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Chris shut his eyes and lowered his head back on the table. “I didn’t know.”
“Doesn’t matter now,” Anthony quietly said, but he was a horrible liar.
“Keep stroking him, big guy,” Jay said and glanced at me. “You’re going to help?”
“Help?”
He gestured with his head at Chris. “Jump in.”
I licked my dry lips and shook my head. “No.”
“But you want to.”
“You don’t know what I want.”
“You would’ve walked away otherwise.”
Damn him.“This is wrong.”
“Is it? Feels right from where I’m sitting.”
“Not everyone is as sick as you,” Chris said.
“Shut up or I’ll show you how sick I can be.” He looked at me again. “Admit it. Now that you know how he really is, doesn’t it feel like justice?”
His words circled in my head. In a way, thiswasjustice. And although I was not the victim of Chris’s acts, I still chose to stand with those who were. And there was this undeniable curiosity inside me, this yearning I couldn’t quite verbalize yet could feel gaining force. Slowly, I raised my unsteady hand. I didn’t know where I was going to place it until I found myself moving toward Chris’s scar. I touched it carefully, running the tip of my finger in a circle around the odd shape. “How did you get this?”
“Another asshole gave it to me.”
With no real way of defending himself, his words were his weapon. I let my fingers continue to travel across the warm skin, over Chris’s ribs and up to his exposed armpit. The hairs there were light brown, like his pubes. Although his pits weren’t as smooth as the rest of him, they weren’t very hairy. My finger touched the damp skin of his armpit, and a tight breath escaped my clenched throat. Chris’s eyes shifted uneasily beneath his eyelids, but he remained composed.
This was supposed to be disgusting; another man’s sweat. But it wasn’t. I ran my fingers between his soft armpit hairs, aware of the sound of my shallow breathing. I was still in my underwear, my erection uncomfortably pressing against the tight fabric. I tugged on his armpit hair, lightly at first, then stronger until I pulled some of the hairs out, making Chris grimace.
Jay moved his hand from Chris’s right nipple, and without a second thought, I took his place and pinched it. The soft skin felt so nice clenched between my fingers. I needed to fight the urge to squeeze harder.
Jay leaned toward me. “Check how hard he is. He’s dripping.”
I looked and saw a precum puddle on Chris’s lower stomach. A few drops slid between his pubes. Anthony was still slowly jerking him, and I was surprised to notice Chris’s hips making subtle movements up and down. He wasn’t exactly fucking Anthony’s hand, but he wasn’t far from it.
I looked back at Chris’s face. His eyes were still shut, but his lips were slightly parted, the tip of his tongue sticking out. I could hear soft moans escaping his throat, so quiet that I wasn’t sure he was even aware of them.
Since my touch hadn’t yet caused hell to break loose, I decided to take things a step further and leaned my head down toward Chris’s armpit. I sniffed, inhaling his musky sweat that mixed with the faint smell of deodorant he must have put hours ago. I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue, then gave a long, wet lick to the sweaty skin.
He shuddered and sucked in a breath, but otherwise kept quiet. I could tell the other two were watching me, likely wondering what the hell I was doing. I didn’t care. This was happening, and the current was too strong for me to pull away from. I gave Chris’s armpit another lick, by now barely tasting his sweat. The wet hairs tickled my nose. I noticed that I was still pinching his nipple, inadvertently digging the tip of my nails into the sensitive flesh.
I asked, “Is this too painful?”
After a moment of silence, in which I was holding my breath, Chris said, “It’s fine.”
He didn’t sound angry—weary, yes, but not angry. I reminded myself that I wasn’t doing this to a straight man who couldn’t fathom the thought of being touched by a man. By now, it was clear that Chris had no problem with man-on-man action, although most likely when it suited his style, his rules. It helped soften some of my guilt.
I moved my fingers from his nipple and instead sank my teeth into it. Chris gasped loudly and his body jerked, but with Jay holding his hands above his head, there was nowhere for him to go. I didn’t bite too hard, although it was tempting, so unbelievably tempting. I put just enough pressure to make him worried I might go too far, then sucked on the tip of his soft nipple as gently as I could.
The moans of pleasure escaping Chris’s throat were unmistakable. It dawned on me that this was not how I had thought Jay's plan would go. I feared violence, but hell, this was the complete opposite.
He wants to mess with his head, to make him feel helpless. That’s it.I had freaked out over nothing, forgetting that despite it all, Jay was still Jay, a man I would trust with my life.
Chris hissed, “I’m close.”
