Not answering my question, he undid my jeans and pulled my aching cock free. I groaned as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began stroking me in firm pulls.
"Oh, fuck. Like that." My eyes closed and my hips rolled in time with his strokes. "I need more, Sully. Please."
His grip tightened. "Stop calling me that."
"Why?" I gasped as his thumb circled my crown, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had escaped.
"Can you let me jack you off and keep that mouth of yours closed? Unless you plan on getting on your knees." He released the back of my neck and began fiddling with his own pants. "Unbutton my pants and take my cock out."
"You're fucking bossy," I panted as I complied, whipping out his hard-on and starting to pump him as if I was pumping my own.
"Someone has to be in charge." His lips found mine, and before I knew it, we ended up back at the couch with me straddling him, both of our hands pumping.
Sullivan pulled my hand off his dick, bringing itcloser to his face and spitting right in the palm. My balls ached as he guided my hand back down between us and around both of our cocks.
My eyes closed as my balls pulled up close to my body, the feeling of Sullivan's cock against mine enough to turn me into a two-pump chump. The fingers of his free hand jabbed in my hair, and he pulled.
"Look at me when you come."
My eyes flew open, and he tightened our grip on our cocks more. "Oh, fuck!"
Searing heat spread through my body and then ropes of my hot cum were spilling out onto our hands. Sullivan's head tilted back slightly, his lips parting and the veins in his neck straining. His release joined mine as he guided our hands up and down, milking out the last drops from both of us.
With a heaving chest, I released our limp dicks and started to move off of him, but he held me in place. "We should get cleaned up."
"Kiss me first." Sullivan's eyebrows knitted together. "I mean... if you want to. You know what? Forget it."
He started to shift to stand, and I put my clean hand on his chest, leaning in and brushing my lips across his. It was one thing to kiss him while doingthe deed, but kissing him after? That implied other things.
I pulled back, my eyes searching his for what the hell we were doing. "Do you want me to um... kiss you again later?"
"If you want." Sullivan leaned forward and started to kiss me again when there was a knock on the VIP room door.
It didn't open, and I got up, grabbing a napkin off the table and wiping my hand before opening the door a crack to find a security guard outside. "Yes?"
"Kingston would like to see you and Sullivan now."
Normally it wouldn't have bothered me if Kingston requested my company, but I had been enjoying my time with Sullivan and had hoped Wren would be rejoining us.
What a way to ruin my post-orgasm bliss.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Wren
Iwalked down the empty hall, dimly lit by a few sconces on the wall. I had just started having fun when Kingston had summoned me. I should have known the fun was fleeting.
The door was cracked open, and I knocked gently before pushing it open to find Kingston sitting behind his desk, drink in one hand, cigar in another. Jesus, was he trying to make me even wetter?
There was something about the sweet scent of a cigar that did things to my insides. Maybe it was alsothat it looked like the smoker was puffing on a penis. When Kingston brought it to his lips and took a puff, his cheeks hollowed the tiniest bit.
"You wanted to see me?" I slipped inside, shutting the door behind me.
Without a word, Kingston let the smoke escape his mouth and then snuffed out the cigar in an ashtray. He pressed a few buttons on his keyboard and the big screen pulled up video angles of the entire club.
"Is something wrong?" I moved closer to the screen, scanning through the different areas he had under surveillance, which was the entire inside and outside of the club.
He selected a video feed and it pulled up a camera pointed at the table I had been sitting at with Sullivan and Zayn. He rewound the footage, and I was looking right at Sullivan and me in the booth together.
