“It’s not you that’s the embarrassing part. It’s everything else. Knowing that people are thinking about me having sex? And the whole sex list thing in general is pretty humiliating. Don’t you guys remember how embarrassed I was when you first found it and realized I hadn’t ever done anything besides kiss a guy?” I uncover my eyes and turn onto my side so I can look at them. “Anyway, it’s a moot point now, because I’m pretty sure they know about us. At least Andrea does, and I’m sure she probably told the rest of your families.”
“And this makes you mad,” says Felix, studying my face.
“Well, it doesn’t make me happy. I don’t want to be defined by who I’m sleeping with. When girls are just seen as someone’s girlfriend or hookup, people treat them like they’re … less than. Like that’s all they are, all they’re good for.”
“And my mom made you feel like that? Like fucking us is all you’re good for?” Lukas’s face is a mixture of surprise and anger as he reaches for his phone.
“No!” I launch myself off my bed to yank the phone from his hand and end up landing sprawled out on top of them, spread out across their legs.
Chapter Twenty
None of the guys say anything as I snatch Lukas’s phone from him, clutching it to my chest.
“Your mom didn’t do anything wrong.” The last thing I need is Lukas calling his mother to yell at her for making me feel cheap, when she actually kind of saved me from even further embarrassment.
Tossing Lukas’s phone across to the now-empty bed, I straddle Lukas’s lap, placing my hands on either side of his face. I can feel him hardening beneath me in spite of the unsexy situation we are in, and it brings my mind right back to dry-humping Felix earlier today, and the not-so-dry humping that followed.
Not the time, brain.I look into Lukas’s eyes, saying it again. “She didn’t make me feel less than. She was actually pretty chill about the hickey, just gave me a head’s up so I could cover it. Your mom is great.”
“Maybe we don’t talk about my mom when you’re on top of me?” His erection twitches underneath me, and he looks away from me, staring off into the middle distance. I wonder if he’s trying to will away his hard-on by mentally going through all the digits of pi or something.
I see an opening to get rid of some of the tension that’s been clouding the room since we returned from dinner and I started a fight. “Oh? Am I making you uncomfortable?” I roll my hips slightly to tease him.
“More like rock hard,” says Lukas, breathless, his hands clenched in the covers at his sides.
I lean forward and kiss him gently. “Let me show you how not embarrassed I am by all of you.”
I tease him again with another roll of my hips and set my glasses on the nightstand before reaching between us and pulling his cock out of his boxers. I should make a rule that they can only wear boxers when I’m around, it’s so much more convenient than real pants.
He’s not quite as thick as Felix, but he’s a little longer, and somehow he’s still growing as I stroke him.
Flicking my eyes up to his, I continue coaxing his cock even harder and say, “You might have to walk me through how you like it, but Sebastian and Elliot did a good job teaching me the basics.”
He nods, his jaw tight, as I scoot back enough to lean down and take him in my mouth.
“I like it when you use your tongue to play with the head, and use your hand to gently roll my balls,” he says. His voice is gruff with arousal as he takes my hand and wraps it around his shaft, showing me the amount of pressure he prefers. “When you wrap your hand around me, don’t be scared to be a little rough.”
Well, if he’s going to give such clear instructions, the least I can do is reward him by listening and blowing him exactly the way he likes.
The noises Lukas makes as I lick and flick my tongue over the head of his cock are turning me on way more than I ever would have expected. I never thought giving pleasure would feel just as good as receiving it.
“You look like you’d like someone to touch you,” says Elliot. “Can I help you out?”
“Yes, please,” I say, popping off of Lukas’s cock just long enough to answer.
He climbs off the bed and moves to the foot of it, giving everyone a little more room. Lukas spreads his legs a little wider, giving me more space as well.
Elliot wraps his hands around my thighs and tugs, forcing me to lie on my stomach with my legs stretched behind me. It’s not the easiest position for me to be in to give a blow job, but I push up onto my elbows and make do. He climbs onto the bed, straddling thighs, and palms my ass, massaging and lifting as he settles in over me. His palms are warm even through the thin fabric of my sleep shorts. And I hold my breath, waiting for the moment that his thumbs reach down beneath the hem to touch my bare skin, and hopefully slide through my folds to find my center.
But he doesn’t. Elliot just keeps massaging the globes of my ass, bringing them together and then separating them, sometimes letting his thumbs slip under the hem of my shorts to pull my cheeks apart, but never getting anywhere close to where I want to be touched. My breath catches as the weight of his hard cock rests across my ass. It feels naughty, the way he slides his cock along the crack of my ass, squeezing my cheeks around his girth.
His refusal to actually touch me where I want is maddening, and I decide that if Elliot won’t satisfy me, then I’ll pass that same frustration on to Lukas. Maybe he’ll tell Elliot to stop teasing me.
“A little rougher,” says Lukas after I’ve teased him with the barest of kisses around the head of his cock, avoiding the very tip. “Wrap your lips around my dick and suck me.”
Lukas grabs my braid and tugs, pulling my head back to give himself a better view of me bobbing on the tip of his cock. It’s incredibly hot, seeing him looking down at me as he pulls my hair to control how far down I can go, and between that and Elliot’s cock dragging along my ass, I’m so wet I’m probably going to have to throw these sleep shorts away later.
“Can I fuck you?” asks Elliot, his hands leaving my ass only to run up my back along my spine. When he runs his hands back down, they catch on my hips and pull me into his heavy length. “Or are you too sore?”
