I focus on Anthony. He’s close. Flexing, breathing rapidly, his hands fisting behind his back. I suck his head faster, fondling his sensitive balls, coaxing him to give me his climax.
I look up into blue eyes.Come on, Anthony.
“Jesus!” It comes out as a shout. His deep grunt echoes through the room, and the other guys make noises in sympathy. Curses, groans.
Hot cum floods my mouth, and I hold his gaze while I swallow. I want him to know how much I enjoy it.
Anthony collapses back on the bed, grinning like an idiot.
Quickly, I pivot to the guy next to him, the talkative one who thought Damian was shitting all of them about this evening. I don’t ask his name. I don’t make fucking conversation. I just start kissing his chest. Soft little kisses, and nibbles, and a bite on his nipple that makes him yelp.
“Don’t you want to know my name?” he asks.
“Uh-uh.” I tease his hard abs with my tongue.
“Don’t you want to take this off?” He runs his fingers under the straps of my tank top. I shiver, goosebumps speckling my skin, but I push his hand away.
“Not right now.”
“Don’t you want to—”
I put my finger to his lips. “Quiet. Or I’ll have to hush you up.”
Laughter runs around the room, quick and charged.
“I’d like to see that,” says the guy lounging against the dresser. He watches me through slitted eyes. “It’s more than any of us can do.”
Damian shoots him a look, and he subsides.
I kiss a trail down to Talkative Boy’s crotch. He’s silent now. But when I take his bare cock in my hands and begin to caress his warm skin, he can’t hold back. All thefucks andchrists andoh shits come pouring out. And when I think of Damian watching me get his friend off, I suck relentlessly, encouraging his orgasm with my hands and mouth.
Why can’t I see Damian? Is he deliberately staying out of my sightline? Teasing me back?
The other guys are close; Anthony and a blond guy with glasses are practically on top of us, and the guy lounging by the dresser watches with a slight smile as he slowly fists his dick.
It would all be perfect if I could just see Damian’s face.
A string of curses rips through the air as Talkative Boy spurts onto my tongue. I lick his cock through his climax, eager for every drop, savoring the way his mouth hangs open when I swallow his cum too.
As he sprawls on the bed to recover, I grab the hands of the blond with the glasses, pull him to his feet, and push him against the opposite wall. He’s caught off-guard, which is fun. Excited as hell, which is even better. But I also do it because I want to see Damian at the same time.
Finally, I can look him over. He’s leaning against the wall, his strong arms folded. His body is beautiful, and his cock’s as aroused as everyone else’s. But he isn’t touching himself like the others. He’s just waiting. Watching me. Like a hawk.
I get the feeling he can wait a long time. Outlast all the teasing I can dream up.
I flush down my chest. I’m the one off-balance now. With a deep breath, I unhook the blond’s glasses, set them on Damian’s desk, and pull him in for a kiss.
His hands flex in the air. He’s obviously unsure whether he can touch me. I haven’t given him an order the way I did for Anthony. I let him wonder as I suck on his neck and throat. There’s no doubt I’m leaving hickeys, little remembrances of this night. He doesn’t offer a word of protest.
The room is truly silent now, soaked in sex. I know without looking that the guys who already came are getting hard again.
I drop to my knees and close my eyes, letting sensation take over. This boy’s musky scent, his satiny skin. When I tease the underside of his cock with my tongue, his hands suddenly slide into my hair.
The room takes a breath.
I don’t shake him off or tell him no. I let him massage my scalp, loosening my ponytail, just because it feels so damn good. When he holds the back of my head while I suck his cock, I let out a little sigh.
Suddenly, there’s the warmth of a body close to mine. Someone’s crouching next to me. I feel a hand on my back, and I know from his scent that it’s Damian.