Page 125 of The Dollhouse

“What do you say, Lake?” Zoey whispered, her voice sending tiny tingles down my spine. Electric fire, kickstarting every part of my body and making my insides hotter than hell itself. I knew right then I needed relief, that I needed it so desperately, I was seconds from telling her I didn’t care.

Let Carter join. Let Roman watch. At this point, I didn’t care as long as I got Zoey, as long as I felt her body, that sweet part between her thighs, envelop me and take me in. As long as I heard her moaning into my ear, sweet ecstasy and pleasure blinding me to everything else.

“I don’t care,” I managed to say. “I just want you.”Wantwas an understatement; it was more like need. I needed Zoey right now, needed the relief only her body could bring. I needed to close my eyes and forget the world outside this room, forget the fact that, after tonight, Zoey wouldn’t be with me for a while.

Again.

All the sucky aspects of the current world didn’t matter, not as long as I was with Zoey, no matter how temporary that was. Going back home without her… I didn’t want to think about it. What did I want to think about?

Her smooth skin. Her soft, fluttering moans. The way her fingernails dragged down my chest, dangerously close to my pants.

My pants, which were still on, for some stupid reason I couldn’t see.

“Get my pants off,” I whispered, about the only order I’d ever give Zoey. She didn’t need to be told twice, for in the next moment, she moved off me, standing between my legs on the side of the bed, pulling them off in what must’ve been the smoothest motion ever.

She tossed a glance to Carter, and something unspoken passed between them, something I was too feverish with need to pay much attention to. Carter gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, and within the next moment, he left the room. Zoey’s fingers worked on my boxers, tugging them down my body and pulling them off as she licked her lips.

My dick sprung free, the tip dripping with precum thanks to how much she’d worked me up. Only Zoey had that power over me: the power to make me so lost in her body, in pleasure, that I couldn’t see or think straight. To have a one-track mind when it came to sex and pleasure. In the heat of the moment, I knew exactly why Zoey liked putting on shows for Roman.

Zoey’s hand ran up and down my length a few times, causing a deep moan to escape me. My legs still hung off the side, but she helped me up, laying me down on the bed flat before returning her focus to my hard dick. My eyes opened into slits so I could see Zoey’s mouth open, her tongue flicking out. She ran that wet tongue along my length, swirling it around the tip before giving it a gentle suck.

Oh… God. I’d forgotten how good it felt to feel a mouth down there, how good Zoey was at giving pleasure, no matter what the form. She probably owed her skill to Carter, which I was trying really, really hard not to think about.

Although, that thought was a pointless one, for in the next moment, Carter appeared again, with another person in tow: Roman. So much for trying not to think about him or his dick or what he did to Zoey when she and I weren’t together.

Roman’s typical dark, brooding demeanor had a way of changing in a split second, especially where Zoey was concerned. Anytime she was naked and in front of him, it seemed, pure hunger took over the man, causing his movements to become stiff and his devilish, hateful aura to diminish, lust taking its place.

Zoey’s head moved away from my dick, her hair tickling my stomach as she moved to hover her face above mine. She whispered to my ear, “Tell me if you want me to send them away, and I will. Today is about you.” Her teeth nipped at my jaw.

No, today wasn’t about me. It was never about me. It was always, always about Zoey, and you know what? I was more than okay with that, because if it was about Zoey, I could, uh, you know… overlook the whole second dick on the bed thing. You know what I mean.

I said not a thing, which was more than enough for Zoey to have the affirmation. She dipped lower on my body once more, taking my dick into her mouth fully, deep-throating me with ease, sending pleasure rolling through me.

Beside the bed, Carter worked to take off his clothes, letting his dick lead the way. Never before had anyone taken off their clothes in such a rush; it was mere seconds before the man was utterly naked, his hard dick pointed at us on the bed.

Roman stood near the wall by the dresser, his arms folded over his chest, his suit looking tight. His jaw ground; he didn’t look happy exactly, but I doubted the man ever cracked a smile in his life. And if he did, it was probably one creepy as hell smile that terrified anyone who had the misfortune of seeing it.

Carter stood beside the bed, and Zoey stopped bobbing her head on my length to help scoot me aside, giving him enough room to crawl up there with us. The bed was a queen, so it wasn’t like there wasn’t ample space for all of us, but Carter had to get nice and close to me, his arm brushing against mine as he lay back, mimicking my position with his dick pointed to the ceiling. It was quite obvious what he wanted Zoey to do.

Zoey licked her lips, her hand curling around my dick as she went to position herself between Carter’s legs. She stroked me as she took his thick length into her mouth, and I tried my hardest not to focus on how Zoey looked when she bobbed along him and instead on how amazing her hand felt wrapped around my base, pumping along. But it was hard, mostly because her hand and her head kept up the same pace. Plus, Carter was right there, his dick right there, and when his chest let out groans, I was right there to hear them.

When Zoey’s hand softened its grip on me, I looked down to see her trading places between us once more. I got her mouth again, while Carter got a hand. To my surprise, Carter didn’t even grumble in annoyance; he simply leaned his head back on her pillows and let her do whatever it was she wanted.

We went on like that for a while, to the point where I had to fight the feeling rising inside, think of other things while Zoey went to town on me. I kind of wished I could take a break and grab a cold shower, but I managed to stave off the pleasure by glancing at Roman on the far side of the room. Yeah, who knew the guy in a suit watching us like a creep would be the opposite of a turn-on?

At least for me. Zoey liked putting on a show, but me? I just liked being with her. Whether she had a show to put on or not didn’t matter.

Eventually, Zoey decided she’d had enough of our dicks in her mouth, and she went to straddle me once more—this time taking me inside her. She sunk down on me slowly, allowing me to feel her body encompassing mine inch after inch. I grabbed her thighs, squeezing as I held onto her, a low moan coming from me.

Now it was Carter’s turn to watch as Zoey rode me, just like Roman was doing, only Carter was still on the bed with us, less than a foot away, his green eyes heavy with desire, pupils dilated. His bare chest held a sheen of sweat, the monster between his legs wishing it was inside her. At least, that’s what I assumed it wished, since I would’ve wished the same if I was in his position.

She rode me slow and steady, her hips taking on a pace that, normally, wouldn’t have pushed me over the edge, but there’d been a heck of a lot of dick-in-mouth before this, so my body was primed and ready to go.

I felt it happening inside my lower half, and I knew I couldn’t push it off any more. The pleasure had built up inside me for far too long, and now the orgasm was here with a vengeance. As Zoey’s pussy bounced on my length, I erupted, my eyelids slamming shut as my dick spewed its seed inside her.

Her hands touched my lower stomach, and she didn’t get off me right away. Zoey kept rocking those hips a while longer, drawing out the orgasm and making me lose my damn mind.

“The boy came already,” Carter’s voice hissed out. He sat up, grabbed Zoey, and pulled her off me. My dick slipped out of her, slick with our sex. “It’s my turn” was his next growled-out sentence, and if I wasn’t so lost in that orgasm, I would’ve had a thing or two to say to the guy.

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