My problem stood before me, attached to my body, pointing straight ahead like it had a mind of its own. Hips too. While his body partially hid the unfolding scene from the other guys, he played with my ass on repeat, murmuring encouraging words while I leaned back into it, unable to deny that I was loving the moment. “Ignore them,” Jake said, still scrubbing. His hands were everywhere, exploring, asserting dominance over my body in a way that should have terrified me but instead left me craving more. My brain was glitching, caught between panic and other nerves as he washed my hairless globes. I wanted to hate it, to push him away, but instead, I leaned into it, giving myself over to the pleasure he was apparently so adept at giving. His other hand reached up to my shoulder, massaging it gently, like he was helping me ride the waves of confusion and sensation that were crashing through me.
