reached the tip of her bare breast. He paused and drew a tight circle around her nipple with it, enjoying the way the purple flesh grew stiff. The earthy scent of her sex reached him a moment later and he realized all the things he’d done with the others, but had yet to do with her. He understood Camille’s enthusiasm for the entire experience. Everything was new and wonderful, especially when you’d never been touched before.
Kris shifted on Issa’s lap, preparing to push her back and spread her thighs. He craved the taste of her now like he’d wanted nothing else before. He wanted to bury his tongue in her pussy and maybe come up for air in a hundred years. He turned and gripped her thighs, squeezed them, then groaned in frustration.
“What is it?” Issa asked.
“I’ve got something I need to do first. Don’t go anywhere, alright?”
“I’ve waited five hundred years for you. What’s a few more minutes?”
He bent and kissed her. It was an effort not to give in and stay, but he forced himself to turn and leave.
Of course Corey was nowhere in the small chamber, but when Kris glanced up toward the entrance, he saw the tripod with the camera perched on top, focused at the center.
He walked out the door and found Corey seated on one step in the shadows of the staircase, head tilted back and resting against the wall. His eyes were closed, his brow creased intently, his lips curled down in a tight frown. His hands rested in his lap, but when Kris looked more closely he realized Corey wasn’t just resting his hands there, he was cupping himself gingerly.
“If it’s any consolation, I know exactly how you feel right now.”
Corey’s head snapped up and his eyes opened. He stared at Kris in surprise.
“I didn’t hear you come. Well, actually, I did hear you, and all the rest of you come . Like, every ten minutes for the past two hours. Jesus you guys are unstoppable. How the fuck do you… fuck so much?”
“You could have joined,” Kris said. “You’d feel a lot better now if you had.”
Corey looked him up and down, appraising. “You seem more relaxed than you have since we met. I always wanted to ask what your deal was, hanging out away from the group when we were in camp. Shit, I think there were only two of us who wouldn’t have banged you, knowing how the others operate.”
“And now there’s only one.”
Corey held up his hands, palms out, and shook his head. “I’m not fucking banging you, man. I think you’ve had your fill already. It’s bad enough that all of you have been running around naked all night.”
With a chuckle, Kris sat across the corridor on the same step and rested his elbows on his knees.
“You’re in pain, aren’t you?” he asked.
Corey remained quiet, then nodded. “Yeah. Worst blue balls of my fucking life. I tried to stay and film you guys—Erika wanted me to—but fuck if I could watch. There was a second there when that little golden beauty aimed her backside at me I almost fucking lost it.”
“So why didn’t you? Dimitri strikes me as the sharing type and he has more than enough to go around now.”
“Because… I don’t do that. It’s against my nature, I guess. I don’t fuck other men’s women. I don’t fuck other men , come to that, no offense… I do see the appeal, but no. Not for me. I guess I’m just not wired like the rest of you. And fuck… Camille surprised the hell out of me. Of all the women in this party, I never expected Hallie to be the conservative one where sex was concerned. Jesus, I know way too much about all of you now.”
“And being intimately familiar with your friends is a bad thing?”
“Well, no. But it does feel a little… incestuous? I have to ask, those two… the golden ones with Dimitri… they’re related, aren’t they?”
“Twins.”
“See, like that. Incestuous.”
“They don’t touch each other except platonically. Trust me, I watched every second of their phase with Dimitri. They’re
Kris shifted on Issa’s lap, preparing to push her back and spread her thighs. He craved the taste of her now like he’d wanted nothing else before. He wanted to bury his tongue in her pussy and maybe come up for air in a hundred years. He turned and gripped her thighs, squeezed them, then groaned in frustration.
“What is it?” Issa asked.
“I’ve got something I need to do first. Don’t go anywhere, alright?”
“I’ve waited five hundred years for you. What’s a few more minutes?”
He bent and kissed her. It was an effort not to give in and stay, but he forced himself to turn and leave.
Of course Corey was nowhere in the small chamber, but when Kris glanced up toward the entrance, he saw the tripod with the camera perched on top, focused at the center.
He walked out the door and found Corey seated on one step in the shadows of the staircase, head tilted back and resting against the wall. His eyes were closed, his brow creased intently, his lips curled down in a tight frown. His hands rested in his lap, but when Kris looked more closely he realized Corey wasn’t just resting his hands there, he was cupping himself gingerly.
“If it’s any consolation, I know exactly how you feel right now.”
Corey’s head snapped up and his eyes opened. He stared at Kris in surprise.
“I didn’t hear you come. Well, actually, I did hear you, and all the rest of you come . Like, every ten minutes for the past two hours. Jesus you guys are unstoppable. How the fuck do you… fuck so much?”
“You could have joined,” Kris said. “You’d feel a lot better now if you had.”
Corey looked him up and down, appraising. “You seem more relaxed than you have since we met. I always wanted to ask what your deal was, hanging out away from the group when we were in camp. Shit, I think there were only two of us who wouldn’t have banged you, knowing how the others operate.”
“And now there’s only one.”
Corey held up his hands, palms out, and shook his head. “I’m not fucking banging you, man. I think you’ve had your fill already. It’s bad enough that all of you have been running around naked all night.”
With a chuckle, Kris sat across the corridor on the same step and rested his elbows on his knees.
“You’re in pain, aren’t you?” he asked.
Corey remained quiet, then nodded. “Yeah. Worst blue balls of my fucking life. I tried to stay and film you guys—Erika wanted me to—but fuck if I could watch. There was a second there when that little golden beauty aimed her backside at me I almost fucking lost it.”
“So why didn’t you? Dimitri strikes me as the sharing type and he has more than enough to go around now.”
“Because… I don’t do that. It’s against my nature, I guess. I don’t fuck other men’s women. I don’t fuck other men , come to that, no offense… I do see the appeal, but no. Not for me. I guess I’m just not wired like the rest of you. And fuck… Camille surprised the hell out of me. Of all the women in this party, I never expected Hallie to be the conservative one where sex was concerned. Jesus, I know way too much about all of you now.”
“And being intimately familiar with your friends is a bad thing?”
“Well, no. But it does feel a little… incestuous? I have to ask, those two… the golden ones with Dimitri… they’re related, aren’t they?”
“Twins.”
“See, like that. Incestuous.”
“They don’t touch each other except platonically. Trust me, I watched every second of their phase with Dimitri. They’re
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