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“May I continue now?” West raised a brow.
This was ridiculous. There really hadn’t been any connectivity in the first place, but if there was any, it was completely shot now.
“Yes. Please carry on.”
It was absolutely ludicrous that we were still in this room. What a waste of an evening. West spanked her two more times before she said, “Wait.”
Mitzi stood up, reached into her black tank top, and pulled out her cell phone. I raised my eyebrow as I looked at West when she started messing with the phone. West rubbed his hand over his face and then looked at me. He pointed to his chest and mouthed, “My fault,” owning up to the mistake he made by negotiating anything with this girl. I nodded in agreement.
“Would you guys mind if I did a live feed of our session for the subscribers of my video fan feed?”
Stunned. I was simply stunned speechless by this clueless girl.
“We mind. That’s beyond inappropriate.” West’s reply was quick and firm.
“This is good stuff, though,” she whined.
“No,” West said flatly.
“Come on; I’ll suck your dick if you let me prop the phone up to record the spanking for my fans.”
Her offer repulsed me.
“No,” West repeated.
“Can you at least get some pics of my red ass?”
“Red is a good word,” I said as I stood. “I’m going to use it and end this game.”
“Excellent idea, Spence. Our time is up, Mitzi.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“I’m afraid so. We’re not here to be videoed and put up on your accounts as entertainment for your friends. Maybe have one of your friends record you,” I suggested.
“Fine. Whatever.”
West and I followed Mitzi to the doorway, and as she huffed out of the room, I noticed a large group of spectators that had amassed in the hallway to watch the three of us. David and Steph were among the group, and they smiled at me. There were a handful of other familiar faces who seemed to be supporting West and me and our decision to end the session with Mitzi. There were also a fair number of younger people in the crowd who vocalized their disappointment that there wouldn’t be a show.
I closed the door to the room to give us a few minutes of privacy and to let the crowd disperse. With my hands on my waist, I turned to face West. His hands were clasped behind his neck in obvious frustration.
“That didn’t go very well, did it?”
I laughed while shaking my head as I gazed into his eyes. “No, it didn’t. But, for what it’s worth, even though it was just for a few minutes, I thoroughly enjoyed watching you spank her,” I told him.
West laughed and took a step toward me to close the gap between us. “Good, I’m glad. And for what it’s worth, I owe you one for going along with that mess for as long as you did.”
I nodded and grinned at him. “Yes. Yes, you do owe me,” I teased. I took a fistful of his shirt and pulled him close enough that I could feel his warm breath. “Now you can make it up to me,” I murmured as I closed my eyes.
Our mouths erased the space between us, and our tongues fought for dominance. This was very typical for West and me. When playing with others, he and I shared topping our partner. But when it was just us, we’d switch off the dominant role. And the one surefire way to tell who won the fight for dominance was with our mouths and tongues.
Sometimes it turned into a full-on brawl with neither of us relenting easily. But tonight, West didn’t prolong it. At first, his tongue acted like it was going to put up a fight, but then he relaxed and deferred to me.
Without breaking contact with his mouth, I put a hand on his shoulder and carefully guided him back to the couch. When he had nowhere left to go, we pried our mouths apart, and he willingly took a seat. I stared down at him as he undid my pants and pulled my firm cock from my boxer briefs.
“Wow. Got stiff for Mitzi, huh?” he joked as he moved his mouth toward my dick.
West knew better than to think that anything about that girl got me going. He knew we fed off watching one another. But just in case, I intended to set him straight on that little detail. I ran my hand through his hair and tugged on a clump of strands. West’s head tilted backward so he was forced to look up at me. The motion was gentle enough that it didn’t pull his mouth away from my shaft.
