He nodded at the scene on the stage. “I’ve fantasized about that. About two women…”
“Worshipping your cock?” She gave a soft snort. “What man hasn’t?”
Despite her dismissive words, her hand wedged between them, right on his fly. He breathed a sigh of relief when his dick was released from its prison, the air-conditioned coolness of the room a welcome relief on his heated flesh.
She leaned back and was silent for a few heartbeats, staring at his cock, her hand barely encircling its thickness. She moved her hand up to the flared head and then down to the base. “I didn’t get a good look at you in your car.”
He had never given his size or the appearance of his cock much attention. It was a part of his body, one he had occasionally resented and cursed over the years when it wanted something his brain objected to.
But the way she was looking at him, the way she sounded as she held him, made him glad for whatever it was about him that pleased her.
“You’re so big.” She traced the veins. “So gorgeous.”
He raised an eyebrow, vaguely discomfited by any part of him being called gorgeous. But hey, if she liked his cock, he was more than happy.
“Poor baby,” she crooned, and squeezed him. “You should have said something earlier. I bet this hurts.”
“It does.”
A triumphant, challenging smile lit her face. “Let’s see what we can do about it.” She turned her head in the direction of the couch next to them, where the couple had been kissing, and nodded once, regal command infusing her. “Jessie, can you come here for a second? I need a hand.” Her lips lifted. “And your mouth.”
A beat later, the pretty redhead crawled over. Her pupils were dilated with lust, a flush covering her skin. “Gladly.”
“Akira…” He said her name because he was too excited to verbalize anything else.
She misinterpreted his utterance, however, as protest. “You said you might be okay with sharing. Don’t you want to find out?” Her smile was tinged with resignation. “Or say the word, and we can opt for something a little less extreme.”
He could say it, and she would back off. He glanced at the redhead, and at her date watching from the sofa, massaging the bulge in his pants, barely visible in the glow of the lighting illuminating the stage.
He turned back to Akira. Sweat collected at his hairline. Coming here had been a big step for him, but this…this was the pivotal moment, the second he either folded or went all-in.
Jacob nipped her lower lip, and then laved it. “I want to find out. Give me my fantasy.”
Akira’s narrow nostrils flared. In a flurry of red and orange chiffon, she came to kneel on the couch next to him. There were no introductions made. Akira merely held his cock up for the other woman and nodded. Without another word, Jessie’s lips closed around his cock and she swallowed him, her throat working. His hands fisted as he tried not to shout, to pull the audience’s attention away from the stage. Though it would be difficult for them to even notice him, he realized with a single glance around the room. Everyone was making their share of noise, the scene on the stage proving far too inspiring to most of the viewers.
Akira slipped off the couch and pushed at his legs to make room. He spread them wider to accommodate both women, his mind spinning. This was overstimulation of a kind he had never before experienced.
He loved it.
Akira stroked Jessie’s hair, and the girl eased up so Akira could also play, and then he had two tongues lapping his cock. A hand—he wasn’t sure whose—fondled his balls, pulling and teasing them.
A motion out of the corner of his eye alerted him that Jessie’s date had risen from their sofa and made his way over. He had his cock out, his hand slicking over the lubed surface as he watched the two women going down on him.
Their tongues tangled and rubbed against each other, occasionally sharing a kiss while they toyed with him.
His hands fisted on the couch next to him, unable to hold back the rough words. “I’m going to come.”
“Good,” Akira said, and cast the woman a glance that was both mischievous and competitive. “Whoever gets him there gets the prize.”
The impish guest grinned. “The usual?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“What’s the prize?” he managed to mumble, though how he was able to marshal any thoughts, he wasn’t certain. His dick was wet with saliva, and two plump lips weren’t far away.
“You’ll see.” Akira gripped his cock and swallowed it deep, prompting a helpless moan from deep in his chest. Jessie took her place the instant she withdrew. They alternated, the two of them, until he had no choice but to touch them, one hand buried in black hair, the other in red.
His balls drew up tight to his body, his spine tingling. When Akira’s warm, wet lips surrounded him, he shut his eyes and blew, his thighs tensing as he flooded her mouth.
