Page 156 of Good Losers (Lochkelvin Academy)

“You need a bit more than that,” Luke advises dryly with an affable smile. The lightness of his tone makes me wonder if he’d been shaken for a moment, like everyone else, by the size of Danny’s cock. Luke’s is, I imagine, not insignificant — I’ve felt his erection digging into me, making me gasp just by its presence. But now that Danny clearly has no idea what he’s doing with the power he’s been gifted, it’s more a source of entertainment.

Danny bows his head again, and his tongue plants a long, flat stripe from the bottom of my folds to the top of my clit. I jerk upward. He does it again. I convulse beneath him. The sensation of me shuddering beneath him seems to renew Danny somehow; he knows innately what to do, and he resumes licking my clit with a kind of fervent, rhythmic attention, tracking the almost Pavlovian jolts of my body with interest.

“You like that?” Rory tosses out. “You like tasting your best friend’s pussy in front of her asshole boyfriend?”

I glance at Rory as my chest surges in triple-time, my swaying breasts barely restrained by their dainty lace cups.

Danny moans around me, and the bed rocks slowly beneath us. I realize with awe that Danny’s grinding his hips into the mattress.

“If you lick her harder,” Rory continues, acting blithely unaware of the effect his dark, teasing murmur has on both of us as it dances down the bed, “she might come quicker. She might come before the asshole boyfriend changes his mind and kicks you out.”

Another moan, and this time it’s mine. A pulled-out, elongated whine as Danny paints the most intimate part of me with saliva. As Rory’s voice whispers dark, despicable things…

Luke points somewhere near the very top of my clit, the place that makes me moan the most, and Danny’s mouth obediently follows.

His hips continue to grind deeper into the mattress, a rhythm that aids in bringing him closer to my clit. Soon I’m dancing on the edge again, and this time I feel within me the ability to explode, to erupt all over Danny’s solemn, devotional face.

“Or maybe youwanthim to change his mind,” Rory adds with a dangerous, experimental lilt. “Maybe you want the asshole boyfriend to see what you’re up to. Maybe you want the asshole boyfriend to punishyou.”

Silence. Thick, warm silence. Danny’s hips stutter along the bed and then stop moving. His mouth lands sloppily on my mound. And then—

“Fuck,” Danny mutters brokenly above my cunt.

Luke peers at Danny in concern.

Rory blinks at him, unnerved. “Hamilton, did you just fucking come?”

“N-no.”

But it’s unquestionable. The soft, loose sag of his muscles, the instant relief that radiates throughout his body. He’s collapsed above me, his mouse-brown hair flopping in front of his eyes, his breath flowing free and fast, unrestricted. I don’t think he’d breathed since the moment Rory opened his mouth.

I don’t understand what’s happening but I know it all ties together. Rory and Danny, head chief and head gremlin, one of the coziest twosomes and now… now with Danny, quite happily, at Rory’s mercy. The thrill of his punishment in an imaginary scenario enough to make him explode.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Rory mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose in dismay. “Get rid of those sheets, you insatiable wretch.”

“’M sorry, Jessa,” Danny whispers, looking mortified. His hands are buried tight in the sheets, as though letting go would be to deny an extension of this moment between my legs. “For what it’s worth… I blame the pill.”

Beside him, Luke snorts, clapping him on the back. “Come on, you daft sod.”

“Be careful what you say, Luke,” Rory advises with a dark glower in Danny’s direction. “He better notcome onon any more stuff.”

As Luke gently guides a shaken Danny from the bed, Danny gripping the soiled sheets in bunches between his fist, Rory meets Finlay’s gaze in disbelief.

“Imagine having a weapon like that between your legs and having no fucking idea what to do with it,” Rory marvels. “No wonder it goes off at random intervals. He’s probably not even bothered to train the thing.”

Danny manages a weak glare as he dumps the sheets in the corner of the room, naked and now uncaring. “I know this may come as a shock, but I have actually wanked before.”

“And was that by accident, or…?” Rory asks, and Luke purses his smirking lips again.

“Anyway,” Finlay says brightly, “I dinnaeneedtae imagine having something that big between my legs.”

Luke laughs outright at this, which makes Finlay’s face darken like a storm cloud. “Well, fine. At least I actually know whit taedaewi’ the equipment I’ve got.”

Oh myGod, I swear there’s nothing worse than guys comparing the size of their dicks. In annoyance at being left out, I make a soft growl from my prone position among the pillows. I’m growing restless. Everything about tonight has been one long, giant tease at Rory’s behest and I am done. I amdone. I want to come!

“Apologies, little saint,” Rory says, sounding gracious. “We’ll resume as scheduled.”

“I just want to come,” I whisper, pained with desire, and Rory’s face softens at once, all trace of his earlier humor gone. He seems to realize how far gone, how utterly desperate I am, as I writhe before him in bed, toying with the silk undersheet. His silver eyes rake over my body, feasting on the sight of me.

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