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“I don’t know,” Dante confessed, and when Iglanced over, his gaze was fixated on the same sight. “I gotinvited because I know Matt.”
Awkward.
“Wait, does that mean I’m going to end upseeing you socially at some point in the future and we’ll have topretend this never happened?”
“I’m sure we’ll see each other socially backin the real world. But we don’t have to pretend this neverhappened. Unless you want to.” He reached down and I thought hewould spank my ass, but instead he gripped the back of the pantiesand gave them a tug, tightening the beads against me. I let out astrangled moan of surprise.
There was an empty lounge chair between twooccupied ones. Dante gestured to it. “How about we head over thereand take turns getting each other way too close while we watch allof this?”
The people in the other chairs seemed to bedoing the same thing. Well, sort of. Two hard-bodied white guys wholooked like stereotypical gym bros lay together fully naked, onereclining between the spread legs of the other while the partnerbehind stroked his companion’s cock. On the other side of ourchair, another person in a bikini lay as if sunbathing, but thetelltale cord of a bullet vibe extended from their swimsuitbottoms.
“You go first,” I suggested, because thesound of so many people enjoying themselves was torture. “Can Isuck your dick?”
Dante pushed down his jeans and stepped outof them, stroking himself. “Don’t be too good at it.”
“Denial?” the man jerking off his partnerbeside us asked with a wry grin.
“Unfortunately,” I responded, sinking ontothe cushion between Dante’s legs. I made myself comfortable on mystomach, feet up behind me, before I realized that the rhythmicswing of them in the air was making the pearls do their job evenbetter. I switched to my knees and scooted closer.
The moment my hand closed around Dante’slength, he let out a low curse. “Fuck, I’d love to come in yourmouth.”
“Later,” I promised, extending my tongue andrunning it in a long, slow lick up his shaft from the top of hissack to the very tip of him. “At the surprise party. Which I don’tknow anything about.”
“You’re not going to get the information outof me,” Dante warned.
I rubbed my closed, wet lips over the headof his cock peeking out from his foreskin.
“Maybe if you keep doing that,” herevised.
“I don’t want to know anything abouttonight.” I let some drool run out on him and slicked it down hisshaft with my hand. “I enjoy surprises. I don’t like when they’respoiled. And it sounds like you’re going to give me abigsurprise.”
He grinned down at me. “I’ll give you a bigone right now. You just can’t come while you’re riding.”
“And neither can you.” I made a moue offeigned sadness. “Can you imagine how good it’s going to feel whenwe finally…”
The bikinied guest next to us gripped theedge of their lounge chair’s mattress, hips lifting, toned bellytrembling. Obviously, they were coming, but with very littleoutward show of it.
Dante dove his hand into my hair andtightened his fingers slightly, but he didn’t push my head down. Helet out a deep breath and asked, almost timidly, “Suck me?”
I opened my mouth and took him all the wayto the back of my throat, watching with pride as his eyes rolledback in his head. I sucked in as I lifted up, and he let out a deepgroan. On my way back down, I swirled my tongue, drawing it up theunderside of his shaft. Once I’d hit my limit and then some, Ichoked a little and flexed my throat against his tip. When I cameback up, I tasted the satiny, salty wet of his precum. His handtightened on the back of my head.
“That’s it,” he murmured, eyes closed indeep concentration.
I added my hand to the mix, pumping himbetween stacked fists while I lavished attention on the head. Hiships bucked and another long, stuttering groan pulled from him. Ikept going slow and steady, until I noticed his rhythm picking up.Then, I twisted my hands while I stroked and ran my tongue aroundin steady circles.
“Whoa, whoa,” he said, scooting back whiletugging my hair to lift me off him. His cock twitched once, twice,a pearly bead of cum falling from his tip and onto his stomach.
“Too close,” he muttered, scrubbing hishands over his face. “Didn’t come, though. Not all the way.”
“I bet you wish you had,” I teased him.
He peeked at me through his fingers. “If Iwere you, I wouldn’t be so cocky.”
“Oh yeah?” I challenged him.
“Yeah.” He ran his tongue over his bottomlip. “Because it’s your turn now, baby girl.”
CHAPTER NINE