Down by Contact (The Barons 2)

“Heh. No. What’s done is done. I can’t take it off the Internet. Might as well own it.” Simeon shifted closer in a movement so slight I shouldn’t have noticed it, but I did. I noticed everything he did. Every time he glanced in my direction or chewed on his lower lip or adjusted his balls. “But it’s cute that you asked.”

“Shut the fuck up and press play.”

The video started with an explosion of sound. Heavy breathing and the wet sound of tongues sliding together punctuated by the distant pounding of bass from music playing elsewhere in the club.

The camera was positioned oddly, as if one of the three dudes in the bathroom with Simeon had been holding it at his hip to keep it hidden. The angle gave a perfect view of Simeon being pressed against the wall by the blond-haired frat boy Gavin had later punched in the face. It was hard to believe this guy had been planning to set Simeon up all along. The first thirty seconds of the video were nothing but the two of them kissing each other with a hunger usually left for something you’d been craving for years.

“Fuck,” someone muttered, out of frame. “He’s hotter in person.”

On camera, Simeon pulled away from the kiss with a low laugh, but the blond yanked him closer again. That one movement was the first tell that he hadn’t wanted Simeon to see the phone. A protective streak tore through me, but it was razed by heat when Simeon reversed their positions and shoved the blond against the wall. He wasn’t gentle. To me at least, the message was clear: I’m about to suck you off but I’m not anyone’s bitch. The way he effortlessly pinned the dude in place announced it loud and clear, even as Simeon shoved the guy’s shirt up and began kissing his way down.

“Yeah,” that voice whispered again. “Suck his dick, Boudreaux.”

The blond buried his fingers in Simeon’s hair, gripping tight, and panted loudly. There was a smirk on his face I’d have loved to wipe off. Because he didn’t deserve that moment. He didn’t deserve Simeon’s kisses or touches. He deserved what he’d gotten from Gavin Brawley.

The words wound up in a knot wanting to pop out of my mouth, but I swallowed them once on-screen Simeon swallowed the blond’s cock. He took it all the way down without a hesitation, and then glanced up at the blond.

My breath gushed out in a whoosh, and my dick went from semi-hard to sliding down the thigh of my sweatpants. I draped my hand over it in a half-assed attempt to hide it.

The blond slumped against the wall as Simeon went to work, sucking that dick like he’d been born for it, as the surround-sound speakers blasted every slurp and wet sloppy sucking sound.

“Oh fuck.”

Had that hoarse whisper come from my mouth or one of the guys on the video? I froze in place, too afraid to glance over at Simeon and too turned on to stop watching the video. I was panting just as hard as the blond jackass while my dick pulsed beneath my hand. A spasm went through my fingers.

I ignored it.

Simeon draped his arm over the back of the couch and that brief graze of his skin against my neck caused them to spasm again. This time, I pressed down.

One of the other guys on the video undid his jeans. “Let me get a turn.”

Simeon pulled off the blond’s dick, his mouth wet and open, before turning to the guy beside him. He grinned, filthy and promising, right before grabbing the dude’s cock by the root and guiding it into his mouth. He jerked the shaft while sucking on the head, moaning around it.

“Fuck, Simeon,” I said thickly. “Look at you.”

“Look at you,” he said, right in my ear. “I see that dick print, Bravo. Guess you weren’t lying about how big it is when it’s hard.”

I stared straight ahead, mouth still ajar and fingers betraying my self-control to massage my dick through the thick cotton of my pants. If I looked at Simeon, with his face this close, something was gonna happen. It was easier to watch him blow randoms. Or it was, until on-screen Simeon sucked Asshole Number Two to climax and extended his tongue to catch each drop of semen.

I grabbed the base of my dick through my sweats and squeezed.

Simeon went back to the blond, taking him all the way in to the sound of echoing moans, and I went for it. Self-control out the window, no thoughts except focusing on how horny I was, how much I needed to get off, and how much I wished it was me in that bathroom. I jerked my dick through my sweats and watched from beneath my eyelashes. It wasn’t nearly enough friction with the thick fabric swaddling me, but even that stimulation had me panting like a dog.