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“How?” I meet his eyes. He doesn’t have to tell me. He could shrug and turn away, and we could continue our walk back to the lake. But something flickers in his face and suddenly I know he’s not going to do that.

Leaning forward, Mack rests his arm beside my head so he’s curved above my body. His face is close to mine. His naked dick is close to mine. “The first time I really understood what it was like to have that kind of release was when she and Tanner tied me to a chair.”

I breathe in, then release a small sigh as the image forms in my mind.

“She sat on my lap and opened her legs for Tanner. He made her come, but I couldn’t touch her. I couldn’t move.”

A shiver of arousal creeps down my spine and tugs at my balls. “Fuck,” I mutter.

“When I finally came, while she and Tanner sat there watching me, it was the sweetest release I’d ever felt.”

I put a tentative hand on Mack’s hip. There’s still time for him to pull away, but he doesn’t; he tilts his pelvis toward me. “I need that,” I whisper.

“Need what?” Mack fixes me with a dark stare that makes my cock pulse.

“Release,” I reply, barely able to speak.

“Do you think Nova would want me to help you?” Mack’s eyes flash amber as he reaches for my jeans and begins to unfasten them.

A smile flutters on my lips. “Are you kidding?” I laugh, breaking the seriousness of the moment with a chuckle I can’t hold back. “She’d think it was crazy hot.”

Mack’s lips twitch too. He’s pressing his crotch against mine and tugging at the waistband of my jeans. “I agree,” he says, moving his mouth so close to my ear that I feel his hot breath on my neck. “I’m going to help you, Sam, on one condition.”

A small groan rumbles in my throat as Mack’s hand finds my cock. “Anything,” I whisper, my voice thready.

“We tell her every single detail when we see her again.”

“Yes,” I answer instantly. “Everything. We’ll tell her everything, Professor. I swear.”

“Alright then.” Mack takes his hand away and drops to his knees in front of me. Seeing him like that—an older guy, on the ground, mouth open, ready to please me—sends a wave of electricity to my core. He’s the daddy of the group. The one in control. The one who has his shit together, and he’s about to do this for me. The sudden reversal of the power dynamic between us has made me breathless. My dick stiffens as Mack runs his tongue from its base to its tip.

“I didn’t know you… liked it like this,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out.

Mack stops. I want to pull his mouth back to where it was, but I also want him to answer me because, even though he’s been part of our group activities, I’ve never seen him do anything with the other guys. “I’m not sure Nova does either,” Mack says, frowning as if it’s an interesting question. “Usually, with the others, I enjoy watching. But you’re different.” He runs his hands up my thighs.

“Different?” Somehow, I get the word out.

Mack’s lips are tantalizingly close to my tip. A bead of pre-cum glistens. He swipes his tongue over it, and I’m almost driven wild with the need to be inside his mouth. “You remind me of Nova.” Mack slips his hands beneath my shirt and runs his strong palms over my stomach. “Your energy. Your strength, despite all the darkness.”

“You don’t remind me of her one bit,” I chuckle, reaching down to stroke his beard.

“Quiet now, Sam.” Mack holds my gaze. “Pay attention, so we can give Nova a live replay when she returns.”

The thought of Nova watching Mack suck my cock makes me tilt my head back and mutter, “Holy stars.” I lace my fingers together behind my head and close my eyes as Mack’s lips seal around my shaft.

Expertly, like somehow he knows exactly how to drive me wild, he takes my entire length in his mouth. He gags, and the sound is heaven. Guttural. Deep. Animalistic. He applies pressure with his lips, then grips the base of my cock with both hands as he plunges his mouth onto me again and again.

When he stops and stands up, I stumble a little and put my hands on his shoulders. “Keep doing that,” I beg. “Please, Professor.”

But Mack just takes me in his hand. He offers several long, torturous strokes with his tightly closed fist, which feels so different to Nova’s and Tanner’s. Bigger, stronger, rougher. My cock is wet from his mouth, and his fingers slide easily up and down.

With his free hand, he roughly pushes his fingers through my hair. Then I feel something else pressing against me. I can’t look down, because he’s holding my head in place, but it doesn’t take many seconds for me to realize he’s now wrapped his hand around both of us. His cock is being squeezed against mine.

Mack releases a low growl as he strokes slowly, then faster, then harder. He meets my gaze and holds it, keeping my head steady, too, so I can’t look away from him.

“Fuck, Mack, I’m going to—”

“Not until I say you can,” he growls at me without breaking his rhythm. “Got it?”