She felt him tense under her ministrations. Then she gently scraped against his scrotum with her fingernails. His cock jerked in her mouth.
“I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming!” he groaned and pushed her back.
His cock slipped out of her mouth just as semen spurted from its tip, raining over her hand and his stomach.
Uneven breaths filled the silence in the room as Sabrina tenderly continued to caress his cock and balls.
When she looked up at him, she met his dark eyes and noticed the stormy look in them.
“If I didn’t have to go to this damn bachelor party, I’d bend you over the nearest armchair and fuck you until neither of us could move a limb.”
“That’s sounds very naughty.”
He breathed heavily. “Yes, because that’s what you deserve for seducing me like this. And you know how much I like to dole out punishment, don’t you?”
A bolt of adrenaline shot through her, fanning the flames inside her once more. “Not as much as I like to receive it.”
17
“The extraordinary meeting of the Eternal Bachelors Club is now in session,” Zach Ivers announced.
Everybody was assembled in Zach’s man cave on the first floor of his weekend home in Bridgehampton, several miles south of East Hampton. His main residence was a swanky penthouse in Manhattan, but in the summer and on weekends, Zach liked to withdraw to this almost modest three-bedroom house on Long Island. Daniel could understand why: the house was right on the beach and had the most magnificent view of the ocean. Tranquility radiated from the house and its surroundings. Even now, in the dark, there was something peaceful about the place.
“This isn’t exactly how I imagined my bachelor party,” Daniel said, looking at the faces of the other seven members of the club: Zach, who presided over the meeting; Paul Gilbert; Jay Bohannon; Michael Clarkson, who was the treasurer; Xavier Eamon; Hunter Hamilton; and Wade Williams, all tall, dark and handsome in their own right. They’d all attended Princeton together, where they’d formed the club after a night of heavy drinking.
Hunter grinned. “You know the rules.”
Wade jabbed Hunter in the side. “I don’t think Daniel cares much about the rules.”
“Guys, be nice!” Tim chastised.
“Tim, you’ve got no say, since you’re not a member of the club. We’re letting you stay for the meeting out of courtesy,” Michael protested.
Tim braced his hands at his hips. “Which it totally outrageous. I should be a member. I’m a bachelor, just like the rest of you. The fact that I’m gay should not have any bearing on this.”
Xavier and Wade exchanged a look then Xavier said, “Yes, but we didn’t want anybody in the club who has an unfair advantage over the rest of us.”
“Unfair advantage, bullshit!” Tim shook his head. “According to California law I can get married just like the rest of you.”
“That’s true. But that wasn’t the case when the club was formed,” Zach interjected. “So, sorry, Tim, but you can’t join now.”
“It just wouldn’t be fair,” Michael added. “After all, we all contributed money to the club’s coffers for years, and to have you join without a buy-in wouldn’t be right.”
Tim rolled his eyes. “How much are we talking about then?”
Michael glanced at Zach who nodded. “Well, might as well get on with the treasurer’s report.” He looked down at his notes. “Last quarter we closed out at 3.72 million dollars.”
Tim whistled through his teeth. “That’s not exactly chump change.”
Michael smiled. “Yes, and after Daniel’s wedding in a few days, only seven bachelors remain eligible to win the money.”
“Knock yourselves out, guys,” Daniel responded. “Not all the money in the world would make me change my mind about marrying Sabrina.”
Zach cleared his throat. “Well, since we’re on that subject.” He glanced at the other men in the living room. “The guys and I have been talking while we were waiting for you and Tim.”
Daniel tensed. Were they going to try to talk him out of marrying Sabrina because they believed the story in the New York Times?
Zach made a calming movement with his hand. “Before you say something, Daniel, let me speak for the club.”
Daniel leaned back in his armchair.
“We’ve all seen the article. We’ve known you for a long time, and we know what kind of man you are. What this reporter claims is clearly a lie. We stand by you and Sabrina. So, if there’s anything we can do to help you get this rectified, we’ll do it. You can count on us.”