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Then he drops to his knees, and my eyes widen. I suppose I truly thought he’d settle for giving a handjob.
“What?” he asks, peering up at me with a grin. “She wants a show, so we ought to give it to her.”
I’d kiss the fucker if he wasn’t about to suck my dick. I’m about to respond, but lose track of every thought when he grips the base of my cock and slides his lips over my tip.
He’s hesitant at first, tentatively sliding his tongue around in a way that makes an involuntary groan rise from deep inside me. My hips tilt toward him as he takes me deeper. His brows furrow with concentration and he grips me tighter, swallowing me even farther.
“Jesus,” I blurt when he manages to take me all the way to my fucking root. Fuck me, does this guy even have a gag reflex? His throat flexes, and I can feel the spasm against the tip of my cock, every warm, wet contour of his mouth and tongue teasing me to distraction. Then he slides back off and looks up at me. The hand that still grips my cock begins to stroke.
“What do you like?” he asks. “Just that? Humming? Ball fondling? Ass play?”
I can only blink dumbly through the pleasure. “Yes,” is all I manage.
He chuckles. “Then here we go.”
Those lips wrap around me again and I lose myself, because he seems determined to do all the things. He takes me deep again and starts to suck, pistoning his mouth up and down my dick with perfect rhythm and just the right level of friction from his lips and tongue.
Then he begins to hum, a low, deep rumble from his chest that buzzes all the way up my length. He pauses only once, long enough to stick two fingers into his mouth and wet them before sucking me deep again.
My ass tingles in anticipation, and I’m not disappointed when he cups my balls, sliding those two fingers behind them, probing across my perineum to press against my opening. I relax and let out a curse when his fingers penetrate me.
In the midst of it, Gwen lets out a soft sigh, and I look over. I’m graced by the sight of her propped on one arm with her legs spread, her fingers stroking her wet, pink pussy. Her head is tilted, and she’s watching Lance pleasure me while she pleasures herself.
The view is galvanizing and reminds me why he’s being an overachiever at trying to get me off. I decide to give him a taste of what it’s like to be on his knees for a man. I grip his head, tangling my fingers into his hair, and start thrusting. He stiffens at first, then relaxes, meeting my rhythm with the bob of his head. His fingers slide deeper and hit me in just the right spot, which makes my dick twitch and spasm.
“Holy fucking Christ,” I mutter when he begins finger-fucking my ass faster. Pleasure rushes to all my extremities and my vision blurs. My orgasm builds fast, almost too fast, but I manage to blurt out, “Here it comes. Fuck!”
I half-expect him to pull back, but he just takes me all the way down his throat one last time, shoves his fingers in me to the last knuckles, and hooks them, and I let loose, shooting every ounce of my orgasm right down his throat.
ChapterFifteen
Lance
I’m buzzed from lack of breath as much as the gratification of the new experience. I’m a bit of a competitive dick over just about everything, so why should sucking dick be any different?
“You’re good, man. Go get your prize,” Percy says, tapping me on the shoulder. He’s still hard, even though he dumped what felt like a gallon of semen down my throat.
I slide my mouth off him and swallow again, still absorbing the new experience. The flavor wasn’t what I expected—I’ve tasted my own cum, but it tasted nothing like his. His wassweet, which I was totally unprepared for. I make a mental note to ask him how he manages that, then stand and face the bed.
Gwen is bright-eyed, biting her lower lip and leaning back on both arms, her perfect tits poised and just asking to be sucked on. I’m so turned on my whole body hurts with the need, but I just want to take her in for a moment.
She’s been busy, from the looks of it. Her knees are wide, her pussy spread and glistening, and she has one hand resting on her mound, fingers wet from stroking herself.
I have the urge to drop to my knees and use my mouth on her again when I remember that I get to have more this time.
“Come fuck me now. You earned it,” she says.
“Do I get to choose how I fuck you?” I ask. Because I’ve scoped out her room, and I have ten million fantasies of fucking her in here already stored away in my brain, but if I can only live one of them, I know which one it is.
“Of course.”
I reach for her hand and help her stand, then lead her to the blue sofa, turn her away from me, and press myself to her back. “Bend over,” I whisper in her ear.
She climbs onto the sofa, kneeling as she grips the back of it. I turn to look in the mirror on her closet door, enjoying the perfect view of her reflected profile and my naked body behind her.
Gwen cocks her head and laughs. “Why am I not surprised you want to see everything?”
“You’re good with this?” I ask, closing the distance and resting my hands on her round, full ass. I slide my hands up her back to her shoulders and down again, coasting the fingers of both hands down her crack to spread her pussy. My gaze tracks every touch, alert to her responses. She lets out a breathy moan when I graze her clit.
