“Don’t you dare stop licking.”I didn’t.I stroked harder, faster, my fist a blur. Gay sex That soaked into my nose, my mouth, my memory.Jason groaned above me, voice taut. “This one’s mine.”Jason chuckled, but didn’t press it. I was background. The first spot I found was a thick glob that had landed just inches from Jason’s foot. My tongue circled and probed, tracing the contours of his hole, pushing against it, diving in. My skin buzzed with tension. 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. And I hated that it turned me on.But Sean was watching. He was stroking himself. “Yeah. Every moan he gave was a reward. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the back of my head with both hands, pulling me tighter into his ass. I felt every movement, every shift of muscle against my cheeks. Mine. I didn’t speak.This wasn’t performance anymore. This taste. Now.”I rose stiffly to my feet, legs trembling, body sore. The kind that didn’t need words. Get that tongue moving. On pleasing.
