He runs his hand down over her belly, marking her with his blood, until he reaches her pussy. He dabs more blood on her swollen clit.
“Perfect,” he says, admiring his work.
Ophelia half sits up, notices the blood, and gasps. “Malachi, are you okay?” Then she spots his handiwork and sighs, falling back onto the blanket with a groan of acceptance.
“You’ve had your fun,” I tell Mal. “Now move out of the way.”
He does as I ask, smirking as he gets to his feet, his gaze lingering on my erection.
“Desperate much?”
I glare at him and let my gaze drop to his cock, which looks almost purple in the moonlight, he’s that aroused. Yeah, he can laugh, but he’s not much better off.
“Who goes where?” I ask.
Roman indicates Ophelia and simply says. “Lady’s choice.”
She props herself up on her elbows and presses her lips together as she moves her attention from one of us to the other. I can tell she’s got something in mind.
“Ophelia?” I question.
“Well, I was thinking about how having each of your…essence…inside me is what binds us, right?” She blinks up at Roman, who gives a curt nod. “But how come none of you get to swap…essences?”
Roman’s eyes widen behind his mask. “You mean us swallow each other’s cum? Not happening.”
I agree with him there.
But she shakes her head. “No, of course not.” She smiles a secretive little smile, and I wonder what she’s playing at. She agreed far too quickly. “But I do think you should each get a drop of pre-cum. It’s a little like exchanging a drop of blood, right?”
Malachi chuckles. “She just wants to see us suck each other’s cocks.”
Roman shakes his head again. “With my jaw injury, I’m not sucking anything.”
“But you could get a taste,” she pushes, seductively.
I’m not sure how I feel about this, but I’m all for giving Ophelia whatever she wants. We ask so much from her. And she seems to be into this in a big way, so why can’t we do it for her? We fuck and fill every one of her holes, expecting her to bend and stretch to accommodate us. Surely, we can do this one small thing? It’s not as though we haven’t been intimate in other ways. We’ve had our cocks inside her pussy at the same time, been bathed in each other’s cum, and touched each other’s dicks when we’ve needed to. We’re not into each other like that, but so what? We’ll give our girl whatever she wants.
I still have my hand wrapped around the base of my cock. It’s rock hard and dripping pre-cum because doing something just for Ophelia has me so turned on it hurts.
“Go on, Rome,” I say with a jerk of my chin. “One taste. For our angel.”
Roman scowls at me, but, to my surprise, he gets carefully to his knees in front of me. He lifts his mask, so it rests on the top of his head, and, as the heat of his breath hits my cock, it jerks in response.
Instead of focusing on my friend, now on his knees with his mouth inches from my dick, I lock my gaze on Ophelia. She’s only just come, but her hand is between her thighs, and she’s flicking her clit, slick with Malachi’s blood, like this is the hottest thing she’s ever seen.
Maybe it is. Perhaps she’s into this sort of thing, and who am I to deny her?
The hot wetness of Roman’s tongue swipes across the head of my cock, taking the pre-cum with it. I suck air in over my teeth at the sensation. It’s kind of weird knowing it’s my friend, but I can’t lie, it’s not unpleasant.
Malachi takes Roman’s place. “My turn.”
Unlike Roman, he doesn’t seem perturbed at the idea. I turn slightly and pump my hand down my length, squeezing out more pre-cum. Mal lifts his masks, but instead of just licking the tip, like Roman did, Mal covers my hand with his, and then slides his entire mouth over my dick. My cock is huge, but then Malachi also has a big mouth, so it doesn’t seem to be a problem.
“Fuck,” I growl, my hips automatically shunting forward to get deeper.
I hit the back of his throat and can’t help but be impressed at the control of his gag reflex. He hollows his cheeks, creating suction as he bobs back and forth. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come, but Mal gives the head one last swirl with his tongue and releases his hold on me.
That we’re all wearing our masks helps, too. We could be anyone. This sense of anonymity helps us to push past the boundaries society has trained us to live within.
