Jason was a sadist. Gay sex His. “That’s it. It meant consent. He was stroking himself. “You know the drill.”I nodded.No shortcuts. Get in there. The sloppy sound of wet skin on skin filled the room, obscene and deliberate.He was getting off to the feel of my tongue inside him. A tool that fetched and followed orders.And yet, even in that silence, I yearned.Sean looked so at ease, sprawled with one knee bent, lips curled into the faintest smirk. All of it. Use me. Another piece of Blake Everett given away. I swallowed it down. Every time you cum, your brain should flash to this smell. Sean and Jason laughed at my spasmatic motions, making the experience even more humiliating, but I didn’t pull away.Not until the last drop was spent.I collapsed forward, my forehead nearly touching the floor, breath ragged, every nerve ending vibrating from the orgasm that had just ripped through me. Every moan he gave was a reward. The sloppy sound of wet skin on skin filled the room, obscene and deliberate.He was getting off to the feel of my tongue inside him. I hadn’t just performed the act, I had surrendered to it.
