15.
VIP Visit
Lenley
HE MADE ME FEEL SOgood that all I can think of is returning the favor.
I rise onto my knees but Peyton circles my waist with his strong arms, pulling me back to his chest when I try to hug Channing’s neck with my arms. “I know you want him, Snow. And normally, I’d love to watch. But don’t forget that the dipshit went out with you behind our backs yesterday.”
Jameson nods in agreement. “Yup! He left us here to work our asses off while he was making out with you. I don’t think he should get to come today.” He decides. “What do you think, Peyton?”
The blond Devils’ captain winks at me before chuckling at his two best friends. “I think you’re right, J.”
“Aww guys! You fucking suck!” Channing complains. “I’m so fucking turned on! I had blue balls yesterday, if Lenley wants to get me off, please let her.”
Jameson and Peyton are having way too much fun with this, and I feel bad for Channing.
“Guys, I know that Chan let you down yesterday, but he helped me in the time of need and took care of my snake of an ex-bestie. And he was—”
Peyton isn’t swayed by my attempt to speak in Channing’s favor. “He still fucked up and he knows it. Hanging out with you without telling us was bad enough, but doing it when he was expected to work, really doesn’t fly.”
Jameson chuckles at the pun, since everything the guys do has to do with flying. “I couldn’t agree more.”
I plead one last time. “But he really got nothing out of last night. And I’m sure he’s learned his lesson. Right, Chan?”
His reply is a defiant smirk, meant for his friends and teammates. “Seeing you come wasn’t nothing. I loved every second of it. But yeah, I feel like my dick is about to fall off right now.”
Jameson barks out an incredulous laugh. “Are you expecting us to believe that you didn’t rub one out when you got home last night?”
“I did. But it wasn’t the same as having Lenley take care of me. I’ve been waiting to be alone with her, and naked, all day.”
Peyton and Jameson look at each other, doing that silent communication thing I’ve seen them do a few times now. “Sure, Chan can come,” Peyton concedes with a smile that doesn’t promise anything good.
“But you can’t touch him, Len,” Jameson adds with a serious expression, but it’s obvious in the way his gray eyes are twinkling that he’s trying hard not to laugh. “And that includes any part of your body. You can only look at him.”
Channing shakes his head, looking resigned. “You guys suck. But the only reason why I don’t grab Lenley and drag her to my room is that I know you’re fucking right. I should’ve told you I was hanging out with her and I should’ve definitely not left you here to work on your own. But believe me, a hundred bucks fine would’ve been better.”
Peyton claps him on the shoulder in a brotherly way. “Yeah, but a hundred bucks fine wouldn’t drive the message home as effectively, right?”
Channing nods. “You can bet your ass on that.”
“And the only reason why we’re allowing you to come now, is because you helped Lenley with her ex-bestie yesterday.” Jameson informs him.
That’s a really nice sentiment and I want to thank Channing and the guys for their support, but I’m distracted by the way Channing’s fist tightens around the base of his cock.
He’s so big that I wonder if he could even fit inside me.
“She can’t touch me but she can look at me, right?” he asks, his breathing already raggedly fast.
I agree before the other two decide to torture their friend even more. “I want to look at you, Chan.”
The next few moments are surreal; I’m looking at Channing as he glides his fist up and down his hard shaft with sure, practiced strokes. My skin is tingling with excitement from the sight of him pleasuring himself with his sexy green eyes fixed onto me, but also from the fact that Peyton and Jameson are watching me too.
“Fuck, baby,” Channing grunts, as his movements pick up speed. “I’m imagining your mouth on me, like you did for them.”
His eyes are roaming over my body and his heated stare is making me wet all over again.
“Next time,” he says as the muscles of his lower stomach begin quivering, “I’m going to fuck your perfect tits, like I wanted to do last night.”
Our eyes meet and I nod, feeling like his punishment affects me too because right now I really want to touch him.
“Lenley,” he pants, his voice a low, sexy drawl. “Can I come on your tits?”
I say yes, before Peyton and Jameson can object.
“Oh, fuck!” Channing growls as the first jet of warm, white cum sprays on my chest.
I can’t take my eyes off of him as he keeps blowing his load on my soft skin.
“Let’s clean you up, Snow.” Peyton swipes a warm, wet cloth over my chest. “Let’s get dressed and go grab something to eat.”
“You guys do that,” Jameson says, already fully dressed. “I’m good with anything Lenley wants to eat tonight. I’m going to go by the dry cleaners to pick up our suits for tomorrow.”
I’m about to ask him why they need suits when I remember that Mom said she invited them to the VIP preview of the DeLaurent Museum with the mayor and the press.
Since Darrius started seeing Kiara, I’ve been dreading the opening and every occasion when I have to see them together.
Isn’t it crazy that just the idea of having the guys there makes everything more bearable? They should be our rivals, the enemy, but they’ve had my back twice now, when two of the people I considered my family did nothing but hurt me.
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