Cocky Batter by Drake Rockford

Author:Drake Rockford [Rockford, Drake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Risque Books
Published: 2019-11-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9: Foreplay

The four of them gathered in Adrian's apartment an hour later, having shared a talkative taxi ride where they tried to learn a bit about each other. Stefania and Fitch were lounging on the king-sized bed, already tickling each other, necking and kissing.

Adrian and Dale were in the kitchen, fixing nightcaps and exchanging grins. Dale seemed to be in his perpetual state of ease, but Adrian's grin was a reflection of his discomfort and the false courage he tried to imbue himself with. He'd never had an orgy before; not even a threesome for that matter. He realized that no matter the outcome of this idiotic bet, Dale had already won. He suspected he had played right into Dale's hands; whether he had resisted or welcomed the sexual adventure, Dale would have ammunition to pester him for months. Adrian could beat Dale with might, but Dale consistently outfoxed him intellectually, always one step ahead with verbal and mental sparring.

Now, though he felt backed into a corner, the prospect of getting sucked off by two people at once excited Adrian, even if one was a pansy-ass dude. His grin spread wider from the thought and a chest-warming shot of straight vodka. He gazed from Dale to the frolicking couple on his bed. "So, huh, what do we do?"

"Stop whispering," Stefania called, "and come join us."

"Give us a minute.” Dale poured Adrian and himself another shot. “What’s up?”

Adrian knocked back the thimble of alcohol. “I don’t want to get naked.”

“You don’t have to,” assured Dale. “I’ll make sure they don’t try to strip you. Ok, Addy?”

Adrian glanced from Dale to Fitch, and added, “Keep Fitch off of me. I don’t want that dude touching me.”

“Come on.”

They carried the bottle of vodka and some orange juice to their guests and stood side-by-side, looking down at Stefania and Fitch. The duo was on their bellies, and they crawled in sync to the edge of the bed: Fitch before Dale and Stefania before Adrian. Both grabbed the zipper of the man before them and tugged their pants open, then reached inside and pulled out the competing girths of penis.

Fitch smiled and licked his lips. “Supper time,” he said to Stefania. He kissed her hard, with much more aggression than Adrian imagined he possessed, and then brought his other hand up to display the black blindfold they’d fashioned out of strips of one of Adrian’s crew tops.

Like snakes, they slithered off the bed and rose, both stretching their strips taut while leering at each other.

“No peeking,” reminded Stefania. “Turn around like good boys. Bend your heads.”

Adrian stole one last glance at Dale for encouragement. Dale smiled and nodded, and Adrian shut his eyes. A moment later he opened them to blackness. His only active senses at the moment were sound and smell.

Beside him, Dale said, “Don’t pull my clothes off.”

“Me either,” added Adrian. “I’ll get . . . cold.”

Neither Stefania nor Fitch replied, but he could hear them whispering. Then, a soft hand feminine

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