Chapter 17 #2
She thrusts her hips, riding my face.
I do the same to her.
I lose myself in a perfect moment.
However, when someone gently runs their fingers down my back, and it’s not Jupiter, reality crashes home.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I quickly untangle myself from Jupiter, meeting Kit’s eyes guiltily. “I’m sorry.”
Jupiter is surprisingly quiet.
“Shh,” he says gently, thumbing over my quivering bottom lip.
“This is okay?” I question, unable to read his response to finding me in bed with Jupiter.
He simply undresses.
In the partial darkness, I watch as he reveals his well-defined chest, sculptured abs, broad shoulders, and sharp collarbones that I want to trace with my tongue. His chain sits between his firm pecs, highlighting their definition.
His pants are slung low, revealing dark tuffs of hair sitting above the waistband of his CKs. That V-line points to what I know is nothing but utter perfection.
When he takes off his pants, both Jupiter and I hiss.
He is a work of art.
He stands by the bed, his erect cock hinting he’s as turned on as I am. I shuffle forward and get onto all fours. I take him into my mouth.
He gently threads his fingers through my hair, coaxing the speed and depth of my strokes. I like that he’s in control.
He’s big, and I almost forget how much so at times. What I can’t take into my mouth, I use my hand and begin stroking him in sync with my sucking.
His moans of approval spur me on.
I feel the bed shift and then a gentle sucking from behind. Jupiter is eating me out from behind.
Kit thrusts down my throat, and I gag, saliva cascading from the corners of my mouth. He wipes it away with his thumb, only to commence fucking my mouth.
Jupiter licks and sucks, gripping my hips and coaxing me to ride her face.
It’s perfect.
Kit hisses before gently taking himself out of my mouth. I look up at him, confused.
He reaches down and cups my cheek. “Get on your back.”
Jupiter shifts as I do as I’m told.
I respect the fact he never touches her.
And the same goes for her.
I’m the center of their worlds, and I’ve never felt more loved.
The moment I’m on my back, Kit climbs on top of me, and we kiss, an amalgamation of love. He sinks into me with ease, but with his girth, I whimper, needing a minute to adjust. He gives me a few seconds before fucking me hard.
This is still lovemaking.
But it’s raw.
It’s impassioned.
His cock sinks in and out, ensuring I feel every inch.
This is bordering on obsession for both of us.
Jupiter looks at me, and I nod. At this moment, what’s mine is hers.
She presses her lips to Kit’s, who kisses her back with his cock still inside me.
I watch as they make out, Kit fucking me while caressing her breasts.
It’s beautiful to watch.
I’m not jealous.
This is a one-night-only deal.
I come hard, screaming out my release, my body shuddering.
Kit pulls out, only to flip me onto my stomach. My legs are straight, and Kit coaxes me to lift my hips slightly. He slides on top and begins eating me out from behind. The sensation is incredible, but when he slides his tongue into my ass, I cry out.
Kit licks and sucks before thrusting my hips up so my ass is in the air and I’m on all fours. He continues eating me out, whispering how beautiful I am.
He sinks back into me, fucking me hard and long. My breasts rock back and forth with the force. But I want Jupiter to feel this too.
I move, pushing Kit onto his back.
Those tiger eyes eat me alive as I sink onto his cock and commence riding it. I nod at Jupiter, who straddles his face and begins riding it. This way, I can lock eyes with Jupiter with Kit inside me.
Kit thrusts into me while eating Jupiter’s pussy. She leans forward, and we kiss.
I feel complete.
I fuck Kit.
And I fuck Jupiter with my tongue.
She moans into my mouth, her body shuddering as she comes. As Kit begins playing with my clit, I explode soon after.
I ride Kit hard and fast, my hands on his chest. With his hands on my hips, he rocks me back and forth recklessly before he comes with a low, sexy growl.
I collapse onto his chest, our hearts beating as one.
He draws me into his right arm while Jupiter snuggles into his left. And with that, we fall asleep, sated and loved.
This is it.
This is where it ends.
Jupiter and I stand outside Jack’s door. The gate code hasn’t changed since he last brought me here, so it was easy to get in.
There are no cars outside.
The lights are on.
Before we left Kit’s, Jupiter gave him just enough sleeping tablets to knock him out for a few hours. They spoke over a cup of coffee, coffee that was laced, before she came into my room.
So he knew she was in there. That makes me feel okay with what we did.
But those thoughts are set aside as Jupiter passes me a black wig.
I run my fingers through the coarse hair, memories surfacing.
We both put on our wigs, feeling complete.
I nod at Jupiter, who rings the doorbell.
Jack won’t be expecting anyone, but he will wonder who’s at his door at two in the morning. I hide in the shadows, waiting to strike.
His footsteps echo, and the front door swings open.
“How’d you get in?” he says with a slur.
He’s drunk.
This just gets easier.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but my car broke down. Can I use your phone?” Jupiter puts on her most innocent voice, and in her revealing white dress, Jack doesn’t stand a chance.
“Of course, sweetheart. Sorry for being rude.” The fact he’s being so hospitable has me thinking he probably thinks she’s a grieving gift one of his buddies sent.
“Oh, that’s okay, mister.” She steps aside, only for me to step in front of her and punch Jack straight in the nose.
He staggers, taken aback by the attack.
But Jupiter and I don’t give him time to recover as we storm into the house, Jupiter locking the door behind her.
Jack is in blue silk pajamas, a robe, and slippers.
Rich boy clichéd much?
The sight only infuriates me further.
Jupiter and I attack him just as he did to me, using the memory to fuel this fire within me. We come at him from every side, hitting, punching, kicking, and biting. We’re a flurry of violence, a force too powerful for him to fight off.
He bumps into a side table, a vase shattering to the floor. I pick up a shard of glass and slice it across his cheek.
“Not so pretty now,” I mock, kicking him in the stomach, winding him.
Jupiter helps me drag him into the living room.
His being drunk helps us subdue him quickly.
Jupiter drags over a chair, shoving him onto it. I riffle through the duffel bag we brought and find the zip ties. I yank his arms behind him and restrain him.
He soon sobers up when I stand in front of him and remove my wig, shaking out my hair. “Remember me?” I mock with a grin.
His eyes widen with recognition. They soon turn to hate. “You fucking psycho bitch! I’m going to fucking kill you!”
Jupiter clucks her tongue. “That’s no way to speak to a lady.”
I laugh manically.
Jack looks at Jupiter, then me, with an expression of utter horror and confusion. “What’s going on? Is it money you want? I have lots of it.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want your money.”
“Then what do you want?” he screams, struggling against the restraints.
I lift my face to the heavens and inhale in victory. “There’s no winning against people like you. I see that now. So I’ll just have to settle with taking your head…just how we did with Rebecca.”
“We?” he asks, meeting my eyes, confused.
“You’ve destroyed countless lives. Your kind don’t learn. They only take and take until there’s nothing left!” I slap his bleeding cheek, and when my hand comes away with blood, he pales.
I wipe it down my face, leaving a war mask in its wake.
“Help!” he screams, but there’s no help.
Only hell.
Jupiter passes me the hunting knife. “Thank you.”
“Who the fuck are you talking to?” he cries, terrified.
Seems I punched him a little too hard, and his tiny brain is rattled inside his head.
“Talking time is over.”
Without warning, I plunge the knife into his thigh. This time, it’s the other leg to the one I stabbed the night in the garage.
It takes a few seconds before he realizes what I’ve done.
A howl follows soon after.
I slam my hand over his mouth, muting his cries. “Stop being a baby.”
His winded puffs push past my hand, his eyes begging me to stop.
“You created this monster,” I say, lowering my face to his. “You’ve only got yourself to blame.”
I remove my hand and yank out the knife, pressing my hand over the wound to stop the bleeding. I intentionally missed the femoral artery. I’m not done with him—not by a long shot.
“Confess what you did, and I’ll let you live.”
I have no intention of that happening, but before I end his life, I need him to admit what he did and to say sorry.
An apology is the least he can offer, even if it seems insignificant.
I cackle.
“I don’t know what—”
I press the knife to his jugular before he continues with his lies. “Tell me it was you that night! Tell me what Rebecca did!”
He shakes his head.
With a scream, I punch him over and over, his nose and lip splitting under the force. Jupiter claps in the background, egging me on.
Jack slumps forward, his head sagging to his chest, blood dribbling from his chin. “Stop, please,” he whispers, blood mixed with tears.
“Oh my God. Are you crying? Jupiter, are you seeing this?”
With one eye swollen closed, Jack looks around the room. “Who’s Jupiter?”
The walls begin closing in on me, and my reality splits into two.
What’s happening?
“No!” I scream, dropping the knife as I clutch at my pounding head.
A blackout is creeping in, threatening to drag me under this tidal wave, and I’m certain I’ll drown this time.
White noise blares, but I shove it aside.
I’m not leaving until I get what I came here for.
“Tell me!” I demand, picking up the knife and composing myself.
The buttons on his pajama top scatter all over the polished floor as I rip it open, pressing the blade over his chest.
“I will cut out your fucking heart! Admit what you did!”