Dash joined me on the bed.
"You finished writing you speech?"
"I'm going to wing-it."
"That's the spirit. Do what I would do. Make some s**t up." He pulled back my covers and smiled. "And to think I came home hungry."
Dash buried his face between my legs, and I moaned, grabbing the covers, finally able to climax. He shoved his face harder against me, his tongue opening me wide.
"I'm going to come," I whimpered.
The pounding on the door made Dash stop and sit up. "f*****g cockblockers."
Dash stood and opened the door. The other guys entered the room.
"Wait a second." I sat up and pressed my back against the headboard. "You shitheads did that on purpose!"
"Guilty on all counts," Dash said, and they all started laughing.
"You four, right here, right now." I pointed at the bed. "
