Chapter 11 Adrian #3
Thank god I do not wait long. The spinning bottle stops at Vince, and my breathing goes shallow. Vince gets it again. His dark eyes flick to me, sharp and certain. “Dare,” he says, controlled. Then, almost imperturbably, he adds, “Trevor.”
My stomach drops. He’s not doing the dare himself.
Trevor sprawls back on the couch with his knees spread and hands resting lightly on his thighs.
He is already looking too confident for my nerves.
Vince leans close, his breath brushing my ear, voice a little predatory.
“Position yourself on the floor between his legs, on your knees and hands. Don’t break eye contact or make any reaction, whatever he does to you. ”
I swallow, knees hitting the carpet as I lower myself between Trevor’s legs. My cock wobbles as I move, heat pooling low in my belly as I try to keep my expression neutral, just like Vince ordered.
Trevor’s fingers brush my shoulders before his cock comes into view.
It turns out that he doesn’t need Vince to tell him what to do.
He knows exactly what his friend has in mind.
He nudges the tip of his cock along my lips, tracing the outline, tapping the corners.
I’m supposed to keep still, lips sealed, eyes locked on his, but the sensation is electric, teasing fire straight into my groin.
The room goes silent, every guy holding his breath, waiting.
I want to flinch, to part my lips, but I shouldn’t. I have a feeling my body will betray me at some point if this goes on longer than intended. The tip of Trevor’s cock presses harder, moving from my lips to my cheeks, and then to my nose.
I cannot resist it. My head tilts up, chasing it with my lips as they part just a little, enough to let a trace of my tongue brush along him. I shiver, breaking eye contact for the first time, my mouth craving more.
Vince’s voice cuts through me. “Slut. Just what I expected.” His tone is sharp, possessive, and knowing, like he’s seen right through me the entire time.
The other boys lean forward, murmurs and quiet exclamations filling the room. George’s hand twitches near his lap, Lance exhales slowly, and Trevor freezes and mutters something under his breath. Every eye is on me, every reaction magnifies, and I am helpless under the heat of it.
I cannot stop myself. I trace my tongue along Trevor’s cock, tasting and teasing it, ready to take him fully if given the chance.
I had a taste of it that one fateful bachelor party night, and I really liked how his cock felt in my mouth, especially when I knew Vince was watching me suck his best friend.
Vince’s presence bears down on me, controlling and dominant, watching my every flicker of desire.
Scores: Lance – 1. George – 1. Trevor – 1. Vince – 3.
Finally, Lance breaks the tension. “Holloway wins. He gets three minutes to do whatever he wants with Adrian.”
On my knees on the carpet, fully exposed with my cock dripping, I look up at Vince. Trevor looks a bit disappointed he’s not getting any action further than this, but he seems happy his best friend gets the point. Vince’s eyes sweep over me, and I know that whatever comes next, I am entirely his.
I collapse back onto the carpet, chest rising and falling like I’ve just run a marathon. The fibers itch against my shoulders, grounding me in this dizzy haze. Vince is there, kneeling beside me, calm and collected, every move exacting like he’s drawing out my destruction.
His hand slides down, fingers cupping my balls, tracing my taint before he drags his fingers upward in one steady stroke, wrapping my cock in his grip.
I gasp, my hips jerking, because it’s too much, too unrelenting and intentional.
Vince strokes me like he’s got nowhere else to be, like he’s content to own every second of this.
“He’s close,” Vince announces to the room, voice dark and steady. Everyone goes silent. I can hear their breathing, ragged and waiting.
Vince leans down, mouth near my ear, and says, “Suck his nipples.”
Lance moves first, grinning wickedly. He leans over me, takes my nipple into his mouth, and starts sucking, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make me writhe.
George follows him, settling down on the other side, giving my other nipple the same treatment.
A shocked laugh escapes me, quickly swallowed by a moan I cannot contain.
Trevor looks like he’s been punched in the gut, staring at me with wide eyes, his knees spread wider as he strokes himself.
And still, Vince is there, stroking me firmly, his thumb smearing my precum over the head, teasing the slit until my thighs are shaking.
“You gonna come just from this, slut?” Vince murmurs. “You’re gonna embarrass yourself in front of my friends?”
“Yes, fuck yes, Vince,” I gasp, my voice breaking, my body arching helplessly into his hand. My moans spill out, shameless, my voice high and needy. “P-please, I c-can’t…”
Vince signals Lance and George to let go, and then he squeezes me tighter. My vision blurs at the edges. The room spins with heat, with the heaviness of their stares. And then I shatter.
My orgasm rips through me loud and shameless, my whole body seizing as I cry out Vince’s name.
My hips buck, cock spurting hard across his fist and my stomach, coating me in sticky heat.
He strokes me through every pulse, milking me until I am gasping and whimpering, falling apart right there on the floor.
And he does not stop, not right away.
Vince smears the mess over my cock head and down my shaft, then shrewdly raises his glistening hand, pressing his cum-slicked fingers against my mouth. “Lick it,” he orders.
I lock eyes with him and obey without hesitation. I push my body up and my lips part, tongue darting out to lick. The taste hits, salty, hot, and humiliating. Vince pushes deeper, his fingers sliding over my tongue, and I whimper around them, licking desperately.
“Oh, fuck me,” Lance mutters, his exhales sounding way too breathless.
Trevor groans low in his throat, guttural, as if holding himself back from moving off the couch. “Jesus Christ, mate.”
George, sitting beside him, just stares, fingers tightening around his knees as if he’s trying to hold himself together, unable to look away.
Vince smirks, holding his fingers in my mouth until I’ve licked them clean. His voice is a whip-crack in the quiet room. “Three minutes. That’s your new record. And we all know exactly who made you do that.”
I whimper around his fingers, nodding, my eyes fluttering and body spent, slick with sweat. When he finally pulls back, I collapse fully, limp and wrecked.
Lance whistles low, leaning back and shaking his head. “Wow. Hot. So hot,” he says, voice playful, but there’s an edge to it too. “What a show, Pretty Boy. You have outdone yourself.”
George chimes in, amused. “But now we know who owns this one.”
Vince stands, unruffled as ever, wiping his hand on a towel like I’m not sprawled out ruined beneath him. He says nothing, simply turns and walks out, leaving the air heavy with the aftermath of what he’s done to me.
I watch him go, my body still trembling. No one else owns me like that. No one ever could.