“Violet!” She’s one of our oldest Khunts, and after she tried getting in between Mac and Psycho, she learned the hard way that if she wanted to stay, she needed to learn about boundaries. “Get me some snow.”
“Jesus freeballing crucifix.” Ah, the no cussing rule is still a thing, I take it? As if Gryffin—Mac and Psycho’s baby—will be protected from a few fucks and shits. Hell, it’ll probably be the first word out of his mouth.
I ignore mother Mac and put my hand out, palm up. When Violet gives me a spoon, I’m careful to bring it to one of my nostrils, inhale fast, and groan.
Dinner time.
“Thanks, beautiful.” Taking a deep breath, I walk up to the first body I can touch and breathe out. “Bashy, time!”
First body is a dick, and for thirty seconds I suck that thing like my life depends on it. When I’m done, that person has to wait to be tapped in, then he steps out of the line and sucks or eats whoever is next to him. Once we’ve gone through the train, we stand at the end of the line and wait to be sucked. This continues until last slut standing. The blindfold isn’t necessary, but I prefer it.
I suck one dick and eat another guy’s ass with pussy galore in between. It’s my favorite meal, and let’s not forget that cum is high in protein so I’d like to be the one who gets the cum prize.
“Time!” Softer lips are now sucking my dick, her tongue swirling around and around my shaft, and she even remembers my favorite part…the tip of the tongue inside my pee hole. I have to fight the urge to empty my ball sack in her mouth, that’s how good she is at this.
“Ahhhh. Juniper, is that you, hot tits?” She’s my favorite cum dump and I’m not being an asshole, those are her words, not mine. With a mouth full of cock, she can’t exactly speak, so she hums and I know. “Good girl. And don’t cheat. No touching yourself.”
“Time!” Fuck, those thirty seconds went way too fucking fast.
I decide to switch it up during the shift change, turning so my ass is in the air, my fingers spreading my cheeks apart. I know for a fact that after Juniper I’ll have one of the male Khunts who has been hanging around the club these last two months. He eats ass like a fucking pro.
“Fuck yeah, Tommy, that’s it. Goddamn!” Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.
As I’m repeating my mantra over and over again, I hear two women moan at the same time and Bash yelling, “You’re out!”
I don’t care about winning. Okay, that’s never true, but my goal here isn’t about getting free drinks, it’s about getting off. And there’s nothing better than a little edging to make your eyes cross when you do finally come.
Somewhere in my sex and coke fog, I hear a baritone voice that hits my ears when he laughs out loud. I know that voice. I’ve been trying to fuck the owner of that voice for almost two years now but he’s got some hardcore skills in resisting my sexy ass.
As Tommy is eating said sexy ass, tongue probing my hole and lips sucking like his life depends on it, I picture the man with the deep, soulful eyes. The hot-as-fuck paramedic who has saved us more than once since we’ve known him is here, and I want nothing more than to drag him back to my room and show him exactly what he’s been refusing to have.
“It was a crazy day, I’m telling you! We miss you at the station, that’s for sure. You would’ve laughed your ass off!” Fucking Spencer the delicious paramedic. Just the thought of him on his knees sucking my dick like good boy has me losing my fuckingmind. The coke in my system doesn’t help either, but that voice is what drives me over the edge.
I come, hard as fuck, without even touching my junk.
“Goddammit!” I moan and yell all at once. I’m pissed that I lost, but at the same time, I can’t ignore how fucking good it feels.
“You’re out!”
“No shit, Bashlock.” Ripping the blindfold off, I stand before pulling up my jeans. Damn, I just coated the entire wall with my spunk. I’m going to get a whole lot of shit for that. “Lick it up, Tommy.” Walking away, I don’t need to check to know he’s being a good little Khunt and cleaning up my mess like I asked him. Everyone else, at least those who haven’t come yet, continue playing but I’m not interested in the fuck train anymore. I’ve got my sights on something—someone—else.
As I pass Bash, he ribs me for not lasting longer, but I ignore him, my glare a living, breathing thing that Spencer must feel at his back. He turns, almost in slow motion like some kind of fucking meet cute in a romcom.
This ain’t no romantic comedy, this is motherfucking porn and he ruined it for me. Or did he just make me come harder than ever without even his physical presence or touch? I don’t fucking know and I don’t care. This can’t become a thing, where he shows up and I bust a nut. What the fuck kind of newbie teen shit is that?
The only way to put an end to this bullshit is to nip it in the bud. And I do mean that quite anally.
“Hey Spence, c’mere.” The place goes silent, I’m talking walk-into-a-saloon-with-your-weapons-drawn kind of silence. Spencer is looking around, frowning like some kind of unaware sex god, no doubt trying to figure out what’s going on. “What the fuck is this? A goddamn western? Go back to your business, you buncha nosy pricks.” I need to do something with my armsso I cross them over my chest. Which is bare, and that’s normal, considering I’ve been getting my favorite parts licked and sucked for the last ten minutes.
“Is there a problem?” Fuck, that deep voice. My dick goes instantly hard all over again. These assholes, supposedly my brothers in arms, don’t follow instructions very well and I feel an insane number of eyes staring at my cock. After all, it is too big to be confined, which means the head is peeking out wondering if anyone wants to pretend it’s an ice-cream cone.
“Yeah, there is. I need to speak with you in private, please.” My please comes out more like a “right the fuck now” but whatever. Blame it on the premature post-coital buzz.
“You can talk to him right here in front of us, Grinder. I don’t like the tone you’re using on my bestie.” Fucking Mac. I love that woman to death, but I swear she’s becoming more and more like Psycho every single day. You’d think she’d rub off on him a little too, but no. Not even close.
My glare goes from Spencer—who looks terrified and it’s doing things to my libido—straight to Mac. As I open my mouth to ask her if she’s pregnant again, becausehello hormones,Psycho stands.
To be very clear, that motherfucker looks scary as fuck on any day. I don’t know if it’s the Greek origins where his dark eyes go all murderous or the sheer height of him. Personally, I say it’s the fact that he can look like he wants to rip my head off, all the while holding Gryffin and rocking him like a gentle teddy bear. The contrast is terrifying.
