Chapter 10
TEN
THORNE
Goddamn, Chance tastes good. Clean and musky, his flavor dancing across my tongue. His ass is the right amount of plump as I grab on, holding the fluffy globes apart as I tongue him.
I smile against his hole when a cry leaves his lips, the sound muffled with a dick in his mouth.
Chance surprised me. When I told him I wanted him, I expected some macho man posturing bullshit. I’m not sure why, but I wanted to push his buttons, get more of a reaction out of him than his small bout of attitude.
He has some fangs, coming at me about how I see him and his wealth. Like most of the rich kids on campus, I affix the same label to them until I know otherwise.
But I’ve only watched Chance from afar. His frat buddies all whisper their bullshit when they don’t think I hear, judging me for not having the latest fashion and being in Meadowbrook on a scholarship. Chance himself hasn’t said anything or joined in on the ribbing, but birds of a feather, right?
Apparently not. He seems like he’s genuinely embarrassed to have money, like the world judges him for it.
He proved me wrong. Sure, anyone can keep up pretenses when they’re around new people, but I don’t get that from Chance. He seems like a genuine guy.
His loud moan pulls me from my thoughts and back to the task at hand.
Dropping lower, I take his sac into my mouth, laving his balls one at a time. As he moans and pushes back toward my face, I take his shaft in a tight grip and jerk him from base to tip. Fuck, he’s thick. Not the longest, but I’d probably struggle to get my mouth around him.
And what the fuck is up with Chance never getting a blowjob? Who wouldn’t want to pull a fat nut from his balls? I’d want to suck his dick just so I could see the pleasure swim across his face.
He’s so fucking expressive. Just from kissing him, I could see how much he loved it, how much he craved someone to make him feel good.
His hand buries into my hair, holding me close to his sweet ass as he moans. Warren’s deep groans and panting breaths join the mix and my dick throbs so hard it’s likely to burst through my fucking pants.
Sucking sounds fill the room, but faster than they should be.
Pulling my mouth from Chance’s pucker, I sit up and grip his hair, pulling him off Warren’s cock. They both groan in frustration, the sound going straight to my dick. “I said tease him, Golden. Can’t make Firebird come already.”
“Okay,” Chance hums, tipping his head back to look at me. I take his mouth in a long kiss and taste just a hint of Warren on his tongue.
While I kiss Chance, I jerk Warren’s cock, loving the silky feeling of his length. God, he’s huge.
Releasing his mouth, I push Chance’s head back toward Warren and he swallows half of his dick in one go. Warren’s breath hitches, then he lets out a low moan, watching me as he pushes his fingers into Chance’s hair.
“Feel good, Firebird?”
He bites his bottom lip, then nods quickly. Those eyes flutter shut again, and he pushes his hips up higher.
“Not too fast,” I warn. “I want you to suck me off before you come.”
Warren’s eyes blow wide but he says nothing before I go back to Chance’s ass.
I want Chance to come, want him to feel good for his birthday.
I close my lips around Chance’s hole and suck at him, loving how his cock twitches in my grip.
As I lash my tongue against his sweet pucker, I speed up my hand when I jerk him, collecting his precum so I can use it as lube.
When I spear my tongue into him, pushing it in as far as it’ll go, Chance moans high and loud and he explodes. His entire body shivers as I milk him, tonguing him through his release.
Once every last drop is drained from him, I give his hole one more long kiss, then sit back on my heels, watching as aftershocks roll through him.
Chance is lying against Warren’s thigh, panting harshly. Sweet Warren runs his fingers through Chance’s hair, talking him through it.
Well, fuck, they’re both fucking perfect, aren’t they?
“You good, Golden?” I ask, running a gentle hand up his back.
He huffs an exhausted laugh. “I think you killed me.”
Chuckling, I push my clothed cock against his wet hole. “Nah. If I did, you’d know.”
I give his plump ass a firm slap, watching his eyes blow wide at the sensation. Bending to his ear, I say, “Feels good, huh?”
“Too good.”
Getting to my feet, I drop my pants and step out of them, watching both Warren and Chance take me in. I’m not packing as much as Warren, but I’m decently sized.
“Fuck,” Warren mutters, gulping as he strokes his cock. “It’s curved.”
Grinning, I give myself a few firm tugs, soaking in how they both look so fucking mesmerized by my cock. “It is. Able to reach all those nerve endings in your body. But for now,” I say, stepping closer until my dick is practically in Warren’s face, “I want it to touch your fucking tonsils.”
Warren gulps, then raises a shaky hand to wrap around my shaft. I groan as I look down at him, pulling my lip piercing between my teeth. “Open wide, Firebird. Let me see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
I can’t get a read on Warren. He gives off this shy vibe, but like right now, he looks me dead in the eye, his eyes blazing with heat as he opens his mouth, lapping at my dick.
Then he closes his lips, moaning when he laves the underside of my cockhead.
His eyes close with a sigh as he makes wet sucking sounds.
“Goddamn,” I mutter when I thread my fingers through his hair. “Just like that, Firebird.”
He opens watery eyes to peer back up at me, those green orbs swimming.
If I weren’t giving Chance a show for his birthday, I’d fuck Warren’s throat raw.
Fighting back a harsh moan, I look at Chance who’s staring up at where Warren is sucking me, mouth agape.
Inclining my head to Warren’s anaconda, I say, “Suck him down, Golden. Make him come.”
Chance watches a moment longer before he goes back to sucking Warren. The rumble of Warren’s moan shoots to my balls and it takes everything not to erupt down his throat.
“Faster, Chance,” I groan, pushing into Warren’s mouth with more urgency. He gags, but when I try to pull out, he clutches my ass in hard hands, refusing to let me go. He pins me in place with his gaze as he fucks up into Chance’s mouth.
Holy fuck, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced—having both these men at my fucking mercy, waiting for me to give the word for them to reach their peak.
I want them again, past tonight.
But that’s not a good idea. Hell, it’s probably the worst idea I’ve ever had. Neither Warren nor Chance can live in my world. It’s too dark, too bloody, too fucking much. And the two men in front of me are good. They wouldn’t be able to handle the darkness that comes with me.
I can give them tonight, I can make them come and feel good, but anything past that is more than I have in me.
Shaking those thoughts free, I focus on what Warren is doing, his wet mouth working overtime on my dick.
When he starts to whimper, his body shaking, I pull my cock out of his mouth and stroke myself, watching as Chance brings him to the brink.
“Come now, Warren,” I demand, meeting his heated gaze. His grateful expression goes straight to my balls as he pushes into Chance’s mouth in uncoordinated thrusts.
His face when he tips over is a fucking work of art—eyes bright, mouth peeled open in a wordless groan, and a blush from his cheeks to his chest.
“I’m coming,” he grunts out just before Chance pulls off and a fucking geyser explodes from the professor, as if he hasn’t come in ages.
Seeing him unravel like that has my release shooting from me before I can stop it. I aim my cock at Warren’s chest, letting my nut mingle with his.
When I’m drained, I reach down to our masterpiece and swirl our releases together, then bring my fingers to Chance’s mouth. “Open up.” He does quickly, sticking his tongue out. I swipe my fingers across it, leaving a trail of our seed behind.
Before he can close his mouth to swallow, I say, “Kiss him,” and point to Warren.
They surge toward each other, licking inside each other’s mouths and swapping our load.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my cock trying to rally as I watch them. There’s nothing more I want then to bend them both over and fuck them in turn, but I think I’ve pushed Chance hard enough tonight.
Is Warren into doing more? He looked nervous about what we did every step of the way, but he didn’t stop. Is he like Chance and all this is new for him too?
Yeah, having them in my world would be fucking dangerous. I would consume them, making them bend to my will so I could have fucking everything from them.
They couldn’t handle how intense I am, how demanding I am of my men. And with the two of them, sweet little newbies with no idea what they’re doing, looking to me for guidance?
I’d fucking break them.
I’d destroy them.
And they’d love every second of it.
It’s best that I leave what we’re doing here, in this room where nothing is expected of us.
I’m darkness. I’m death. I’m trouble.
They’re light. They’re life. They’re good.
Sighing, I push those thoughts from my mind, wanting to enjoy the floaty feeling from my orgasm. I want to enjoy looking at them in their post-nut haze, how free and happy they look as they kiss and lick at each other.
“Fuck,” I say in an almost defeated tone as I drop to my knees beside them. This is it. All we’ll have. But I’ll get my fill before I have to close myself off again. Too much death and vengeance surround me to pull them in.
But I can give them this.
Grabbing Warren first, I shove my tongue into his mouth, kissing him deep. Then I switch to Chance, tasting him just the same.
When I’ve had my fill, I pull back from Chance and rest my forehead against his. “Happy birthday, Golden.”