“Fuck,” Dax mutters, looking from me to York’s hand gripping his cock and up to York who smiles. “That feels good, mate,” Dax admits, before turning back to me. “I—” But I can’t find the words to express how turned on I am. All I can do is watch transfixed, my mouth parting as Dax’s tattooed fingers reach for York and begin stroking up and down his cock. “Fucking hell,” Zayn exclaims. “You really are taking this dare seriously.” “We’re taking Titch’s needs seriously. What turns her on, turns me on,” York says. “Ditto,” Dax agrees.
