What do I need with green eyes and dimples, anyway?
Sipping from the bottle I’m just barely clutching between my fingers, I let the burn soothe my fire while I stumble around downstairs. The music coming from upstairs is loud, as always. Loud enough to be heard clearly from down here, and the thought has me momentarily wondering if he cares. If he’s bothered by it, or…
If he likes it.
Eyes snapping shut, I shake my head.Doesn’t matter.
If he had a problem with anything, I’m sure he’d put a stop to it. And if he happens to like the music of Soren’s playlist, well…Good for him.
There’s a memory of deep humming melodies in my head as I spin into the library, immediately stopping short, eyes widening.
Holy… shit.
There’s a beautiful person on the lounge chair, bent over in a rather compromising position, while a few other someones share positions equally compromising.
Yea, wow, that’s… compromising all right.
My head tilts, and I bring the bottle to my lips again, swallowing another large mouthful of Appleton as I observe this wanton creature. On all fours, skimpy dress that’s basically a napkin shoved up their back and clutched in Soto’s fist while he tears that ass up.
They look familiar… The gorgeous specimen on the receiving end of a deep dicking. A party guest I vaguely recognize, though we haven’t had much direct interaction.
Shame. They look… versatile.
Silky strands of shoulder-length hair that’s not quite brown, but not blonde either—more like the brass between gold and bronze—strewn about and sex-messy. Light complexion blushed, sheening from the activities; a diamond shimmer highlighting contours of taut muscle.
I don’t make it a habit of assuming someone’s gender by the clothes they wear, the way they style their hair, or even their features. Sure, it’s drilled into our brains to think that certain facets of appearance meanmaleorfemale, but it doesn’t have to be that way, and the beautiful thing about being pansexual is that none of that means a damn thing to my dick.
He truly has a mind of his own. When he sees something he likes, he gives me the twitch of approval.
And right now, let’s just say… He’s definitelyawake.
I really have no idea where Soren found this person—maybe they were recruited by someone else. Regardless, they’re far too pretty to be taking it sorough.
I mean, of course it looks damn good… The way their plump ass is turning pink from the rampant skin-slapping, and the strength in their arms as they attempt to hold themselves up. It’s captivating to witness.
It’s not every day you see such an ethereal being split in half like this…
Naturally, I’m enraptured.
My brow cocks when Reyes, who’s kneeling by their head, shoves a popper up to their nose. The symphony of moans and pants dies down long enough for them to sniff, and I actually flinch when Reyes’s meaty palm grabs the person by the jaw, pulling their mouth onto his large, eager erection.
I take another hearty swig.
Just as the pouty pink lips are parting wider, their perfectly subservient mouth sinking onto Reyes’s cock, the hooded gaze of this hypnotic stranger meets mine. I’m instantly pinned inplace by emerald irises, shimmering with mischievous lust and a carnal hunger I canfeelin my bones.
But there’s something else; a quick flicker of a different emotion, unrelated to the obvious pleasure of being used. It’s like a familiarity, and… admiration? As if they’re just as excited to seemewatching this as they are at being spit-roasted. It almost seems like they’re starstruck… By me.
Why are they looking like The Rock just walked into the room?
I know I do a mean eyebrow-cock, but still…
I’m so hypnotized by this stunning creature and the way their green gaze is calling out eagerly to mine, I barely even notice how many other people are involved in this game of sexy Twister they’re currently playing.
When my eyes break the stare, I spot a few regulars. That girl Onyx is underneath them, in sixty-nine position, and my balls thrum when Reyes pulls out of the hot stranger’s mouth and shoves into Onyx’s pussy.
Fuck me…
I clear my throat and elbow Linetti. “Yo…Whoisthat?”
