Free Make Me by Charlotte Stein

Which I think it has, because a moment later Tyler one-ups this dirty little show they’re putting on.
    He waits, I think, until Brandon is in that state of dazed complicity. And then he slides his sweatpants down one-handed, and says the words that will probably haunt my masturbation fantasies for the next one thousand years: ‘You want to suck something else?’
    Oh God, something
else
. And he’s clearly not talking about his big toe. You couldn’t possibly mistake what he’s saying, because the thing he’s just revealed isn’t exactly overlook-able. It’s bigger than I remember, and thicker, and it juts out from the nest of oddly dark hair at his groin like an accusation. Like a
command
.
    Do it.
    And Brandon
does.
    He doesn’t hesitate, or shoot a surreptitious glance at me. He just pours off his chair and onto the floor, then takes that heavy, swollen prick into his mouth – so greedy for it he doesn’t even stop to catch his breath. It’s almost embarrassing for me to watch, because I know I’ve never gotten up this level of sloppy enthusiasm. He sucks so hard and so wetly I almost wish I had a cock so I might know how incredible this must feel.
    Though Tyler does, at least, give me some approximation. ‘Yeah, make it nice and wet. Do it just like that – suck me off, you little cocksucker.’
    And he also says some other things, too. Things I do not know how to process – I mean, does Brandon enjoy being talked to in such a brutish, mean sort of manner? Somehow I can’t imagine he does … until I realise he’s actually jerking off, as he swallows Tyler’s cock.
    He’s got his hand inside his pants, but even that’s not enough. After a second of frantic rubbing, he pulls his cock free and jerks at his own stiff length as he laps and sucks at Tyler’s. I swear, all I can hear are the thick, slick sounds of fucking, and all I can see are hard cocks being pleasured, and then Tyler says, ‘You want some, Maisie?’
    And I float up, out of my body, to watch all of this from someplace safe. I have the overwhelming urge to check over my shoulder, just in case there’s another hotter, dirtier girl lying on the table behind me.
    I know there isn’t. There’s just me, and Tyler, and Brandon, and Tyler is fucking Brandon’s face with his meaty cock, and Brandon is moaning and sucking and stroking himself, so really, who’s the odd man out, here? I’d practically be a social pariah, if I didn’t at least nod my head. And maybe fumble my way off this table, until I’m somehow on my knees, too.
    I’ve got a close-up, then, of Tyler’s cock easing in and out of Brandon’s mouth. All that slick spit greasing the way. The flicker of his tongue over the flared head, just before the whole thing sinks back in. It’s delicious, unbearable – and yet when Tyler forces his friend back and exposes all of that thick length, something clenches low down in my belly.
    I think it’s nerves. Or arousal. Or a mixture of the two. And it comes again – harder – when Tyler offers his dick to me. I’m going to taste Brandon on him, I think, deliriously, but the idea doesn’t stop me. I want to do this dirty thing, even though Brandon echoes some of my concerns a second later.
    ‘You don’t have to be a part of this,’ he says, but that’s both the problem and the allure of it. Being a part of something – something sexy and forbidden and full of delicious promise.
    A little piece of me wants to say no and end it. But most of me wants to say yes.
    Yes, I think, and then I lean forwards and part my lips around the sweet swell of his cock. Slow, at first, but, oh, when he groans for me, when he gives me a sound that has as much abandon as Brandon usually does, I can’t stop myself descending into frantic. I suck hard, licking and licking to get more of that taste – different to Brandon’s salt-sweet cock, but with a hint of his mouth at the back of it – greedy for it before I’m even sure I want to