He thrust forward, straight into my mouth and I moaned.
He pulled back, his flesh slipping from my lips.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Celeste. Your mouth was way too hot.”
I blinked up at him. He was apologising?
“Don’t be sorry. Do it again. Teach me what to do.”
Dane glanced at Sam and Tayte.
I waited, my heart pounding against my ribs in equal measures of fear and desire.
“Come on, Dane.”
Then he stepped forward and put his hand around the back of my skull, cupping my head.
“Open your mouth.”
I did.
And he fed his cock back between my lips.
“Now, suck it, lick it, do whatever you want to it.”
His words made my cheeks burn with heat. But I did what he said and explored his rigid flesh.
I came off the end and nibbled down the side, loving his groans as I licked around the bulbous head.
Such an amazing and interesting piece of equipment he had.
Dane backed away and I moved over to Sam, who was standing, arms by his side and hands clenched into fists.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I knelt before him, looking up at my big man.
His cock seemed ready. It was red and swollen and looked about ready to explode.
He nodded his head and I bobbed forward, running my tongue up and down the slit and tasting the saltiness of his seed.
I licked my lips, savouring the unusual flavour, before sucking the rest of the head into my mouth.
Sam didn’t grab my head, nor did he move. But he trembled beneath my touch and the power of his submission flooded through me.
He was enjoying this, I knew. But was fighting it for some reason.
I reached up and touched his balls, the soft skin wrinkling and moving up as I caressed him.
He groaned loudly and flexed his hips forward. I swallowed more of the shaft and used my tongue to taste him.
Sam pulled away quickly, gasping for air.
“Oh, God. That was too good. I can’t take anymore without coming.”
He moved away, as though he couldn’t be tempted to even be close to me.
I turned towards Tayte.
Tayte wasn’t very hard yet, his long cock hanging down past his balls.