“You’ve still got us,” Jack says. I lean into his hand, and it feels good to have this kind of closeness between us again. His arms loop around my neck and he kisses the top of my head between my horns. I shiver as he travels downward, lipping at my ear, then at my jaw and throat. I lean back in the chair so he can access all of me.
Soon, my shirt is gone and so are my jeans. But Jack takes his time, his lips traveling over every inch of my fur, sucking on my nipples and playing with my cock. When this started, I expected it would end with me bent over the table—but instead, I’m still in my chair while Jack kneels in front of me. I’m only half-hard, somewhat uncertain about where we’re headed.
“Hmm,” my husband says, gently wrapping his hand around me. “We’d better do something about that.”
Bennett watches with curiosity from his own seat as Jack kisses down my belly, then starts to stroke me. I can’t help a gasp, and blood races down to my groin at the sight of him on his knees, his ears back. He smirks as he lowers his head and slips the head of my cock between his lips.
It’s divine, and I moan as he brings me in deep. I don’t know how long it’s been since Jack gave me a blowjob, but I forgot how good he is at them. It’s like his throat unlocks for me and he brings me in as far as he can until I’m fully encased to the root.
Then he sucks. He lifts his head and his cheeks hollow out as he slides his mouth off, then without even taking a breath, he shoves me back into it again.
Fuck, I’m already close, and his tongue teasing the underside of me is driving me wild. I fist a hand in his hair, and Jack manages to take me deeper. He sets a slow but thorough pace, sucking me all the way in before letting me go again.
Then he reaches down and massages my balls. That’s all it takes, really, to send me over the edge, bursting inside his mouth. He squeezes me as I come, and I jerk forward, the sensation almost overwhelming.
He milks me for everything I’m worth before swallowing it all and letting me go.
Then Bennett rises from the table, and he’s tenting his jeans. “I want to go to bed,” he says in a rough voice. “Right now.”
Jack’s knowing grin grows even wider as he stands up and strips his shirt off. Then his pants go, and Bennett does the same, before the two of them clash with hands and mouths. Bennett groans.
“You taste good, Arthur,” he says as he kisses Jack hard.
Not thirty minutes later, I find myself lounging on the bed, watching with interest while Jack fucks Bennett into the mattress. He’s clearly stirred up, too, after having Bree over. Which pleases me immensely.
Now I just have to be patient.
Seventeen
Bree
It’s quiet in my car after the boisterous noise of the satyrs’ home. I’m strangely at ease after the evening I spent there. It was simple, but it filled up my heart. For a little while, I felt like I belonged, like I was a part of a big, fun family.
It makes me think of my sister and my mom, who I haven’t spoken to in ages. If possible, I was going to avoid telling them about my little detour with DreamTogether completely. But after the week I’ve had, maybe I should open up the conversation about what I’m going through. Mom would understand, though Chloe might not.
At least Chloe knows what I really do for a living. Mom still thinks I work at the tea shop. Someday I’m going to have to come clean with her and stop being afraid of her judgment.
When I pull into the parking lot of my apartment building and kill the engine, I get an alert on my phone saying I got a new tip. Hmm, that’s odd. I’ve been absent for a week already, and I posted to all my social media that I’m on hiatus for another month at least. Why would someone be tipping me?
I open the notification and find a solid $200 waiting for me. Wow, that’s a lot. Then I see that my tipper has sent a direct message, too.
It’s GingerWatchman. I wonder what he’s got to say for that much money.
You haven’t been around lately and I’ve been worried about you. I hope you’re not ill. If you are, though, please use this to send someone to buy soup and cough medicine.
Never hesitate to call on me if you need me, Bree.
I stare at the last word of the message for far too long.
He knows my name. How the fuck does he know my real name?
I clutch the phone to my chest as I get out of the car, looking around the parking lot for any sign of an intruder. If he knows my name, what else does he know about me?
When I enter my house, I close the door, lock it, and flip on all the lights. I even check the house once before settling in on the couch to figure out what I’m supposed to do next.
What can I do, though? I could ban him from attending my streams, I guess, but he always gives me great tips. It’s not like he said anything too scary, besides noticing that I’ve been gone.
Still, it sends a shiver up my spine. This is a boundary I never wanted breached, and now it’s happened. But where was the leak? I don’t have much in the way of social media under my real name, though it’s possible someone in my friend circle has seen me perform as Sienna.
