I stand on the bed and plant one foot on either side of his head.
“Hold on. No kissing?” Lennox cautions, “I might have to dock points for skipping foreplay.”
“You didn’t see the feral look she was giving my cock.” Blake pretends to be serious.
Also, he’s not wrong. The thought of being stuffed full of his thick shaft makes it difficult for me to breathe.
Lennox looks up at me. “Is that true, are you trying to skip ahead, Miss…” I don’t understand the pause until it hits me that he doesn’t know my last name. “Ackerman.”
Is that a guess? I’m confused until Blake stops laughing long enough to say, “Giving her your name?”
I smile. “Seems I’m not the only one skipping ahead.”
“You won’t be using your last name for long. Might as well get used to mine.”
I can’t help but laugh. I could call him presumptuous, but why take away from how much I think I’d like that. “And by the way, did you figure out what STFUALMPLAGB means?”
Lennox shakes his head. Blake laughs.
“Shut the fuck up and lick my pussy like a good boy.”
“Fuck!” Lennox says, fisting his cock. “You can’t—”
“We forgot the cinnamon roll,” Blake says from out of nowhere.
“The roll’s going to have to wait.” Lennox notices my confusion. “We stopped at the diner. Bev wouldn’t give us your address, but she did give us a cinnamon—”
A phone rings and switches to the voice ID. “Call from Henry.”
We all stare at Lennox’s pants piled on the floor. “Call from Henry.”
While we’re being feisty, I run with it. “Why don’t you be a good boy and answer that.”
“Not right now.” His voice is strained.
I look over my shoulder at Blake’s fat cock. “Answer it on speaker phone or this becomes a lesson in cock-sitting.”
“I’m good either way,” Blake blurts out.
Lennox hesitates.
It hits me that what I’m asking is really wrong. That maybe I am doing this for revenge. Maybe not entirely, but the tiny part of me that wants to get back at Henry is tangled with the part of me that sees a future with these guys.
Lennox wants a relationship with Henry, but I don’t know how well that will go over if he gives me his last name. Something for all of us to get used to.
I take a step backward, committing to my threat.
“Call from Henry,” the phone continues.
“Stop.” Lennox squats, grabs his pants, and fishes his phone out of his pocket. “What is this, Cecilia?”
I kneel over Blake’s neck, not letting him lick me just yet, and pat the space beside us. “You’re going to talk to Henry while I play with your cock.”
“Cecilia.” His finger hovers over the phone screen.
“And while I come,” I add.
“He’s been a real jerk, but…” He sits on the bed beside us. “Stay quiet.” He taps the screen and the speakerphone button. “Hello.”
