“Do you know them?” I fidget, still watching the boys play.
“Is that what you want to know, or are you asking if I’ve fucked them?” Damn, he can see right through me.
“Um, both,” I squeak, then bite my lip to stop me saying something else that’s stupid.
“Yes,” he replies, closing the questioning. I get it; he’s fucked them but isn’t going to discuss what is a private matter.
“I don’t know why I asked you that. I already knew the answer. Where do you want to go?”
He nods, and we walk further into the room. I can see Saint and Noah with the boy I saw Royal fucking last time I was here. I feel the heat of embarrassment burning my cheeks and duck my head. But not before Noah sees me and gives me a small wave. I wave back, making Royal look in their direction. He doesn’t even look embarrassed, not if his grin is anything to go by.
“Maybe we should go and say hi to my brother.” He turns to walk over. “I don’t think you’ve been properly introduced to Roman, not here at least.”
Seeing as I know him from the gym—and the last time he was bouncing on Royal’s dick—I know we don’t need to speak to him. I don’t know what Saint reads from Royal as we get closer, but he whispers to both boys, and they drop to the floor and have his cock out and both start sucking and licking the rigid length. Okay, so that’s how it’s going to be. I can deal with that.
“That looks fun,” Royal chuckles as he sits down opposite his brother and pulls me onto his knee. I can feel his dick plumping up as I wriggle to get comfortable. “Noah, you can do better than that. I’ve seen you swallow him deep in your throat.”
I cringe at the comment, but Noah blushes and does as Royal says and takes the whole length down his throat. Roman holds his head down until Noah chokes and splutters and pulls back, then it’s Roman’s turn to do the same.
I try to focus on what the two brothers are talking about, but I can’t stop watching as the boys’ suck on Saint’s balls and cock. How can he hold a conversation as if he’s not about to come. I get my answer when he orders them off, then covers their faces in his cum. “Clean Roman up, boy. I know what a cum-slut you are, so don’t miss a drop.”
My dick gets so hard as Noah obeys, but Roman doesn’t do the same for him. Noah has to sit with spunk drying on his face. What’s more is he looks pleased as punch to do so. Why is this so sexy?
“What are you thinking, boy?” Royal whispers in my ear as his hand strokes up my thigh to cup my junk and squeezes.
“Um, that was really hot,” I mumble back.
“I can tell. I thought the same; I know you can feel how hard I am. The question is what do you want to do about it?”
I freeze. As much as I’ve watched other people have sex or perform a multitude of sexual acts for years, I’m not sure I want to get on my knees in front of Noah and Saint. What if I’m not as good as they are, and Royal doesn’t enjoy it. Wearing a cage and being seen with Simon was an act, one I could turn off from and pretend I was enjoying it. It wasn’t always a bad thing. I had friends at the club. It was only when I realised I wanted to end my relationship with him that I stopped enjoying being for his pleasure only. He wasn’t making sure I was okay. Yes, I could be little and sink into the peace it always gave me. Simon’s taunts when I was playing would hurt. I’m not into being humiliated but have no issue with anyone else’s choices.
It could be the reason behind why my little isn’t coming out with Royal. He might not like me when I’m little. He could point out what I was doing wrong or laugh at me, then punish me at home for embarrassing him.
“Memphis, what’s going on in your head, sweetheart?” Royal gently tips my head up, using only two fingers. “Do you want to go and play? Or maybe we should go home.”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to go home. I’m okay, just got lost in my head.”
“Shall we go and have a look around?” Royal smiles softly, not giving off any negative vibes. His lips brush over mine so gently it could hardly be called a kiss. I want more and chasehis mouth with mine. As I lick over the seam of his lips, he opens for me, but it’s his tongue that delves intomymouth. It’s a hot, demanding kiss that has me straddling his lap so I can grind into his erection. As my fingers tangle into Royal’s hair, he finds the zip on my shorts and slides it down, exposing my achingly hard cock. As his fist closes tightly around it, his other pushes the waistband of my shorts down.
His kiss is so firm, controlling, and utterly blissful, I don’t care when he pushes them further, making me lift up onto my knees. In seconds, his fingers are inside me, probing my hole, stretching me, making me ready for him again. Then both his hands have left me, making me mewl like a kitten for more.
As he bites my bottom lip, the thick, blunt head of his cock breaches me, and I sigh as he slips inside me. Does he have a magically lubed cock? Because there’s no resistance.
In mere moments, he’s balls deep in my hole, and I’m sitting back on his lap.
“Fuck,” I moan into his mouth.
All sense of time, noise, and movement disappear. All I can see is Royal, all I can feel is him sliding slowly inside me. The roll of his hips soon has me mimicking them, then with the most wanton, sinful voice, he murmurs. “Ride me.”
The tight constraints of my shorts make it hard for me to move, and as I rise, Royal grabs my shorts, yanking them down further. “Better?” he asks with a smirk.
I don’t reply. I don’t want to talk about what I’m doing. I just want to feel. As I find my rhythm, Royal grips my arse, spreading my cheeks wider, exposing my hole. The stretch is exquisite, making me burn as I sink down his length and pull up again. I want to touch my cock—I need to come, the orgasm building inside me is hurtling its way to my balls. One touch will be enough to tip me over, but I’m gripping his shoulders too tightly to let go and lose my balance.
As my leg muscles feel like they are going to burst into flame, Royal keeps my arse up and wide open, plunging relentlessly inside me. The waves of pleasure ripple through me, making my channel quiver around his massive dick, the sensation enough to make Royal gasp and fuck me harder.
“I need to come. Touch me,” I beg as I look down into his eyes. The blazing heat of his gaze, flooded with lust and passion, and a rawness I’ve never seen in a lover before, consumes me. And as he thrusts hard one more time, he gives me the order. “Come!”
I’ve never come hands free before, but as my balls painfully contract, my dick spews cum over Royal’s chest as I feel his flood my arse. I sag down, my head in the crook of his neck as his hands stroke up and down my back. The noise of the club, the general chatter as well as the moans and cries of pleasure and pain come back to me, and I realise what I’ve just done. In front of all the club members, but more importantly in front of Saint and Noah.
