Chapter 40
Jamie
Herringbone floors, expensive artwork on the walls. His kitchen had one of those islands with a wooden tabletop that was also a chopping board. He has a pantry and a library, despite it being a modest two-bedroom home.
Simmons and Freddie don’t live together. They were not in an intimate relationship the way Arnie and I were. Was there a happy ever after for them on the horizon too?
I’d overheard from some of the other subs at the primal event that Freddie was a hard sub to keep. He didn’t like being tied down for too long on account of his job. I didn’t want to take what they all gossiped about him as gospel, but I had been told that he was a sex worker of some kind.
It fascinated me. I worked in a club, dancing in a jockstrap and not much else most nights, but I had a conservative upbringing where dancing was considered elegant. Well, at least it was if they did it without wrapping their legs around a pole.
I was neither ignorant nor uptight. I guess I was just maybe not as educated. I lacked life experience, and experiences that involved that type of work was all. What kind of work did he do? Was it sex with others, or was it OnlyFans? Maybe it was foot pics?
I meant it last night when I mentioned I wanted to have him as a friend. A sexy let’s me do dirty things to him friend.
“So, Jamie. How’s work now that you’re no longer a student?”
It was unusually not weird being in Simmons’ home. I thought his being my old professor would freak me out, but it didn’t. I don’t even think it was from the fact that he had watched his colleague and friend rail me on multiple occasions. I was just okay around him.
He felt safe. Trusting. Anyone that Arnie looked out for and loved made me okay.
We stand in his cube-shaped kitchen, the lights dimmed, sipping beer as we waited for the brat to arrive.
“I’m enjoying it. I mean, I’ll always love math, but I think throwing myself around a pole covered in glitter was a solid choice for me,” I say with a grin.
Arnie wrinkles his nose as he takes a sip from his beer, “Imagine loving math! Jamie, you are one of a kind.”
He smiles, then tugs me close for a kiss.
I expect a quick peck since we are in company, but he licks into my mouth, deepening it immediately.
Sucking on my hot tongue and mixing his saliva with mine.
The stubble from his jaw rubs against mine, and I lean into it , the familiarity making me want much more.
So masculine, it makes my knees feeble, and my body come alive with pure need.
He grips my lower back under the long grey jumper I’m wearing, while I grip his hips close, taking his time to stroke my bare skin before pulling back.
I flush a little when I catch Simmons unashamedly watching us, his beer lingering at his lips.
He pokes his tongue out at the bottle, then takes a swig before finally removing his intense eyes from us.
A heated thrill goes through me, right between my thighs. This was going to happen. I was going to fool around with Freddie, in-front of my lover and my ex-professor. Why was that so hot? I never had teacher/student fantasies until I met Arnie.
Now I wanted them both, consuming me. In me? God, at the same time. Is that even possible?
My face must have been burning at that internal admission. Thankfully, Arnie chose that moment to talk.
“Rules?” he aims the question at Simmons.
“No fucking him tonight with your cock. Kissing is allowed. We are both clean and know you both are too. I know you want revenge, Jamie, but Freddie likes pain, and I know you don’t want that from him, so you’ve chosen to edge him instead without release.
He knows you’ll probably do that. I love a thrilling secret punishment, but he had to know ahead of time in case he wasn’t feeling that kind of scene tonight.
What else…. let’s see, can I touch you?” He taps his bearded chin with thick fingers.
My eyes are comically wide in response. I…well, I didn’t think he wanted to touch me. I’m not totally sure when I had assumed that, but I look at Arnie, who is watching his friend with a careful eye. He looks at me, nods, then does the same to Simmons.
“Well, I guess it’s okay. But only if Arnie tells you what you’re allowed to do with me,” I nervously say to him. I swallow visibly enough that the bob of my Adam’s apple has Simmons watching it, a wolfish gleam on his face. I’ve never seen him look like that. Not towards me, anyway.
“Jamie, I trust Simmons completely. If it’s something you’re okay with,” Arnie assures me, an arm still hugging my waist. I take a moment to study his gorgeous eyes; they’re filled with that look of love that he has for me, and I know I’ll be okay.
I step away from my boyfriend and towards the man who failed me in math. The one that started all of this. His brown eyes now black with intent. He’s so much larger than Arnie, bulkier but not fat. No, he’s like a bear that works out. I can see the thick hair peeking out the top of his grey shirt.
He then does something so unexpected that I almost lose my balance, clutching the fancy wooden island for support. He smiles at me. A soft, charming, dimple showing smile that knocks me two ways from Sunday. I have never seen that look. He is usually so broody and masculine and…scowl-ly in class.
“I don’t bite, hon. I just want a taste,” he cocks his head as he explains in a voice as smooth as butter. Who is this guy? He looks up at Arnie, who is now behind me, seeing whatever response as consent, he dives in.
His lips smack mine in a brutal mouth-closed kiss. He smells like honey despite drinking beer, and his lips are soft and kissable. He deepens the kiss, taking control, just as I knew he would. His hand reaching to hold the back of my neck as if to keep me in place.
He licks the seam of my lips to get me open for him, and then his hot tongue is tangled with mine. Sucking, licking deeply. Dominating. Taking what he wants without punishment. A bear indeed. He pulls back after only a moment, a bemused smile on his wet, plump lips.
“I see why you like him so much, Arnie. Your boy is so sweet. Sweeter than the bitter little boy that’s caught us,” he chuckles, spinning me around by the shoulders in time to see Freddie scowling at me before rolling his eyes at us and stomping out of the kitchen.
“Did you do that on purpose?”
Simmons laughs, “Yes, and no. I wanted to see what had my best friend’s knickers in a twist, but sometimes, well, I’m just as much a brat as Freddie.”
He winks, leans over me to grab his beer, then leaves the kitchen, making a hand signal to follow him. Arnie and I take a few seconds to eye each other before we burst out laughing.
“God, what have we got ourselves into with this pair,” Arnie laughs as he grabs my hips and ushers me into the bear’s cave that is Simmons library.