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They each stand and start removing their shoes. Lucian looks at me and back to the others. “I feel like we got played. Does anyone else feel that way?”
I smile at the three of them staring at me, hold up my shot glass, and down its contents, pouring a third. I never give anything away.
“Yeah, I’m starting to get that feeling,” Otis says, stripping his shirt over his head.
I lick my lips at the sight of rippling muscles moving along his abs as he bends and twists, removing his jeans.
Dante’s the first out of his clothing, and I gulp at the sight of him standing before me, completely naked and hard. My mouth waters, and I ache to wrap my lips around him.
“Angel,” Dante rasps, his voice thick with desire. His hand comes up to wrap around the base of his cock, and he gives it a lazy stroke from root to tip. “Angel, you’re wearing too many clothes.”
I tear my eyes away from his hand and allow my mind to process his words. Oh, right. Clothes. Clothes are bad.
No. This is my reward. I won. I smile up at Dante and crawl to kneel in front of him. “Clothes can wait. I won the game. I want my prize now.” I wrap my hand around his and stroke his cock with him. Leaning in, I roll my tongue around the head and focus on the slit.
“Fuck, angel,” he breathes, his hand slipping away.
Tightening my hold on him, I glide my hand up and down a few times, squeezing on the upstroke, until a bead of pre-cum fills the angry purple slit. On the next upstroke, I gather the bead and rub it back down the length of his shaft.
I wrap my lips around the crown and slowly feed his cock into my mouth, using my other hand to continue to stroke the base. Sliding my mouth further down, I remain conscious of my teeth, remembering to keep them covered. I push him deeper until the head of his cock taps the back of my throat, and I have to fight my natural gag reflex. Pulling back, I suck deeper, stopping with just the head still covered by my lips, giving it a little flick of my tongue before sliding back down, taking him a little deeper each time.
“Shit, angel. You have to stop … now.” Dante’s fingers slide into my hair and give my strands a light tug, pulling me off his cock.
Otis runs his fingers from my temple to my cheek, guiding my head in his direction, to his pulsing cock.
I wrap my mouth around the head, and he sinks his fingers into my hair, holding it away from my face. I look up at him through my lashes as I stroke his cock with my mouth, running my tongue along the underside and drawing hard on the tip. I roll his balls through my fingers, tickling that little spot of nerves just behind them. His legs shake, and his hands tighten in my hair.
“Fuck, no one should be that good. Damn, princess.” He lets go of me, and Lucian steps into my line of sight.
Lucian holds out his hand to me. “I want you in the bed, little lamb.”
I shake my head, that’s not what I want, and reach out, wrapping my hand around his throbbing cock, and give him a little tug in my direction. He refuses to come to me, standing his ground. Fine. I walk forward on my knees and move my hands to hold on to the back of his knees.
“Little lamb, no. I don’t want to scare you with how I like that.”
“You could never scare me, Lucian,” I say and glide both of my hands up the backs of his thighs. Remembering the first night we met, standing together outside one of the rooms, watching a girl tied up in rope, I smack him lightly on one ass cheek. “What are you glutton for?”
He trails a finger down the side of my face and cups my cheek. “You, little lamb. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
Smiling up at him, I whisper, “Good answer. Now, fuck my throat, Lucian.” I lick along the length of his shaft and position the head of his cock in my mouth, resting it on my tongue and wait for him to take what he needs.
Hesitantly, he grips my head in both hands and rocks his hips forward, driving his cock deeper in my mouth. But it’s not deep enough. I tighten my hold on his legs and pull him harder into me, forcing his cock to the back of my throat and pushing deeper. I swallow around him, relaxing my muscles, and accepting the girth. His cock twitches in my mouth, the head tapping against the walls of my throat, causing me to gag. I close my eyes for a moment, remaining calm, riding out the sensation.
Lucian pulls back slowly, allowing me a moment to suck in a quick breath before he slides back in. A number of quick, shallow strokes followed by one slow, deep thrust. His fingers flex against my scalp as he holds my head in place.
Listening to the sounds of Lucian’s ragged breathing forms an ache between my thighs, and I rub my thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing need.
“Fucking hell, little lamb. You are fucking perfect.”
Hands grip my hips, and a body presses against my back. Strong fingers undo the snaps of my overall straps and tug the bib down until the denim material is pooling around my knees. Those same fingers slip inside the waistband of my panties, sliding deeper, and my legs widen slightly to give them better access to where I need them. One long finger trails between my folds, sinking inside me to gather the moisture there and bring it up to circle my clit.
I moan around Lucian’s cock, sending waves of deep, throaty vibrations up his shaft. His head falls back, eyes squeeze shut, and mouth drops open on a nearly silent gasp.
Lucian pulls back, and the force of his sudden movement rocks me into the body behind me. “Shit,” he pants, bending over, still holding my head. I heave a heavy gasp of air into my lungs, my eyes locked with his. He drops to his knees in front of me and steals any precious oxygen I managed to catch as he seals his lips to mine, owning every inch of me in a hungry, desperate kiss.
Lucian
Tearing my lips from Devin’s, I hold tight to her, still not ready to let her go. I rest my forehead against hers for a second, listening to her ragged pants for air. Lifting my head, I catch a quick glimpse of Otis holding her from behind and offer him a slight nod of appreciation. I place a kiss on Devin’s forehead and force myself to let her go.
