My lips part as I stick out my tongue. I hear a pleased groan from somewhere deep in Dane’s throat as he lightly presses something on my tongue. I close my mouth around it and my lips catch the tip of his finger.
He lets out a deep breath as I pull away, my tongue caressing along his sensitive skin.
Bergamot and something citrusy along with the crispy shell of the crust of what I assume is a french roll or baguette invades my taste buds.
I don’t know if it’s just the bread or perhaps the fact that one of my senses is now limited but it’s undeniably delicious. It’s got a thin crispy shell with a nutty and chewy inside that tastes like pure heaven.
I can’t help but moan, opening my eyes, as I continue to chew through the crust and into the soft flesh of the bread.
“You moaned,” Dane says, surprised.
I smile as I swallow then lick the corner of my mouth, savoring every last bit of it.
“She can still hum and moan and when she clears her throat or coughs her throat produces the noise. But they had to remove her larynx after the accident. No voicebox, no words,” Ethan replies, answering Dane’s question.
Dane nods, still looking straight at me, his bright blue eyes a shade darker than before. “I like that sound,” he whispers as if he accidentally said it out loud.
My cheeks flush pink because it’s been a long time since a man flirted with me and never has a man had the audacity to do it just feet away from my boyfriend.
Most people see my scar and run in the opposite direction. If they don’t, they definitely don’t look at me the way Dane is right now.
“So, go on now, tell your boyfriend how much you liked mysnack.” Dane’s flirt meter is overflowing as he wears a smirk like someone who knows he already won.
I turn around and dip my head to the side with a small agreeable shrug and a tight-lipped smile.
“Traitor.” Ethan rolls his eyes with a lopsided smile.
Dane holds out a fist in a mini celebration; I bump it as he beams a victorious smile in my direction.
“I don’t want to say I told you so, but, I told you so.” He pokes a bit more at Ethan, then tosses him a small pastry bag, giving him his own carb filled snack, then sits down on the bottom bunk. Tearing his loaf in half, he hands one side to me and I take it, then sit down on the bean bag chair next to his bed.
Biting into it on my own the second time around is still good, but there was something about being fed by this sexy man while Ethan watched that was far more exciting than I’d like to admit.
I’m no exhibitionist, far from it actually. I hate when I know that people are staring at me because they’re never staring at ocean blue eyes or silky dark hair. I’ve always been told I had great bone structure with high cheekbones and a perfectly symmetrical nose. But no one sees any of that anymore, just my scar. In one instant moment, it was like everything about me faded and my life was defined by one scar.
It doesn’t bother me, not like it used to at least. I don’t care what other people think, I never really have. But no matter how confident I am, it’s never easy when the staring becomes a grotesque, silent curiosity that turns into sympathy and sorrow.
Dane didn’t look at me that way, though. Not once did a look of pity cross his face. He looked at me the same way he is now, with intent and genuine interest. The same way he’s been looking at Ethan.
I take another bite of Dane’s self proclaimed snack then turn my gaze, smiling at Ethan and sign,“Yummy snack.”
“It’s not a snack,”he signs back.
“I mean him.”
Then my gorgeous, grumpy man blushes.
I love that I can get him worked up so easily. Although, tonight was the first time I’ve seen him worked up for anyone but me. After the club he was quiet but he had the same look of desire that I saw when he finally admitted his curiosity.
It started when we were watching a video of a threesome, then the two men started stroking each other off. I couldn’t explain it, something about it was just so alluring.
Two sexy men, exploring each other's bodies. The deep moans, the guttural groans.
It was the first time I’d ever seen two men together like that. When I glanced over at Ethan, he was just as mesmerized by them, and his face gave away everything.
We watched them pull their cocks together oiled with lube, stroking hard and fast. They’re moans grew louder and louder and I could feel the tension of Ethan holding himself back. He looked down at me with so much need and desire but his confession was full of shame when he admitted how much he liked watching them. “I think I want that,” he said.
My orgasm came out of nowhere with his confession and the two men roared out their own intense climax. Ethan watched them, soaking everything in and came harder than ever.
