My trembling hands unbuckle his belt, one that I'm very familiar with, before I free his rock-hard length and take it between my lips. He moans and his grip tightens around the hair falling over my back. I'm painfully aware that my ass is basically sticking in the other guy's face, and I'm expecting to feel his hands on my skin at any moment.
Jared pushes me down on his length until I start choking on him. His hard tip is pressed against the back of my throat, and I begin mewling and fighting for air. I feel a hand on my ass, and I instantly know that it is his. He strokes across the skin, where old bruises from a play session a few days ago are beginning to fade. He releases my head, letting me breathe for a moment, at the same time he moves the fabric of my thong to the side and parts my lips with his skillful fingers.
He glides through my wetness, and for a moment he freezes, shoving my head down on his steel-hard cock with a violent push, his other hand not moving an inch at my dripping core.
"So fucking wet," he breathes, his voice so faint that I can barely hear him through my choking.
"Slut."
The word is hissed with a sharp S, underlined with a tone that suggests anger. But why would he be mad at me? I'm doing everything exactly as he has asked, and usually, he'd be happy to find me aroused like this.
Much to my regret, he withdraws his hand from my core. A sudden and hard slap lands on my ass, causing me to jerk up, my lips still wrapped around him.
"Suck him," he commands.
I retreat and search his eyes for approval, hearing the guy behind me shift in anticipation. Jared's eyes are narrow, his expression fierce and unyielding. I've never seen him this strict and stern. He nods over to the other guy, beckoning me to follow his command.
I avert my eyes from him and get up from the couch, turning around to the other guy, who's already waiting for me. He has freed his cock while I was busy serving Jared, and is stroking his hard length, still leering at me. It's funny that Jared would pick a guy who is similar to him in so many ways.
I go down on my knees, only throwing a quick and coy smile at the guy's face, before lowering my eyes and wrapping my hands firmly around his girth. He groans and leans back on the sofa, fixating on me while I slowly lean forward, ready to comply with Jared's command.
And that's when it happens.
"Stop!"
My heart almost stops at the sheer volume of his voice, and the guy jerks up in reaction to Jared's warning echoing through the living hall. We turn both our heads to him, equally surprised when he waves at T directing him to go away.
"Leave. Now."
My heart sinks.
Have I done something wrong?
My hand is still wrapped around the guy's cock when he gets up, growling with anger and disappointment while he fixes his trousers and straightens his shirt. He strides toward the elevator without so much as another word, not looking at either of us, and I watch him walk away. I feel like an utter failure.
What the hell just happened?