Page 161 of Good Losers (Lochkelvin Academy)

There’s the sudden peal of delirious laughter ringing through the room. Everyone finds it the funniest thing. Even I end up giggling, watching Finlay as he crows with utter delight.

“Oh my God, sassenach. I know I’m good, but ye dinnae need tae tell the whole fuckin’ world.”

Danny stifles a snort. When the moment passes and all lingering laughter dissolves, Rory turns to Danny and Luke.

“It seems the saint needs help staying quiet. The two of you, get on the bed and assist her.”

My heart suddenly constricts. Finlay continues to rock into me, much gentler this time, his muscles bunching beneath his weight as he exhales long and low.

“Help her out?” Danny asks, nonplussed, though from his face he yearns to be beside me. “How?”

“Well, think about it,” Rory says dryly, with a brief glance at Danny’s obscene, bobbing length, “if your tiny brain is able to, when all your blood is busy rushing elsewhere. Luke may not talk much but oral’s his game — he could lick and suck a woman for days. While you, due to some bizarre freak accident of birth… possess a dick slightly above average in size.”

“Significantly,” Luke amends quietly.

Danny’s eyes narrow. “So what?”

Rory looks like he’s despairing. Like he’s regretting not just meeting Danny in Edinburgh and grudgingly inviting him to live with us, but the moment I sat beside him in physics class last year and decided to be best friends with him.

“So shove – it – down – her – throat,” Rory murmurs, and my lips part in awe. “Look.” He points to my open mouth. “She’s even trying to guide you.” When Danny says nothing, Rory asks, “You do know what a throat is, right? A mouth? I know you’re a virgin but you do know where bad girls let good little boys stick it, yeah?”

With a slow, nerve-steeling swallow, Danny moves over to me, Luke in tow. The two of them approach the bed with a sense of determination that’s quietly thrilling. The air that had been momentarily added to the room through our brief laughter break rapidly extinguishes.

Luke slips a silk pillow beneath my hips. Finlay shoots him an impatient glance, having to stop thrusting into me for the briefest second. But when I’m settled on top of the large, puffy pillow, watching Luke maneuver his ebony body toward me, I realize this is an even better angle for Finlay to hit, my nerves dissolving in ecstasy as my body grows hotter around him. Whatever Rory’s plan, it’s utterly failing, because my moans cut through the tense air and scatter, reverberating, around the large room.

When Luke lowers his mouth to my clit, his eyelids closed and his dark eyelashes brushing his high cheeks, I scream.

Next to me, a flustered Danny places a warm palm against my mouth, squashing my head deep into the pillows. I gape up at him, startled. I have half a mind to askwhat the fuck, but then Luke begins to lick me vigorously in time with each confident roll of Finlay’s hips, each thick throbbing stroke of Finlay’s cock, like he’s trying to breach further and further into me, anatomy be damned. With the sudden onslaught of pleasure, I can neither think nor speak any more.

Luke is captivating, his diligent tongue lapping at my clit right above Finlay’s plowing cock. He rests his hand lightly on my belly, angling his head so that he has the greatest access to me. If Finlay’s unnerved by Luke’s extremely close presence, he doesn’t show it, concentrating instead on my face, on the bliss that must be written all over it.

Danny’s hand hasn’t left my mouth yet. It’s strange, so uncharacteristic, knowing it’s Danny who’s being rough with me.

In the background, Rory watches us all lazily, stretching up onto both elbows to find the best angle to watch the show. He fixates on the palm sealed across my mouth, muffling my drawn-out moans, and his gray eyes narrow.

“I’m giving you a second chance,” Rory snaps at Danny, “so you better be grateful for it, you pathetic scrote.”

In the corner of my eye, Danny’s cock gives an enormous jerk, hardening like steel beneath Rory’s disdainful glare.

Is he really getting off on this?I wonder, aghast. Rory jeering at him, humiliating him, calling him names in front of the others? Amazingly, I’m not a complete perv, and so I’ve never once considered how my best friend gets his rocks off, but from what I’m witnessing, it seems to tie around me and Rory.EspeciallyRory, and their fractious personal history.

It must all be related, because Danny begins to touch himself gently in a bid to get himself under control. His cock is straining upward like a damn flagpole, precum pulsing at the tip.

Danny turns to me, full of nervous anticipation, still slowly fisting his cock as he prepares to place it inside my mouth. “Are you… Are you okay with this?” he asks, looking as though the words aren’t enough.

I stare up at him, my face nothing beneath his palm but a pair of questioning eyes. Flushing, Danny briefly pulls his hand away, using it to alternate with his other stroking hand.

“Well, you don’t look like you’ll last very long,” I remark breezily, a vicious stab of words designed to puncture male pride, but as I’d privately predicted, Danny’s cock jolts impossibly higher into his hands and he purses his lips tight together.

“Fuck,” Danny mutters, his eyes sliding shut.

Finlay stares at us with relish, as though this is the funniest thing he’s seen all night. “God, nae wonder ye were such a wee cunt towards us if this is the effect,” he muses unevenly between hard thrusts of his cock. “You really are full o’ revelations tonight, D-boy. All I have tae dae is call ye an impudent rascal for ye tae blow yer load — again — all over these sheets.”

“Shaddap,” Danny mumbles, tomato-red, his eyes still screwed tight as he tries to regain control over his breath.

Eventually, they flutter open, seeking me out. There’s a pained expression on his face. Precum is already thick and glossy across the back of Danny’s hand, and I know my words were true: he’s not going to last long at all. I have a momentary wonder about what rejecting his cock would do to him (make him erupt here and now beside me?) but I obligingly turn my head to the side and open my mouth just for him.

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