Chapter 19 #2
He bends his knees, grabs me under my ass, and lifts me onto his waist. We hit one of the barstools within a few strides.
I topple on its edge and hug him harder to keep from falling.
He already has his hands beneath my skirt, his thumbs hooked around my underwear.
His lips meet mine as he slides them off with haste.
I start to reach between us, but he bites my lip and shakes his head.
“Keep your hands around my neck or I’ll find something to tie them back with,” he warns.
My gaze drifts to the tinsel garland taped to the bar, and I lift my arms to spite him.
“Oh nooo, look at that, my arms slipped… Guess I better not show you the garland behind my ass.”
He gives me a look, teeth gritting like he’s trying not to smile. “Did you get a safe word yet?” he asks.
I can feel my eyes dilating even further. “Yes.”
“Say it for me.”
“Snowflakes.”
He scoffs. “Figures. Don’t forget to use it.”
Jax reaches behind me and rips the garland off the wall. Pieces of red and silver scatter on the floor, though he doesn’t seem to notice as he presses my wrists together and binds them.
He makes the prettiest bow, too.
“Next time, maybe I’ll tie you up,” I say once he has my arms back around his neck.
He releases a shuddering breath. “Only you, love.” He kisses my nose and slides his hands between us to unbuckle his pants. I feel his length spring free, and I groan into his neck when he slides his dick along my sore pussy.
“Fuck, Juniper. You’re so wet and swollen for me,” he breathes.
“Finish me,” I say in his ear.
In one swift motion, he’s inside me, and I collapse in his arms.
Holy shit.
His cock curves perfectly, hitting my spot with each long, deep stroke.
Not one thrust is off. It’s entirely intentional.
He’s bruising my ass and squeezing my throat, making me gasp and whine uncontrollably as he moves so fucking deliberately.
His name rolls off my tongue, along with a slew of curse words.
I don’t even think to care about anyone nearby hearing me.
I almost hope they do.
I’m flinching and holding on, on the verge of my release when I notice the windows.
Frosted over.
I can’t even think straight. God, how does he have me seeing shit? I blink as lights fill my vision, as I try to hold back my next scream.
My exhale is suddenly visible in the air.
And Nick is standing on this side of the locked door.
If I had any control over my body, I would have jumped at the surprise. I would question how in the fuck he got inside. However, Nick appears wholly pleased, the crooked smirk on his lips making me sink further into this web of pleasure.
I suddenly don’t care how he got in.
Jax’s mouth curls against my throat as if he can sense his brother’s presence in the room. “Right on time,” he muses.
Nick glances at the camera in the corner, apparently notices the red light missing, and begins walking toward us. On his way, he pulls down a nearby chair, swings it out to face us, and takes a seat.
I’m trying to keep my eyes from rolling back as I hang onto Jax, as I hug my legs around him. My knees hike, and somehow, it makes me weaker.
Nick doesn’t take his eyes off of me.
I haven’t felt this vulnerable in forever. Exposed. Watched. Entirely perceived and on display. In the back of my mind, a small part of me is saying to not look so much like a fish out of water, but the way Nick is looking at me… the way Jax is fucking me…
I can’t bring myself to even attempt to look composed.
I’m floundering.
“You’re stunning, angel,” Nick says.
My eyes widen as they land on him sitting in the chair, his cock now in his hand.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Jax lifts his head and kisses me. “Do you see how sexy you are? How much you drive the two of us mad?”
I bite my lip, whimpering and nodding. “Uh huh,” I pathetically manage.
“Stop hesitating, love,” Jax whispers. “You can come for us.”
I’m shaking, trembling, as I realize I am holding back.
I clench Jax tighter, orgasm on the verge of toppling over.
Nick continues to stroke himself, his eyes dark as he watches me.
His tongue runs over his lips, chin casting down.
Shadows swarm his features, and like yesterday, I swear I see a glint of silver in his hair.
Jax’s teeth rake against my throat. Pointed and sharp. Cold. The temperature and pain send my whole body erupting into chills. It feels like something breaks over my head, like a shimmering warmth coaxing me toward that end…
And the moment I see precum spill over Nick’s dick, I’m pushed over the edge.
I quiver and fold, and Jax holds me through it as he reaches his own climax. He curses into my neck, fingers indented in my ass, and I feel him release inside of me with one deep stroke that nearly brings me undone again.
I’m struggling to catch my breath, mouth agape. Jax presses his hand to my cheek, kissing me softly as he pulls out.
“Okay?” he asks.
I nod and finally open my eyes again. “Okay,” I manage.
“How okay?”
Something about the sly way he asks, coupled with Nick staring hungrily at me from the table behind him, makes me stiffen.
Oh my god, they’re not done with me.
And I honestly don’t know if I want them to ever be done with me.
I’ll gladly be their plaything.
“Bring her here,” Nick says, standing.
Jax picks me up under my ass and kisses me as he turns us around. My feet hit the floor unexpectedly, but before I can collapse or trip, Nick grabs me by the waist, whips me around, and pulls me flush. His lips land on mine, wide fingers stretching across my tender throat.
I’m so fucking weak.
I pull my bound hands close to my chest and open for him.
Another body leans on my back, hands on my shoulders.
Jax kisses down my spine, pulling my shirt down beneath my tits as he sinks lower and lower.
I’m so consumed with Nick’s lips, so obsessed with the way he feels like he’s healing my skin with his touch that I hardly realize Jax has my skirt and underwear around my ankles.
Nick bends low and picks me up. Jax snatches my clothes off. My ass hits the small, two-person table beside us, and when I open my eyes, I gulp.
They’re both staring down at me like I’m their prey.
Jax kneels in front of me and drags his fingers down the side of my face. I lean into his touch, side eyeing Nick as he reaches for his length again.
“Our perfect little slut. All tied up and waiting for us,” Jax taunts. “Spin around and lie across the table, darling.”
I follow his directions without hesitation.
I know I could stop them at any time, declare enough, that I’m tired and hungry. Even still, I have zero intentions of stopping this. I want them both, however I can have them.
I spin around, body laying across the table. Jax pulls up a chair between my legs, and the smile on his lips when he picks up my thighs and sets them on his shoulders makes me snort.
“Don’t look so pleased,” I tease him.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for hours.”
Nick’s shadow cascades over me as he steps to my side. He crouches down, and I sigh at the deep concern and longing in his gaze.
“Are you okay?” he asks, pushing my hair back.
I nod, and he lifts a brow, making me almost smile.
“Yes,” I answer him.
He flicks my chin with his knuckle and kisses me softly. “So exquisite,” he whispers. “Lie back and open wide.”
I do, and I catch Jax’s hungry smirk on my way down.
My back hits the cold table, head extending over the edge. I watch Nick stroke himself a couple of times, and I drop my jaw in waiting. He taps his cock against my tongue twice, letting me taste his precum. Making me more desperate for all of him.
And the moment he lets me wrap my lips around his tip, Jax’s tongue licks the length of my pussy.
I hum and jerk, eyes closing. Fuck. Nick coaxes my throat gently like he’s taking it slow, easing me into taking him entirely. I try to swallow my spit and control my squirms as Jax feasts, but he has his hands hooked around my thighs, refusing to let me wrestle free.
My body is going through so much, I don’t know how to focus.
Nick thrusts deeper. Deeper. Pushing past my gag reflex and down my throat.
I hear him curse as tears streak down my face and into my hair.
He braces his hands on the table, slowly moving in and all the way out.
Every time I gasp for air, I swallow and open wide for more.
Shit, I’m going to come again.
My bound hands try to reach for the bun Jax has his hair pulled into, but I’m just out of reach, the tips of my fingers brushing his scalp instead. I feel him chuckle on my clit before he sucks it into his mouth, forcing me to groan around Nick’s length.
My back arches off the table. Nick takes a step back and grabs me by the back of my neck. I’m at his mercy as he pulls me over to my side. I barely have my forearm under me before he nudges my mouth around his cock again, and I hungrily oblige.
I bob and slurp, savoring the minuscule bit of control he’s giving me now that I’m sitting up. My thighs clench around Jax’s head. I’m one moment from losing it, one moment from coming on his tongue and choking on Nick until he spills down my throat.
I’ve never felt so wanted, and it’s turning me nearly delirious with happiness.
“Shit, Juniper. Fuck—”
His fingers tighten in my hair. He holds me steady. Jax’s fingers dig into my thighs so I don’t crawl away, and as I reach my own climax, Nick staggers and floods my mouth.
I hum and groan around him, muscles jerking and shaking. Jax’s smile spreads against my pussy. He licks me as I swallow Nick’s cum.
Does he… does he taste like cinnamon?
Dear god, I’m hallucinating now.
Nick hangs his head and releases his grip on my hair. He pulls out of my mouth, breathing heavily. I watch him return his pants to his waist, and he settles onto the table beside me once Jax has me sitting up straight again, my thighs back on the table.
Jax takes my legs into his hands and begins massaging my calves. Nick reaches beneath my chin, turns my head to his, and kisses me softly. The gentle embrace calms my racing heart, and nearly makes me forget how flimsy my muscles feel.
“You did amazing, angel,” he whispers. “So fucking amazing.”
“We’re just getting started, too,” Jax says, kissing the arch on my foot.
I lean my head on Nick’s shoulder. Jax reaches for my hands to untie the garland, and I start to laugh.
“I’m missing something,” Jax says.
“What is it?” Nick asks me.
“I was just thinking about having to clean this place again. Pretty sure this table and that stool should be burned.”
They chuckle.
“We’ll take care of it,” Jax says.
Nick kisses me on the forehead. “And then we’ll go sit on the road downtown and look at the lights.”
“Food?” I ask, suddenly starving.
“Anything our girl wants,” Jax promises.