49. VANYA: CAUGHT IN THE ACT

I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that they knew my mother. And apparently Obsidian personally knew my father which didn’t make sense. The only thing I could think of was that we’d been told lies at school.
I was snapped out of my troubling thoughts when a hand was placed on my thigh. Swallowing, I turned my head to look at Obsidian. He was frowning at the stage.
My eyes darted to Ezra and then Devrim. They wore similar expressions as Obsidian. I’d been so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t been paying any attention to what was happening.
Someone was performing on the stage and the lights had been dimmed. My eyes darted over to my father’s table where he sat talking to a man I’d never seen before.
All the tables were occupied, I realized.
The hand on my thigh slowly slid down to my knee. Fingers brushed along the edge of the dress until it located the slit, and then slid underneath the material.
I held my breath and waited.
Slowly, slowly the hand slid up my thigh, paused and then slid between my legs. My hesitation only lasted for a second—I spread my legs a little and sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers brushed the thin material of my thong.
There was no hesitation form him. Obsidian’s fingers slipped underneath the material and instantly located my clit.
I wasn’t wet and he hadn’t wet his fingers so it felt a bit strange to have him slowly rubbing my clit—strange but surprisingly not unpleasant.
His breath fanned the side of my neck when he leaned closer. “You look a bit bored, sweets.”
“I’m n-not,” I instantly denied.
“No?” A finger dipped into my pussy. “Liar,” he breathed. “Ezra can use some. . .entertainment.”
Obsidian pulled his hand from my underwear and dress. He gave my knee a squeeze.
“Suck his cock.” His tongue flicked my earlobe. “Let’s see how long it takes you to make him come.”
He pulled away, giving me the opportunity to look at him. The lights were dim, but not so much that I couldn’t see the challenge in his eyes. His lips slowly curled up into a smirk the longer I stared at him.
“When you’re done with Ezra, you suck Devrim’s cock.”
I swallowed, trying to fight the heat filling my veins. Obsidian had a way with words, unlike Ezra. He was issuing a challenge he didn’t think I would accept—I could see it in his eyes.
So giving him a smirk of my own, I gathered the skirt of my dress in my hands and scooted my chair backwards. I’m definitely going to hell for this.
“What. . .?” Devrim’s words died down when I slipped underneath the table.
The tablecloth was long enough to hide me from view of everybody else in the room. I silently cursed myself as I crawled over to Ezra. The dress wasn’t made for crawling around on the floor.
Ezra jumped when I placed my hands on his knees.
“What the. . .Vanya?” He blinked at me. “What are you doing?”
Rearranging the tablecloth behind my head, I scooted a bit closer on my knees before I reached up to pull down his zip. One thing I learned was the fact that they didn’t like wearing underwear. All three my men were completely commando which meant easy access.
My fingers brushed his flaccid dick.
“Vanya—”
I gripped his dick firmly and pulled it out of his pants. Before he could ask anymore questions, I wrapped my lips around his dick before sliding my lips down as much of his length as I could take.
His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened in shock. It spurred me on.
I had no idea what I was doing, but judging by his reactions, I was doing something right at least.
It only took a few seconds for his length to harden to steel.
Ezra’s hand shot out to grip the table when I licked the underside of his length—from base to tip.
Something warm and sweet filled my mouth. I dipped my tongue into the hole again and realized that it was his pre-cum.
“Warn her when you’re going to come,” I heard Obsidian order Ezra.
Ezra nodded and lowered his eyes to watch me again. It didn’t take him long to reach his orgasm. His legs started to quiver. Purrs increased in volume, eyes changed shape and colour.
“Now,” he growled.
Steering clear of the base of his dick where he swells, I wrapped my hand a little higher up his dick and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. It was the stupidest thing to do considering the fact that I’ve felt them coming inside me.
So long story short, I choked on his cum.
“Fuck.”
The back of my head banged the table when I jerked away, coughing. Ezra was still coming, unable to stop even though I was choking. A hand wrapped around my arm and pulled me off my knees.
“Get her some water, Dev.”
Seconds later the rim of a glass was pressed to my lips. A few sips and I wasn’t having a coughing fit any longer, and I could breath again. I took two more sips before I pushed the glass away and looked at the face hovering close to mine.
“Okay?” Obsidian rasped.
I nodded and watched as his dark eyes shot over to Ezra.
“I told you to warn her—”
“He did,” I interrupted him. “It was my fault I. . .” I trailed off with a shake of my head.
Obsidian sighed and reached past me. “Why would you think swallowing his cum is such a good idea, sweets?” he questioned. “I know you’ve felt them coming inside you.”
“I wasn’t thinking.”
He said nothing more as he used a napkin to wipe Ezra’s cum from my face and neck.
“It’s probably going to stain your dress.”
I looked down with a grimace. Obsidian wiped away the semen but it left white stains behind. I looked at Ezra and my smile faded. He looked furious, which confused me. I just gave him a blow job. Why was he mad?
“Make sure you clean every drop,” Devrim ordered softly.
Obsidian’s chest rumbled seconds before he growled. “What the hell are you looking at?”
Turning my head, I blushed when I realized that we had drawn the eyes of people at the nearby tables. Obsidian growled again—a bit louder which drew more attention.
“She spilled her drink,” Devrim said, loud enough for everybody to head. “Nothing to see.”
Some of them turned back to watch the performance on the stage and others just continued to stare. Letting out a groan, I buried my face against Obsidian’s neck. It made me realize that every inch of his body was tight with tension. The arm around my back felt like a steel band instead of flesh.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Vanya,” Ezra muttered. “I almost—”
“I need to use the bathroom,” I interrupted, not wanting to hear what he had to say.
Embarrassment had me second guessing everything. The first time I enjoyed giving a guy head and it ended in disaster.
“I’ll take you,” Obsidian rasped.
“We’ll all go.” Devrim looked at me. “Can you wait a few minutes?”
My lips parted but Obsidian interrupted.
“We’ll meet you back here. It won’t take long?” He directed the question at me.
“N-no.”
“Good.”
Devrim still hesitated. He looked reluctant to let us go but one glance at Obsidian had him nodding.
“Fine. We’ll meet you there.”