“‘Shouldn’t’ is a stupid word.” Doc’s hand moves lower, caressing her through her bra. January’s eyes roll in pleasure before she pulls away, staring at me with enough shame to torch a nun.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this with both of you.”
“What do you mean, both of us?” Doc says in mock puzzlement. “I’m touching you and Bobby’s not doing anything.”
“But you can’t both be here when…”
“Why not?” He moves his palm across her breasts in a slow circular rhythm. “Don’t you want your first orgasm to be special?”
“I don’t know.” She closes her eyes, her breathing hard. “But won’t you want me to… do something back?”
No, I think. It can be just for you, January. Of course, it can.
Doc laughs quietly. “Don’t worry about us, Tesorina. We’re big boys. We can control ourselves.”
He pinches her nipple and she gasps. “Then I guess… I think… but I really shouldn’t…”
Doc gives me a hard stare. Move. Now.
I lift the covers from the mattress and duck under, feeling completely disconnected from my body. Am I really about to do this? And in front of Doc? But January’s feet curl above my head, her smooth soles and cherry-painted toenails. I can smell her already, sweet as apple pie.
“Are you excited, Tesorina?” Doc asks, somewhere above me.
“I shouldn’t… I’m supposed to stay a virgin.”
“And you will.”
I grab January’s ankles and ease them apart. She gives a high, breathy moan. “Bobby…”
“Shhh,” Doc’s voice is low. “It doesn’t count, baby. It’s just the three of us in your little bed, playing together. No one needs to know. Just let Basher make you feel good.”
She says something I can’t hear, but her scent grows stronger. I slide my hands up her calves. Her skin is soft and smooth, long muscles twitch beneath my fingers.
“Bobby, are you sure?”
“He’s exactly where he wants to be,” Doc says. “Why don’t you just lie back and let me…”
There’s a sound of material shifting, and January gives a sharp moan. My cock pulses against my stomach. He must be sucking her nipples, the way he did in the cage. I watched him do it on the monitors. Jerked off about it later. Not that I’d ever admit that.
I slide my hands to the top of January’s thighs, brushing my thumbs over the sheer pink thong Eli chose for her. She’s soaked through, wet as the rain outside. My mouth fills with saliva. All I want to do is to make her come with my tongue. With a single fingertip, I move the sodden panties to one side and my vision swims. She’s small and pink and soft and perfect.
And then her hands are cupping my head. “Bobby, you don’t have to…”
I pause, tongue already extended. I’ll die if I have to stop, but I’d die for January anyway.
“Tesorina,” Doc croons. “You’re a big girl and you won your bet. If you don’t want Basher’s mouth on you while I suck on your tits, you can say no.”
“I can say no,” she repeats, her voice thick with lust. I hover, tongue quaking, praying Doc knows what he’s doing.
“That’s right.” There’s a soft sucking noise. “But you want some relief, don’t you, baby? You’ve been aching for it all night, all your life, you just want a man to make you come.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes… I want to come.”
That’s all I need. I lean forward and give her a long, slow lick. She gasps and her thighs close around my head, locking me in. Half-convinced this is a dream, I go to work, licking her pussy the way I’d like to kiss her perfect pouty lips.
“You greedy little girl,” Doc mutters. “You like Bobby’s tongue nice and soft in your cunt while I play with your tits?”
January bucks hard against my face. The noises she makes are like razor wire going through my brain. I press my aching cock against the mattress and wish it was her pussy.