25. Twenty-one
Twenty-one
Beau
J ake’s hungry eyes blazed with interest as I held Fallon, her back to my chest. The low light of the bedside lamp hid little. I was sure he’d turn it off, insist on a blanket of darkness to hide the sinful deeds to come, but he didn’t.
Jake wanted to see. Though my role was to please his girl, I pretended the heated energy bloomed from a wanton need to watch my pleasure just as much as hers.
Her head dropped onto my shoulder while Jake undressed. My hands curved around her hips, brushing her torso to tug off her tank top.
Fondling her, I kissed her neck and allowed my eyes to linger on Jake as he worked his belt open. Slow, unhurried, eyes on fire. His focus could cripple me.
Cupping Fallon’s breasts and pinching her nipples, I enjoyed the deep-throated moan as she sank against me, her body pliant and warm from one climax. Bet we could give her a lot more.
Jake’s shirt hit the floor a moment later, his pants open and hanging dangerously on his hips. The hard and thick ridge of his dick tucked into the band of his boxer briefs, stiff and leaking at the tip.
I’d watched him jerk off. Seen him fuck Fallon. But he’d jerked himself in his shorts at the river, and a phone screen hadn’t given a good enough look at the glory of his cock.
Sliding his jeans down and kicking them away, Jake stood naked, proud, and on display. And why shouldn’t he?
“He’s a big guy, isn’t he?” I murmured, biting Fallon’s earlobe with a sharp tug between my teeth.
She gasped at the sting, sinking into me. She reached behind to stroke me. Impossibly hard and about ready to die, I could have come right there.
Her gaze locked on Jake’s, his lust-filled eyes no longer watching me. “He feels incredible inside me.”
I kissed her shoulder before resting my chin atop the smooth skin, studying Jake. “Where does he feel best? Where do you let him fuck you?”
“Everywhere,” he said, taking a step closer.
He fixed his attention on Fallon’s nearly naked body; her thighs pressed tight as she whimpered beneath his stare. The way he looked at her… the intensity. How could she handle it?
“There’s nothing I haven’t had and nothing my girl won’t let me take.” He caressed her cheek.
She leaned into his touch, the affection between them palpable. I swallowed the discomfort in my chest, reminding myself this was never mine. Tonight belonged to them. I was merely a prop in their torrid evening of debauchery and naughty play.
“When did I tell you to touch her?” The dark, rumbling displeasure coated my voice thick enough to have Jake drop his hand and step back.
Whispering against her ear, I instructed Fallon to slip out of her panties and get comfortable on the bed.
“On your back, hitch your knees. I want you on display.” I used the time to remove my shirt and shorts.
Fallon did as she was told, ever the good girl, leaving Jake and me without her as a buffer. Naked and proximate, each of us hard as steel.
Jake admired her sprawled on the bed, her pussy wet and open to us, pink and swollen with arousal. Her hair had come loose from the bun, and her pretty red strands splayed over the pillow. Her cheeks flushed, and her stomach flexed with every heavy breath—she was a sight, beautiful and electric. Enough to set my heart on fire. She burned me the fuck up.
“Sweet girl,” I breathed, overwhelmed to be standing in her room, reveling in an intimacy I didn’t think I would ever get with her again .
Jake’s hand gripped his shaft, stroking in long, rough pulls.The sneaky prick took advantage of my distraction.
“Hands off,” I barked.
He faced me, his anger and impatience fueled by that raging hard-on as he gestured to Fallon.
“You’re the one who gets to fuck her and touch her when you want. I’m dying, here!”
I rolled my eyes at Fallon, jutting my chin in his direction. “See? Told you he’s a greedy motherfucker.”
Fallon’s hands flew to her mouth as she laughed and nodded in agreement. “Loves to bang one out to ease the discomfort, then he’ll fuck you again right after until you think you can’t take anymore.”
Then he’ll fuck you…
I let it go, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Him fucking me while I fucked her.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
“You can’t touch yourself, horny bastard,” I growled.
His body turned to mine, his dick close enough to stroke if I wanted.
And I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I faced Fallon, willing myself to ignore Jake’s indignant glare.
Focusing on her wouldn’t prove a hardship. The soft lines of her body. Those tight nipples puckered in pleasure. Sinking into her, having her in my arms.
I gave a heavy swallow, groaning when she spread her legs a little wider.Glistening wet, her cunt was divine. I craved my tongue on her, my fingers, my cock.
“Love when you get needy, sweet girl.” Raking my teeth along my bottom lip, I imagined all the ways I’d have her tonight. “I’m going to take care of you.”
Jake’s arm shot out, blocking my path to the bed. Warmth rolled off him, the room hot and stagnant. His skin was damp with sweat, and his arm pressed tight against my chest to hold me back.
“I really can’t touch her?” He dropped his arm when my eyes drifted to verify we were touching. Lowering his voice, he murmured, “Or myself? Seems unfair.”
I clucked my tongue, enjoying the power he unwittingly gave me. “You wanted this.”
He sighed, gesturing to his hard cock. “Yeah, before I thought about this.”
Do not look at his dick. Do not look at his dick. Do not —
I looked at his dick. Fuck, I looked at his dick.
Jake gestured to my erection. “You’re about to get some relief. I don’t play games.”
He looked at my dick, decidedly less ashamed about it, likely because he didn’t want to choke on mine.
“Un-fucking-fair, you mean son of a bitch. I should call this off.”
I snickered, crossing my arms. “You’re doing that shit again, you moody baby.”
His jaw dropped, and Fallon shifted on the bed, resting on her knees and taking in the show. I shot her a wink. My sweet girl knew I was right.
“Doing what shit?” he scoffed, crossing his arms to match mine. Looked like a couple of horny fools fighting instead of fucking.
I took a step in his direction, inches separating us, heavy cocks hanging obscenely.
“That shit where you conveniently forget that you wanted this. You asked for it. You set the rules, and then you chicken out and get grumpy and mean about it.”
Jake uncrossed his arms, shifting from one foot to another before stepping to erase a few more inches between us. Fallon’s breath quickened, her tiny pants and gasps loud enough to hear from the bed.
Swear, she whispered, “Touch cocks.”
My glare only caused her to laugh and pretend to zipper her lips. Jake ignored us both.
His dark hair hung loosely in his eyes, the thick waves spilling during his tantrum. “Fuck you. I’m not chickening out, and I’m always grumpy and mean.” He spit into his palm and fisted the base of his dick, his hand stroking to the tip and down again. “I’ll jerk off if I want to.”
“Please do,” Fallon whispered from the bed. We glanced at her simultaneously as she shrugged and smiled coyly.
I sighed, smacking his hand away. “No.”
“You almost hit my dick!” he cried.
“No touching, dick.” I grinned at Fallon. “And no touching dick.”
She burst into laughter and shook her head in apology when Jake tossed her an unamused glance. He faced me and reached out to swat mine.
Predictable asshole that he was, I saw it coming a mile away and blocked it, gripping him by the wrist. The move forced him to jerk forward, the distance between us erased. Close enough now that the tip of his cock grazed my hip. Pre-cum leaked from the slit, leaving a sticky trail on my skin.
I withheld the groan bursting in my throat, biting down hard to clamp my jaw tight and pray it didn’t come out a whimper.
“We gonna do that alpha shit, huh?” Jake grunted, chest to chest now. His gaze locked on mine, pupils blown wide with arousal. His nostrils flared, his eyes on my mouth. He licked his lips, his voice an almost imperceptible whisper. “Waste of time when we’re all naked.”
The moment he leaned in, I panicked and stepped back, certain he would kiss me. Certain I misread the situation. Certain I would kiss him regardless and fuck up everything. Certain I didn’t know what I was doing after all.
He blinked, flinching slightly before clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair. “If I’m watching and not touching, you better make it worth it.”
“Should I let you fuck your girl after me?” I groaned, hands digging roughly into the plump flesh of Fallon’s ass as I pounded into her from behind. She squealed and mewled on all fours. “Christ, she’s a noisy one, isn’t she?”
Jake grunted from his chair in the corner like an unhappy prick as the mattress coils squeaked and the headboard clapped against the wall. What a goddamn soundtrack.
“Harder,” Fallon panted, that gorgeous ass bouncing as my hips hit her cheeks, fucking her so hard she had to steady herself against the headboard with one hand. The other stroked her clit. “Fuck me harder.”
I obliged, striking at a brutal pace to send the melody of skin slapping through the room, the air stale with sweat and sex. Miserably hard in his seat, Jake watched each drive into his girl, each contortion of pleasure on her face.
When her legs shook and her body went tight, I pulled out, despite her huffy complaints, and flipped her onto her back.
Jake sat forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he took in the new angle. I’d been fucking her for twenty minutes, changing positions every so often before either of us could come. Unclear who it tortured the most.
“Take out your dick,” I told him, easing into Fallon with slow, deep thrusts. My palm slid along the smooth skin of her leg, lifting it over my shoulder to view where I drove into her tight little cunt.
“Touch yourself, but only if your girl says you can. Sweet girl, you think that miserable cock needs attention?”
“Yes,” she gasped, biting her lip and nodding as she turned toward him. The look Jake shot her was an equal measure of appreciation and threat. I didn’t doubt he’d pound into her and annihilate her pussy after this. The goddamn brute.
“Think I should let him fuck you?” My head dropped in pleasure, each stroke bringing me closer to release. I could stay in her all night, selfish bastard that I was.
Fingers clawed into the sheets. She arched her back, lifting her hips to take me deeper.
“Yes. Please. Let him touch himself. Let him fuck me. He has the best cock. Try it out for yourself.”
Ceasing my thrusts, I gaped at her. “You really went there, huh?”
Fallon gasped a laugh as I tickled along her ribs until I had her squealing and trying to roll away.
“Naughty little tease,” I murmured, dropping her leg off my shoulder before she pulled a muscle while trying to escape. Still tickled her, though—the minx.
Delight danced in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around my neck and nipped playfully at my lip. “I thought we were taunting each other.”
I laughed, resting on my forearms as I shadowed over her. “Us.” I jutted my chin toward Jake, who sat agitated in the chair. I shot her a pointed glare. “Not us.”
She barely held her giggle. “Oh, my bad. I assumed—ohhhhh, shit, Beau,” she moaned, her nails digging into the back of my neck as I resumed my thrusts.
“I’m sorry. Never—” Breathless, she panted to get the words out. “Never… will… tease… God, there. There. Right there.”
The steady slap of Jake fucking into his fist and Fallon’s breathy whimpers would tip me over.
“Better hurry,” I rasped, glancing over my shoulder. The image of Jake stroking himself would forever be burned into my mind when combined with the warm, wet heat of his girl clenching around me. “She’s about to come.”
Unclear if Jake misunderstood or had his own plan, but a second later, he stood beside the bed, watching Fallon’s tits bounce with each pounding drive of my hips.
Towering over us, his commanding presence caused Fallon to rub her clit faster and rush out some incomprehensible words.
“Can I come?” he grunted, roughly jerking himself.
Can I come?
Holy shit. He was asking me. Jake wanted my permission.
“Beau,” he breathed. “Can I— ”
My toes curled into the mattress. Pleasure coiled at the base of my spine, rising to release with a roar.
“Yes,” I rasped, my voice hoarse and cracking. “Yes, come on her tits. She feels incredible. You’re heaven, sweet girl, you know that?”
I could fall in love with you if you’d let me.
But she wouldn’t. Not then, and not now. I fell into the weightless surrender of my climax instead, coming inside her just before Jake groaned his own agonized release, Fallon unraveling after both of us.
Her breasts were wet and sticky with Jake’s seed, and her chest heaved. Jake held his dick, still heavy in his hand, as he panted. I seized a long and relentless kiss, licking inside Fallon’s mouth. My arms wrapped tight to hold her close. I’d take her again immediately if I could, overwhelmed by the need to be connected and tied to her.
Jake’s finger trailed down her neck tenderly as she caught her breath from our kiss. My lips brushed along her jaw, over her collarbone, and down her breasts, sucking one nipple and then the next, the salty taste of cum on my tongue.
“New kink unlocked,” he murmured as Fallon grinned up at him. “Add that to the list of shit that’s hotter than it has any right to be.”
The sex, he meant, but my depraved heart fluttered with the false hope it was the cum play. Fuck, I loved cum play.
Jake swept the sweat-sticky hair from her forehead, leaning to kiss her temple and whisper, “I love you.”
I shifted to create space and take myself out of their moment, but Fallon grasped my arm before I could slide off the bed and into my clothes. “Jake will grab us some towels.”
He nodded, heading to the bathroom bare ass naked and unconcerned about it. When he disappeared from the room, Fallon cupped my face and pulled me in for another kiss.
“You good, Beau?” Her eyes flittered to mine, the soft shine elevating my blood pressure.
She looked delicious like that. Fucked and dirty and content. I got it—why Jake wanted her pleased by any means.
“I am,” I said, mostly meaning it. “You?”
Those eyes radiated love. Fallon was just… love. I always felt good with her. Even in the shit of life, she held my heart with a tenderness that made me believe I deserved it.
“Better than good,” she answered, shaking her head as her gaze dropped to the bed. “That felt right, right? All of us like that?”
Don’t say that. You can’t say that.
It seemed I should have set some rules of my own. Teasing my dick was one thing, edging my heart another.
They wanted uncomplicated and hot fun. They wanted me because I was uncomplicated.
Her eyes lifted to mine. “Things got heated. I thought for a moment that maybe you two would— ”
“Filthy degenerates, the both of you,” Jake said, returning with a couple of hand towels and taking a seat on the end of the bed.
The room stayed quiet as we cleaned up. I combed my fingers through my hair a few times, collecting my thoughts before standing to dress. Fallon tugged my hand to pull me back into bed.
“Stay. It’s late, Beau.”
Stay. Just tonight. One night.
I glanced at Jake, surprised when he didn’t fight her on it.
“I’m not a little spoon,” he grumbled, reaching to turn off the lamp.
Tumbling into bed beside Fallon, I said, “I saw your cock, bestie. You sure aren’t.”
He didn’t even smother me with a pillow in my sleep.