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Being naked in a public space brings a whole new thing to the experience.

I stepped into the massive room, a shed it looked like, converted into a space for men to play.

I felt every tiny little breeze curling across my skin, making it prickle from the cold, from the anticipation, in response to what I saw.

The place was a sea of bodies, on podiums, on a stage, in little alcoves around the room, some curtained off.

Everywhere I looked, everything I saw was pleasure, decadent, endless, hungry pleasure.

I smiled to myself, walking farther in, seeing mouths pop off cocks, eyes flick open and rake over me.

I watched them and they watched me, a delicious feedback loop I was reluctant to break.

“So what do you want to see?” Ethan asked, coming to stand at my shoulder.

I moved towards a couple up on a podium, stripped down to just a pair of shorts, each of their bodies glistening in the artificial lights.

One man clawed at the other, raking his nails across the other guy’s flesh, trying to get at him, but the one he sought to kiss, he watched me.

As his hand slipped through the other man’s hair, when he gripped it tight, stopping the man from getting any closer, he stared into my eyes and dropped his mouth down to claim the other man’s lips.

“What do you like about this? There’s guys with their dicks buried in every hole here.” Ethan looked around as if to confirm just that.

He was right, a curious questing presence at my side as we moved closer, watching the two men kiss like they were drowning.

One of them surrendered entirely to the process, pressing his body against the other man’s, not letting even a sliver of a gap come between them.

His eyes closed, he kissed with his whole soul, but his partner was not quite so delirious with it.

He watched me approach, watched Ethan slide in beside me, watched every damn thing we did with hungry eyes, a hunger he transmuted into his kisses.

Eventually, the other man’s passions wearied him, and he pushed him away, smiling, a devil-may-care thing, when the dude tried to get to him.

He was going to get plenty, just not of the smirking man’s lips.

When he shoved the other man down on his knees, I found my hand going to Ethan, dragging him in front of me, sparing him a look before pushing him down to the edge of the podium the other men were standing on.

A question rose in Ethan’s eyes as I moved closer, straddling his lap, probably because my breasts were just about in his face.

He struggled to maintain his focus there, Ethan seeming to want to read me like a book.

When the standing man gripped his considerable, aching cock, I lifted my breasts, both of us offering parts of ourselves to the other person, letting them make the decision.

They did as I expected, and I felt like I experienced the moment the man on his knees sucked down the other man’s dick as a burst of pleasure shot through me, Ethan’s mouth sucking my nipple hard.

My hand stroked through Ethan’s hair, the short strands slipping through my fingers just as the man gripped his lover’s, dragging him up and down the length of his cock, but I was considerably more gentle.

I looked down, Ethan staring into my eyes as he traced the bead of my nipple with his tongue, touching, teasing me with way more consideration than any man had before him.

Now he had my attention, he finessed the thing, brushing those full lips across the tight point, flicking it with his tongue before his fingers dug into each breast, sucking one into his mouth, then the other.

A harsh gagging noise dragged my eyes up and away from Ethan, though any attention I could pay to anything else was quickly fractured by the sensations Ethan pulled from my body.

I did exactly as he’d said in the car, my cunt throbbing, slick wetting my thighs, my nipples aching as I watched the other man struggle to grab my focus.

And fail.

I looked down at Ethan as he pulled away, a wild smile on his face, but I didn’t let that happen, not for long. It was my turn now to be the aggressor, snaking my hands around his jaw, staring into those strange hazel eyes before dipping in and tasting his lips.

“Fuck yes…” he hissed, his arms wrapping tight around me, dragging me down so I could restively grind on his cock, the fabric of his shorts the only thing between us. I got caught up in this spiral of Ethan—his taste, the feel of his body, the way he sheltered me with all those big muscles.

“Well, this looks delicious.”

We jerked apart and saw Axel and Shaun standing to one side of us, but it was Axel who’d moved closer.

He’d called me greedy, but there was something of that in his eyes as he looked at the two of us, his tongue flicking out and swiping along his bottom lip.

He edged in closer, entirely focussed on the two of us.

“I’m not very good at standing back and letting things happen,” he said to the two of us, my eyes finding a stoic Shaun looking on. “If you’re having fun, I find myself wanting to get in the middle of things. Kiss her.”

“What?” Ethan said.

“Kiss Bec. You want to, don’t you?” Ethan’s eyes found mine again, then dropped down to my mouth before he leant in, ready to do just that. “Then kiss me.”

There was a little challenge there, Axel meeting his gaze head-on, a small smile forming, smug as a cat.

I felt Ethan stiffen, but not with tension.

A hand snaked around the back of my head, dragging me closer, his mouth finding mine.

He gave me just little nipping kisses, teasing me open, but by the time my lips parted, he drew back and Axel surged in.

It was his hands, his mouth, his taste that covered me, making me crane my neck, trying to get more, when he finally pulled away.

Then I stilled, because Axel transferred the exact same passion and intensity when he kissed Ethan, the other man taking a little to warm up, but his slight reluctance seemed to just egg Axel on.

He kissed Ethan slowly, letting the other man get used to him and his persistent mouth, and this close, I caught it—that moment of surrender.

Ethan’s hand whipped up, digging his fingers into Axel’s hair and grabbing a rough handful, the other man chuckling when Ethan deepened the kiss.

I watched on, caught on the horns of a strange dilemma.

They did this largely for me, the two men not having a prior relationship, but watching guys make out was both insanely hot and kinda alienating.

I was on the outside looking in, something they seemed to sense, all of them.

I felt Shaun’s hands on my shoulders, rubbing the muscles there, his kiss coming as soon as I tipped my head back, creating a chaotic swirl inside me, something that still shifted when I turned back to the two of them.

They’d pulled away again, were hanging there, watching me, and then when one left off, the other took over, passing me between the three of them, kissing me senseless, fingers plucking at my nipples, cupping my breasts, roaming over my shoulders, my skin.

The ragged sound of a man coming jerked me from the nice little cocoon I was in.

The standing man looked like it hurt when he came, his whole body jerking, every muscle on display. The man who he emptied into coughed and spluttered, but went right back to licking every drop of cum off the man’s dick.

“That makes you hot?” Axel asked, moving closer. “I can give you that.” His eyes slid to Ethan, an eyebrow cocking up. “You want the cum boiling in your balls sucked out. I’ve got no fucking gag reflex.”

A little groan from the man in question answered that, but Ethan’s eyes went to me, as if seeking permission.

“You want that?” I asked.

“Fuck, I need to blow somewhere, I’m so damn hard.” His eyes flicked around. “Even more since being in here. This place is like heaven and hell.” He looked me over with a deliberate slowness. “And you’re the angel. Have some mercy on me.”

“Sounds like a yes to me,” I said.

“So come down here then, princess. Watch me take the edge off.”

Shaun sat down beside Ethan on the rim of the stage and then pulled me onto his lap, a hand going between my thighs and spreading them wider. Both Ethan and Axel stared at that, studying me, Axel’s ever present smile faltering.

I knew that look, had seen it plenty of times before, but not in this life, in this world. I’d stepped naked, walked out into the plaza, among all the strangely dressed people only to?—

“Oh fuck…” Ethan hissed, his hand snapping out and burying itself in Axel’s hair and dragging him forward. That seemed to bring the man back to the job at hand, a low chuckle coming from him as he peeled back Ethan’s shorts, then the smile faded.

“Well, look at you. All hard and achy. You need our girl?” Axel asked, stroking his hand up and down Ethan’s length. His cock jumped in response, but his eyes were on me.

“Fuck yeah… Look at her, she’s all wet and pink.”

“So wet,” Shaun rumbled, passing a possessive hand across my inner thigh. “And I want her wetter. Do what you were going to do to entertain her.” His lips and teeth found my neck, kissing and nipping the skin. “And I’ll tease her little pussy, make her hotter.”

“Yes…” I said, squirming on the hard length underneath me, feeling him flex. As Axel smiled, gripping Ethan’s dick and brushing those full lips across the crown, Shaun’s fingers swiped up and through my folds, finding my clit the moment Axel sunk down, swallowing the head of Ethan’s cock.

“Fuck, yeah,” he said, pressing his hand down on the back of Axel’s head, forcing him deeper, but he didn’t seem to pay any attention to what the other man was doing, only the sensation. “Stroke her clit, real light.”