Several of the guys snicker derisively, but Connor - whose lap I've been deposited into - only soothes a hand down my back, cradling me to him as though I'm something precious.

"How you doing, baby? You okay?" Connor asks me. I nod shakily in response, and those big, tattooed hands cup my face. "Need to cum, huh?"

"Yes, please," I mewl.

Connor kisses me sweetly, then eases me into his seat, so that he's now kneeling between my legs, just the way I'd knelt for Cam.

"Here you go, princess. Relax, and let me take care of you." To the rest of the guys, he says, "Don't bother with...