Page 61 of Flipping the Script

The black walls and sparse overhead lighting created just enough light so you could walk around without worrying about where you were going. Staggered wall sconces illuminated small swaths, creating a spotlight effect under them.

The room wasn’t busy, but the muted sounds of pleasure greeted us when the heavy door banged shut. Couples, triads, and a few groups were clustered around the room in various stages of foreplay and fucking. All doing their own thing and either enjoying the cover of darkness or having fun under one of the wall sconces and giving everyone a show.

I’d heard tons of stories about this room from Ez and Wes, but in all the times I’d come to Envy, I’d never been back here.

Exhibitionism wasn’t my thing. I didn’t get off on the idea of people watching me, and I wasn’t into watching others unless it was porn.

Even when we’d been in the woods, it wasn’t the possibility of being caught that had gotten me hot. It was more that we’d gotten away with something when dozens of our school friends had been on the other side of the tree line, completely oblivious.

Was Sebastian into exhibitionism? I glanced at him as he paused, coming to a stop a few feet inside the room, his eyes darting around. Had he been back here before?

Not wanting to think too hard about what we were doing or who he might have done this with, I tugged on his hand and led him over to the back corner, away from the bulk of the crowd. The overhead light was burned out, and the area was devoid of any other lighting, making it the darkest part of the room.

It was about as private as we could get, considering where we were.

Sebastian let me shove him against the wall and crowd him against it, one of my hands on either side of his head.

“So you got me back here.” He glanced around nervously. “Now what are you going to do with me?”

I couldn’t stop the slow smile from spreading over my lips. “What do you want me to do to you?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, like he hadn’t been expecting that answer.

Hard and angry was our thing. It was hot as fuck, but I was in a mood and feeling a bit reckless. Time to flip the script and blow his mind, among other things.

I put my lips next to his ear. “You want my mouth? See how long you can last when it’s me on my knees for you?”

He let out a breathy little groan. “Goddamn you, Miller.”

“What?” I pulled one hand from the wall and palmed his cock. He was as hard as I was. “Tell me to stop and this ends now.”

“You don’t want to stop either,” he groused, pressing into my touch.

“Nope. Not until I win.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, a niggle of awareness pulling my focus from Sebastian’s flushed cheeks and angry eyes.

“What?” he asked, noticing my distraction.

“Nothing.” I flipped our positions so I was the one against the wall and he was in front of me. “But let’s keep you facing this way. Don’t want any of your lookie-loos interrupting us.”

His expression clouded over with confusion, then melted into suspicion before settling on begrudging. “Thanks.”

“Now.” I pinned him with a look. “Are you going to be a good boy for me and let me suck your dick?”

His glare made me laugh, which only made him glare harder.

“Asshole,” he muttered.

“Hands on the wall,” I said cheerfully, my voice low so only he could hear me.

He hesitated but did as I said.

“Good boy.”

“You’d better cut that shit out, or I might forget to watch my teeth when it’s my turn.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I sank into a crouch and nudged his hips back so I wasn’t crushed against the wall and had enough room to get my mouth on him. “I like when it hurts a bit.”

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