“Cal, can you?—”
He doesn’t have to finish the sentence; I’m already ripping at my belt buckle and zipper. Pathetic, but I don’t care. I shove my boxers and pants away and look at him, look ather, for I don’t know what. Confirmation. Approval.
Gwenna’s brows are drawn. Her lips are parted a little. But her eyes…
They look hungry.
“He's, uh, above average,” Lanz says, “but you’ll be fine. C’mere.” He gestures her over to his side of the couch, then glances at me. “Move back a little. Stretch out so she has room to?—”
I scramble backwards, pushing myself to the corner of the couch and extending as much as I can.
Lanz’s smile turns into a smirk, and he leans over to whisper right in my ear. “You are so good at doing what you’re told, Cal.”
And I shiver.
Not just from the praise, though. From the fact that he sounds…better. Like him again.
He turns to Gwenna. “Use your tongue first,” he says. “Get him wet.”
She nods. And obliges.
I jump at the first touch of her.
"Sorry!" I cry, at the same time Gwenna does.
“Easy, Cal.” Lanz presses a hand against my shoulder. “You’ll give her a black eye.”
I nod a few times. “Sorry," I say again. Kneeling by my knees, Gwenna bites her lip. Probably just a nervous tic or something, but it really doesn't help her looklesssexy, especially when I can practically still feel her nipples brushing over my skin--
“Relax,” Lanz says, softer. “Both of you. Maybe slower this time, okay?”
Again, Gwenna nods, and bends gingerly over me, her dark hair falling as she skates the light, warm edge of her tongue up and down the side of my cock.
I shivermightily. But hold still. I'm going to have to close my eyes.
“Good,” I hear Lanz say. “Now take the head in your mouth. Suck on it. Gentle—good.”
It is good.Sheis good—terribly, achingly good. She picks up the pace, gets firmer and harder, and slowly, just barely, I pumpinto her taut lips. When I do, she responds, responds with a short hum and a flick of tongue that hits the electric spot right underneath the head.
“Jesus,” I groan, eyes flying open.
“Perfect,” Lanz murmurs. “Perfect.Relax.”
I nod, let my eyes shut again, slide into her more even as I’m white-knuckling my self-control.
Because I could do this forever. With her, and with him.
Except then it stops.
I open my eyes. Gwenna’s rocked back on her knees, looking at Lanz.
“What’s wrong?” He looks down at her, concern etched on his features. “Are you okay?”
“Nothing,” she says, tucking hair behind her ear for the thousandth time. I guess hair really gets in the way; hadn’t ever thought about it. “I’m fine. It’s just…”
Alarm ricochets through me. “You don’t have to keep going,” I say quickly, straightening up a little.
“No! No, it’s not that. It’s…” She looks at Lanz. “I don’t want you just watching again,” she all but whispers. “I want you to touch me too.”
