Page 216 of Depraved Boys

“Bugger off, Brunswick,” Sebastian snarled. “This is my reward.”

His silent laugh resounded against my back. “No, no, my good sir.” His hands cupped my breasts. “I wouldn’t dream of encroaching on your fellatio.”

One corner of Sebastian’s lips curled into an amused smirk. But the hardness in his eyes told me he was prepared to ditch Leopold if he got in the way of his blow job. “I’m listening.”

Leopold stepped back, withdrawing his warmth from my back. He kicked off his shoes and lay on his mattress with his head at the foot of his bed and his feet on the pillows. “I will provide a comfortable receptacle on which our young lady will sit while she fellates your right honorable member.”

Sebastian snickered, but my jaw dropped. “You want me to sit on your face?”

Leopold beckoned me with both hands. “Smother me with your divine derrière.”

I bit down on my lip. Was that safe? What if he couldn’t breathe, or I suffocated him to death? Leopold’s erection tented from his bottle-green pants, indicating that he found the idea of my bare ass on his face arousing, but the whole thing sounded far-fetched.

Sebastian’s hands snaked up my skirt, and he tugged at the sides of my thong. “That sounds like an acceptable arrangement.”

Spluttering, I twisted to meet Sebastian’s gaze. “What about me?”

His green eyes twinkled with a mixture of hunger and mirth.“You get Leo going down on you while you go down on me. It’s the best of both.”

“Oh!” I wriggled out of my panties.

Sebastian pulled off my tie and unfastened the rest of my buttons, exposing my lacy, cream bra. He ran his hands over my breasts and said, “I never get tired of those.”

The clink of a belt unbuckling caught my attention. I turned around to find Leopold massaging his thick erection with long, languid strokes. A bead of precum glistened at the tip. My tongue darted out to lick my lips.

Sebastian chuckled. “Wrong penis.” He wrapped his larger hand around mine and guided it to his crotch. “This one requires your immediate attention.”

“Right.” I tore my gaze away from the tantalizing sight and fixed it on the bulge in Sebastian’s pants. With fingers that wouldn’t stop trembling with anticipation, I undid his fly and pulled down the waist of his boxer briefs.

The erection that greeted me made my mouth water. A bulbous, rose-colored head popped out of his waistband, supported by a shaft so thick and long, it made the muscles of my core clench with need.

The pulse between my legs pounded, and wetness gathered between my folds. I wrapped my fingers around the hot, pulsing organ and tried to imagine what it would feel like, stretching me open.

“Do you like what you see?” asked Sebastian.

“Yes,” I rasped.

“Then, do be seated.” Impatience tinged Leopold’s voice. “On my face.”

Sebastian backed me toward the edge of the bed and hiked up my skirt, exposing my bare ass to the slight draft in the room.

Behind me, Leopold groaned. His fingertips brushed against the outside of my thighs, urging me to get on the bed and sit on his face. Ignoring him, I continued kissing Sebastian, who reached around and unhooked my bra.

He pulled the straps off my shoulders and dropped the garment to the floor. A moment later, he broke the kiss to let his gaze rove my bare breasts. “So fucking beautiful.”

I smirked. “Try not to climax before I get a taste of you.”

He closed his eyes and placed his forearm over them for good measure. “Already have a counter that will make me last for hours.”

With a snort and with the help of Sebastian holding me for balance, I placed one knee beside Leopold’s head and then the other. He scooted down the mattress to position himself under my ass and held my hips with both hands.

My heart skipped a beat. It was one thing to lie on my back while a boy went down on me, but another to suffocate him with my ass and genitals. Leopold didn’t give me time to back out, because he raised his head and swiped his tongue down the length of my slit.

Pleasure exploded from my nub, and I cried out. Whatever resistance that held my thighs away from Leopold dissolved, and I lowered myself onto his face.

Leopold’s exaggerated suffocation sounds morphed into satisfied rumbles, and he dug his fingers into my hips and pushed me further down onto his head. His tongue… My eyes rolled back. It was impossible to describe the intensity of what he did with that wet, dextrous organ.

Gravity, multiplied by the weight of my upper body, to the power of his enthusiastic licks and swirls and flicks, magnified every sensation exponentially and to the point of torture.