Chapter 2: Building Tension
From her time spent gorging on cum, Lisa had become adept at reading men—picking up on their every intention, detecting their desires, and catering to their innermost pleasures. And there was no doubt in her mind that Eric had yearned for this moment as much as she had. But she also knew that his trepidation, fueled by fear of rejection and betrayal, would ultimately lead him to relent.
"Hey, man," Tom said confidently, giving a wave as he looked at Eric, "Lisa said she wanted you here with us, helping us break in her new office."
The room went silent as every man held his breath, waiting for Eric's response.
Caught off-guard, Eric froze, feeling his eyes widen at the revelation. His stomach lurched in anticipation, but his cock ached with a burning need as he looked over the dozen or more sweaty men who stared at him, each of them waiting for his answer.
"Fuck it," he muttered, finally surrendering to his desire.
And with that, Eric stepped forward.
He stood by his girlfriend, now a cocksleeve shared by fifteen men; the scent of raw carnal desires and sweat hung in the air, making it harder to breathe. Each of them watched intently as Eric approached, waiting for a sign of what he might do.
Lisa's eyes shone brightly as Eric stared back. She reached out a hand to him, and he took it, stepping closer still. The feeling of his girlfriend's warm, moist grip pulled him into the room's atmosphere.
The men around them snarled like hungry predators closing in on their prize. Eric's heart raced, a fierce determination burned inside him. Lisa may have played him for a fool for the last year cheating on him—every day at the dealership getting plowed by tons of huge cocks—but he was damn well going to savor every last drop of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Slowly, Eric knelt beside Lisa's chair and turned to face her, his gaze fixed deeper into her eyes than ever before.
Her pupils flared, an unmistakable hunger reflected within them. Lisa leaned forward, reaching out and gripping the base of his shaft with one hand, his balls in the other.
"I've been waiting for you, my love." Her breathy words held a raw, unfiltered passion that resonated in Eric's chest. "You're finally here."
He nodded silently, unable to deny her anymore. Taking in a deep breath, Eric watched as she parted her perfect pink lips, her tongue darting over the plump flesh before enveloping him.
His shaft vanished into the dark heat of her mouth, and he couldn't help but groan at the sensation. She pulled back, letting the smooth head roll around against the silky wet skin, her tongue swirling before taking him in again.
Their eyes locked, communicating a primal connection he'd never witnessed before. Sweat dripped from the tips of her dark hair, slick rivulets coursing down her bare, heaving chest. The taut flesh begged for attention, so eager to feel their mating below the waist.