Page 18 of Resist
“I’d love it if you did.” My voice is soft as I glide my fingersthrough Sterling’s hair and tuck it behind his ear. “Would you mind taking care of him for me?”
His eyes widen in question. Both of them, in fact.
I shrug, leaning close to his ear. “Kajirus, you did so well for me. It’s only fair that you get an orgasm too, no?” I brush my lips against his cheek, but more to sate my urge to sniff him again. “If you want privacy, I can leave you and your friend to it.”
My chest tightens at the idea of leaving right now. I want to be near him, I want to see him get his relief, but more than that, I want him to want me to stay.
“Don’t leave.” His voice is gruff as he speaks. “Santiago, this is Cecelia. Cecelia, Santiago.” Sterling points down another corridor that leads from the main showcase space. “Can we go somewhere a little more private?”
My shoulders sag in relief. He doesn’t want to get rid of me. At least not yet. He also doesn’t seem angry that I didn’t reciprocate and finish him off. And while I’ve never gone out of my way to watch two men with each other sexually, sometimes in Protocol people do all kinds of things, and they’re right there in front of your face.
Some of the hottest nights of my life have started with watching men fuck each other. My nipple piercings tingle against the tight fabric stretched across my breasts.
In the kink sphere, I’m generally a one-and-done kind of woman. If anyone sticks around long enough to make me come, they often tend to not have the energy for a second round. And yet, my body’s waking up all over again at the idea of watching Santiago suck Sterling’s dick.
Fuck.
I might need to open my zipper again.
The fact that Sterling hung in there for as long as he did, that he didn’t give up, or die, is a testament to his character. And I think I’d like to get to know him a little better.
The room Santiago leads us into is nothing special. It’s maybe an eight feet square space. There’s a bed against the far wall, facing us as we enter, but there is no two way glass, no viewing platform, and as far as I can tell, no way for anyone else to see what happens inside these walls.
Otherwise, it’s kitted out the same as the exhibition rooms. There’s a unit that contains toys, shelves with cleaning supplies, and hooks on the wall, hung high above a mini fridge, with various kink paraphernalia hanging from them.
“If you’d rather take care of him yourself,” Santiago gestures at me. “I’m sure he won’t object.”
There’s a fancy, velvet cushioned chaise with an ornate wooden back against the far wall in a deep shade of red that matches my lips. “I want to sit there and watch you take care of his problem.”
Santiago shrugs, and he and Sterling move to the edge of the bed. Sterling stands so the mattress is against the back of his legs while Santiago kneels in front of him.
It’s not a little problem either. I mean, he’s not huge, but when Santiago pulls Sterling’s dick from his pants I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make my pussy prickle with curiosity.
It’s clear from how Santiago works Sterling’s body that the two are familiar. Maybe friends with benefits? Casual kink buddies? Either way, Santiago has Sterling’s pants around his slightly parted ankles in seconds as he stares at Sterling’s rod-stiff dick.
I’ve never been with an uncircumcised man before, but Sterling’s foreskin moves back and forth as Santiago kneels before him, both hands cupped around his veiny dick, sliding up and down Sterling’s shaft.
While I started lying back against the armrest of the chaise, the sight of Santiago on his knees in front of Sterling has me now sitting upright, legs parted, and zipper open. I thought Icould simply watch, but it seems I can’t fight the aching tug between my thighs.
Sterling’s head is tipped back, his striking eyes are closed, and his hand is braced firmly against the back of Santiago’s head as he sucks the tip of Sterling’s cock into his mouth.
Fuck, it’s so hot.
After a few moments of swirling my finger around my clit, Sterling’s heavy breathing stops, and his voice jolts me out of my reverie. “No. Come here, Cecelia. I’ll do that for you.”
I want to protest, to tell him he already got me off, that I don’t want to be greedy, that I don’t want to detract from his own orgasm, especially because the second time will likely take even longer than the first. But the way he beckons me toward him is like the moon pulling the tide. And who am I to fight the pull of the universe and a sexy submissive?
When I get close enough, Sterling curls his arm around my waist to reach me and pull me toward him. He somehow seats both of us on the edge of the bed without Santiago missing a beat between his legs. The man sucks Sterling’s cock with a determined precision that makes me want to ask him for lessons in giving head.
Sterling’s reacting in kind, moaning, arching his hips so more of his dick slides into Santiago’s mouth, and beads of sweat prickle across Sterling’s forehead as his chest heaves with heavy breaths. “Fuck. Santi. So good.”
Santiago hums in response as he hollows out his cheeks and somehow takes Sterling deeper. Is he a human vacuum? How the fuck is he sucking like that?
The urge to stroke Santiago’s glossy dark hair makes my fingers itch with the need to slide my hand through it. “Santiago can I touch your hair?”
“Sí.” Hisyesis garbled by Sterling’s dick being so far down his throat but it’s somehow still clear.
“Safe word,” snaps Sterling through gritted teeth, like he’s fighting the urge to blow his load.