Out of the corner of my eye, I see Wells and Brody stroking their cocks as Brooks speaks. But still, the sounds make me close my eyes because it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
“Everyone’s cum is different,” Brooks breathes out. “But mainly salty and warm. Precum…the stuff before the actual cum. That’s more grapefruity. And sometimes it can have an astringent aftertaste.”
“What’s the texture?”
Brooks grins, glancing up at the guys before his eyes drop while he thinks of his next words. “It’s like…” He looks up and grins. “Egg yolk.”
I scrunch my nose, but then it occurs to me I should ask Wells’ preference.
So from my knees, I look up at his handsome face, almost losing my train of thought as he jerks himself off in front of my face.
The jewelry peeks out with each stroke, and I find myself so mesmerized by the way the veins in his cock become more pronounced when he tugs downward.
My eyes lift to his.
“Do you want me to swallow?” I whisper.
An intense whoosh of breath rips from his lungs before he says, “Fuck. Make her stop, Brooks.”
My face whips to Brooks, who hides a laugh, then winks. “The answer’s always yes, Stunner. We all want you to swallow, but you’re dangerously close to Wells coming on your face if you keep doing that cherry shit. It’s too fucking hot.”
“Oh” is all I say before I add, “Then, yeah, I want to swallow. Show me.”
“Okay.”
Brooks smacks Brody’s hand away before he wraps his hand around his cock and slowly takes it into his mouth. I pay attention to how his cheeks cave in as he descends, and I crane my neck to see the way they stay the same as he draws back.
His head makes a similar motion, like the twisty one his hand did, but it’s slower and seems to get deeper and deeper.
“Fuck, Brooks,” Brody grunts, pressing his hand on the back of Brooks’ head.
“Cherry,” Wells grits out. “I’m dying over here.”
I snap back to attention.
Right. My bad.
Brooks breaks away from Brody, a little breathless, before he says, “Let your lips naturally tuck over your teeth as you suck—”
Brody’s pulling him back, but Brooks just smiles as he keeps him at bay by pushing Brody’s hips.
“—no teeth.”
I nod enthusiastically as Brooks is pulled back to business. Nervously, I replace Wells’ hand with mine.
He’s breathing so hard, staring down at me, that I can’t help but match his pace.
“Tell me if I do something wrong, okay?” I whisper, and he nods.
I lick my lips, leaning in until I kiss the tip of his cock, smiling to myself as he shivers.
Here goes nothing.
My mouth opens as I draw him inside slowly, letting my tongue flatten as his piercings ride over. My hand drifts away to only a few fingers as I go deeper, then closes in again as I draw back.
Holy shit.
He’s so hard but also soft. The way he fills my mouth makes my body come alive as if there’s a charge running through me. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck prick up, and even though I’m on my knees, they feel weak. So I put my other hand on his hip for security.
