“No, some shit’s going down. In fact, I need you to stay up at the cabin with Snyder and watch Shasta for me. I’ll call you when I need you back here.”
“What’s going on?” Clash asked, unzipping his pants. He kept the gun trained on Snyder, then pointed it toward the wall, motioning for him to get off the bed.
Snyder looked at me and whispered, “You don’t have to do this.”
“It’s to save us both,” I whispered back, gulping loudly when Clash’s cock came bouncing out to greet me. Moving forward, I gripped Clash’s shaft in my hands, taking in his gaze that was thrumming with heat and desire.
I couldn’t believe this man wanted me to suck his cock while my Ol’ Man was on the phone. But damn, that’s exactly what he wanted.
Clash’s head tipped back when my mouth moved over his shaft, and I felt all the veins along it tighten and bulge with need and arousal.
Sabbath’s voice broke through on the line and for a brief second, I felt guilty. But then I remembered all the women he slept with back at the club, and that guilt subsided quickly. “It’s the Crows. They are trying to stir up trouble in an attempt to flush Shasta out. I don’t trust them. So, do me a favor. Just stay up there a few days with them. I’d feel safer if she was with two of my best men up there instead of just one.”
Clash’s smile spread.
Damn, Sabbath was utterly clueless.
Clash fisted my hair, guiding my head up and down his throbbing cock as he fought back the urge to moan. I knew he wanted to; the man was ready to pop at any second.
“Okay, Prez. I got you. You let me know when shit dies down, and I’llheadthat way.” He winked over at Snyder, who only rolled his eyes. He was not happy at all that I was sucking Clash’s cock, but he also seemed a tad turned on. His cock was slightly starting to rise, and it made me wonder what it would be like to be with both of them at the same time.
The thought had my legs crossing with unbridled need, and I chanced a glance Snyder’s way, who was now stroking his dick vigorously.
“Thanks, Clash. You and Snyder are saving my ass here. If I could be there with her, I would, but with the way the Crows are acting, I don’t want to take any chances.”
“I know, Prez. Don’t worry, she’s in good hands.” Another wink was thrown at Snyder. “We’ll take good care of her.” His voice strained at the end when my teeth dragged down his shaft and I tickled the tip of his dick with my tongue.
Glancing up, there was a look of pure ecstasy etching his features as his eyes drifted closed and his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip to keep from groaning.
This was the quietest blow job I had ever given, but I didn’t want Sabbath to know what we were doing. The forbidden aspect of it had the entire room bustling with sexual arousal, and all I could think about was how I was sticking it to Sabbath right now. A fuck for a fuck… a suck for a suck.
“Can I talk to her?”
My eyes widened, and I slowly pulled back, making sure I didn’t make a sound as I left the head of Clash’s dick.
Clash pointed the phone in my direction. “He wants to talk to you.” Damn, that grin was as impish as it was sinful. Clash was enjoying this way too much. And I had to admit, I was too.
I took the phone slowly, smiling shyly when Clash started stroking his impressive length.
“Shasta?” Sabbath questioned when I failed to say hello.
“Hmm? Oh, hey. What’s up?”
Both Snyder and Clash snickered.
Sabbath’s end of the line was silent for a few seconds. “You okay? You sound stressed…”
“I’m fine,” I bit out, just as I felt Snyder’s possessive hands move around me and start gripping my tits.
“Are they treating you good?”
Clash moved forward, taking my free hand and fitting it around his cock. His eyes met mine possessively, as he started stroking himself in my palm.
Damn, this was actually kind of hot.
Snyder’s hand worked its way down my front until two of his fingers were rubbing my clit.
“Oh yeah,” I replied, trying to bite back the breathless moan that wanted to escape my shaky lips. “Real good.”