Chapter 12
BANE
Idon’t remember this time. Instead, it’s just darkness, and I only wake when I hear a shuffle next to me. I peel back my eyelids, seeing Georgiy beside me, my face on his bare chest, my hand resting over his heart.
Oh. Oh my. He didn’t move at all. Didn’t escape. And he let me touch him last night.
I’m horny just thinking about it.
“What time is it?” I ask, blinking at the sunlight coming through the open blinds.
“Morning, chortyónok. You slept all night. You barely moved and didn’t make a sound.”
“Oh. Well. It was pure darkness this time. Seems you tired me right out.”
I lean up and he stares up at me. He looks sleepy, his hair a mess. I want to run my hands through it, but I resist.
“I should get angry at you more often.”
“I’d prefer you didn’t.”
I wriggle on top of him, and my hands hover above his chest. “Can I touch you again?”
He hesitates a moment and then murmurs, “I need to meet with Anthony.”
My bottom lip juts out, and I find myself pouting. “Can’t it wait?”
“No.”
I sigh and then shift off him, watching as he rolls up, my eyes snagging on the long vertical scars on his back. I need to know where those came from. I need to ask around. I think if I asked him for an explanation, he wouldn’t tell me. He’s a private man. A very sexy one at that.
“I’ll find you when I’m done,” he says as he pulls on his shirt and buttons it up. Oh. Oh dear. Is he really going to wear me for a little longer? That makes me ridiculously horny and happy. My dick won’t go down all day thinking about it.
Georgiy moves into the bathroom as I stroke myself, and I hear the door lock behind him. Silly man. Doesn’t he know I could go in if I really wanted to? I don’t, though. I just lie there, hand on my dick until he reappears, his hair put back in place, the scent of my cum wafting toward me.
“You’re still wearing me?”
“Of course.”
His eyes flick to mine, to my dick, and then he leaves me there, naked and needy. Hmph. I’ll have to find another way to get off. Maybe if I scour the halls long enough, I’ll find someone to give me a show. There are so many horny people here. Lots of fucking. Lots to choose from.
Sadly, everyone is behaving and incredibly boring today, so after Agatha feeds me breakfast and I take my vitamins, I end up in the garden with Angel and Jake, the two of them hard at work planting bulbs in the soil.
“Did you put sunscreen on?” Angel asks, his hands moving a little slowly as he tries to sign at the same time. Only problem is, he doesn’t seem to know the sign for sunscreen, so he has to fingerspell it. It takes him a bit.
“No, I forgot,” I say with a shake of my head, signing as well.
Jake pulls a small container from his back pocket and tosses it at me. “Put it on before you burn.”
I sigh, squirting some on my hands and rubbing it into my arms. It smells nice, like hemp and herbs. With Jake being such a hippie, I bet it’s organic too.
Angel turns back to fiddling with the dirt, but Jake watches me intently, moving to help me smear some on the back of my neck. He has nice hands, strong and callused. I bet they’d hurt a dick really nicely.
As he continues to rub the cream into my skin, Teddy appears, walking with a basket in his hands. His steps falter when he sees Jake’s hands on me, but I just wave.
“Hi!” I say as Jake turns to look at him.
Teddy simply nods, averting his eyes from Jake and turning them to Angel. And without a word, he hands him a basket of something before moving away.
I watch him go, and so does Jake, his hands moving to spread some sunscreen on my face.
“I think he’s mad at me,” I sign to Jake, my fingers knocking into his.
Jake huffs. “No,” he replies, his fingertips slightly white from the sunscreen. “I think he doesn’t like me. He’s always staring at me in annoyance.”
That makes me laugh, a loud snort bringing Angel’s gaze up to meet mine.
“What’s funny?” he asks.
“Jake thinks Teddy doesn’t like him,” I say and sign.
“Oh,” Angel replies and then giggles. “That’s silly.”
“Why is it silly?” Jake signs.
I want to tell him, but I think Teddy needs to be the one to make him see. So I say nothing, just shrug.
Jake continues to stare at me and then sighs, changing the subject.
He chats instead about what he and Angel are doing and the plans they have for the garden while they’re staying here.
I listen intently, finding that time spent away from Georgiy is passing much quicker with someone to talk to, something to distract me.
It gets even better when Kit and Jax make an appearance, deep in conversation, their hands brushing as they walk. It’s as if they see no one but each other. It will probably end up getting them killed, if I’m honest. They’re so oblivious, someone could easily take them out.
But still, the two of them together is hot. I fan my face slightly, unable to look away, the chemistry between them so palpable that even Jake feels it.
“Wow,” he signs, and I nod, watching as the two of them come to an abrupt stop and blink, as if they’ve just noticed us watching them.
“Oh. Hey,” they say in unison, almost breathless. Jax steps a little farther away from Kit, who shifts awkwardly on his feet. He really does have the best skin. All those freckles. Just delicious. Like a sprinkle cupcake.
“Hi!” I wave my hand around and then go silent.
“You okay?” Kit asks and then peers at Jax from the corner of his eye. “I think…um, do you think Bane is upset?”
Jax stares at me, and I jut my lower lip out. I’m not upset in the slightest, but maybe if they think I am, they’ll touch again. I do like watching them do that.
“Oh, yes. I am very sad,” I say dramatically and sign at the same time, so Jake is not left out.
“Shit. Well, can we do anything to cheer you up?” Kit asks, his cheeks flushing. “Name it and we’ll do it. Within reason.”
I make sure to interpret that so Jake can follow along. While he is very good at reading lips, it’s not always accurate, and if I can make communication easier for him, I should. It’s the decent thing to do.
“Well, I think some more touching would be nice. Maybe under the shirt, and you know, if you want to take your dicks out and stroke them, you should.”
Jax runs a hand over his face and turns to look at Kit. “I guess we could, you know, to make Bane feel better.”
I make sure to sniffle really loudly so they can hear how distressed I am.
Jake nudges me as Kit and Jax turn to face each other, and he grins.
“You’re clever,” he tells me.
“I am,” I sign.
I turn back and see Kit standing there while Jax slowly lifts his shirt up, exposing his built chest and happy trail.
I shift on my feet, and Jake nudges me again. “They gay?”
“I don’t know. They deny it, but I think they like each other.”
“Well, they look at each other like they do.”
Angel shifts his eyes from his flower bulbs to Kit and Jax before smiling and turning back to his work.
Jake and I watch it all, though. I can’t peel my eyes away from them, the way their eyelids flutter as they touch.
Their hands disappear under each other’s shirts, dragging against skin, making their lips part in winded breaths.
I’m getting hard just watching it. I mean, I’ve been hard for ages. Ever since last night—Georgiy, his chest, the way he tasted, the way he felt against my lips and palms.
I touch my dick, rubbing my hand along it, trying to ease the ache between my legs.
I want Georgiy to show up and command me to come. I’d do it too.
Kit groans, and Jax tweaks his nipples, his hips shifting forward as if looking for friction.
Oh, my. Push him against the tree and suck him off, I think as I push my waistband down and drag my hand down my bare cock. Maybe Georgiy will find me here. Maybe he’ll punish me for being a bad boy.
The thought of him possessing me makes me hornier than I already am.
My hand moves more aggressively against my stiff length, and Jax and Kit have no clue I’m doing this. But Jake does. He smirks and nods at me. “Want me to suck your dick?” he signs.
I stare at him, contemplating it. I don’t think Georgiy would like it. I think that would make him very mad. Should I continue to punish him, or do I forgive him for how rude he was earlier?
I did touch that sexy chest, and he wore me around all morning.
A moan slips out of me, and as if conjuring him, Georgiy is suddenly right beside me.
“Put your dick away,” he growls into my ear, and I gasp, my cock jerking and spurting cum from the tip. I stroke myself through it, my orgasm powerful and overwhelming. Just hearing him talk has the power to make me explode. Like a wily volcano.
Georgiy stares at me as I look up at him sheepishly. “Oopsie.”
His hand lands on the back of my neck, and he pushes me along. Kit and Jax have stopped touching now that they’ve been interrupted, so I just wave to them as Georgiy moves me away from everyone and farther into the woods.
“Are you taking me away to punish me?” I ask, my dick still not put away. It’s just hanging out there, flapping in the wind. He doesn’t stop to let me tuck it away, and I don’t bother. Because it’s already getting hard again. Maybe he’ll touch it, smack it, make it leak.
I’m pushed up against the trunk of a tree, my back scraping the rough bark as Georgiy looms over me, his hand against my chest, his fingers curling into my shirt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he snarls.
Oh. Oh yes, please.
“I was watching a very nice porno until you interrupted.”
He’s silent, just staring at me. “Were you going to join in? I saw what that man gestured to you.”
“It’s not a gesture. It’s a language, and I might have considered it, but I didn’t let him suck my dick.”
Said dick is now completely hard again.
“Good. Because you’re mine, Bane. Mine.” The way he growls it has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“But did you hear me say I considered it? I think that may deserve a punishment.”
The muscle in his jaw bunches.
“Is that what you want? Me to punish you?”