Page 7 of Terror Tuesday
Bryce straddles my shoulder, his hardness bumping my chin. Hunter pulls back until I gasp for air, just as Bryce taps his wayinside, timidly at first. With cheeks flaming red and a snotty nose, I narrow my eyes at Hunter, who watches me take his friend. His gaze fills with lust as I do, and I stroke him languidly while letting Bryce shift his hips against my face.
This time, I take the lead. I grip both men, jerking them until they grunt, then pull back to take a breath. While resting on my calves, I lick my lips and give them each a smirk, making sure the flash of the camera is on my face.
I lift my eyes to Hunter’s, my mouth curling into the smallest, sweetest smile. “You love me, don’t you?”
Hunter hesitantly nods, as if in a daze.
So I take his dick and press the tip against his best friend’s.
“What the fuck, Olivia!” Hunter takes an instinctive step back, but Bryce whimpers.
A tiny, erotic, needy sound…
“Closer” is the only command that resonates through the room. It shatters any illusion of control Hunter thinks he has. The hypnotic tone lulls him back to me…and to his friend, but the scowl on President Remington’s face remains.
I blink innocently while stroking him and his friend. “Sorry,” I whisper, then stuff his dick back in my mouth before he can protest.
Bryce’s is short and stubby, while my boyfriend’s is longer, but with a bend. When I take it out of my mouth and casually stuff Bryce’s in, its length is enough to still touch his friend’s dick.
Hunter swears an airy curse, but doesn’t move away this time. So, I sit on my heels and take both cocks in my hand, slowly wetting the shafts with spit, then tap their ends together.
Bryce bites his lip and tosses his head back while Hunter’s breathing picks up. A puff of air blows down on me as he whispers, “O-Olivia, what are you doing?” But there’s noargument in it. I swirl the heads together, then rest them on my tongue before attempting to wrap my lips around both.
“Oh, fuck me.” Bryce gasps. It isn’t just arousal…it’s shame. And then he looks at Hunter.
Hunter gazes back at him for one heartbeat. Two.
Their eyes are locked in a moment neither can escape.
Bryce moves first.Lust consumes his face until he inadvertently reaches out for Hunter’s hip to steady himself. Hunter slides his eyes down Bryce’s chest to his abs, then lower.
From the back of the room, a quiet voice interrupts their moment. “Stroke his cock.”
“Fuck you…”
“No, fuckeach other,” Vanq commands.
I pull the dicks out, rub them together, then stick them back inside. Every time they meet my lips, the muscles throb whenever they’re close. I do it again, the heads fitting neatly together, rolling them around and around in circles as they drip pre-cum from the holes.
The next time I pull out, Hunter grabs his dick and Bryce’s in one of his hands. And like he’s furious with himself, with the world, he yanks his friend closer, jerking madly while I watch. Bryce’s hand gently touches Hunter’s side as Hunter’s free one strokes my hair. But even trying to include me in this is only a spectacle.
Bryce is recording two cocks rubbing, growing redder and harder with every stroke. Both stare at where they’re joined as I gain a level of satisfaction I never thought I’d have. Victory in Hunter’s defeat.
On camera.
“Babe, please. Be a dirty slut for once in your life and suck us both off.” Hunter attempts to regain the upper hand and aims his length at me again, but he’s interrupted with a furious, sharp snap.
“Don’t youdarefinish in her mouth. Not one fuckingdropon her,” Vanq says, and his next instruction pulls the oxygen from the room. “Come on his dick. Show him how much you want him.”
“I can’t… I can’t…” Hunter grunts with every thrust forward of his hips. Each grip of his hands grows tighter. His eyes glazed with ecstasy.
Bryce gasps a high-pitched, broken sound, his body jerking violently. The second his cum splashes over Hunter’s cock, his breath catches in a strangled moan. Hunter flinches until his eyes grow wide with realization. His lips part like he wants to deny what’s happening, even as he grips both of them in his fist.
“D-Damn,” Bryce stammers with his chest heaving.
Hunter swipes his hand on Bryce’s shirt like he’s disgusted. But it’s too late.
As I attempt to avoid Hunter’s impending eruption, Bryce’s body jerks back as Hunter’s warm cum sprays all over him. I squint to avoid any in my eyes, but it doesn’t stop. It’s hot. And smells of iron.
