Chapter Six
Raven.
Sabrina has been weird all week.
After Jonas’ game on Thursday, we’re all hanging out- Maksim included.
It’s been awesome to watch them fall in love with each other and I’m so happy she’s finally letting herself be happy.
I go into the kitchen to grab another bottle of wine, hearing her hushed whispers carry through but not enough to really be able to make out the words.
When I come back into the dining room to give Maverick the bottle of wine, they all hush and he glares at Sabrina.
They’re all beginning to irritate me.
Sabrina looks guilty all the time these days, like she has a secret on the tip of her tongue and she’s been avoiding deep conversation so she doesn’t tell me.
I’m starting to think she’s pregnant and waiting for the right time to tell me.
Even though it’s starting to grate on my nerves a bit, I stay focused on the things I need to do and stay patient. She’ll blurt it out soon enough.
She and Jonas are the same in that aspect.
Neither of them can keep a secret. Sometimes, it’s like they’re siblings.
I like that. It’s the same with me and Parker.
Maksim is starting to loosen up more around us since we helped him with that thing.
Even though he’s still really serious most of the time. His humor is very dry.
There’s a tapping on the glass behind me. I pull the violin away from my chin and lower my bow. I hike a brow at Jordan and he opens the door. “You’ve done great, Raven. Parker’s downstairs waiting for you.”
Just Parker?
Okay, yeah. This is weird.
I give Jordan a quick nod, put my violin in my case and carry it out with me along with my cello. Parker stands around in his regular dark denim jeans and a black V-neck thermal shirt. One pale green eye and one brown eye look at me, and he grins. “Hey.”
I quirk a brow.
He chuckles, taking booth cases from me. “She’s next door checking out the boutique.”
Of course she is. We get out of the studio, he puts my instruments in the back of the SUV, and we walk the small trek to the boutique next door, where I see Sabrina holding up a dress through the window.
As soon as she sees me, she grins and waves at me, twirling her wrist to have me come inside.
The bell above dings and I make my way to her.
She stretches the black material over my thighs, holding the hanger up by my neck, tilting her head side-to-side eyeing it curiously. And then- “No.”
I look back at Parker but he’s waiting by the door, obviously already knowing this is going to take a while and rather hang back.
Yeah, I’m not really in the mood to shop, either.
My guys are still acting weird, now Sabrina is…
I don’t even really know what she’s doing.
I lift my hands. Are you shopping for me or for you?
She stares blankly at me and huffs out a sigh. “I don’t even know anymore. I have a small thing to go to later this week, but I saw this and thought that since you and I are both wide in the hips…” she trails off, eyeing something behind me. “Oh my god, that would look incredible on you.”
I turn to look at the mannequin in the corner facing us. My jaw drops open at the black, crisscross chest harness that makes your boobs pop. There's a hoop on the collar of it for what has to be a leash and one between the chest-piece. It just screams “Let Maverick destroy you in this.”
So obviously I had to purchase it. We’re supposed to be going away this weekend for my birthday.
They haven’t told me where, exactly, only that it’ll be just us for the entire weekend.
Even though I’m excited to be away from the city and with my men, I don’t really like surprises, which is why when we leave the small boutique, I come up with a plan to get Jonas to tell me so I can be fully prepared.
I’m ready to find Maverick in his office when I get home since he’s been home earlier often but he’s nowhere to be seen so I go up to Jonas’ room, which is empty.
Not seeing him, I give up, go to my room and hear my shower going.
The sound of Jonas terribly singing Bad Romance makes me smile.
I remove everything but my bra and panties, kneel in front of the bathroom door and wait for him.
It doesn’t take long for him to open the bathroom door, towel wrapped around his torso, drops of water cling to his beautiful skin.
I take no chances. I reach up and unwrap his towel immediately, letting it drop and take him in my mouth .
“Ah- Holy fuck, baby, you gotta- actually no, you don’t gotta warn me. Fuck. Yes.”
He grows hard in my mouth and I love that. I look up at him, and reach up, running my fingers up the damp expanse of his muscles, loving how warm he is under my fingertips. I wiggle my tongue under his shaft and take him as deep as I can, using my other hand to gently tug on his sack.
“Fuck, baby. You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth… my sick little slut.” He moves my hair and holds it for me, letting me take my time, enjoying the clean taste and scent of him. He smiles down at me, so much love in his eyes. I let my fingers dance along his skin, signing.
His brows knit together. “What?”
Where are you taking me for my birthday?
“Oh, baby, no… you can’t do this to me.” He whines.
I remove my mouth, use both hands to fist him, twisting them down and he gasps. “P-please?” I ask, swirling my tongue over his sack, lick him from root to tip, then put my mouth back on him, taking him as deep as I can.
“No, I can't tell you. It’s a sur- oh, fuck me. You’re so evil. I love you. Don’t stop baby.”
My poor, sweet demigod. He’s trying so hard to keep his mouth shut. He takes one hand off my head and grabs onto the doorframe as I suck him harder, deeper, using one hand to play with his balls and the other still fisting what I can't fit into my mouth.
His eyes cross and his large, muscular thighs tremble. “Oh fuck… I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Just don’t… oh, fuck me. Don’t stop. We’re taking you to-”
“Amourette?!”
“Oh my god, Damon! Help!” He tattles out weakly and I hear footsteps furiously bounding up the stairs. “She’s trying to get me to tell her where we’re taking her for her birthday.” He whines and I glare at him. “I can’t. I’m gonna blow and tell her. You gotta help me!”
“Siren.”
I stop immediately at the commanding, warning tone in Maverick’s voice, swallowing around Jonas’ thick length one last time and slowly move my mouth away.
Jonas lets out a small huff and leans against the door frame, covering his erection, panting small curses. “It was so good, Damon. She was trying to suck it out of me,” he whines. I glare at him. Damon chuckles softly but Maverick has remained silent.
It makes all the little hairs on my body stand on end.
Oh shit.
I drop my hands on my thighs and bow my head, looking down at my saliva-covered tits.
My cheeks flame. I guess I got a little too carried away with myself but sometimes, torturing Jonas is fun.
Ohhhh… does that mean I’m Jonas’ domme? Would Damon teach me how to peg him?
Jonas has a really nice ass. I want to bite it.
“Look at me, little mute.”
My fingers clutch at my thighs. I don’t want to. My heart is pounding. I was not a good girl. Ugh! But I was so close! I mean, so was Jonas, but I was so close! I groan inwardly.
“Raven.”
I withhold my sigh and look up at my handsome professor, my gorgeous doctor standing beside him, desire in those tombstone eyes of his. But Maverick is currently the one holding my invisible leash, so I flick my eyes back on him. He gets down on his haunches, loosening his tie.
Oh no…
He unfastens the top button of his shirt and slides the tie off…
I can hear Damon whispering something to Jonas and Jonas moans softly.
I want to look so bad.
I really shouldn’t. Looking away from Maverick is a bad idea.
Jonas moans like he’s frustrated and Damon murmurs sweet praises.
Fuck it.
I take a peek over to see Damon leaning into Jonas, his mouth next to his ear, hand on Jonas’ dick, stroking him so slowly. Jonas’ head leaning back on the door frame, nodding along to whatever Damon’s whispering. I’m aching between my thighs for him. Fuck, that’s so hot.
“Damon, let Jonas put his cock back in her mouth. He was a good boy. He deserves to come in our naughty girl’s filthy mouth.” Maverick orders.
Uh, yeah he does.
Damon guides him to me. I open my mouth and accept Jonas, wiggling my tongue beneath his shaft again like he likes, swallowing when he gets deep and I want to gag.
I start pulling my head back, so I can really make him moan but Maverick holds my head in place by getting behind me and holding my head by the temples.
He tsks and I lower my hands to my thighs again.
“You tried to use Jonas?”
I shake my head. But that’s a lie and they all see right through me.
“You want to get your sinful velvety throat fucked, don’t you, Siren?”
I whimper around Jonas’ dick.
Maverick lets go of my head and I think he signs something to Damon because Damon smirks.
Oh my god. They’re using ASL against me!
I’m in love with bad, bad men. I whimper again.
Damon fists Jonas and starts to pump him just as Maverick holds onto my head again and moves his foot behind me, the tip of his shoe right on my clit, the pressure is heavenly.
“Grind down and ride my fucking shoe, Raven.”
My cheeks flare again but I do as I’m told, undulating my hips, grinding down to find that perfect spot, moaning around Jonas, holding onto my knees.
“Look at that.” Maverick chuckles. “Filthy little slut getting off on my shoe.”
Humiliation heats my cheeks.
“Be a good boy, Jonas. Stay as perfectly still as you can.” Damon tells him.
“Oh fuck, that’s good. Wait. Why am I in trouble? I didn’t tell her.”
Damon whispers, “But you almost did.”
Jonas shudders and his head tips back, landing on Damon’s shoulder, those autumn eyes of his landing on me in a narrow glare.
I wiggle my tongue again and swallow. “Fuck, Raven, baby. Do it again. Swallow my dick. I’m so close, baby.
I’m-” his face falls flat. “I won’t be able to come.
She can’t say it if my dick’s in her throat.
” Damon keeps fisting him, one arm wrapped around his waist, his large hand on his stomach and the need between my legs is turning into something dire.
“Tu te débrouilles si bien, mon demi-dieu… Elle veut ton sperme. Elle veut l'avaler avant le d?ner. Donne-le-lui” You’re doing so good, demigod… she wants your cum. She wants to swallow it down before dinner. Give it to her.
I nod up at Jonas, grinding down harder on Maverick’s fucking shoe.
“You’re such a sick little slut, baby. You’re really getting off on Mavie’s shoe? Fuck, just don’t stop. Fuck, Damon, don’t…” Jonas growls in frustration. “You’re so fucking pretty baby. So fucking pretty…”
“Go on, Tongueless. Use your hand. Tell him what he needs to feel.”
I reach up and make an I Love You sign with my hand, putting it beside Damon’s and he covers my hand with his, pressing it into Jonas’ abdomen.
I keep my eyes on his, never blinking. Jonas stills, groans, then throbs in my mouth, every splash of his cum coating the inside of my mouth and I swallow it all down.
As soon as he’s done, Maverick removes his foot from where I was grinding on it.
“No!” I cry out, leaning forward, catching myself on my fists. Then remember what that can lead to and sit back on my heels.
“Yes, Raven. You know the rules. Bad girls don’t get to come. You take what I give you. You were not a good girl. Sneaky little vixen. Up on your feet.”
I pout.
“No pouting.” Maverick turns and resumes removing his shirt, changing into the Columbia T-shirt and sweats that I stole from him. I stick my tongue out at him while his back is turned to me. “I saw that.”
I flick my eyes to the full length mirror and almost die when I see both mine and his reflections. UGH! I can never get away with anything!
Maverick smirks at me, green eyes glittering with mischief. “Keep it up, Angel. I have a new paddle I’m just dying to break in.”
I swallow thickly, both a little scared but a lot more turned on than I probably should be. Loving Maverick Harrington is such a ride. But at a haunted house attraction where you get spanked and praised by the actors for screaming.
Huh. Do those exist? Can they?
Jonas takes me and kisses my temple. “I’ll make you come later,” he whispers.
“I heard that.” Mav growls from behind me.
“Oops. I mean I will definitely not make you come later.” He winks at me.
“Jonas.” Damon warns.
We both pout.