Chapter 17 JOVI #2
“You want to fist my cock, Jovi?” he murmurs, and I eat it up. His words set me alight on a normal day, but with his eyes looking down at me the way that they are, I feel like I’m about to turn into nothing more than ashes and dust in Haze’s lap.
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
He leans down and presses a few, gentle kisses to my forehead, before crossing the space behind me and settling on the other side with Beau.
“Get me slick and ready for her, baby.”
Whoa, that’s hot.
Beau immediately drops to his knees and pulls at West’s towel, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind us.
He lifts his hand and wraps it around West’s length, before taking it into his mouth.
Haze and I watch as Beau licks and sucks along his shaft, and involuntarily, I grind my pussy against Haze’s hard cock, desperately searching for friction.
I think I can get off like this. There’s a towel between us, but I’m in nothing but a thong which makes it easier, I guess.
Beau gargles, slurps and moans on West’s dick like it’s going out of fashion, and Haze reaches out to help me out, knowing exactly what I need.
I grind against him, both of us fueled by West’s deep moans, and in seconds, West rips away from Beau then returns to my right side.
I’m overcome with excitement as West reaches out and grips my hair.
The possessive movement isn't to restrict me in any way, but to be as close to me as possible. I bring my right hand up and wrap it around his thick length, my pussy pulsing from the knowledge that Beau just had his hot, wet mouth around it. I glide my fist from his base to the tip, and I swipe my thumb through the slick pre-cum there. I release him, loving that his reaction is to frown at me, then I slowly bring my thumb to my mouth, then trail his pre-cum along my lips before sliding it inside. I taste every bit of him that I can, sucking my thumb clean before pulling it out with a pop. My eyes fall to Haze who’s gazing up at me in stunned amusement.
“You’re gonna be the death of us, you know that, right?
” Beau murmurs, and I meet his beautiful mismatched eyes, shooting him a look of pure innocence.
Except I’m pretty sure the jig is up. I'm no angel. I’ve learned a lot about myself since meeting West, and if that confidence makes me the opposite of saintly, then so be it.
My eyes fall to Beau’s heavy dick, and without a second thought, I grab it.
Because I can’t not. In no time, I’m fisting both their cocks as they stand on either side of me, their hips thrusting into my palms, the whole time, my eyes are on Haze.
“Fuck this,” Haze growls, impatience winning out.
He shimmies beneath me, creating room for him to pull the towel away from around his body.
It gets caught on our bodies, but it doesn't matter because it seems his goal was to unveil his cock.
He reaches down, pulling me closer to him and lines the head of his dick with my entrance.
He slides it through my arousal, and I'm already so sensitive.
I don't think it'll take much to make me come. “Wow, Princess. You’re already fucking soaked for me.”
“Yeah, calm down. It’s because she’s fisting our hard cocks,” Beau says, and Haze just rolls his eyes, before gently guiding me down onto him until I'm fully seated on his dick.
“Hmmm… I’ve been craving this all day,” I murmur, giving in to him as he starts to move my hips back and forth, hitting a spot so deep inside me that I’m not even sure if I’m breathing.
Beau and West continue thrusting, their hands caressing my body and threading through the strands of my hair.
I look up when I hear them kissing, moaning into each other’s mouths.
“You’re such a good girl for us, Jovi,” Haze chokes out, and I continue to ride him even faster than before. This feeling… I don't ever want it to stop.
“You want me to come on your cock while my fists fuck our guys?” I tease, my breathing labored as I pick up the pace, chasing my orgasm like it’s a fucking race to the finish line.
“God, baby. You fucking know I do.” Haze looks absolutely ravenous. Watching me pleasure West and Beau while we fuck. It’s honestly so perfect.
“Do you hear that?” Beau says, now completely still in my hand, and I look over and notice the confusion flickering across his features.
I slow to a stop, much to Haze’s disappointment, my breathing uneven as my every sense snaps to attention.
A faint, unfamiliar engine noise cuts over the sounds of ragged breaths, and it's only getting louder with each passing second.
“Is that a fucking helicopter? I swear to God, if it’s the fucking news—”.
He doesn’t even finish his sentence before he’s sprinting up the stairs.
We’re right behind him because if they're doing a live report, we’ll be giving them a whole other type of show.
This house has windows for walls. I race to my room and rummage through my dresser, searching for something passable to wear that covers up any evidence of what we were just doing.
The last thing any of us needs is to be known around town for looking freshly fucked and cock drunk on live TV.
I rush into the bathroom and stare at my reflection in the mirror, and it's like I’m seeing myself for the first time.
My hair is wild, my cheeks are flushed, and my eyes have a smile of their own.
I look like I’ve been fucking but there's not much I can do about that.
Everything about the woman staring back at me is different.
I mean, I'm still me. But in so many ways, I'm not.
I'm happy. Was I happy before? Of course I was.
But this is a whole other level and I have them to thank for that.
I wrestle one of my summer dresses the right way around and slide it on, tugging it into place.
I run my fingers through my hair, an attempt at making it look somewhat presentable, and aggressively spray on some deodorant because, well, let’s be honest, everyone knows what sex smells like.
The deep, rhythmic thrum grows obnoxiously louder, roaring somewhere above the house.
Yep, definitely a helicopter.
The windows rattle as we hurry back down the stairs, and I glance over to see that the guys didn’t bother to put on t-shirts.
How typical. West is in his usual dark pair of blue jeans, and Haze and Beau are in baggy sweatpants, completely unbothered.
Like some half-dressed, tattooed wolf pack, and I’m standing right in the damn middle of it.
“How's my hair?” Beau says, and Haze shoves him a little because of course that's what he's most worried about. “Guys, I'm serious?” Ignoring him, Haze opens the front door and we follow close behind, West’s fingers brush against mine as we stand on the front porch of the house.
I blink.
And blink.
Because I don't think I'm seeing things correctly.
There's a huge fucking helicopter in the driveway, and standing beside it is…
My chest knots and my heart flies straight to my throat as Phoenix, Axl, Zane and Shiloh step down from the helicopter.
One by one I watch as their boots hit the ground with a thud.
The rotors thunder overhead, whipping sand and loose gravel into the air, drowning out the sound of my erratic heartbeat.
I don't think I'm registering any of it, because right behind them is Theo Carrington.
The air in my lungs vanishes, and the world starts to tilt. I can feel the moment West sees him too because his body stiffens beside me, his shoulders growing rigid, and his fingers that were just brushing my hand disappear like they were never really there.
Theo doesn't know about them. Beau and Haze.
The fact that they've been in a secret relationship for years and all of that is about to come to a screaming halt because there is no way any of us can get out of it now.
He also doesn't know that I've spent the past two weeks living it up with them. His father… fucking hell.
I mean, technically, we didn't come together, but that doesn't take away from how incriminating this looks. None of them have shirts on for Christ’s sake.
The second we make eye contact, my chest feels like it's about to crack open from sheer panic.
Is this it? Is it over before we ever truly began?
West might have been all in moments ago, but with Theo standing there, looking back at us with a mix of confusion and realization plastered to his face, I'm not so sure.
He's the most irrational guy I've ever known.
I feel a heavy, sick sense of despair settle in my gut.
When my eyes meet Shiloh’s, the recognition is instantaneous.
She immediately launches into full damage control and I love her for that.
I force as much casual as I can into my stance, trying to pretend that everything is fine, to fix this before it explodes, even though my brain is all over the place and there's really nothing I can do now.
Shiloh breaks away from the others and all but runs toward me, her arms outstretched. I can't move, I can't even react as she throws her arms around my body, hugging me tightly. Her energy feels like a fucking life raft.