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“Lori needs a friend to take care of him not…his boss,” Ollie argues.
Rague grabs his neck and pulls him closer to him. “Nobody touches you, Kitty. No one but me. Don’t you forget who you belong to.”
Lori moans as his hand finds its way under my shirt to my bare skin. His lips are on my neck once again, letting out sexy sounds. The wiggling of his ass has turned my cock into stone, and Bez is unusually quiet.
“He doesn’t need a friend, just a dick to bounce on. And Gabe is a real dick.” Uri’s crass words earn a snarky reply from Ollie and they start arguing.
Bez?
Too tired. You need to take this one, Gabe.
Tired? The same guy that fucked two men until dawn in that dingy motel room only two months ago?
“If you don’t, I will.” Uri’s clipped voice suddenly brings me back to them. The idea of his hands on Lori makes the itching sensation come back all over my body. When did it stop?
“You and Uri are the single ones here,” Rague states, with Ollie sitting on his lap. “And you can definitely get it up for him.”
I’ve never held very tightly to the idea that I’m straight. I’ve never cared much about labels. Never wasted the time to think about it. But I also never really noticed a guy’s ass before. Then Lori entered my life and wiggled his on my lap, and now my dick is taking notice.
“Of course he can,” Uri states. Then he sighs when I don’t say anything. “Give him to me.”
He’s outstretching his arms toward a wiggling Lori when I bark, “Get. Out!”
Uri smirks smugly at me, but nods and gets out. “I saw a Starbucks on the other side of the road, I’ll keep an eye on this place through Serena.” He points at the camera on the wall on the left. “Call when you’re done.” He tosses my phone on the seat near me and closes the car door.
“Please…take care of him.” Ollie turns a pleading look at me before Rague pulls him out of the car.
As soon I hear the click of the door, Lori cries, “I de-serve th-this. I deserve it.” He whimpers miserably as tears roll down his face. The makeup smeared on his face trails down his cheeks in black and green streaks.
I don’t know what he’s talking about, I could ask him but instead I say, “Take the pain away, Lori.”
I’ve never seen anyone move so fast. Between one blink and another, he throws the blanket, my jacket, and his shirt off him and shifts to climb on my lap, straddling me gorgeously naked except for his skirt all bunched up around his waist. His mouth latches onto my neck as he starts humping me, shoving his hips against me, his bare, dripping cock stabbing my stomach as he rides my thigh. His hands roam all over me, tearing at my clothes, ripping buttons, ruining expensive fabrics, until he can touch my bare skin. And damn, it feels good.
“You’re so bloody perfect.” His cloudy eyes zero in on my defined pecs and the light blond hair covering them. His arms wrap around my neck, and then he starts rubbing our chests together. It’s like he’s trying to squirm even closer to me, which isn’t possible.
I grab his hips while I attempt to keep my head clear, but find it difficult with such an eager partner moaning so desperately against me.
Stop fighting it, Gabe. Let go and damn enjoy it,Bez suddenly tells me, moving my hands on Lori’s ass, clutching it in a possessive grasp. Damn, I hate when he moves me like a puppet, but Lori’s butt cheeks feel so soft and plump under my palms. I squeeze them a little harder, liking Lori’s increasing moans.
“Yes! Gabe. Cock. Want your cock. I’ll sit on it and take it all inside me.” His fingers fumble with my pants. He unzips them, and then takes my hard shaft out.
He looks absolutely intoxicated as he licks his palm and starts jerking me off. Damn, his hands are small, but soft and skilled. A low grunt slips out of my mouth as his hips continue jerking and seeking friction.
“Such a beautiful cock,” he mumbles deliriously.“Want you to fuck my face with it, fill my hole with your cum, spread it all over me.”
Bez growls, or maybe I do, because, fuck, Lori is pushing all the right buttons.
He suddenly stops, lifts his hips up, and spits on my cockhead as he lines it up with his entrance.
“Lori, wait. I can use my fingers—” He doesn’t let me finish and drops himself hard onto my cock.
“Fuuuuck,” he screams, head thrown back, hard nipples pointing at me, and dick spurting cum all over my stomach. “Yes! Yes. Yeeees.” He’s coming from only the feel of my length inside him. This drug is more potent than I thought. And although I know it’s wrong, I can’t stop feeling so damn aroused by the sight of Lori orgasming around me, squeezing his walls, strangling my bare cock in a vise.
Bare. No condom.
Yep, too late now! It feels fucking amazing, Bez growls.
I’ve never had sex without one, and always convinced Bez to use protection. But barebacking does feel damn incredible.
