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Luckily for me, there are four hard dicks ready to do just that. Five, if Benedict gets involved.

‘Right, gentlemen. Chairs. Condoms. You know the drill. Quick.’

As the others step away from me, Gabe holds me from behind, wrapping his arms around me. His knees are either side of my bottom, anchoring me.

‘You okay? That was fucking incredible.’

‘I’m great.’ I sound like I’ve run a marathon. In front of us, chairs are being moved and zips and condom packets alike ripped. I imagine our guests sitting in a circle, fully clothed, dicks hard and out, waiting forme. I feel like the greediest birthday girl who’s ever lived, and I fucking love it.

He kisses me on the cheek before releasing me.

‘Fucking hell,’ he groans, and I smile to myself. I assume he’s getting an eyeful of his dick-tastic meeting room. ‘It’s like being back at school.’

I wonder if they got up to this shit at the seminary, too…although they were probably pretty short of women there.

‘Right,’ comes Benedict’s voice from right in front of me. ‘It’s time for our little mashup of Pass the Parcel and Musical Chairs. You ready, princess?’

CHAPTER 40

Athena

Gabe leads me to what I assume is the centre of the room and then abandons me with a kiss.

‘Blindfolded woman in the buff,’ Benedict murmurs from behind me, taking my shoulders. ‘God, I love it when the reinvention is better than the original.’ He spins me gently before walking me forward for a few steps. ‘Music.’

Instantly, the orgasm vocals stop and the distinctive beat of Billie Eilish’sBad Guycomes on. I smile, because this song absolutely nails both the kinds of men I like and the kind of woman I am.

It would definitely make Gabe’s mama sad if she knew the kind of woman her son was fucking.

In any case, the beat gets right under my skin as I stand here naked and unseeing in front of this circle of gorgeous, aroused men. I’m about to be used, passed around them like the most mesmerising prize, but if they don’t understand that every single part of this scene is formethen the joke’s on them.

I land in front of one guy, my hands feeling for his shoulders, my thighs brushing his knees. He’s removed his jacket, and his shoulders are broad under the lustrous cotton of his shirt.

‘He fucks you until the music stops,’ Benedict tells me over the music, and with that the guy grabs me with two hands on my waist, pulling me towards him. I go, widening my stance so I can straddle him, looping my arms around his neck for balance and dipping my head to his neck as he swipes the tip of his latex-clad dick through my wetness. He’s a big guy. Gus, maybe? I don’t know, and I don’t care, because the not knowing whose dick I’m allowing inside my body is the hottest part of this.

That, and the certitude that Gabe and the others are watching right now, dicks out and ready, waiting for their turn with me.

He still has one hand on my waist, his fingers digging in hard, guiding me downwards. I lower myself onto his thick cock, gasping at the instant, glorious fullness of it, at how dirty it feels to be impaling myself on this stranger for our mutual pleasure. How shameless.

‘Fucking hell.’ His voice is a grunt. ‘Jesusfuck, you’re sexy.’

Behind me, Benedict grabs my ponytail and twists it around his fist. ‘Ride him.’

I do, focusing on nothing but the tension on my hair and the burn in my quads and the rough drag of this guy against my inner walls as I move. The friction is excellent, the feel of his powerful body thrusting up into me fantastic. I can definitely come like this. I just need?—

The song cuts out abruptly, and Benedict tugs at my ponytail. ‘Up.’

Fuck.

‘You’ve got to be fuckingkiddingme,’ my fuck buddy pants out as I ease off him.

The guy sitting next to him has me bend over the chair as soon as a new song starts up so he can take me from behind while Benedict holds the chair steady to prevent us both from crashing forward. It feels so utterly filthy to be ploughed intolike this, my hands white-knuckling the chair back and my tits bouncing freely as the others look on.

This guy may not have the girth of the last one, but he’s fucking me like he’s paid for the privilege and he’s intent on getting every drop of value from this coupling. Or maybe he just wants to shoot his load before the music cuts out and avoid his friend’s fate. Either way, his hard drives are hitting the spot, and I teeter on this knife-edge of arousal they’ve had me on until I’m shuddering and gasping and pleading with him, with whoever’s controlling the music to just, please, let me have this.

They do, and the orgasm rips through me like a fire in an oxygen chamber, consuming everything in its path. I press my blindfolded forehead into my knuckles as I ride out the climax, the man behind me fucking me roughly through it until he goes impossibly taut before jerking his own orgasm into the condom. When he’s done, he slides out of me, leaving me bent over and panting. I’m vaguely aware that his buddy who got short-changed before him is jacking himself off noisily next to us.

The song stops.

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