No Good Deed - Marie Sexton Page 0,68

on his knees next to River.”

Avery’s cheeks turned bright red. River’s did too, but Jonas suspected it was for a completely different reason.

Phil grinned at Warren. “There are few things River enjoys more than sucking somebody’s cock.”

Taylor seemed to take this as permission. He slid over, straddling River’s lap and pulling him into a kiss.

Half the group was clearly ready to let this play out. And the other half?

Jonas glanced around. He found Avery sitting stiff in his chair, his cheeks red, his eyes on the table. Gray and Charlie stared at each other, having a silent conversation, but neither seemed likely to move.

And it was all because of Jonas. Because having Gray’s ex in the group made things weird. It was one thing for Taylor and River to get on their knees for any Dom in the room, but it was another thing entirely for Jonas.

He hung his head, not sure what to do. He wanted to make a joke, to lighten the mood, but somehow, that seemed like it might make things worse. He felt as if he had to pay some kind of penance, but he wasn’t sure how to do that. He’d almost hoped the Doms would punish him because once the punishment was over, they’d move on. They could have whipped him or urinated on him, and that would have been the end of it. Instead, he had to sit here, knowing he was the elephant in the room.

River and Taylor stopped kissing, both of them panting with impatience as they turned toward the group.

“What’s the holdup, guys?” Taylor asked. “I’ve been riding this wave for two days now. I’m ready to crash it tonight for sure.”

And yet nobody moved.

Jonas stood up, his cheeks burning. He’d leave the room. That’s what he’d do. Make an excuse to hide in the bedroom and pretend he didn’t know what was going on. Let them have their fun, then come back out once they were ready to play cards.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he said quietly to River and Taylor.

Charlie tried to grab his hand as he went past, but Jonas dodged him. “It’s fine.”

Gray didn’t budge.

It was Avery who stood up and caught Jonas’s arm. “Wait.”

Once he’d done it, he stopped, as if surprised at his own actions. He took a deep breath, steeling himself. But then he slowly turned to Jonas. He stepped close—close enough to put his arms around Jonas’s neck. Close enough to let their bodies touch from chest to knee. Jonas held perfectly still, waiting for whatever Avery planned to do.

Avery’s lips brushed his ear. “You’re right,” he said, soft enough that only Jonas could hear. “It has to start with us .”

Jonas closed his eyes, mentally breathing a sigh of relief.

And then Avery kissed him.

It was awkward at first—a kiss that felt more like a test than anything, lips barely parted, Avery’s tongue skirting over his lips. But then Avery slid one hand down Jonas’s chest. He unzipped Jonas’s pants and slipped his hand inside.

Jonas put his arms around Avery and kissed him for real, moaning as Avery coaxed his erection to life. He explored Avery’s body, felt Avery’s groin against his. He reached for the buttons on Avery’s pants, but before he could touch him, Avery pulled out of the kiss, pushing Jonas’s shoulders, shoving him to his knees.

Jonas went willingly. This was his penance—being shown his place. In the hierarchy of this group, he fell somewhere below Avery. He accepted that. He pulled Avery’s pants out of the way and wrapped his lips around Avery’s cock. Avery moaned, holding Jonas’s head with both hands, allowing him no bit of movement or relief. He fucked Jonas’s mouth hard, almost gagging him, and Jonas suspected it was on purpose. Jonas fought the urge to panic or pull away. He concentrated on his breathing and let Avery have his way.

It was only for a minute. Maybe not even that long, but Jonas wasn’t exactly watching the clock. Avery stepped away, letting go of Jonas’s head. Warren stepped up next, already undoing his pants. He was anything but gentle as he grabbed Jonas’s hair and wrenched his head back.

“You know what to do.”

Jonas had been here before. He knew Warren liked it rough, although he’d never be too violent with somebody else’s sub. Jonas resisted just enough to make Warren smile, letting him have his way until he smacked Jonas’s cheek and stepped away. Phil took his place. He was gentler, and yet just