“We can never have too many HEEAs.” His voice is gruff.
I lean in and drag one nipple over the tip of his cock.
“God—” His body jerks.
“It goes without saying this can only happen with the grace of God,” the man says.
The poor guy has no idea how off he is.
Phoenix and I share a complicit smile.
I push his hand away from mine.
He doesn’t fight me.
I lean in and lick him from balls to tip before wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, sucking him in deep.
“Oh, God.” Phoenix clamps a hand on the back of my head.
Heat flares at my core.
“I have to say, I didn’t peg you as such an overtly religious man,” a woman says.
I’m not sure who’s talking. I lost track.
“Oh, well, you know…” Phoenix says. “God is good?—”
I bob my head up and down his cock, making sure he hits the back of my throat each time.
I gag a little, but that doesn’t stop me.
Phoenix grunts.
“Are you okay, Phoenix?” A woman says.
“Yes. More than okay.” He coughs. “A bit dehydrated from the flight. That’s all.”
I bet he is.
“The sensation of being as parched as if you’d been walking around in the desert for weeks is dreadful.” Gordon’s British accent gives him away.
“It is,” Phoenix says.
The discussion resumes, as the participants move on to another topic.
I suck Phoenix deeper. Faster.
I’m turned on like crazy by the kinkiness of our naughty play. The group of six can’t see us, but they can hear us. And it wouldn’t take much for that Post-it note to drop from the screen.
God, this is filthy.
Almost as if he could read my thoughts, Phoenix reaches out and pinches my nipple before twisting it hard.
Fuck, this hurts so good.
I choke around his cock.
My eyes fly up to his.
