Page 36 of Saving Pookie

He chuckles against my mouth, his breath trembling over my lips. "No, no, no. I told you I was going to make you feel good."

"Yeah, but⁠—"

He cuts me off with a finger pressed over my lips as he cocks his head sideways to catch Sienna's gaze. They share a mutual look that screams they're up to no good. Both of them, almost in unison, retreat from our laps and find their way to their knees on the floor.

Sienna gets Braxton's shorts off first, but mine follow soon after. Then it's me in my tight pink briefs and Braxton in his straight-boy plaid boxers, a happy trail peeking out the top. There's a noticeable bulge in his boxers, curved to the left. Braxton and I share a look that lingers as our partners strip our underwear down our thighs and then our legs.

I know I shouldn't look.

I know looking would be breaking some kind of bro code, even though I've seen his cock before. I've never seen it hard. A strong hand wraps around the girth of my cock, stealing a stunted moan from the back of my throat. My gaze peels back to Andy as he tilts my cock forward, admiring the length and width before taking the head into his mouth. My back arches off the couch, my knees shifting outwards until my thighs brush against Braxton's.

His mouth... So fucking hot. So fucking warm.

"Oh my god," I whimper, my chest heaving as he takes me to the base. His eyes search upward, daring me to watch him as he twists his mouth up and down the length of my excitement.

All the sensation in my cock, and yet, I can't help but notice the friction of my body against Braxton's. I don't mean to do it, but I glance over at him, my eyes falling to his cock as Sienna's tongue laps around the swollen head while she strokes the shaft with her hand.

His cock glows in pinks and blues, the wetness glistening under the morning light. And then I catch sight of his face. His eyes pinching closed, his lips parting open with hushed whimpers. And then his hand on his own chest, caressing himself as she worships him.

And fuck...

"Shit," I moan, fingers digging through Andy's wavy hair. "Feels fucking⁠—"

"Great," Braxton grunts out, finishing my sentence. "Don't fucking stop, baby. You fucking feel like heaven."

"Fuck me," I cry out. "Fuck your mouth on my cock."

I don't know where these words are coming from. The only thing I can think is that I'm trying to match Braxton's energy, that this is how I'm supposed to act when some stranger is sucking my cock.

"You fucking like this mouth?" Andy asks, breath ragged. He slaps my cock roughly against his lips, my precum dripping from his slick lips. "You gonna come for daddy?"

"I'm gonna fuckin' come for..." I can't say that word. "Yeah, baby." I lean forward just enough to grab him by the back of the head and force him back down on my cock. "Fuckkkk."

"You're such a good fucking girl," Braxton groans. "Such a fucking good little cock slut."

"Mmmm-hmmm," she hums, her mouth full of his cock.

Braxton slaps his hand on my thigh, and I assume it's an accident. But it just stays there, his fingers digging into my flesh as his bottom lip contorts sideways, breathless. I cock my head fully to the side, unable to fight this feeling anymore—this feeling to watch him like this, at the mercy of this girl he barely knows. His throat dances, his Adam's apple bobbing in and out. His fingers dig deeper into my flesh, and I can't bring myself to care.

Andy does something with his tongue, flicking it against the underside of my crown, that sends me into a wobbly spiral. And then he takes me all the way into his mouth while a hand crawls beneath my balls, toying with them. My body arches deeper into the couch, my thigh pushing harder against Braxton's.

Braxton turns to me, a blank expression in his deep blue, dilated eyes.

We're both racing towards breaking, a train that can't be slowed down. I swear our chests are rising and falling in tandem as a chorus of slurping and plopping fades until all that's left is our ravenous panting. His hand crawls upward and to the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to caressing my balls.

He says nothing.

I'm even quieter.

Lost in the trance that is his eyes, that is his gaze searching mine. A quiet begging, but I'm not exactly sure what he's begging for. Andy taps his tongue over the head of my cock and I find myself pulling away from him, at that point where I'm equally desperate for release as I am to feel this feeling for as long as possible. When you're so fucking close to coming, but so lost in the ecstasy of a warm mouth pulling you inside out.

Ecstasy.

The drug, or something like it.

I'm not sure I'd feel like this if it wasn't for the ecstasy.

Sex has never felt this fucking good, like this stranger's mouth is going to change my life forever.