“Voss,” I growled, in Marek’s roughest tone.
“What did I tell you about tongues, Marek?” Voss casually inquired. “Besides—I’m certain she has a nice one.”
Sirena reached my feet and knelt back on her heels before putting her hands on my waist, and started to undo the belt of my slacks. I glanced past the men and saw the horrified expression on Kelly’s face—then the Dullahan had the decency to close his eyes.
“You are absolutely getting killed now,” Takamatsu said, then snorted. “Him, too. We should start a pool.”
“Before or after the show?” Voss laughed.
Sirena worked the slacks down, then the boxer briefs beneath—exposing me to the humid night air.
“At least try to enjoy it, Marek,” Voss muttered.
“I’ll take a turn,” Sergei offered.
My body tensed. Sirena pressed her hands to my thighs, steadying herself—and then leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock.
Oh no,I thought, a cold horror blooming.
I liked my new penis. I liked what we’d done with it last night. But this wasn’t the time. This wasn’t the place. These weren’t the people. And also?—
Why had evolution designed it so that the same thing was used forboth?
Sirena’s laugh was muffled—but I felt it. Her cheeks puffed out, and her lips curved around me in a way only I would notice.
“Get it going, man,” one of the buyers muttered.
But I was barely breathing. And she—she was playing a longer game.
She batted her eyes up at me and stole what little breath I had left away, when she took all of me into her mouth.
“Daddy’s little girl, sucking a stranger’s cock,” Voss said, appreciatively. “I should tape this and send it to him.”
Her fingers curled against my stomach, holding me close with my slacks—and I dared to put my hands in her hair.
That made her tongue work harder—and any restraint I had melted away. I gave a rough pant—and below me, Sirena purred.
“You should stream it, for money—I’ve got servers no one can touch,” Takamatsu promised.
But that wasn’t true, was it,I thought, as I slid past Sirena’s perfectly painted pink lips, all of me landing home. I could put everything Takamatsu had ever done—every file, every feed, every fucked-up whisper—on the dark web tonight. And I would. I just?—
Sirena gave a sudden, sharp suck.
My knees buckled.
Her eyes flicked up to mine, dry and knowing.Focus,they said.
I choked on a gasp. She pressed her tongue against the underside of me in reprimand. A sensual slap on the wrist.
Sorry,I thought—too loud, too earnest—and her eyes softened a fraction, before she hollowed her cheeks like a woman in love with vengeance.
I swayed. Her hands tightened on my thighs, holding me steady, grounding me even as she stripped me bare.
Someone laughed. Someone moaned. The deck was no longer quiet.
But all I could hear was my own pulse, surging like static, and her—Sirena—sucking me deeper into her mouth like a promise, making a weapon of her body.
My fingers trembled in her hair—mine,not Marek’s—and she let me hold her close, pulling me in, the head of my cock sliding down into the top of her throat.
