Chapter 15 WEST #2
“Are you ready, Jovi?” I murmur, and she hums in response.
Good enough for me. I glance at Beau. His eyes wide, his hair-tie long gone as his hair falls to his shoulders.
Fuck, this man is beautiful. Everything about him makes me weak, and I don’t know how I got so lucky.
“Beau? I want your mouth on her. Taste our pretty cunt for me, baby.”
“Yes, Sir,” he answers, voice rough and tight with anticipation.
Haze and I watch as Beau drops to his knees, hands moving along the curve of her hips, then brushing over the fabric of her panties.
His fingers find the lacy waistband, teasing the skin beneath the elastic a little, his eyes glued to her every movement.
With a smirk, he pulls them down over her hips, and she writhes under his gentle, teasing touch.
His eyes widen, the flames from the candles dancing in them as he slowly spreads her knees further apart, opening her for him.
He leans in closer, brushing his lips against the hollow of her knee, then trails a path upward, kissing along the inside of her thighs until he reaches her cunt.
She’s fucking dripping. He glides his tongue along her slit, and the growl that escapes his lips has my own cock weeping.
I shift off the bed and kick off my jeans.
I don’t want anything in the way of this.
“Do you like the way his tongue feels tasting your pussy?” I murmur, palming my aching cock as I stand back and watch Beau make our girl feel good.
“Yes! Beau, your tongue feels incredible eating me. I need more, baby. Please.” She reaches out and grips his hair, her bound wrists aren't enough to hold her back from our guy.
“You're such a greedy fucking slut, aren't you, Trouble?”
“Oh, God!” Her voice is jagged as her breaths grow uneven, and I take the candle from Haze, my fingers brushing against his slightly as heat starts to seep into my palm.
“Haze. Get on the bed. I want you to fuck her mouth while Beau fucks her pussy.” Three whimpers at once.
That has to be a record. Beau leans back and then gets to his feet, reaching out to grip her hips.
He pulls her closer to him until she’s hanging off the bed a little, making it easier for him to fuck her.
Haze is beside her in seconds, on his knees and hovering above Jovi's head.
His eyes flick to mine and I nod, letting go of the control because I know they need this.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, Princess?” His voice lights Jovi on fire, and she nods eagerly, her mouth opening on a gasp when Beau slides his cock along her pussy.
“Haze. I want to taste you. Please.”
“I'm gonna make this so good for you, baby,” Haze says, reaching out to sit her up. He fists her hair and lines her up with his cock, ramrod straight in her face. Haze calling a woman baby was not something I ever thought I'd hear, but I guess we're doing this.
“You're soaking fucking wet, Babydoll!” Beau breathes out, his brows dipping as he coats his cock in her arousal. Fuck this is perfect. Watching my guys lose themselves to this woman… damn.
“Open up for me, Princess,” Haze says, and she does.
He brings her closer, gently brushing his cock against her lips before he slides inside her mouth.
Haze has a big dick, a little bigger than Beau’s, and watching Jovi take him to the back of her throat is fucking heaven.
She doesn't even gag as he starts to thrust, fucking her mouth like this will be the last time it happens.
Will it be the last time? I don't want it to be.
I mean… How can anyone let this woman go?
I curse myself for even thinking that, because those thoughts only lead me back to visions of her and my son together, and if we're doing this?
I can't picture her with anyone else but me and my guys.
What kind of an asshole am I for being jealous of my own goddamn son? There's something wrong with me.
“Jovi, Babydoll, I'm gonna need you to relax for me,” Beau says, slowly nudging his cock inside her.
“God, you're so fucking tight!” She moans around Haze’s length, but there aren't any signs of discomfort as she bobs her head up and down. Haze’s hands are in her hair, and he dips his head back, eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure she's giving him.
His lips part as he gives in to her, and when Beau is fully seated inside, he grips her hips and starts to fuck her.
Slowly at first, before his movements grow wilder and wilder.
Haze lifts his head, glancing over to me, and the corners of my lips are tilted into a smile. His eyes don't leave mine as Jovi sucks him, and when I nod, he pulls out, gently resting her head back on the mattress. Good boy.
“I want you to let go, baby. I want you to surrender yourself fully to us.” I murmur, and she moans when Beau slows his pace.
“I-I do. I submit. I want to feel everything. Please. I just want you to make me feel good. I want you to feel good taking me. Please, Daddy. Make me yours.” I fucking growl as I round the bed and settle in beside Haze.
“You sure about that?” I reply, and I watch, fucking captivated by the way she squirms beneath Beau’s hold. “Letting go might sting a little.” Her breath catches when Beau steps back completely, probably realizing what's about to happen.
“Ugh. I don't care. I want you to hurt me. I want you all to mark me. To claim me as yours in every fucking way. I want to walk away from here with your memory written across my skin for all time,” her pulse starts to skyrocket as she lays herself bare for us.
She wants us. For now. For always. But she's letting us decide.
“You want me to mark you, Jovi?” I growl, my voice edged with heat.
Her mind is racing. I can tell by the way she shifts beneath the candlelight.
But I can't give her this without knowing fully she's prepared to let go. This will only work if she does. Every inhale she takes is ours. Mine, Beau’s and Haze’s, and I want her leaving this fucking house knowing that.
“Yes. Do it. Please…” I press in closer.
“Pleasure and pain… they're separated by a razor thin line, baby. Can you handle that?”
“Yes!” I look over at Beau, and he nods before slamming inside her. Her back arches, her lips parting as Beau fucks her. Hard. Haze moves in, gently pinning her shoulders to the bed, then reaching down to twist her nipples. “Fuck! Oh my God!”
“He's not here, Princess,” Haze mutters.
And just when she's almost ready to come, I tilt the candle, letting the wax drip slowly across her skin. She flinches at first, the heat sharp enough to startle her, but when Beau fucks into her deeper, wilder, she’s fucking screaming.
I watch as her muscles tighten, watch as Haze pinches her nipples between his fingertips, then, when she climbs higher and higher, I tilt the candle again, this time letting wax drip across her stomach.
“Oh! Fuck yes! More! I need more!” Her cries are filled with urgency, completely unrestrained, and they're like a fucking song to the three men hovering above her.
I leap off the bed and set the candle down on the dresser, then I turn, picking the chair I'd been sitting in moments ago up off the floor, and setting it upright.
I drag it across the wooden floor, the scrape of legs against the floorboards cutting through the sound of raging wind still rattling the walls, and I position it in the center of the room.
I look over to see that Beau has stopped, probably wondering what the fuck I'm doing.
“Jovi. Come.” Haze springs from the bed, and Beau follows, helping Jovi, still blindfolded, to her feet.
Their hands guide her carefully, shifting her weight and turning her until she's facing the chair.
I take a seat, watching the way Beau helps her settle on top of me, and the gasp that leaves her pretty, freshly fucked lips makes my balls throb.
I untie her wrists, then take off her blind fold, and when she blinks up at me, something shifts inside me.
My chest tightens and I feel like I might stop breathing.
My cock twitches against her bare pussy, and I know she felt that.
“I want you, West. Don't take this away from me. I'm all in.” Haze moves around to our left, while Beau settles in the spot on the opposite side.
“You have no idea just how badly I want you, Jovi. I can't stand it.”
“Shh… I know. You have me. You all do. I don't want to leave here without knowing I have you too.” Just as she says the words, I crash my mouth to hers.
“You have me,” I breathe out between each kiss. “All of us. I have nothin’ else to give you, Jovi.”
“I don't want anything else, West. Don't you think we owe it to ourselves to see what this is between us?” I pull back, immediately missing our contact, searching her eyes for any signs of doubt but I don't see any.
Just her and her truth. I nod once, and she clears her throat.
“Use your words, Daddy.” The laugh that escapes Beau and Haze has my own lips threatening to break my composure.
“Yeah, baby. I guess we do.” Jovi kisses me again, then rises a little, giving me enough room to glide my length along her dripping cunt before she fully seats herself down onto me.
My eyes blur at the fucking corners as she grips my shoulders, rising up a little before slamming back down.
My head tilts up to stare at Beau, stroking his beautiful cock, watching Jovi ride me with hooded eyes.
I lean forward and he moves in, sliding into my mouth.
He tastes like heaven. Like pussy and pre-cum.
He bucks his hips over and over, before he's fully fucking my mouth.
“West! Fuck I wanna come down your fucking throat, baby,” he says, his voice hoarse from the sheer ecstasy of this moment.
Jovi fucks me harder, and I realize she's sucking Haze’s cock, moaning unintelligible words as I start to thrust up into her.
My fingers dig into the sensitive skin of Jovi’s hips, and I can feel her arousal drip down my fucking balls as she starts grinding against me.
Beau pulls back, and I collect myself, drunk on the taste of him.
“I want to feel your mouth on my balls, baby,” I gasp, and without hesitation, Beau walks around to the spot behind Jovi, then lowers to his knees.
Beau takes my heavy balls into his mouth one at a time, sucking and licking Jovi’s and my combined arousal, and I can’t fucking think straight.
I’m completely lost to Jovi’s moans filling the room as I watch her glide her pussy up and down my cock.
“Ffffucckk! Yeah, Princess. Just like that,” Haze groans.
“I love you like this, pretty girl. Feasting on my cock like a starving slut.” Jovi’s pussy clenches around my cock with each of Haze’s words, and I’m pinching myself because I’ve got a front row seat.
“Do you like making me feel good, Jovi? Do you like West watching you suck me?” Haze’s deep voice rolls over me, sending a wave of heat straight to my balls, throbbing in Beau’s warm, wet mouth.
Jovi moans as Haze fucks her throat, and I watch, utterly hypnotized by the way her eyes water for him.
Her saliva is fucking everywhere, and all I want to do is sit back and watch as she swallows his cum.
Haze rips back, removing his hard length from her mouth, and dammit!
I was perfectly content watching that scene unfold.
Jovi blinks, her swollen lips parted as she catches her breath.
Her brows knit together, confusion hanging between both of us as we watch Haze take a step back.
Jovi and I share a quick glance before looking back at Haze, who shoots me a wink.
He's so fucking hot taking control like this.
I've done a lot of that since we started this vacation, and I actually don't mind it.
Watching my lover take charge of us is actually refreshing.
As if it's my turn to take a back seat and let them take care of me.
Jovi stills, noticing the shift in the room.
“On your feet, Princess.” Reluctantly, I release my grip on her, and both she and Beau stand beside me, while I remain seated, waiting for Haze’s order.
“Tell us what you want, baby. Tell us all the depraved little things you’ve imagined us doing to you on this island.
” Jovi hesitates, her eyes growing wide, but then I see the corners of her lips tilt up.
“I want you all at the same time. I want you to coat my bare tits with your cum, and once you’ve claimed what has always been yours, I want the three of you to lick me fucking clean.”
Am I dead?
Did something hit my head downstairs when the window broke earlier, because if I come to and this was all just a dream, I’m going to be pissed the fuck off.
Jovi Jett Stone has a dirty fucking mouth.
Behind her girl-next-door, good girl facade, she’s actually a depraved little hellcat who knows what the hell she wants and when she wants it, and she’s not afraid to demand it either.
That is exactly what I like in a woman. Someone who isn’t afraid to put my guys or me in our places, and I don’t know why I ever tried to deny it, but she’s fucking perfect for us in every damn way possible.
“You heard the woman. Get on the bed.”