Fletch combs his fingers through my hair, pulling it into a ponytail and wrapping it around his hand. “We can’t have him come yet, let’s try something else.”

“I want her to suck me, Fletch. Please. Please make her suck me.”

Later, when I’m analyzing this, I will search for clues as to when we started deferring to Fletch as our Dom like he’s some sort of Christian Grey. But it feels natural to let him have control. To let him direct us. To belong to this moment.

“Take him in your mouth since he asked so nicely.”

I feel the hot, pulsing cock in my hand and look at the glistening line of pre-cum that is shining a trail down the smooth, bulbous tip. The moment seems to hang for eternity. Shane is holding his breath like he’s on the edge of agony or anticipation.

I lean forward and press my tongue against the underside of Shane’s cock. I hold it there, embracing the emotions and sensations I feel as the three of us are fixated on my mouth and Shane’s dick. I slide my tongue, slowly, up Shane’s frenulum and over the smooth glans, to the tip of his erection. My pussy is clenching around air and my panties are so very wet.

I part my lips and take the cock wholeheartedly into my mouth and look up, straight into Shane’s eyes.

The connection is intense.

“Penelope, you look so beautiful right now,” Fletch tells me. “I love the way you look with a big cock in your mouth.”

I feel a surge of power as I stare shamelessly into Shane’s eyes while another man tells me I’m beautiful. I flick my tongue across the underside of the cock in my mouth and am rewarded to see Shane’s eyes roll and watch his head drop back.

I slowly pull my head back, while keeping a grip with my lips, sliding smoothly over the wet mushroom head in my mouth. I go back down, taking in a little more of the shaft than before.

Gradually, I become more active and start bobbing and rolling my head as I suck on the gorgeous dick.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Shane chants. “Fletch, man, you need to get some of her mouth. She’s heaven, I swear.”

With my free hand, I grasp one of my own breasts, squeezing its nipple between two of my fingers over my thin shirt.

“Oh, you dirty girl,” Fletch says. “Take a deep breath and hold it.”

I do, and he uses his hold on my hair to push me further onto Shane’s cock until I feel him in the back of my throat for just a second. He pulls me back. “Want to do it again?”

I nod, and he holds me on our friend’s dick longer this time.

“Dude, I’m gonna blow.”