Chapter 11
Chapter 11
BEAU
W e’re sitting at the long dining table once more when Iris asks, “Where’s your guest from earlier?”
“Oh, he was only stopping by for a bit of business,” her grandfather replies without actually giving her an answer. He did the same thing when me and King tried hitting him up for Iris’ whereabouts. He plays the part of doting grandfather well, but something tells me he’s not as oblivious about everything as he portrays.
Rich men rarely ever sit back and allow their children to live the lives they please without at least keeping tabs on them. I know from experience as mine and King’s fathers pretend to let us make our own choices, but at the end of the day, they pull more strings than anyone from the outside notices. Or at least they used to.
“I figured. He seemed close to our age, and it got me wondering if we’ve seen him before. Is he a student as well? What’s his name?” She peppers the questions together to make it seem less of an inquisition. Kingston smirks, and I have to hold mine back, not wanting to piss the old man off like we did the last time we were here.
Iris obviously isn’t shy in pushing him for answers, so maybe we’ll find out something useful. I wonder if he’s one of the grandfather’s spies at the school? Maybe he reports back what his granddaughter is doing, and who knows what else? The old fucker probably has a file of pictures hidden away in his office of everything we do, while pretending he knows nothing. I wouldn’t put it past him.
“Just a kid running some errands for me. You mentioned evidence about your father earlier and needing my help?” I’m not buying his subject change; in fact, it only makes me want to know who the fuck the guy is even more now.
I sit back and observe the old man. If I’ve learned anything being King’s best friend… it’s to pay attention to the people we deal with. Watch for the little ticks, inadvertent looks to avoid eye contact and blatant change of subjects are all cues for someone who is lying or at minimum hiding something. He’s doing them all .
Glancing at King, I can see he’s not too keen of her grandfather either. Maybe we can’t trust anyone because we’ve been proven time and time again that we’re in this alone. Together, but alone. We have each other and now Iris, but beyond that I don’t trust any of these fuckers as far as I can throw them.
My attention shifts to Iris again as she talks with her grandfather. Such a simple dinner conversation, much different than one you’d think would come on the heels of her being kidnapped and held for days. Fuck knows it’s all I want to talk about, as I’m still torn up inside over not knowing who the hell to retaliate against specifically.
“You can stay at the beach house for a few days until you decide where to go. That’ll give me time to have my guy investigate what you’re saying. I can let you know what I find out.” My attention is pulled away from analyzing his every blink to hearing him give her access to a house. Even though I have my doubts about the old man, we don’t really have much of a choice at this point.
Besides, we could use a few days alone, so long as no one tries to kill us again. I doubt I’ll be able to sleep good though, torture and mind games don’t stop fucking with a person merely because you get a change of scenery. I’d imagine King is feeling the same way, still torn up inside over everything and ready to do whatever it takes to make sure we can sleep peacefully at night once again.
Our fathers wouldn’t think twice about sending us away for time to ourselves, but would send us straight back to the university to finish out the pledge. However, if we go back to the university, we’ll be surrounded by the unknowns of who was involved in us being captured and fucked with. I’d be a goddamn raging asshole drowning my stress in whiskey while King would do so much speed he’d probably OD, just to stay on top of his game.
The best thing for us would be to get away and clear our heads for a few days. Fuck for days and gain some clarity. Maybe then we’ll have a plan that’s better than our current one of relying on her grandfather to gain the information we need. I hate putting my faith in someone else, but at the moment I don’t think we have much of a choice.
Dessert is placed on the table as an arm moves to the right of my shoulder. I’ve cleared every plate his servants have set in front of me, but I’m not sure I can handle all the sugar in this giant piece of chocolate cake. But damn if it doesn’t look like some sort of sinful dream. Iris laughs at something I’ve missed, her smile sparking a deep level of happiness inside me. One I haven’t felt in a very, very long time. She brings me peace.
Her fork slides between her lips as she tries a bite of the rich layered cake and I can’t concentrate on anything else. I have no idea what’s being said now, only that she has to lick the trail of icing and crumbs that smeared over the bottom one. Her fat bottom lip that I want nothing more than to rub my thumb over, collect the icing and then feed it to her myself. Her perfectly plump, cock sucking mouth that I’d love nothing more than to watch wrapped around my dick while her innocent eyes gaze up at me, silently begging for me to give it to her.
Fuck. We need to get out of here or I’ll be pulling her upstairs into the bathroom and fucking her just like King did.
“I’m beat. Is there any way I can take this to go?” I interrupt whatever conversation is being had and lift my dessert plate toward the guy who had given it to me. My concentration is absolute shit and after everything I’ve been through, the last thing I want to do is sit at this stuffy table shoving sugar down my throat, and pretend that we’re all proper and perfect. I know King is feeling the same way.
“Yes. I’ll have Rufus stock the beach house for you three. Just let him know if there’s anything specific that you need and it’ll be taken care of.” Her grandfather pushes his chair out and stands first. Iris and King both follow suit and I’m the last to stand. Not because I’m not eager, I’m just still sporting a fucking hard on from all the drugs, and my thoughts of Iris didn’t help. I purposely stand behind Iris and let her block the awkward elephant in the room.
Rufus enters the room with a large duffel bag, handing it to me with a wink before he says, “I managed to find a few things that should help. I’ll bring you more in the morning along with a variety of fresh foods. There’s pantry items already there.” I instantly use it to block my cock from becoming more of a problem than it already has been.
“Can you get us a couple of phones?” Iris speaks up first.
“Did you get Iris her conditioner? She needs her hair products.” King earns a brow raise from Iris, her grandfather, and Rufus on that one and I almost choke on the awkwardness of his request. Fucking King. There’s never a dull moment with him but honestly, it’s the exact crazy that I had wished for when I thought he was dead. Give me just one more insane idea from King… one more absurd comment that would embarrass most people to death. I said I’d give anything to hear them once more and here I am smack in the middle of it and I can’t stop the immature laugh that erupts from my chest.
“The house is stocked with bathroom supplies. Send me a list of anything that isn’t up to your likings and I’ll get right on it. There are three phones in the bag. I figured you all needed a new one.” Ol’ Rufus has thought of everything, but it isn’t lost on me that not only will we now be in a house that is owned by her grandfather with probably the best surveillance equipment around, but we’ll also all be making phone calls and sending texts from phones he owns as well. The first thing my ass will be doing when we get settled is overnighting some new phones and supplies to the nearest pick-up office.
“Thank you, Rufus. You’ve always been the best.” Iris hugs the older gentleman quickly before she turns to grab my hand in her left and King’s in her right. She then leads us both out the oversized doors and to a limo waiting in the drive. I’m a bit shocked she openly shows affection for us both without a care for who’s watching; however, it makes me wonder what the old man thinks of it all. Surely he’s not down with her having two boyfriends and you’d have to be blind as a fucking bat to miss how King and I look at her. We’ve claimed her and there’s no doubt about it.
King slides across the seat, instantly grabbing for the bottle of champagne waiting on ice. Iris follows, taking the middle. Rufus reaches out for me to hand him the duffel bag back just before I slip into the seat next to Iris before he closes the door. He puts it in the trunk and slams it shut.
“Fuck, I’m so hard I’m gonna go insane.” I sigh from the pressure in my pants and press on my cock in frustration until Iris places her hand over mine.
“It’s mine to take care of.”
King grins, popping the champagne open and guzzles from the bottle. His stare pins on us, full of amusement. We were miserable, locked away the past few days, but he’s gotten the chance to have a quick fuck alone with Iris and seems lighter ever since. Lucky fucker. My eyes roll back, ignoring my best friend while he eagerly watches the show.
I’m moaning before she can finish her sentence. “Oh, God...” I crave her touch like I need my cock to come down. “Fuck, baby.” I place my hand over hers and press harder. I’ve been wound up for days, and this ache has been brutal. She matches my pressure and takes over.
She crawls over me, sliding down between my legs as she pulls the waist of my shorts down my thighs, then completely off. My stiff dick eagerly bobs in front of her face while she’s looking up at me. Her eyes filled with want and desire are making me need her even more. I tug her bottom lip down just like I had imagined at the dinner table and it’s so goddamn sexy it has my breath hitching. “Baby, please . I’m about to fuck your sweet pink mouth if you don’t do something.”
She grabs my cock, her palm stretched around it to position it closer to her mouth. The sound of the privacy window lowering catches my attention. “Do you need to make any extra stops?” Rufus interrupts and so help me I have to grit my teeth not to cuss his ass out for interrupting this perfect moment.
“No!” all three of us yell at the same time. Urgency surges through the limo. Rufus must feel the crackle in the air as well, because the window quickly glides back up and the car takes off in a hurry.
The temptation of pushing her head down is far too strong for me not to give in and fuck, it feels amazing when my tip hits the back of her throat. I hold her in place just long enough for her to gag, then I relinquish control, dropping my hands to my flexed thighs.
She starts working my cock, her head bobbing as she takes me deep again and again. That magic tongue of hers causes my muscles to tremble so hard my legs begin shaking on both sides of her body. My dick is throbbing, the ugly veins pulsing next to her tiny perfect fingers as she grips me.
She’s so utterly perfect like this.
I flick my stare to King. This is the first time I’ve been with Iris without him being included since we’ve decided to share her. His dark blue eyes are hooded while he takes in every lick, gasp, suck, and grip Iris gives to my dick. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the heat in his gaze tells me everything. He’s just as turned on seeing my cock in her mouth as he is when he’s fucking her too. He meets my gaze, letting me witness all the emotions he’s feeling for myself and Christ, I feel it deep. The passion between us is primal, something so raw we’d never be able to stop it if any of us were to try.
I thrust upward, the impulse too overwhelming once again. Even though I may be coming across as impatient to her… I’m fucking proud of this restraint. My little nudges for her are nothing compared to the urgency flowing through my dick. I slide my hands behind my head and edge forward on the seat a little until my legs are fully sprawled open, trying to relax enough to enjoy her slow tease.
King catches my eye once again; this time it’s his impatient pulling and tugging of his own cock while he focuses on Iris sucking me off that has me about to spill. Fuck. This is hot. Watching him want her, knowing for the moment she’s mine and he’s giving this time to me. It would be nothing for King to slide over in the seat and convince Iris to take care of him as well.
My patience is thinning, the pressure building until finally, I take over. I move both hands to the sides of her face and pull her down over and over again, fucking her mouth around her gags while her saliva streams out all over my lap. Her heaved cough stalls me long enough to pull her into my lap. Her little sundress gives me full access to just push her panties to the side and slide her down my cock.
Her warmth is everything I need. One dip into her pussy and I’m coming like a damn virgin and I don’t even care. I’ll make it up to her over and over again. I move her hips up and down, riding the intense sensations until the cum stops spilling.
I grab her throat and extend my arm, holding her so her back arches and her tits tilt upward. With my free hand, I tug her dress down and expose her, giving both King and me a new memory to jack off to in the future.
She starts grinding on me, chasing her own high. I slip my hand between her legs and circle her clit until her breathing shifts. It’s the bite to her nipple that sends her over the edge while I take in the best view in the world: my girl coming undone, unapologetically greedy and possibly insatiable. I hope she’s ready for the next few days, because we have a lot of catching up to do.
Low, gruff moans beside me, tell me King enjoyed the show himself and for once in a very long time, I have a gut feeling that everything will be fine. We will make it through it all and we’ll have a lifetime of moments just like this .