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“Are ye jokin’?”
“You are aware I’m including me in this, too?” Rory drawls. “It appears I have far more self-control, though that isn’t difficult compared tosomeonewho exploded his grenade long before the mission concluded at the Beaumont.”
“Have youseenJessa?” Danny asks, sounding defensive as he gestures at me. I remain kneeling between Luke’s spread legs, trying to ignore the pink flush creeping across my cheeks. “Have youheardher?”
“Yes. More than you. But this isn’t about you or me. It’s about Luke. And Jessa’s aware of that so why aren’t you?”
“Yeah, Danny,” Luke murmurs, his voice dry, and were his eyes not concealed by my shirt, I imagine he’d be rolling them. “Do you not want me to get off or something? What kind of sadist are you?”
“Not as big a sadist ashim,” Danny huffs, with a pointed glare at Rory. He returns his attention to me, his face softening, his fingers twitching across the back of his chair like he doesn’t know where to put them now that he’s been forbidden from touching himself. “Sorry, Jessa,” he adds awkwardly. “You may resume.”
“Use your mouth,” Rory directs, and Luke’s cock gives another eager leap. “Slowly.”
It’s a good thing, I think to myself, that Luke’s eyes are hidden. They’re lethal when uncovered — particles of black glitter, so deep and impossibly dark that the rest of the room appears to fade away and blur around him. I imagine his eyes would search my face before I moved forward, watching me intently as though he can’t quite believe his luck — because beneath the grand crown and the tangled family history, he is after all still a teenage boy. But all he has now is a blindfold that readsThought Criminal.
My tongue streaks across his length, painting a long, hot stripe from base to flared crown. He tenses instantly inside Finlay’s arms, his chest already rising and falling at a rapid pace. Finlay’s hands wander, as if in experiment, across the smooth planes of Luke’s chest. I wonder if he’s comparing, tracing the silk of Luke’s lithe body and recalling his nighttime darknesses with Rory.
“Drag him down.” Finlay doesn’t even turn his head to query Rory’s instruction. He grabs at Luke, pulling him down so that he lies flat on the bed, the only thing rising into the air his beautiful cock. “Cover him,” Rory murmurs, and this time when Finlay looks uncertain, Rory adds in a dangerous caveat, “with your body.”
I see the moment the tension rockets through the air. Finlay rests a tentative hand on Luke’s prone chest, before changing his mind and replacing it with the weight of his foot.
The powerful muscles in Luke’s thighs tense, but his cock jerks ever higher, as though it’s seizing strength from an unknown source.
Luke’s cock is impossible to resist, its slow metronomic tick-tock downright hypnotic as I sit between his legs watching it. Beyond it, Finlay and Luke are almost grappling together, until Finlay’s whole right leg spreads across Luke’s body, trapping him and pinning him into place. He turns his head to glance down at me, green eyes glazed with desire.
I take Luke’s stiffened cock into my fist and pump it gently, sliding him into my parting mouth. The weight of him lolls comfortably against my tongue, my whole mouth full of Luke. Finlay hasn’t looked away; he stares as though the sight of us together is too erotic to turn away from. I sense more than him watching me, too — I sense Danny at my side and Rory behind them all, and I wonder if right now they’re all living vicariously through Luke, if they’re all wishing to be sucked the way I’m sucking Luke.
Power surges through me at the thought, of how their attentions have been captured by me. Bymyacts. I lick my way up and down Luke’s rock-hard cock, responding to every needy beat of his length against the inside of my cheek. The more I suck him, the more turned on I become, and I feel myself getting warmer and wetter as if in empathy to match Luke.
“How does she feel?” Rory asks, his tone as clipped and cold as if discussing the inner workings of a luxury car. Heat seizes at my cunt. I don’t know what it is about Rory pretending to act dismissive toward me, but it sure as helldoes thingsto me. I lick Luke’s length, savoring it, as though the more I put into pleasuring him, the more able I am to rattle Rory away from his polite rich-boy exterior with his civil rich-boy tongue.
“Exquisite,” Luke breathes, and I smile with pride around his cock.
“How does Fin feel?” Rory’s voice is as inscrutable as ever.
There’s a long pause. “Heavy.”
“Well, fuck you very much,” Finlay snaps, and he presses his leg down further onto Luke’s chest, until Luke makes a soft groan of protest and I end up having to bury my laughter deep within my stomach.
“Also exquisite,” Luke amends dryly, and Finlay, pleased, eases his leg off Luke’s torso. His foot begins to rock its way across his pecs, toes toying with his dark nipples and heel digging against his sternum, before rolling down the muscles of Luke’s sides.
Luke groans again, until suddenly his cock freezes in warning against the warmth of my tongue. He leans up suddenly, Finlay’s leg sliding down his skin, and makes a failed grab for my head.
“I want,” Luke manages, and Finlay shifts behind him again, his chest against Luke’s back, before planting a soft kiss at the edge of his nape. “I want,” Luke says again, a half-muttered, semi-conscious plea, and as I lick another hot stripe up his cock with the flat of my tongue, I watch Finlay do likewise against Luke’s throat.
Muscles tense instantly. Luke, already thrumming, begins to tremble on the bed, trapped between myself and Finlay’s roaming mouth. He straightens, as though still chasing the very essence of decorum, still determined to remain princely and upright, but it’s fruitless, because within seconds his perfect grace unspools, his spine sagging as white ribbons spurt down my throat, as he releases an agonized cry into the air, and shatters.
“Grab her hair.”
Finlay obeys on behalf of Luke, drawing himself closer to me, seizing a handful and dragging me into Luke, so that my whole world narrows down to Luke and the black curls that tickle my cheekbones. Finlay’s fingers grip me hard, and the pressure soothes, casting aside the rest of the world as I obligingly devour the last of Luke’s thick seed.
The shimmering pleasure from earlier is still building inside me. I’m trapped in every direction andI like it. Around a mouth full of Luke’s lush cock, and under Finlay’s insistent hand, I give a soft, necessary gasp. And in this catch of breath, time slows and stops. My thighs grind together, and I picture ourselves from the angle Danny’s at: a boy kissing the nape of a prince like a loyal disciple, a prince arching yearningly into a girl’s mouth, and a girl whose thighs rub together as she desperately yearns for release.
And all the while, another lounges by the wall and commands — cut off from the action, yet the creator of this whole scene.
Somehow it’s enough, this outward-imagining, and warm bliss seeps through my system with Finlay’s hand full and greedy with my hair. My lips slide around a screamed-out moan, drinking in the last pearls of Luke’s cum, as my cunt pulsates like a raw starburst, giving a vicious, explosive orgasm that grips my body and dizzies my mind. Finlay pins my head down on Luke’s cock until all I see is stars, my body jolting with aftershocks, Luke’s cock rolling down past my hot wet lips and tongue as he eases himself out and removes his blindfold.
It feels like being cut off from my life source. I nudge my head against Finlay’s palm, and he slides it down me, smoothing my hair, petting me to completion. Luke extends his hand and guides me onto the bed, where I lie flat on my back, my fingers making a beeline for my folds. I don’t bother to unbutton or unzip my jeans, my hand diving beneath my waistband and furiously peaking myself with pleasure, my body shuddering, my hips arching.
