He swiped his joint back, and I glared at him. That was… until he gripped my cheeks and brought his lips to mine, blowing a thick cloud of smoke into my mouth. My pussy clenched, and I couldn’t keep my hands off him, despite still being irritated by his jab.
“Oh, shit. You got the good stuff,” I hummed in approval.
He laughed. “You meanyougot the good stuff. So high you forgot or something?”
“Or something.” I shrugged, dragging his lips to my neck and sliding my fingers down to his dick in his onesie.
“Mmm, naughty girl. If you don’t stop, you’re gonna make me blow my sack. But that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
I smiled as I lowered my mouth onto his lap, popping his dick out of his outfit and using the bottom snap to hold him in place for me. But I wasn’t interested in just licking his popsicle stick. He was mymo, yes, but he was an eeny meeny before that. Now was my chance to return the favor.
“Oh fuck. Nobody touches my balls usually. That feels good.”
I could vaguely see the guys staring at us now, watching through the low flickers of the makeshift crayon candles that were surprisingly useful.
Guess Rudy wasn’t just good for a rippingly fun fuck after all. Bravo, Soda Pop.
Que had his hands in his pants, not bothering to hide the fact he was peeping on us, and I moaned, my eyes beckoning him closer.
“C’mere. Suck his cock for me, Rabbit Man. I wanna show him something else.”
Que quirked a brow at me, but he listened like the good little bunny that he was and hopped on over to the couch, following my direction again when I used my bare foot to lower him to his knees before joining him between his friend’s legs.
“Don’t come in my mouth, Blitz. You know I get nauseous from the texture,” Que warned, and I eyed him for a moment.
He hadn’t seemed all that bothered by Rudy’s…
“Take this off, Smokey,” I said, letting my voice dip low and get all porn star like.
Gran’s picture frame was above my head, and I smirked at her while watching Que help ditzy Blitzy get buck naked.
“Such a good boy.” I purred when Blitz reclaimed his spot on the couch, spreading his legs wide for me and Que.
I gave him a quick kiss that got his lips nice and slippery and then lowered his head down onto Blitz’s dick. At least this one was hard. Giving a quick pointed look to Nancy Drunk in the corner still nursing the neck of the vodka bottle, I slipped my fingers in my mouth.
The twins had their dicks in their hands again, leisurely stroking from tip to base and filling the room with soft pants that made me tingle. Hell, even Dash and Dane were grinding against each other without realizing it as they watched my perfectly orchestrated performance.
Blitz still had the joint in his mouth, sucking on the filter like it was a lifeline, and I knew it was the right time.
Wickedly grinning and rightfully earning my naughty list crown, I slipped a hand under Blitzy’s balls and found his pucker. A soft, surprised squeak barely left his lips before I shoved two fingers knuckle-deep into his netherworld and curled them towards myself.
“Oh—fuck!” He squealed higher than I thought a man could squeal, and Que started choking. He popped off at the same time white come began spewing all over Blitz’s lap and the couch.
Oh, Granny’s gonna be mad now…
“What’s the matter?” I grinned, meeting Blitz right in his meenie eyes and watching him hack and sputter. “Can’t handle it?”
CHAPTER 17
QUE
Well, that ended a little prematurely.
I wiped the excess saliva from the sides of my mouth with the back of a hand and pushed to my feet, my knees buckling out from under me for a sec. This chick had a sex drive that rivaled my own and my body was starting to feel the consequences.
Yeah, you’re not the only one who’s shocked. But there was a lot going out and not so much coming in—if ya catch my drift.
My stomach grumbled, reminding me the last full meal we’d all had was a plate of baked beans and some stale bread that we’d washed down with a gallon of powdered drink mix.
