Gemma
Ican’t believe he means this. It’s one of their little games, their way of seeing how far they can push me before I break. As if I haven’t been through enough tonight. Like I need a little more humiliation to drive home the point that I’m a hopeless wreck.
Only there’s no teasing in Denver’s smile, no sarcasm. He’s dead serious. When I shoot a look at Odis, I recognize the molten, seething darkness I’ve seen before, and my body responds to it before I can wrap my mind around what’s happening.
They mean it. Denver expects me to suck his dick while his brother watches, and the other men in the room watch, for all I know. They seem pretty wrapped up in what the dancer’s doing, but who knows. They might decide to watch us, too.
Why does the idea of that make the warmth already spreading between my thighs turn to heat? Wet, pulsing heat that makes me very much want to get on my knees and let them use me like a prostitute.
This isn’t like me at all. I should tell him off and run out of here. Then pray neither of them tells my mom because it would kill her.
So why am I not running? Why do I sort of hope those men behind me watch as I let Denver use me? Why am I not scared? I was terrified upstairs, ready to puke, but now? Now I feel… sexy. Wanted. Especially when I notice the obnoxious bulge in Denver’s pants. It twitches as I watch, and when my eyes dart away, meeting his, I realize it’s all for me. He’s not watching that naked girl. He’s looking at me, and he’s hard.
And waiting.
I lick my lips and notice how his eyes go straight to them an instant before he lets out a soft groan. He’s in the palm of my hand. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this powerful. Upstairs, I was small and insignificant, in way over my head. Here, I’m in charge of his pleasure, and it makes me feel strong—like a goddess.
I sink to my knees, holding his gaze, and brace myself against his thick thighs before settling in, running my hands up to his crotch. He lifts his hips a little, angling himself better, while I slowly unzip him.
I can’t believe this is happening, but I wouldn’t stop for anything short of the place catching fire. I’ve never been this hot or this wet in my life. Not even when Denver fingered me that first night. That was nothing compared to the connection between us now, as I pull his dick free.
“Suck it.” He closes a hand around his shaft while burying the other hand in my hair and pulling my face closer. I don’t know whether I want to give in or fight a little, so he’ll force me. Either they’re turning me into a hopeless slut, or this is who I was all along and didn’t know it.
I extend my tongue and catch a drop of moisture coming from the slit. He growls, his hand tightening in my hair. I part my lips and envelop the purple, bulging head between them, moving slowly down, hesitant but eager for more of this. I want to see how far we can go.
“That’s right, baby. Take your time.” Denver’s breathing is deep, his voice an animalistic growl as I take him deeper into my mouth—so deep he touches the back of my throat and makes me gag a little. I wait until the reflex passes before lifting my head just as slowly as I descended.
“How’s she feel?” I realize Odis is next to me, on one knee, and a second later, his hand begins rubbing circles over my ass. I moan around Denver’s dick, and it gets even harder than before.
“Fucking incredible. I knew those lips would feel good wrapped around me.” He thrusts his hips a little while tightening the grip on my hair to the point where he nudges me to the edge between pleasure and pain. Between that and the way Odis is touching me, my panties are soaked.
I need him to touch me there. Now.
“That’s right. Spread your legs for me. Show me how much you want this.” Odis’s hand slides slowly under my dress, his palm skimming my ass cheek and forcing a moan out of me. Denver groans again when I do it, forcing my head up and down faster than before.
Even that doesn’t freak me out, the way he’s controlling things. I only suck harder than before. “You love this, don’t you?” he asks with a deep, knowing laugh while Odis starts to rub me through my panties.
“So wet.” He pushes the fabric aside, parting my lips. An electric shock races up my spine when he brushes against my painfully swollen clit. I lean back against his hand, hungry for more, and he chuckles. “Greedy.”
I don’t care if it makes me greedy. I don’t care about anything but what this is doing to me. How it makes me feel.
“Faster.” Denver forces me up and down until I can’t do anything but try to catch a breath while Odis strums my clit. When he thrusts a finger inside me, I push back, riding his fingers.
There’s nothing in the world but the thumping bass coming up through the floor, Denver pumping in and out of my mouth, and Odis pumping in and out of my pussy. It all swirls together until I explode, clenching around Odis’s finger, my moans stifled by Denver’s cock. “Good girl,” Odis growls. “Come for us. Show us how much you love it.”
I might come again if he doesn’t stop talking like that, and Denver’s not helping. He’s getting close while I’m still riding the final waves. “Get ready,” he grunts before shoving my head down until my nose is pressed against his base. A second later, he unloads down the back of my throat, filling it until his cum dribbles from the corners of my mouth.
He lets me go with a sigh, stroking my hair now instead of pulling it. “Good work. You earned that car repair.” I can only wipe the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand. My head’s spinning too fast for me to do much more than that.
So fast, I barely know what is happening. Odis pulls me to my feet. I’m unsteady and have to lean against him, but he supports me without hardly trying. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” Denver stands and straightens himself out before following us from the room and across the club. I’m dizzy and lightheaded. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was drugged.
I have no idea what just happened.
Except I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.