Chaotic Desire

TYLER

The day took a turn for the chaotic quicker than I’d expected. My plan was simple: grab a bite to eat, engage in the usual chatter during our daily meeting, then dive back into work. But instead, I found myself soothing Violet through a near breakdown, while Callum was seething at his team.

Instead of retreating to my office for some private time as I’d hoped, I was cradling Violet, her soft sobs echoing in the silence following her confession to a room full of strangers. “You didn’t need to do that,” I tell her once she’s regained some composure.

“I know, but I think it was better to clear the air sooner rather than later,” she responds, her voice regaining its strength. Her resilience never ceases to amaze me.

Despite all she’s endured, she’s managed to dust herself off and keep moving, only to be knocked down again and rise even stronger. She’s still healing, still learning to be comfortable in her own skin, but she’s our Violet, our queen, the perfect mother to our children.

“You could have let one of us handle it for you. I hate seeing you like this, baby,” I say as she burrows into my neck. The door to my office swings open and slams shut as Callum storms in.

“It’s over now…this is how it will be for the rest of my life...” she whispers, turning to look at Callum as he approaches us. He pulls her from my arms and turns her to face him, pulling her into a passionate kiss before lifting her onto the edge of my desk.

His way of comforting is similar to Zach’s, a heated distraction in the form of physical contact. It’s something they share.

Callum is more open about his problems, not that Zach isn’t trying. Since he changed to Carmen, he’s been getting better at expressing himself. With a swift sweep of his arm, everything on my desk goes flying to the floor, except for my laptop, which I manage to save just in time. I close the screen and place it against the bottom of my desk.

I watch in dismay as my paperwork, pens, sticky notes, and my favorite mug scatter across the floor. I’ll have to reorganize those projects and check my mug, which was thankfully empty. But my attention is quickly drawn away from the mess that’s triggered my OCD to the two of them on the desk. Violet’s dress is hiked up around her waist as Callum’s hands explore her curves.

All the tension from not being home for weeks, the sexual deprivation, and the lack of control over the situation that just unfolded, all of it flows through Callum as he pins Violet down with his body. I watch, a voyeur to their encounter, unable to muster the willpower to move or suppress the thrill of watching them surrender to their uncontrolled desire.

I’ve never been one to enjoy watching others. I prefer to plan the scene, set the rules, and carry out the scene in a controlled environment, usually with Zach as a participant. But this, watching Callum and Violet forget their surroundings as he pushes her clothes up her body to reveal as much skin as he can, is intriguing.

He frees her breasts from her sheer lace bra, sucking one nipple to a peak before switching to the other, all while lifting her legs high up his back to grind his groin, and his evident erection, against her most sensitive and wet folds. I groan, rubbing my own erection through my slacks.

I watch in fascination as he cups Violet’s left breast in one hand, rolling the nipple with his forefinger as he takes her right breast into his mouth, sucking hard. Zach and Callum do this often, drinking from her as if it wasn’t unusual or strange.

From my life experience and our choice of sexual lifestyle, I know people, men in particular, find this sexually arousing. But as I sit here silently watching the two of them, I notice the pink blush that spreads across Violet’s chest, neck, and face as her back arches off the table. She presses her breast deeper into Callum’s mouth and hand.

She tightens her hold with her legs, rubbing her clit against him in the way she needs, her mouth opening in a gasp. A gasp that I’ve come to recognize as her sound of arousal. She enjoys him drinking from her as much as he enjoys suckling from her breasts. It’s mutual foreplay.

I watch, slowly rubbing my hand back and forth over my trousers, using the friction from the woolen material to create a pleasurable sensation. I don’t like the thought of her milk in my mouth, but watching him drink it, especially when she’s moaning like that beneath him, is arousing.

“Cal,” she moans as her right breast starts leaking milk, the white liquid shooting out in several streams. I watch her milk trickle down the side of her breast and over some of her ribs before ultimately hitting the chestnut wood below her.

My desk. It spreads out alongside her, leaving an almost translucent white sheen on top of it. A mix of anxiety, sexual arousal, and something else…something I can’t quite identify, takes hold of me as I stand to undo my slacks.

I understand now why Zach enjoyed this for so many years. Watching people lose themselves to blind passion is intoxicating. I take my cock in my hand, stroking it while standing over them.

Callum releases her right breast and swipes her milk from my desk to moisten his palm. He then trails that hand down her flat stomach, his wet fingers trailing through the short hair covering her pussy before his fingers connect with her sensitive clit.

The spark of electricity that passes between their bodies is almost audible. The air charges with it, and it makes me hot with a need to mark her, claim her in a way I never have before. So I walk around my desk until I’m standing behind her head. Neither of them pays much attention to my movements. Violet’s eyes are rolling back in her head, a gasp filling the thick air around us as Callum forces three fingers into her tight channel.

I match my pace to his, stroking my cock as quickly as he thrusts his fingers in and out. His eyes meet mine for a moment before he smirks to himself. Things escalate quickly from there.

Callum adds his fourth finger, his pinky, to stretch her wide, presumably for both of us. His thumb circles her clit simultaneously. Her breathing quickens as her chest rises and falls with each breath.

I’m close too, so very close. Teetering on the edge of my own climax, waiting to give myself permission. “I’m going to leave my cum on your breasts, Violet,” I announce just before Callum growls into her ear. I know to announce this because she has issues with our cum touching her skin. We’ve learned this before.

“Come,” he commands as we both reach our climax. I watch her unravel as thick ribbons of my cum shoot and land between her breasts, exactly where I aimed. White hot pleasure climbs my spine, leaving goosebumps spreading over my skin from the sheer pleasure of the act.

Violet shudders as my warm seed lands on her skin, her eyes momentarily glazing over in panic, a memory obviously resurfacing. I’ve come to recognize these little quirks of hers, even though she tries to hide them most of the time. My heart starts to panic for her, and with her, but there’s no need because Callum, of course, has it covered.

“You look so pretty with Tyler’s cum pearling on your skin, baby,” Callum murmurs, scooping up my cum with his tongue in one fluid motion, an act just as depraved as me leaving my seed on Violet. He swipes the thick line of my seed from between her breasts with his tongue.

My gaze never leaves his tongue as he scoops up the last of it, curling it back into his mouth to swallow. Inadvertently, I not only claimed Violet in the most sexually primal way I know how, but also Callum.

The three of us sit in silence for a few moments, until Callum breaks the silence with the sound of his belt buckle and zipper being undone.

“Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart,” he instructs. She complies, her legs encircling his waist as he stands, his arousal evident at her entrance. He glances at me, our gazes locking as he plunges into her with a swift motion, a grin spreading across his face and a flicker of pure ecstasy in his eyes as she tightens around him.

His retreat from the desk is my cue. He leaves just enough space for me to position myself behind her. I do so, my arousal still prominent despite my recent release.

I align my body with hers, ensuring to make contact at as many points as possible. Then, I guide myself to her moist entrance, peppering kisses down her extended neck as I ease myself in. I revel in the sensation of her enveloping me, my arousal rubbing against Callum’s.

“Damn,” she moans, her head falling back onto my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her for support before Callum and I begin to move in sync.

We take her with intensity and fervor. Our rhythm has her moaning as loud as a banshee.

Everyone will hear. None of the rooms here are soundproof, except for the safe room. But we don’t care. We’re too engrossed in each other.

I have to slow my pace to a near halt when my climax threatens to overtake me again. The agreement that I wouldn’t finish inside Violet unless it was in her perfectly puckered hole or with protection comes to mind.

I could go there, I think, using her ample arousal to ease my way in so I could release inside her. But I don’t. I muster all the strength I have to hold back my climax, just to feel the warmth of their combined arousal coating me.

I vent my frustration on her neck, sucking and nipping to keep my own desire at bay until they’ve both reached their peaks.