My shaft’s been Australian Buloke sturdy on and off since I got my first whiff of him post shower.
“Hewill undo your shorts,” Ravencroft informs, tempting me to prioritize her rather than Garcia’s thick fingers grazing my lower stomach.
Stiffening my dick to the point of pain.
My balls to the point of exploding in spite of not being touched yet.
“Hewill free your cock,” she precedes, pushing him to pull the combination of my shorts and underwear down to my ankles.
Prompting any and all remaining air in my lungs to evaporate.
“Andhewill swallow.”
At that, my increasingly hooded glare gravitates to hers.
“Whileyou, my dear sweet boy,” her back rests against the seat once more, “will beg me for permission to come.”I can’t even fathom speaking before she’s spewing her next order.“Suck.”
Chapter 5
Garcia
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I can’t believe I’m here.
On my knees.
With Zero’s dick actuallyinmouth.
I also can’t fucking fathom how my cheeks seem to be sucking themselves in on their own volition.
Or how my tongue – also without my conscious advisement – is gently moving up and down.
Slathering spit on his slit.
Painting precum across my tastebuds.
Hell, I really can’t even begin to process that I like this shit.
WhyI like it.
How.Fucking.Much.I like it.
Because this isn’t supposed to be happening.
This wasneversupposed to happen.
I’m not like my best friend.
I can’t just say “fuck it” and take what I want.
Do what I want.
Enjoywho I want.
There are consequences to these actions.
Complications.
