I climbed off his lap, and as I did, I saw him lift his phone.
Before I turned away, I caught the screen.
A group chat.
Alec. Nick. Rowan.
Thick as thieves.
I’d never stood a chance.
???
He kept his promise and devoted an extraordinary amount of time to eating me out. Each time I came close, he pulled back. I lost count. He only stopped when I begged—then reached for the lubricant.
I watched him smear it liberally over his cock.
No metal piercings.
Long and smooth.
Pink and purple.
Marbled with veins.
He had a pretty aesthetic dick.
Nick’s was ribbed and topped with metal. The balled hoops dangling from his balls were… different.
Alec’s was hefty. Fat. Dark. He knew how to use it for pleasure and pain.
“Lie on your side, facing the bathroom door.”
I sighed in relief and followed his instructions. He shifted behind me, smearing my arsehole with lube.
“You’ll keep your hole open for me,” he said, guiding his cock between my cheeks until it rested against my arse.
“Yes, sir.”
He chuckled.
I pushed back, feeling the slippery head press into me.
“My little anal whore,” he rasped, all amusement gone.
He lifted my leg and ran his fingers along my soaked pussy before pushing them inside.
Only two.
Better than nothing.
He shifted again.
This time spreading me open with his cock.
I hissed at the sharp pinch of pain.
“Yes. That’s it,” he said, pulling back before thrusting deep enough to make me moan his name.
