Page 61 of Vicious Kitten

“Yes, of course, you do. You like watching.” Rhys nudges Marcus with her arm, but keeps her eyes on Simon and me.

“I like watchingyouwith them.” Marcus counters, and Rhys rolls her eyes.

“But I’mreallyinto this.” She turns to Marcus then. “Watch for me? Please?” She flutters her lashes innocently, which is amusing as fuck, because there’s nothing innocent about Rhys George.

Marcus’ dark eyes roam Kitten’s face before he sighs. “I’ll try. But I’m only watching for you, Rhee.”

She beams.

“Can I bail?” Garrett grumbles, and she swings around to face him this time.

“No, Mr Cole! You may not!”

“Can I watch your reactions instead of what they’re doing?” Garrett tries to compromise, but Rhys looks at him sternly.

“You can watch both, Big Guy.”

Garrett growls but faces us, and we all know that if Gaz didn’t really want to watch, then he wouldn’t.

With three sets of eyes watching, I return my focus back to Simon. He glances up at me, raising a single blonde brow, and I give him a slight nod, urging him to get on with it.

My playful mate looks a little nervous as he reaches up to start undoing my jeans, and fuck, my heart starts racing with nerves, too. Ok, so there’s some excitement laced with my nerves. Thor is hankering to be sucked after all, and I’m only human. I’m also curious as fuck to see if a guy sucking my dick is any different from a chick. I can’t imagine that it would be too different. A mouth is a mouth… right?

My jeans slowly drop from my hips, and Simon eases them all the way down to my ankles while Thor strains in my boxer briefs. Simon’s hazel eyes lock onto the bulge in my jocks and swallows deep.

“You don’t have to do this, man,” I whisper, and Simon’s eyes dart up to mine.

“No. I want to… But what if I’m not good at it?”

“Just remember what you like and do the same. I’ll guide you if needed.”

I wait until Simon gives me a nod, and then I pull down my boxers and Thor springs free, bobbing in front of Simon’s face.

“This is the best porn I’ve ever seen.” Rhys singsongs, clapping, even though we haven’t done anything yet. Meanwhile, Marcus grumbles.

“I’ve seen better.”

Garrett chuckles at Marcus’ comment, but I ignore them as I watch Simon’s eyes staring at my dick.

“Fuck, Bossi. You have a good-looking cock.” Simon grins up at me, and I smirk smugly because fuck yes, I do.

“Thor is a work of art.”

“Thor? Jesus Christ.” Garrett scoffs.

“Yes Thor.” Kitten preens. “He’s a magnificent specimen. I can’t wait to see him sink into Simon’s mouth.”

“I’d be much more comfortable if it was Rhys about to take your cock, Bossi,” Marcus comments, and I chuckle.

“Fuck, your tune has changed, Grady.” I chuckle. “It wasn’t that long ago that you wanted us to keep our cocks away from Rhys.”

“Just remember this right here is only about sex.” Rhys butts in. “It’s not about feelings, just about arousal and desire and letting go. Imagine being so horny that you don’t care who you fuck as long as it happens. It’s like that sometimes at the clubs. Just giving yourself over to the carnal need.”

“I’m ready to give in to my carnal need,” I growl, my dick feeling like the skin is going to split any moment. Then I catch Simon’s eye. “You sure about this, Hastings?”

Grinning, he moves his eyes back to my straining dick. “Simon says shut the fuck up.” Then he wraps his hand around my cock and guides Thor’s head between his lips.

My mouth drops open as the visuals and sensations take over, and I try to keep my eyes open to watch my dick sink into the heat of my mate’s mouth. Rhys moans, and I glance over to see her put her hand between her legs. Frowning, I lift my finger and point sternly at her.

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