Chapter Seventeen #2
“Nailed it,” he tells me after collecting himself. “Now, I want you to get Earl all ready for yourself, Sugar. Are you still hard?”
“Not as much as I was, but that can easily be rectified…”
“Good boy.” He winks at me, and ugh… yup, that definitely has my blood running south again.
I make quick work of getting the toy coated in lube. Do I want to bother with prepping myself with my fingers first? Nah, not really. I’m kind of looking forward to the sting of stretching myself open on Earl, but I also know that I’m beholden to whatever way Caleb directs this show tonight.
“Remember to keep your eyes open, sweetness. I want you to prop your hips up on something,” he signs.
Obediently, I grab my duffle and slide it under my ass. Not the most comfortable thing in the world, but then again, neither has been sleeping on the ground the past couple of nights…
“Look at you, so willing to take orders from me.” He smirks. “Now, off with that dress, because I want to see every gorgeous inch of you.”
Just like that, my nightshirt gets tossed into the far corner of the tent. Despite how warm the air still is, a shiver courses down my spine over how exposed I am. Instinctually, I start to shrink into myself, which, for a big guy, is hard to do.
Caleb shakes his head. “None of that.”
“Marco,” Lauren hisses in a whisper from behind the screen. “You better not be hiding over there if it has anything to do with that shitty notion of yours that your body is anything less than perfect.”
“Why do I feel like this is two-on-one against me?”
“Because it is right now. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Both of us in this tent? We’re big fans of yours Marcus Antonucci. If it makes you feel any better, I’ll strip naked too, so you can see just what effect seeing you laid bare has on me.”
Lauren must scooch back a bit to pan out while Caleb strips out of his sweatpants and briefs. His hard cock bobs, slapping his lower abs before standing proud once he lies back. He palms it, pulling slowly.
“See?” he asks, waggling his hips slightly. “Monster hard-on. Just for you, sweetness. Now, what are we going to do about yours?”
“You’re going to talk me through it,” I tell him, sighing and relaxing back.
“That’s right. Spread those thick thighs for me. Cup your dick and balls, Sugar. Move them out of the way, so I can see…”
I do as he asks, trying to angle my hips up further to give him a better view.
“I bet that hole is just aching for something to fill it, isn’t it?”
I nod, gnawing at my bottom lip.
“Get just the tip in there first, Marcus. Tease yourself open slowly. Paint that pretty pink hole with the lube.”
I slip Earl between my cheeks, the cool gel causing my hole to pucker a bit as I start to breach it with the toy. I puff out a breath, bearing down slightly, relaxing enough to let just the tip in. I give it a couple of shallow pumps, in and out, to get my hole nice and wet.
“That’s it, sweetness. Let it in. Pretend it’s me working you open. Give yourself another inch or so.”
“Ungh,” I whimper, feeling the sting between my cheeks.
“Slowly, babe. We’ve got all night, remember.”
I nod weakly, not really wanting to drag this out more but all the while remembering just how much Caleb likes to tease and edge. Lordy, what have I gotten myself into by accepting this call?
“You don’t want to take it slow, do you?” Caleb asks, his half-lidded gaze fixed on me working the toy in further. I shake my head, and he smirks. “Greedy boy,” he tacks on.
“I’d have gotten off and been fast asleep by now, if it weren’t for your call,” I admit.
“This is so much better than sleeping, though, isn’t it?”
I grin, slipping the toy in to the hilt and giving it a couple of testing thrusts, trying to get the right angle. My hips buck involuntarily when I manage to locate the most comfortable position that will render Earl able to brush my prostate.
“It is,” I agree with a relieved sigh.
Suddenly, the camera angle changes positions. Lauren appears to have slipped the phone into an overhead pocket of their tent. I watch as she parts Caleb’s thighs, and nestles her body between his legs. Her face hovers mere inches over his erect cock.
“What are you doing, babe?” he asks her, peering down.
“Going to suck you off, if that’s okay. No point in you going to sleep after being the only one without any action tonight,” she hums out loud, her voice smokey with want.
Oh, fuck. That’s hot. That is really, really fucking hot—the thought of her giving him a blowy while he’s trying to keep his composure enough to talk me through my own masturbation session. My dick throbs underneath my palm.
He nods, carding his fingers through her hair. “Only if you’re sure,” he tells her.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, kissing his stretched out cock. He’s so hard, there’s a reflection of light on his taut skin, practically giving his length a somewhat ethereal glow.
When she sucks him in between her plush lips, he arches back in what I’m sure would be a long, drawn-out moan, had he the ability to make the noise.
The mound of his throat dips behind the scar as he swallows hard.
Shit, he may not even need to talk me through anything; the show is salacious enough on its own to be my undoing.