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“He’s trying to get a rise out of us.”
“Why?”
“Fucked if I know, D. I guess he’s worried about all this shit going on with his dad.”
Dom’s frustration is clear down the phone. “What the hell has all that got to do with us and Mackenzie?”
“I don’t know. Has something happened that’ll piss him off?” I realize I probably should have spoken to Kenzie first. She was there, after all. She’d have known if Kirill had been upset about something.
Dom hesitates and then says, “I spent the night in her bed. All night. I slept with my cock buried inside her. Fuck, it was incredible.”
I close my eyes briefly and drag my hand through my hair. It’s getting too long and could do with a wash.
“Yeah,” I say on an exhale. “That’ll do it. I spent the whole night with her at the motel, now you slept in her room. He’s fucking jealous.”
“He doesn’t have anything to be jealous of. He can spend the night with her if he wants. He could have her tonight. It’s not like we’ve done it deliberately to piss him off. It just kind of happened that way.”
“Well, I think Mackenzie will probably want a say in that,” I point out. “It’s not like she’s a fucking timeshare.”
“You know what I mean,” he grumbles. “Look, I’m going to go and find them both. I assume they’ll still be together, since he had her trussed up like a goddamned turkey. It looks like the photograph was taken in her room.”
I move the phone away from my ear and check it again. It’s hard not to focus on the image of the handle of the hairbrush plugged into Mackenzie’s cunt. I know Kirill took it to piss us off, but it’s a picture I’ll be hanging on to. My cock is already hard just looking at it, and the effect of the pills is starting to take hold, giving me a nice buzz. I spread my fingertips across the screen, zooming in on the part that has captured my attention. Fuck, yes. That single image is far hotter than any kind of gang-bang porn I might find on the internet.
A voice draws my attention, and I remember D is still on the line. I’ve completely forgotten about him.
I clear my throat. “Yeah, it looks like her room.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
He ends the call.
I glance down at my sweatpants, and the way the front is now outlined by my cock. There is no way I can walk down the corridor with this thing standing out. My dick is a monster, and I’ll terrify anyone I come across.
I reopen the photograph of Kenzie, and then yank my sweatpants down, over the top of my erection, and around my thighs. I lean over the bed and grab a bottle of lube, tip some of it into my palm, and then go to work on myself.
With the phone with Mackenzie’s picture on it in one hand, and my cock in the other, I run my hand up and down my shaft, pausing to flick at the piercings at the underside of my cock, especially the ones closest to the head.
The whole time I milk myself, my gaze is locked on that image of her. I’ve had her for real, so it’s not hard picturing that the hand around my dick is hers. Aware I’m short on time, I move my hand faster. My balls pull in tight, my abs locked in, my thighs trembling. I know I’m going to come, that it’s only moments away. I imagine myself going to Mackenzie’s room only to find neither Kirill nor Dom there, and her still tied up exactly like in the photo. I don’t even care if she’s covered in Kirill’s cum; I’ll still take her. Maybe I could slide out the hairbrush, and replace it with my cock, and fuck her in the ass with the hairbrush instead.
That’s all it takes. With a lengthy groan that comes from deep in my chest, I give in to my release. My cock jerks in my hand, and hot, milky cum splatters over my bed. I don’t even care that I’ve made a mess. It’ll dry.
I slump back, and the phone drops from my fingers and hits the mattress. I close my eyes briefly, aware I could give in to sleep right now. I’m kind of wasted, and I don’t really want to go and deal with other people’s shit. But then I give myself a shake and force myself to stand up. I don’t want to leave Mack stuck in the middle of Dom and Kirill if things are going to go south.
I tuck myself away and go to the bathroom to wash my hands and splash some water on my face. Then I shove my feet into some sneakers and head up to Mackenzie’s room.
Dom is already there. Mack is sitting on the bed, her face in her hands. There’s a bad kind of vibe in here, and I don’t like it.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Dom glances over at me. “Kirill’s gone to meet his dad.”
Suddenly, this whole thing takes a completely different shape. “Oh, fuck.”
Will he come back?
“Do you know where?” I ask Mack.
She lifts her head and screws up her pretty nose. “I can’t remember. Somewhere in town. I know he told me, but I didn’t think to memorize the name of the place.”
