Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18
L akeshia
Ichiro keeps checking the door as if I don’t know how long it’s been since Shinji and Takeshi disappeared. I know and I’m trying not to let the scenarios of what those two men could be up to distract me. A week has passed since I agreed to Takeshi’s request to share intel and work with Ichiro. In the days since, I’ve discovered Takeshi and Shinji didn’t exaggerate about their overactive sex drives.
They fuck all the time. And when they aren’t kissing, sucking, and plowing each other, they find every reason under the sun to caress me. Nothing else.
Their version of taking things slow with me is total bullshit. They rev my libido until I want to cry in frustration, then they have the fucking gall to act innocent while driving me wild. Since they no longer have to guard Katsuo and Portia, spending time with them means constant touching. And no stroke is the same.
Kicking them out last week didn’t do shit to cool me off. Although the frequency of their caresses decreased, their touches straddle the line of being simultaneously too many and not enough.
They run the gamut from absentminded, playful, casual, sensual to downright foreplay. I wish I could lay the blame at Shinji’s door, but Takeshi is an undercover beast with physical affection. For a man whose words hold the weight of the world, he sure can generate flaming desire with a brush of his hand.
No area of my body is safe. They’re slowly eroding my will to keep my distance. My body is on a constant simmer, waiting in desperation for the next touch to push me over the edge. Lord knows my hands have been doing an inadequate job lately, delivering small O’s that don’t compare to the first night when I took Shinji in my mouth while Takeshi took his ass.
Fuck, how am I supposed to concentrate now?
“I’ll return soon,” I say to Ichiro.
He spares me a skeptical glance but says nothing to put me on blast.
I can’t blame him. Even if I’m not an active participant when I catch Takeshi and Shinji together, I never deny my voyeuristic need to watch them. Something bigger than myself compels me to observe and it isn’t about the sex, although that is on another level.
After my conversation with Kori, I haven’t been able to disconnect my feelings the way I’m used to, and watching them together fills me with bittersweet emotion. There’s no denying I’m on the outside peeking into their beautiful relationship, wishing for a taste. Maybe that’s why I can never look away and leave them in privacy. For those few moments, I can pretend I’m next to them and the reason isn’t because I’m fulfilling my contractual obligations.
With a resigned sigh, I start downstairs, going from room to room. When Tora no senshi becomes my shadow, trailing me as I search, I’m not as bothered as when he would appear as if by magic, stare intently at me, then disappear as if he’d never menaced me from afar. Maybe he is an expert in some psychological warfare that I fell prey to.
But dammit, Shouldn’t he show me some appreciation after taking up residence in the elaborate cat tree I set up in the corner of my command center? As soon as he arrives, he unerringly leaps from branch to branch until reaching the top where he sleeps and monitors my every move during the day. If I didn’t know better, I would accuse Takeshi of using the feline to keep me in line. What’s worse is I can’t seem to stop buying the little terrorist gourmet treats that he gobbles up in one breath while treating me with disdain in the other. I’m not a masochist, but I swear he’s turning me into one.
By the time I get to the room farthest from the command center, I’ve found my quarries. Moaning filters through the door and I crack it to peek inside. All the moisture leaves my mouth to travel to my pussy. I clench my thighs to calm my throbbing clit, but spying Takeshi and Shinji’s naked bodies while wrapped in a heated kiss reawakens my need, driving me to a painful state after a long week of teasing.
“Shinji, your greed will make everyone suspicious,” Takeshi caresses Shinji’s hungry face, lingering on his bruised lips.
“Keishi-kun, I’m only asking for one more.”
From my vantage point, their bodies are in profile, making it impossible for me to see what Shinji does, but Takeshi’s hiss gives me an idea.
“You’re almost ready for another go.” Shinji peppers kisses along Takeshi’s chest, up his neck, and stops behind his ear.
Damn . They are so hot together.
I moisten my dry lips, but I want to lick Takeshi’s savory earthiness. My breasts swell and nipples tingle in anticipation, though only disappointment lies ahead.
Takeshi retreats until the back of his knees connects with a chair. He falls, but not before I glimpse his fully erect dick. I clench my empty pussy as resentment rises inside me. Takeshi and Shinji have dangled their promise to fuck me for too long. I’m so frustrated that the reason I shouldn’t fuck them has become a whimper in the face of my roaring need.
“Is your ass still ready for me?” Takeshi stretches a hand to Shinji who clasps the proffered limb and straddles his husband’s waist.
“Always.” Shinji produces a bottle of lube as if from thin air and presses it into Takeshi’s palm with a grin. “But just in case…”
After a few moments of what I assume is Takeshi reapplying the liquid, he settles himself more deeply into his chair and spreads his legs wide. His dick, hard and dripping pre-cum is on full display. I lick my lips wishing it was him. I have yet to taste him, and my patience is growing thin.
“Put me inside you.”
Shinji spins and I imagine Takeshi stretching his rosette. Shinji moans, “You feel so good, Keishi-kun.”
“Not as good as you.” Takeshi grabs a fistful of Shinji’s wavy hair and pulls his head in for a slow kiss.
From my angle, they aren’t fucking, but making love. Neither separates from their kiss for more than a few seconds before going back for more. Two beautiful men who could put angels to shame. Both examples of hard muscles and soft caresses, dark hair and pale skin, full of dichotomies that ensnare me when I least expect them.
This isn’t the first time I’ve witnessed the intimacy between them, but the ways they express their marital bond twist at my chest every time. They make me yearn for a connection like theirs. Make me want to be a part of the beautiful picture they paint.
For some reason, today, watching them overloads my senses. I’m not equipped to handle the rebellion inside me. I back away, wanting to escape from the scene playing out in the room and the unfamiliar emotions making a home in my chest.
I step back, but my eyes remain glued to the lovemaking that pulls at me. Too late, I recall Toro following me. I can’t move my foot fast enough and I land on the cat’s tail. He lets out an injured shriek and bolts down the hall.
I try to escape in his wake, but don’t get more than one foot in the air when Shinji calls out, “Lakeshia?”
Busted!
Takeshi and Shinji scramble to their feet. Takeshi’s dick glistens and points up, distracting me and making me envious all over again. They don’t even try to be modest by covering themselves.
“Do you need something?” Takeshi is the first to reach me. He extends his arm, but I flinch then stiffen to cover my initial reaction.
If I am going to remain unscathed, I can’t let them see how their relationship affects me. Makes me want things that will never be an option. I go on the attack. “Put your clothes on. We have work to do.” I spin to make my escape, but Takeshi clenches his hand around my arm.
“Not so fast, chiisai senshi no megami.” He peers into my troubled eyes.
No matter how much I try to block my emotions, I know I’ve failed when Takeshi’s usually stoic features crease in a worrisome frown. His perceptiveness can be a real pain in the ass.
“Keishi-kun, maybe we should?—”
“Find out what’s truly bothering Lakeshia? I agree. Come inside.”
Without getting my agreement, Takeshi leads me into the room. Fuck! While on the other side, I’d only had to deal with the visual stimulation Takeshi and Shinji provided. Now, besides watching the natural play of muscles along their naked bodies and the sensuous lines of their tattoos, I can’t help but inhale the pheromones and off-the-charts sexual scents in the room.
Takeshi’s hold isn’t difficult to break, but I’m not willing to risk finding out what happens after I challenge him. I’m beholden to him and the Kimura organization. Without his help, how much longer will I have to wait to exact my vengeance?
“What was that all about? And don’t use work as an excuse. Something else is going on, and I’m tired of you side-eyeing us,” Takeshi says.
He hasn’t released me, which makes my position more precarious when Shinji sneaks behind me, sandwiching me between their naked bodies.
With one last effort to free myself so I don’t have to face what’s happening to me, I say, “If I side-eye you, it’s because you aren’t taking my concerns seriously. Case in point, I found you two fucking like my life isn’t in danger.”
“But Lakeshia.” Shinji kisses the side of my neck and an involuntary shiver takes me. Takeshi’s eyes narrow on my reaction.
“Your life is in less danger because of us.” Shinji’s voice still holds a deep resonance reflecting his arousal.
“Because the danger isn’t the problem here either, Shinji.”
Through Takeshi’s response, Shinji hasn’t stopped planting closed and open-mouthed kisses along my neck. Neither has my reaction stopped. If I pull away, I’ll only press into Takeshi and his still-hard dick.
“Of course it is,” I breathe.
“Don’t lie to us. You’re upset because we’ve denied you. Because while we’ve shown you respect to avoid another episode, Shinji and I haven’t stopped enjoying each other.”
“Fine! You got me! I want you to be as miserable as I am.”
Takeshi cups my cheek and I don’t shy away from glaring at him with all my pent-up frustration. “You should have said something.”
“I did! You weren’t listening. I told you I was ready, but you know me better than I know myself. Far be it from me to question the sage’s wisdom.”
Shinji snickers behind me.
“Enough!” Takeshi studies me, my rebellious stare, and the rise and fall of my breasts. Then he nods as if he’s made a momentous decision after debating with himself.
Could it be he’s had reservations about impregnating me this whole time and took advantage of my reaction? I open my mouth to ask him when he preempts me.
“If you say you’re ready, we’ll believe you. As a reminder, readiness isn’t solely about fucking. Can you handle our connection?”
His question reminds me of the scene I interrupted that sent me running, not out of anger but from having to confront my crazy emotions. I jerkily nod because that is my only recourse now after making a spectacle of myself. I have my pride, and she still doesn’t want to admit to me or these men that somehow they’re changing me.
An excited, “Whoop” from Shinji startles me into Takeshi’s arms, and oh, his skin feels so good. I sniff, though I fail at doing so discreetly.
“We should celebrate now. Lakeshia, you’re overdressed.” Shinji spins me around and slams his mouth on mine.
All the heat in my body that cooled during our confrontation flares to life, and I moan into Shinji’s demanding mouth. I raise my hands, delving them into his hair and holding him with a desperation I’ve never unleashed. I quickly take over the kiss, subduing his tongue with mine, nipping at his lips until he whimpers his submission to me.
It doesn’t matter that he is taller than I am, has more muscle, and is physically stronger. He melts into me and I’ve never felt this powerful, this desired. I’m drunk on the feeling, now that I’ve eagerly accepted my fate.
Then Takeshi rips me away to kiss me. I have no chance to dominate him the way I did with Shinji. I have yet to see Takeshi lose control, and he doesn’t. With this kiss, he masters my mouth, enslaves me to him the way I’ve seen him do to Shinji countless times.
This meeting of our lips and tongues is so different from the other instances during the week he’s tempted me. I grab hold of him because if I don’t, I doubt my legs will hold out.
Is this Takeshi at his most dominant? If so, maybe I’m not ready after all.