doesn’t look away from his computer, continuing typing away numerous emails for his business partners (“Who are nothing but useless morons. Who let them get that MBA?”), but his arched eyebrow indicates that he’s listening.
Roman nervously licks his bottom lip with the pink tip of his velvet tongue and clears his throat before he speaks.
“May I, please, look at her?” He asks, threading his fingers through your hair as you lie peacefully next to him, curled up comfortably, with your head resting on his lap. An oversized hoodie that you stole from Roman’s closet looks too big on you, the hood covers only the half of your head, making you look softer and even more vulnerable, so fragile in his hands, like a piece of fine china. He absentmindedly traces his fingers over your cheek, petting you gently.
Michael looks at him with his eyes narrowed in a suspicious manner, but Roman does not look away. He endures the pressure of the intense eye contact with the Antichrist, and at some point even shoots a saucily glare at him, subtly challenging Langdon’s authority, which makes the corners of Michael’s lips twitch amusingly.
“Just to look you say?” He hums, tapping his fingers against the wooden surface of his desk, and Roman gives him a nod.
“Yeah, just one look,” Godfrey tries not to sound too desperate, but the way he shifts on the sofa speaks for himself. Michael knows that he’s hard beneath his black jeans, he can sense Godfrey’s anticipation and it’s just the matter of time when he stops pretending that he’s not aroused and unleashes the beast within himself.
Michael glances away and shrugs.
“Treat yourself then,” he dismissively waves his hand at the younger boy and gets back to work.
Roman can barely hold his excitement back. He traps his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to suppress a shit-eating grin, and drops his gaze down at you. You twitch slightly in your sleep and mumble something incoherent, making butterflies in Roman’s stomach almost rip him apart from adoration that he feels towards you.
When he lets his palm travel down your side to cup your panty-clad bottom, he isn’t breathing. His clothed cock throbs as his fingertips reach the lacy trim of your undergarment that hugs your bum deliciously; the string of the thong goes right in between your ass cheeks, making them look plumper. Roman slides his index finger under the string and slowly pulls it to the side, exposing your rosy pink folds. You sigh and turn your head a little to the side, nuzzling into the warmth of his thigh, instinctively leaning closer.
Godfrey rubs his forefinger and middle finger up and down your labia and carefully spreads you out, using the pad of his thumb to circle your puffy little clit. He expertly presses on the bud and then starts massaging it gently, giving the right amount of stimulation for your pussy to start getting wetter for him. He’s fascinated by the way your body responds to his touch, his eyes never leaving your face, noticing the slight frown between your brows. He bends over to kiss it away with his plush lips. He’s got too caught up in the moment to notice Michael who stood up from his seat and leaned his hip against the desk while watching Roman’s manipulations with your pussy.
“Do you ever keep your word, Roman?” Michael wonders and they both know that the question is rhetorical. He crosses his arms against his chest, the fabric of his dress shirt slightly tightens at the movement. Godfrey smiles apologetically and shakes his head from left to right.
“Look at her,” he parts your folds out, showing Michael your now glistening entrance, the proud result of his caresses. “She’s so beautiful. I can’t get enough of this cunt.” He drags his middle finger to your hole and easily slides it inside with a barely audible wet sound that makes Langdon inhale sharply, breathing in the scent of your arousal, his blue eyes obscuring with desire.
“She’s the most divine creature I’ve ever met,” he admits and slowly makes his way to the sofa. He towers over you and Roman and brings his hand to your face to trace the delicate features with his fingertips. “So vulnerable, yet the strongest one.” Michael’s voice sounds dreamy as he speaks about you.
Godfrey nods in agreement and adds another finger inside of you. He uses them like scissors, parting cautiously and pressing on your tight walls. He pushes them further and bends expertly, looking for a spongy spot inside of you. Your breath hitches and without even realizing what you are doing, you spread your thighs wider for him.
“A little slut even in her sleep,” he smirks and uses his free hand to squeeze one of your breasts through the thick fabric of the hoodie.
Michael slowly sinks to his knees, bringing his face to the same level with you. He brushes his knuckles along your jawline and lets his gaze roam over your body.
“Let’s wake our kitty up,” he says and leans forward to where your dripping cunt is being skewered on Roman’s slender fingers, “it’s time to play,” and with that, Michael darts his tongue out and licks a wide stripe over your folds and Godfrey’s fingers pumping in and out of you, making your eyelids flatter wide open.
