“Such a perfect slut,” I whisper. “Now, Lily darling, wouldn’t you say your clothes are in the way?”
She tears her mouth away from Damian’s shaft and snaps, “What? That wasn’t part of the agreement!”
“True enough. It’s entirely up to you if you want to go home absolutely drenched in jizz.” I shrug. “There are over a dozen cocks about to come all over you.”
She finally looks around and flushes as the truth of her situation hits.
There might be six players on the ice at any given time, but we rotate players through the game. In total, there are fifteen of us, and everyone’s here, even Markus. He won’t touch her—he exclusively fucks Dez—but that won’t stop him from watching, and in all likelihood, shooting his load on her face like the rest of us.
“All right,” she agrees reluctantly. “Just my top.”
She lets go of our cocks to start to undress but I stop her.
“Let me do it for you. You just keep sucking like a good little team player.”
She doesn’t thank me for it, but she nonetheless returns to her task as instructed.
Lily’s wearing a leather jacket over a long-sleeved turtleneck, and thick opaque tights with a checkered skirt.
Damian pulls out of her mouth and I lower the jacket over her shoulders, and she lets go of my cock as well as Nate’s just for long enough for me to shed the two layers of clothing. Underneath, her bra does little to conceal the swell of her fantastic round tits, and the guys notice. They step closer, Lucas and Mateo’s cocks against her cheeks as they pump them, eagerly awaiting their turn.
“You know,” I drawl, as I watch her motionlessly allowing the intrusion into her mouth, “whether you make this fun or boring, we’re all going to come in that lovely mouth of yours. All you get to control is how long this takes.”
Lily sneers at me, but she nonetheless moved her head up and down the shaft, her hands moving to seek two cocks.
“Who knew you could do as you’re told?” I tease. “How’s her mouth, Noah?”
“Pretty hot,” he admits, “Too bad she doesn’t know what to do with it.”
“Isn’t it just?” I tilt my head. “Crying shame, when such a gorgeous woman with fantastic tits is a huge prude, isn’t it?”
“I’m not,” she snaps, as expected.
“I suppose not. You quite like getting licked out, don’t you, Lily darling? So I suppose you don’t like giving head. Only into receiving.”
I watch her blush. “That’s—I’m?—”
“Proud. Selfish. I think we have a solution for our current predicament.”I give her my wickedest smirk. “Gentlemen. Our lady wants attention.”
24
LILY
Idon’t know what to do with myself.
Cross thinks I'm being difficult—or proud and selfish, as he just said—but I'm just…frozen.
I'm not wearing a costume pretending to be a superhero or an elf right now. I'm me, Lily Trueman, right now. And I don’t get attention.
I don’t know how to respond to fifteen men watching my tits, their cocks in hand. I don’t even know most of their names. Who would?
I keep telling myself that this won’t bear unfortunate consequences. They won’t call me a slut in the corridor, tell everyone what they’ve seen, what they’ve done to me. From what I know of Cross and his friends, they’re a vault, keeping their affairs private and never mentioning them outside of their own circle. If I’d been half naked in any other company, there would be at least ten phones taking a video. Not here.
But knowing I’m in no danger of ridicule doesn’t ease the awkwardness, the fear, the general confusion at not altogether hating to find myself being watched. Especially byhim.
Cross hasn’t given any specific instruction but his teammates move at once, as if they’d rehearsed it. Then all of a sudden there’s a hand sliding over my breast, another on my neck, and to my endless embarrassment, I find Nate Carmichael seated between my legs.
I’ve barely exchanged a handful of sentences with him in a year of vague acquaintance—most of them, veiled insults—and he’s lowering my skirt, tights, and panties to my knees, then ankles.