Chapter 9 #2
Thorne stops tugging my cock and applies firm pressure on my hips so I can’t move.
“Not yet, Golden.” A strangled whimper passes my lips as my dick throbs in my pants.
God, I was so close. The last time I came that fast was the first time I’d watched porn.
A few minutes of him touching me and I was on the fucking edge.
Thorne drags his fingers into my hair and yanks on the strands, pulling my head back to expose my throat. “Fuck,” I whimper, closing my eyes while leaning toward him. “I was right there.”
“I’ll get you there, Chance,” he rumbles. “I swear it. But first, I want you to know how a dick feels on your tongue on your birthday.” He inclines his head over to Warren, who’s still stroking his massive fucking dick. Jesus Christ, that thing is huge. “You want to see that too, Warren?”
“Christ, yes,” Warren says, adjusting himself on the couch. “Show me.”
Turning back to Thorne, I place shaky hands on his pants and start to undo his drawstring, but he gently bats my hand away.
“Oh no, Golden. I want to see those lips stretched wide around the professor. God, that’ll make me blow my load so fucking quick.
” He pulls his hand from my pants and nudges me over. “Go ahead. Let me see.”
I look over at Warren, who nods briefly. I crawl over to him, not knowing what I’m doing, but it must be right because his eyes fill with desire as he watches.
Christ, Warren is good-looking. That red hair, freckles dotting every inch of exposed skin, and his expressive green eyes. And that smile? God, it’s fucking killer.
How have I not noticed before how fucking attractive he is?
When I’m in front of Warren, he blows out a breath and asks, “Aren’t I supposed to be on my knees for you? It’s your birthday.”
Grinning, I shake my head as I move his hand from his hard dick. “This is what I want for my birthday.”
At least I think it is.
Taking him in hand, I stroke up and down his shaft, his sharp intake of breath making me feel warm inside.
Breathing out a laugh, I say, “I’ve never done this before.”
“You don’t have to,” Warren says in a tight voice, stopping me from jacking him.
“No,” I say, peering into his eyes. “I want to. I just might be bad at it.”
Thorne comes up behind me, his hardness pressed against my ass. “No way you can be bad at sucking dick. Just watch your teeth and you’re good, Golden.”
“Just watch my teeth,” I whisper, leaning closer to Warren’s cock. A pearl of precum leaks from his tip and I stick out my tongue, collecting it.
Salty and tangy, but not bad. Not bad at all. I fucking want more.
I close my lips around Warren’s cock head, trying to pull more of that amazing taste from him.
Warren thrusts into my mouth, a strangled groan leaving his lips. His dick goes to the back of my throat and I pull off, coughing. My eyes water from the force of my gagging and I feel like a failure.
The warmth from behind me vanishes and a soft hand tips up my chin. Thorne grins down at me, expression soft. I gasp because it’s so out of place but looks damn good on him.
“Go slow,” he says, thumbing the spit from my bottom lip. “We’re in no rush. Draw it out. Tease him. Suck him how you like to be sucked.”
I shake my head and swallow to catch my breath. “I haven’t…never had…”
Thorne’s eyes blow wide. “You’ve never had a blow job?”
Feeling my cheeks warm, I shake my head. “I’ve been with the same girl since I was in high school and she said sucking dick was something a wife does for her husband.”
Thorne stares at me for a few beats and shakes his head. “Hop up. I’ll give you your first blowjob for your birthday.”
Shaking my head, I shift closer to Warren and his beautiful dick, holding it in a loose fist. “No. I want to do this. We can…I like sucking him.” I’ve never sucked a dick and now I’m a slut for it?
Whatever. It’s my birthday, I can do what I want.
“Okay,” Thorne says. “Slowly. Make him want more.” I wrap my lips back around Warren, lapping up more of that fantastic taste.
“Take him in inch by inch. Not too much,” he warns, so I pull back a little, just suckling on the first few inches of Warren.
“Just like that. Take more as you get used to him.”
Warren curses, resting a soft hand on my face. I peek up at him, finding his gaze already locked on mine. God, he’s so in this with me.
“Feels good. Your mouth…so wet,” Warren whispers.
Him talking to me like that, knowing how straitlaced and buttoned up he is, has my dick leaking in my fucking pants. I want to make him come so bad, want to know what he looks like when he’s undone.
“Slowly,” Thorne says after I speed up to push Warren to the brink.
“Slowly. Like that. God, Golden. You look beautiful with your mouth full of a big dick.” I whimper, dropping my hand to my pants to get myself off.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Thorne removes my hand and I whine, needing to get off.
My dick is so hard and my balls so tight. I need it.
“I got you,” Thorne promises. “Concentrate on teasing the professor. I like the show.”
Warren growls and why is that so fucking heady?
I hear the smile in Thorne’s voice when he says, “Don’t be mad, Warren. I promise you’ll get off. When I’m ready for you to get off.” Thorne moves and I hear wet sounds over me. I glance up to see Thorne gripping Warren’s chin, kissing him to within an inch of his life.
When Thorne pulls away, I see the dazed look on Warren’s face. I probably wore the same expression. Being kissed by Thorne is like kissing a live wire, one that brings pleasure instead of pain.
I want to suck him faster and harder, but I have to listen to Thorne, no questions asked.
He moves behind me and drags down my pants and fuck, yes. He can have better access to my dick if my shorts aren’t in the way.
I spread my legs wider, giving him access as I take in a few more inches of Warren, relaxing my throat to accommodate.
Wrapping my hand around the part of his shaft not in my mouth, I’m shocked that almost my entire hand can fit. I have a fair amount of inches in my mouth and there’s still a lot to spare.
How big is Thorne? From what I felt, he’s pretty thick, but I couldn’t tell how long because he was sitting down. Is he as big as Warren? If he is—
My breath leaves my lungs and I have to pop off Warren’s dick when a wet stripe is licked from my balls to the top of my crack.
Holy fuck, Thorne is eating my ass.