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“Oh, he will. Many, many times,” Kerrington says with a cocky smile. “He loves it.”

“So do you.” Fucking Christ, I’m going to blow just thinking about it. I’m not usually a hair trigger, and I definitely can hold my orgasms for a while, but with this incessant stimulation, and Nicole in on it, I kind of want to blow fast just to make her watch. “Do you want to play, too, Duchess?”

“I am not going to have a buzzer in my butt while sitting across the table from Mason and Leah. No way.”

“That’s fine. Then be the catcher,” Kerrington offers.

“And what am I catching, exactly?”

I grunt, rubbing my dick through my pants because the need for release gets too strong to hold back and behave.

Her mouth drops, and she turns to Kerrington. “Whoa.”

I brace against the doorjamb. Our hotel suite door is wide open, and I’m whipping my cock out already. Pumping myself, it doesn’t take long before the first orgasm strikes me. “Give me your mouth, Duchess.”

She doesn’t hesitate to drop to her knees and suck me off while I blow my load down her throat. It’s over fast. Too fast.

“Let’s go.” Kerrington leaves first and I’m still helping Nicole back to her feet.

“How long will you play this game?”

“For however long I can stand it.” Which will be a few hours at least. My max was eleven hours, and I thought I was going to die. It would have been a glorious death, not gonna lie.

“Do I get to catch it every time you…” She makes a little explosion gesture with her hands.

“Probably not. Unless you want to crawl under the table at the restaurant with Mase and Leah there. I certainly won’t stop you.”

Her cheeks blaze, and she doesn’t say another word. I tuck myself away and follow her out of the suite and into the elevator, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

“You good?” Kerrington asks, already checking in with me.

“Peachy.”

As we hit the lobby, the motherfucker turns the setting up to a faster, steady vibration.

By the time we’re halfway to the restaurant, “I’m going to come again.”

The sensations are too much to fight and the urge to stroke myself and get off is not something I’ll deny. Unbuckling my belt and pulling my dick out, I stroke myself and stare at Kerrington through the rearview mirror while he drives.

“Hold it,” he commands.

“Can’t… too… close.”

“Hold. It.”

As much as I want to obey, my bratty side has other plans. Flipping him the bird, I jerk off faster. “Duchess, catch it.”

Nicole insisted we both sit in the backseat, and she hasn’t taken her eyes off me since. My girl leans down and sucks the head of my dick until the wave of pleasure rides through me and I lean back with a sigh. “This is gonna be a long evening.”

“You’re a fucking hair-trigger tonight.”

I’m not insulted by it. He’s right. “Can you blame me? Look at our scene. Hottie in the driver’s seat with the control to my ass. And the most stunning creature in the world ready to suck me off. I’m going to take full advantage of this until I’m drained dry.”

Nicole giggles and swipes cum from the corner of her mouth. Instead of licking it or wiping it on something, she reaches over and offers it to Kerrington. Without missing a beat, he sucks her finger and groans.

“Yeah. I’m in so much trouble tonight.” Leaning back, I press my head against the cool window, hoping it’ll help ease my burn.

Once we pull up to the restaurant and hand the keys to valet, I have to stop, mid-way up the fucking steps, and take a minute. My dick’s straining for attention, pinned against the waistband of my dress slacks, and my balls are drawing up tight.

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