I FELT THEIR eyes on me as I stared at the ground, taking my time. Some of them knew me, some of them didn’t, but they were all focused on me, wondering what I was about to say. It was a lot of pressure to have a couple hundred people hanging on my every word, praying that I’d be the one to come up with the magical phrase, some fucking generic sentence that would make them feel better. Take away their pain. How could I take away theirs when mine was so real, so raw?

I deserved this pain, every second of it.

It was my fault we were there.

I’d caused this.

I’d killed him.

MY COCK JERKED in anticipation as she slowly sank to her knees, eyeing me like a lioness about to devour her prey. She licked her dark red lips and roughly pushed me back onto my bed seconds before her tongue gently flicked the head of my dick. I fought the urge to shove my hands into her blond hair and start thrusting like some teenage punk getting sucked off for the first time behind a middle school.

Patience, Viper.

I knew the reward that was coming and it would definitely be worth it, so long as I could keep from coating her throat too early. She wasted no time, moaning as she moved her warm mouth up and down my shaft. Her hand slid in between my legs, pushing them apart so she could cup my balls.

Seriously? The balls? Already? Amateur.

“You started without me?” Her brunette friend appeared in my bedroom doorway, pouting as she crossed her arms over her huge tits.

“Come on in.” I linked my fingers and tucked my hands behind my head. “There’s plenty to go around.”

She ran her tongue between her teeth and top lip as her eyes trailed slowly from mine, down the length of my body, and back up again, settling on my dick. “I can see that.” Her top lip curled at the corner as she stared.

The blonde, Claire—Corrine—Chloe, whatever her name was, sat up but continued stroking me with her hand. “Come join me, Heather,” she suggested seductively to her friend, tilting her head to the side as she batted her eyelashes.

Heather strolled leisurely across my guest room, her curves emphasizing all the best parts of her body. Just the way she walked—her tits bouncing with each step, the light shining through the window and glistening off her skin—was hot.

I’m not saying I wasn’t looking forward to being sandwiched in between the two of them, but let’s just say if her little blond friend had decided it was a good time to go for a walk, I wouldn’t have stopped her.

Heather lifted her knee onto the corner of my bed and crawled like a sexy, needy little cat over to what’s-her-name. They raised up onto their knees and started kissing right over me. Eyes closed, tongues dueling… they devoured each other. Heather grabbed the back of her friend’s head and pulled on her hair, exposing her neck. She slowly kissed her way down to blond girl’s tits, where she eagerly pulled her nipple into her mouth, moaning as she sucked. Watching them go at it was almost as gratifying as if they were doing it to me.

Almost.

“Ahem.” I cleared my throat playfully.

Heather’s lips made a slapping sound as she pulled them from her friend’s nipple. She grinned at me. “Sorry. Guess we got a little carried away.”

“No, no… I’m good with carried away,” I responded. “Just carry me with you.”

She looked up at her partner. “I think he wants some too, Crystal. What do you think?”

Crystal! That’s her name!

“I think that can be arranged,” Crystal cooed as she sat back down next to me.

“What should we do first?” Heather asked, licking her lips as she stared right into my eyes.

Crystal slowly ran her finger up my leg and swirled it around on my stomach. “Hmmm, what do you wanna do?” She was looking straight at Heather.

“Well, let’s not let this thing go to waste, huh?” Heather’s gaze moved from Crystal’s to mine as she bent down and wrapped her mouth around my cock.

“Wait for me.” Crystal giggled as she dipped her head down toward Heather, who immediately backed off to allow her friend access.

And then… it was on.

They were hungry. They were fierce. They attacked my dick like it was the only popsicle in the middle of a scorching desert. One on the right, one on the left, their lips touching at the top and the bottom, they ran their mouths in unison the whole length of my shaft. I wasn’t sure there was anything hotter than hearing not one but two women moan as their heads bobbed up and down on my lap. The faster they moved, the closer I was to coming, but blowing my load all over my stomach wasn’t something I was into, so I slowly pushed myself up on my elbows and cleared my throat. Immediately, Heather came up for air and smiled at me. Before I could say anything, Crystal threw one leg over my hips and positioned herself over me.

“Whoa, whoa! Slow down,” I blurted, trying to scoot out from under her as fast as I could. “My boy doesn’t inspect any caves without protective gear.”

Crystal’s eyebrows pulled together. “Huh?”

“He means he wants to wear a condom.” Heather rolled her eyes.

“Oh.” Crystal covered her mouth and giggled. “I get it.”

“You’re cute and shit, but I have no desire to see what our DNA would look like mixed together.” I winked at her.

I was no stranger to one-night stands, that was obvious, but I did have rules about what I would and wouldn’t do during sex. Rule number one—always wear a condom. Always. Too many women would kill for a chance at twenty percent of my paycheck.

Rule number two—never go down on one-night stands. Ever.

Two hours ago, I’d been having a late lunch at a bar down the street and this dynamic duo was just a couple of girls sitting next to me. I hadn’t even noticed them until they got up and started grinding on each other on the dance floor. Next thing I knew, I was buying them drinks while they told me all about how much they loved hockey and how cute the little black ball, as Crystal called it, was on the ice.

Oh yeah, real big hockey fans.

Anyway, not a chance in hell was my tongue going anywhere near their pussies. My covered-up dick, fine, but not my mouth.

Rule number three—if I brought them back to my place, as opposed to my car, an alley, or the bar bathroom, we did not have sex in my bedroom. Always the guest room. I liked my guests to take off pretty quickly after we were done, and the last thing I needed was their tacky perfume smelling up my pillow. My room was my domain, my place to relax and unwind.

I grabbed a condom out of the nightstand and rolled it onto my dick before climbing up on my knees.

“You, lie down,” I said to Crystal, pointing toward the bed.

She moved quickly, lying on her back and eagerly opening her legs for me. “Go ahead, take me.”

“Nope.” I grinned at her, slowly shaking my head. “I’m gonna take care of Heather while she takes care of you.” A small smirk appeared on Crystal’s lips as she looked from me to Heather. I followed her gaze, waiting to see if Heather was going to object or not.

Her bright blue eyes stared back at me as she bit her bottom lip and slowly raised one seductive eyebrow. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Holy shit.

Heather wasted no time, dropping to all fours and burying her face in between her friend’s legs. The instant Heather’s mouth made contact, Crystal’s mouth dropped open and her eyes glazed over.