“You looked like you enjoyed that a little too much,” Roman complains.
As if it has anything to do with him what the fuck I do. I almost lash out at him, but instead I shrug, keeping my calm.
“I’m doing it for Ophelia, right, baby?”
She’s panting, sliding her fingers inside herself now. Fuck, yes, it’s worth it if this is how we make her feel.
“See?” I say to Roman. “Look at her. She’s loving it. You don’t want to please her?”
Roman growls but doesn’t say anything.
Malachi, who is still on his knees, turns to Roman. “Your turn.” He sticks out his tongue expectantly.
“Fucking hell,” Roman says, but he moves forward, fisting his cock until it’s within a hair’s distance of Malachi’s mouth. “Just a lick,” he warns. “No sucking.”
“Spoilsport,” Malachi teases, but he does as Roman says, only using his tongue to swirl around Roman’s slit, lapping up the fluid.
But, despite his protests, Roman’s eyes slip shut with pleasure and he curls his hands into fists by his side. His abs are taut, and his thigh muscles tremble as he struggles to control himself.
Malachi stops and gets to his feet. He pulls his white mask back down over his face.
He masturbates slowly, squeezing out pre-cum. “Your turn to lick me, Roman.”
“Fuck,” Roman says again, but it’s clear from the hardness of his cock that it’s not as though he isn’t enjoying this.
Mal waggles his cock in Roman’s face. “Come get a taste.”
“Fuck you.” Rome curses, but he does what he’s asked, getting to his knees and lapping at Malachi’s slit.
Mal’s hand hovers over the back of Roman’s head, and it’s clear that he’d grab the back of it and force Roman’s mouth right over his cock if he didn’t think it would destroy our friendship.
It’s my turn, and I swallow with apprehension. I’ve never sucked cock before, and it’s not something I plan to make a habit of.
I fall to the ground in front of Malachi, his insanely hard erection only inches from my face. I make sure we’re angled so Ophelia can get the best view.
“I like seeing a big man on his knees,” Malachi teases.
“Shut the fuck up, Mal.” Although maybe he’s doing this the right way by not taking it too seriously.
I open my mouth and slide my lips over the tip of his dick.
“Oh, my God, that is so hot,” Ophelia groans from her place on the blanket.
Encouraged by her words, and experimenting a little, I swirl my tongue around my best friend’s cockhead, taking the saltytaste of him into my mouth. He fills my mouth and throat more than I thought he would, and, despite myself, my cock jumps. I wrap my fingers around myself again, moving my hand back and forth at the same rhythm that I move my head. Malachi is wearing his mask, so this could be anyone, if it wasn’t for the fact I recognize all his tattoos.
“Okay, enough, enough,” Malachi groans. “I’m gonna come down your throat if you’re not careful.” He cocks his head. “Unless …. You’d be up for that?”
Fuck no.
I release him and turn my attention to our girl. “How was that?”
“Perfect.” Her voice is raw, as if she’s screamed the woods down while she comes, and soon she might. “But you haven’t done Roman.”
She’s right, I haven’t. I turn to him, and he pulls his mask up to look at me as he rolls his eyes, but his cock is massively hard. As he looks at me, considering, it twitches, and I know he might deny it, the same way I would, but we’re all turned on by this.
Roman walks a few steps so he’s in front of me, yanks his mask back in place and jerks his cock twice, three times, until a bead of moisture sits at the slit. I lean in. I run my tongue around the head, that unfamiliar salty taste bursting forth once more. Roman lets out the slightest moan under his mask, and my own dick pulses. This is so fucking wrong, but in some ways so very hot.
I lave his cock, and he pulses out more pre-cum for me, which I swallow, and then, once more feeling brave, I take him in a little deeper.
