“Why does it feel so good, Fel?” K asks, his hand tightening around my dick. “Why do you enjoy your hole being used by me and my friends?”
There’s no filter in my answers. Not right now. There’s zero capacity in my brain for thought. “I’m doing it right,” I answer. That’s the best I can put into words right now. I’m doing something right. No one is disappointed in me.
“You’re definitely doing it right, sweetheart. You hear them? Hear how they’re still whacking their cocks for you?”
I can and I can’t. Mostly, I hear him. But I can feel them close. “Are they watching?” I pant.
K chuckles. “They haven’t looked away for even a second, Fel. Because you’re mesmerizing. You have such a perfect hole. You know that?”
Look at that perfect, tight hole.
“Is it tight?” I gasp.
He chuckles again, and the sound drops into my core, making me tingle. “So fucking tight, boy. I’m not small, but I don’t think anyone’s felt so tight after my friends have fucked them first.”
Maybe he’s realized that I crave compliments. His affirming words don’t stop coming. I’m putty in his arms. My cock throbs for him as I shake at the second orgasm growing. Growing. Growing.
It’s almost here. But his dick doesn’t stop. Nothing he does stops. He keeps fucking me, his hand on my dick doesn’t stop moving. Never stops touching. His words fill my head.
I’m floating. “I’m going to come,” I whine.
“Good. Come on my cock, Fel.”
I do. It’s a low thrum that moves through me, reaching into all my limbs as it passes through my dick. I groan, my body jerking constantly as my orgasm releases.
There’s a chance that he came with me because K gently lowers me to the bed after and slowly pulls his dick out. His lips hover at my ear and he says, “You did good, Fel. The best. Trust me when I tell you we all think so.”
I shiver, chills covering my body, and I nod.
He pats my shoulder and leaves the bed. But I’m not alone. I can hear them murmuring to each other, and feel Ren at my back. I’m not alone and they enjoyed me. I got off twice, some of the best orgasms of my life.
And I feel… lighter than I have in a very long time.
THIRTEEN
REN
I am so.Fucking. Hard.
As I watched them fuck Felton, I realized that we always have an order. Carson, Zenia, Denny, me, and Kroy is always last. His cock is huge, so usually by the time we get there, the girl—or guy, I suppose—is well stretched for him.
After Denny, they all looked at me expectantly. It’s not like I could hide my erection. But I shook my head, which might have been one of the most difficult decisions of my entire life.
But I can’t fuck Felton. I just can’t go there. He needs someone in his corner, someone on his side to fight with him. Knowing what I do about him, it would feel a lot like taking advantage of him if I joined in fucking him.
But I sooooo want to.
When Kroy finally gets up, his eyes meet mine. I can barely catch my breath. He smirks and straightens, turning to the others and heading for the door. He grabs his underwear on the way out and the door clicks quietly behind them.
“I came twice,” Felton murmurs.
A smile touches my lips as I rest my hand on his shoulder, and he sighs. After a minute, he rolls to his side and presses hiscovered face into my leg. My fingers manipulate the buckles at the back of his head, undoing the mask.
“They’ll see me,” he whispers, though he makes no move to stop me.
“They’ve already left the room. The door’s shut. I’ll protect your identity,” I assure him.
Except they already know who he is. How could they not after his tattoo and the accusations have been all over the internet? It was a smarter decision to tell them upfront who he was than to let them figure it out when they saw his tattoo.
