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mumbled, my cock twitching at the prospect of this exquisite torture.
    Normally, I wouldn’t be in any danger of orgasming from a rim job. But my frustrated and aroused state and the way I felt about Sebastian, and the fact that James would watch me get rimmed, made it a distinct possibility, and one that I had to avoid at all costs.
    “Get to it, then,” James said shortly.
    I looked straight in front of me at the dark blue tiles of the shower. Water had beaded on them the way my precum beaded on my dick and now dripped down as I felt Sebastian’s hands on my bottom, spreading my ass cheeks with his thumbs.
    When I felt his tongue slide along my crack to my puckered hole, I gasped and closed my eyes. He rimmed like he gave a blowjob—slow and teasing and excruciatingly thorough. He tasted me again and again, pushing that long, strong tongue around and inside me like a starving man.
    I heard a soft sound. I turned to see James sitting forward in the green chair, his eyes glued to where Sebastian went at me with his mouth and tongue. He had unzipped his pants and now stroked his cock while he watched.
    I turned back to the wall and closed my eyes because I had to concentrate on not coming. It was all too much. My dick wanted to shoot and all I could do was focus and try to prevent it. The only saving grace at this moment was that my cock was not getting any direct stimulation. If Sebastian or James touched it I would be done for. I prayed silently that they wouldn’t and bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
    As if reading my mind, James said, “I want to hear how good he’s making you feel, Tate. You’re free to vocalize. Just don’t come.”
    Just the fact of him giving me that directive again made me want to come. I let out a long, shaky cry as Sebastian’s talented tongue slid in and out of me again and again. I couldn’t help moving my ass back against him, silently requesting more, more, more, even though it would be the end of me.
    After another few minutes of this, James told Sebastian to stop. I tried to calm my frenzied breathing and tortured nerves while I waited for the next instructions.
    “Very good, both of you. That was lovely to watch.”
    I bet. Did you videotape it? ‘Cause I’d watch it.
    Luckily, James didn’t have the ability to hear my internal monologue or he’d have whipped me for that impudence. I’d better be careful or I’d end up saying something out loud. I started to take my hands from the wall but stopped when James said, “Tate, did I tell you to move?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Keep your hands where they are, boy.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Sebastian, I want you inside him. I want you to fuck that boy and I want you to do it well, you understand me?”
    Oh shit oh fuck oh shit.
    What? Would James not touch us at all tonight? Would he just watch me go to pieces under this sublime torture? I closed my eyes.
    “Yes, Sir,” Sebastian said.
    “There's a bottle of lube there on the shelf. Get yourself and him ready quickly. I haven't got all night.”
    I felt a chill and a movement of air near me. I opened my eyes to see James' handsome face inches from mine. His brown eyes bored into me and I saw his lust and need and total enjoyment of this laid bare before me.
    He took my chin firmly in his hand. “Don't. Come.” He kissed me then, and I felt my ego wash away. I wanted to be good for him.
    Before he sat down he turned to Sebastian. “You either.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He released me and returned to his seat.
    I felt Sebastian's lubed fingers on my crack as they pushed inside me and tried to control my breathing as I felt the head of his cock at my entrance next. I braced myself against the shower wall as he sank completely into me in a matter of a few exquisite moments.
    The pleasure became intense very quickly. I groaned and gasped as I adjusted to his big beautiful cock filling me. I felt the heat and energy of his body so close, touching me so intimately and couldn't help