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I ran my hand frantically over his denim covered crotch, cupping his dick, feeling him harden under my touch. I unzipped him, delving my hand inside. His cock grew heavy, hot, and hard in my hand. He moaned my name so loud, and it was the best thing I’d heard all day.

Dropping to my knees, I pulled out his dick and gave the fat cockhead a teasing lick, swirling my tongue around the head and then sucking him down my throat. I gagged, and swallowed again, determined to take him all the way.

“Baby,” he whispered when I finally managed to do just that. “So many times, I watched you doing this. Wanted you to suck me off. But I never imagined. And now, here... I… fuck… can’t believe?—”

My dick jerked hard in response to Ronin’s admission, begging for attention.

I gripped the base of his cock in my hand and slowly pulled off.

“Same,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “And now this dick belongs to me. Not Payton, not anyone else. Me.”

He nodded, and I teased him with more licks and then swallowed him down again, saliva running down my chin, my lips sore, my throat aching.

Ronin delved his hands into my hair, tugging, pulling, his moans and pleas getting louder, more desperate with each swallow. I sucked hard, feeling his cock swell in my mouth.

“Pull off if you don’t want to swallow,” he warned.

Was he kidding me?

There was nothing I wanted more than his cum. I kept bobbing my head, until Ronin’s body locked up tight.

“Yes!” he screamed as he shot in my mouth.

I was so turned on that I came, without touching myself, in my pants.

Ronin’s body jerked again, and he flooded my mouth with so much cum that I couldn’t swallow fast enough. It spilled out of my mouth and down my face. No doubt, I was a filthy mess. My hair was ruined, my makeup too, and my clothes would need to be changed.

I’d have to run around like a mad man before the show started. But fucking hell, it was worth it.

Ronin’s softened cock slipped out of my mouth, and he leaned back against the sink, holding onto it like it was the only thing keeping him upright. He was panting hard, running his other hand through his long, dark hair.

“That’s a new part of our pre-show warmup,” he quipped, as his stood there, staring down at me. His face was flushed and his eyes were bright, the blue so electric, I couldn’t look anywhere else.

“Thank fuck I don’t have to hit any high notes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Finally, I stood up on shaky legs.

He reached for me, pulling me into his arms, resting his face in my hair. What started out as fast and frantic was suddenly slow and sweet. And fuck, why did that make my stomach drop out from under me? Like I was free falling.

A sudden knock on the door had me burying my face in his chest, not wanting to move an inch.

“You guys done in there or what? And I hope you didn't break anything. Our insurance doesn't cover sex related damages.”

Of course, it was Brodie.

“We’ll be out in five,” Ronin replied.

Then he tucked his dick back inside his jeans, and I washed up quickly. But my lips were unmistakably swollen. Both of us looked fucked out.

Ronin opened the door, and I was not in the least surprised to see Brodie standing on the other side of it, giving us a shit eating grin.

“Payton won't be happy he'll have to redo your hair,” Brodie teased.

I shrugged, too blissed out to care. Besides, that would put an end to any future flirting with Ronin. Maybe. Not that Ronin was looking anywhere else but at me. But we'd been in our own private world. What would happen when we were out at parties again, and clubs? He always drew attention, and he was never short of interested partners. Would I be enough for him?

I hated these doubts in my head. I never questioned his love for me as my best friend. But as a partner? I wanted to say I was confident that he wanted me and only me. He said it, I felt it. But exclusivity was not for everyone. And monogamy was not something he’d ever said he wanted.

“Boo?”

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