Chapter 217

Jordan stood and collapsed next to Sofia, breathing hard herself—though obviously not nearly as much as the gasping wreck of a girl next to her. Sofia had been seriously wrung out. Natalie sympathized; she knew firsthand that Jordan was a devil when it came to using her mouth.

But still. That fast? Less than a minute, with only a bit of foreplay, Jordan dragging her around and showing her cock off to the rest of their team? That had to be a record, even for Sofia.

Slowly, Sofia stumbled back into consciousness—or at least awareness of her circumstances, hazy blue eyes clearing up. Her gaze flicked between Jordan, who grinned at her, and Natalie, who smirked. And of course, Liz and Ana too, their spectators.

Sofia paled.

“I— I—” she stammered. “That isn’t normal. I don’t know what— I think it’s more sensitive. Natalie did something to me. T-That happened way too fast.”

Natalie’s brow furrowed.

She could tell the difference between Sofia being flustered in a good way—which was most of their interactions—and whatever that was. She was always egging Sofia on, using the collar and their bet to embarrass her, but it was always in a way that obviously excited the repressed girl. Like Jordan showing Sofia off to her audience. Then being pleasured in front of them. Hence why Sofia had been so insanely quick to fall apart.

Except it seemed like Sofia’s fast climax had mortified her, but not in the good way. Maybe because Ana and Liz had been watching? And that made it all too much? Or at least Liz and Ana’s presence added to it. Because by the panicked looks she sent Jordan and Natalie, she was embarrassed they had seen her quick finish too.

Which was ridiculous. Natalie thought Sofia’s hair-trigger was amazing. The ease with which she could take the girl apart was downright intoxicating.

Seeing Sofia panic, an instinctive reaction bubbled up.

“I didn’t do anything to you,” Natalie snorted, playing the reaction off for Sofia’s sake. “Jay is just a succubus. And you’re new to having one of those.” She smirked at Sofia’s softening cock. “I lasted about that long the first time, too.”

Sofia froze. “You did?”

Definitely not. While her first few encounters had been overwhelming thanks to the new sensations, she hadn’t lasted thirty seconds.

Jordan shared a look with her, also obviously knowing that was false. In fact, her first time with Jordan’s mouth had been a rather long, drawn-out, brutal affair in which Natalie had seriously abused that tight hole. Not remotely the relatively tame teasing—sensation-wise, at least—that had happened here.

Slowly, a smile appeared on Jordan’s lips, which she quickly wiped away. But it was no less beaming for how brief it had been. As if Jordan was ecstatic that Natalie had jumped to Sofia’s defense.

Though, of course Natalie had. Teasing Sofia in a way that she liked was one thing, but putting her into a real panic? She would never do that.

“Yeah,” Natalie said, snorting. “I had some time to come to terms with it, too. Plus I didn’t have an audience.” She gave Sofia an amused look. “I’m surprised you didn’t fall apart right away, honestly. I might’ve.”

“And, like I said,” Jordan added, bumping Sofia’s shoulder with her own, “I’ve had some practice since I first got my hands on Nat.” She laughed. “I’m glad it’s paying off.”

“Oh,” Sofia said.

“Speaking of our audience,” Natalie said, facing the other side of the train car. “Liz is looking a little worked up, don’t you think?”