Mack steps forward—of course, he does. Gently, he folds it in half then wraps it around her face. He ties it tight at the back of her head, then adjusts it so it’s flush against her closed eyes. “Can you see me?”
Nova shakes her head. “Not a thing.” She’s about to say something else when Tanner interrupts.
“Don’t you think…” he says, reaching back into Nova’s bag, “we should help you resist the temptation to use your hands?”
A shiver shakes Nova’s arms. She doesn’t reply, just stands still, and puts her hands behind her back.
Silently, Tanner uses one of Nova’s tank tops to bind her wrists, twisting it and fixing it tight so she can’t break free. He kisses her forehead when he’s done.
“Okay,” she says, her breasts jutting out as she wriggles a little, testing Tanner’s knot. “Time to line up, boys.”
Like a bunch of hormonal teenagers with raging erections, we position ourselves in front of her, moving around a couple of times so she has no idea who is where.
Behind us, Luther mutters, “Seriously? This is how we’re spending our time? Shouldn’t we be—”
Mack is the one who cuts him off. “Shut the fuck up, Luther,” he growls.
“Yeah, Luther,” Tanner adds, “if you don’t want to join in the fun, that’s fine. But don’t ruin the party for the rest of us.”
At that, Luther is silent. But then we have to rearrange ourselves again because Nova heard exactly where Mack and Tanner’s voices came from.
“Okay,” she says, “I’m ready.” She’s about to walk forward when she says, “Luther? Could you point me in the right direction? Bit worried I’ll fall out of the train if I misjudge.”
There’s a moment of quivering silence, then Luther stands up and stomps toward her. When he positions himself behind her and takes her roughly by the waist, a growl rumbles in my chest. Without an ounce of softness, he marches her forward and stands her in front of Sam. “There,” he says gruffly. “Get on your knees and you’ll find what you’re looking for.”
As she drops to the ground, Luther lingers behind her. I watch his eyes. They are dark and brimming with something I can’t put a name to. When he screws them shut and strides back to his corner, Ialmostfeel sorry for him.
On the floor in front of Sam, Nova inches forward until her knees touch his feet. She puts her tongue to his inner thigh and traces a long line up toward his balls. When she reaches them, instead of taking them in her mouth, she keeps going. She laps at the groove of his hips, the spot where a small line of hair creeps down from his belly button. His dick nudges her cheek, but she ignores it.
Sam grasps his hair and bites his lip, desperately trying not to make a sound.
Finally, Nova makes contact with his shaft. She runs her lips up the side, then sweeps her tongue over the tip. When she takes him in her mouth, she pushes the head against the inside of her cheek then changes position and takes him as far down her throat as she can.
Sam looks like he’s ready to explode. His face is flushed, and a line of sweat has broken out on his torso. He reaches out as if he’s about to take hold of her head and thrust deeper into her mouth, but then stops himself.
Seconds later, she has left him wet and exposed, and she’s moving on to Mack.
22
NOVA
Kole is last in the line. Even if I hadn’t already guessed the others, I’d have known it was him because the second my lips touch his skin my heart nearly beats right out of my chest.
A hot, rushing sensation floods my veins. My neck begins to pulse and then, as I position myself beneath him and take his balls in my mouth, a silent groan of pleasure fills my head.
You gave yourself away, I tell him without speaking.
I can’t control myself around you, he replies.
Taking my lips away from him, I sit back and enjoy the way the air quivers with heat. The four of them are so primed, and so ready. I’ve worked them into a stupor and now I’m going to let them have me.
The thought of how much they desire me right now is so fucking liberating, it’s almost enough to make me draw it out longer. But I can’t do that because I’m in a stupor, too.
“Sam, Mack, Tanner, Kole,” I say confidently. As they ask, “How did you know?”and, “What gave me away?”I laugh and wriggle against my restraints. “Because I’ve memorized your taste,” I tell them. “Now, let me loose, so I can show how grateful I am to you for being such good sports.”
I turn my wrists toward them and wait, but no hand comes. No one undoes the knot. No one removes the blindfold.
I feel them moving toward me. Their energy crowds me and makes me suck in a deep, sudden breath. A cluster of tiny fireworks heads for my core, and suddenly everything is heightened. In the dark, the sound of the train on the tracks, the vibration as it moves, the rush of air outside the carriage all feels louder, and stronger, and more powerful.