Chapter Twenty-Eight – Jason #2
The look she gave me was one of slyness, and when she made her first move, I realized why she’d given me such a look.
She walked around me and went straight for Fang, drawing her hand down his chest, over his stomach, until she reached the waistline of his pants, which she then started to undo… all while giving me the side-eye.
Did she think she was going to make me jealous? Please. This was exactly why I’d had her bring him up. If we were going to share her, might as well share everything about her, right?
When she tugged down his pants and what lied beneath, she dropped to her knees.
By then, his cock was hard and raring to go, much like mine was in my own pants, but I was able to ignore it and simply watch the show she was putting on for me.
A girl who had multiple boyfriends had to be used to taking cock every which way.
Laina didn’t hesitate to take him into her mouth, and the moment that hard cock disappeared into her, Fang moaned.
On her knees for him, she bobbed her head along like the greedy girl she was, sucking him like a piece of candy, her most favorite candy in the whole world.
She was eager, she was full-steam ahead.
She was fucking hot.
She bobbed along him for a minute or so, then pulled her mouth off him, turning toward me. Still on her knees, she scooted toward me, giving me a coy look that had no place at a time like this. As Fang stepped out of his lowered pants, she worked on yanking mine down and exposing me.
My cock sprang free, its tip already oozing precum. I remembered the way she went at me that night, knew how good she was with that mouth and that tongue. I couldn’t remember anyone ever feeling that good.
Her tongue slithered out from between her lips, and she licked at the tip, picking up the precum with a hum from her chest. The sensation of her warm tongue on my tip sent pleasure zapping through me, and thankfully she didn’t make me wait too long before she opened up her mouth and took me in entirely.
I watched her bob her head along, flexing and unflexing my hands at my sides. Already, she was killing me. It took everything in my power not to grab the back of her head and fuck that precious mouth like it was her pussy.
And then, when I was really getting into it, Laina pulled her mouth off me, gave me a cunning smile, and returned to Fang’s cock. Her plan was torture, then. Sheer, utter torture. Sad thing was, I was here for it. I was here for it all, and you’d never catch me complaining.
Eventually Fang and I inched closer together, so she could have one of us in her mouth and the other in her hand. She had to take off her metal fingers, though—Fang helped her with that and carefully placed them on the nightstand near the bed.
Laina was ravenous, greedy, wanting us both at once. Hell, I think if she could have, she would have gladly taken us both in her mouth at the same time, however something like that was simply impossible.
Fang was the first to find his release inside her mouth, and she took his cum hungrily, swallowing him down without flinching. She must’ve had a lot of practice under her belt, not like I was going to complain. I was next. My cum would soon fill that belly, too.
When she returned to my cock, giving me her full-blown attention, I set a hand on the back of her head and muttered, “Now you’re going to swallow me down, just like you swallowed Fang.” My fingers dug into her hair, and she let out a hum as she got to work.
It didn’t take long. Watching her, having her go between us, either having her mouth on me or her hand; I lasted as long as I possibly could have.
The pleasure swept through me, unrestrained, and a loud moan escaped me as I pumped my cock deep into her throat.
Shot after shot of cum spewed from my tip, and she took every drop.
The orgasm made me hot as hell, so by the time she pulled her mouth off my cock, I was in the process of taking off my shirt—and revealing the rest of my tattoos to her.
I had some on my legs, mostly on my calves and feet, but my chest and my back were covered, just as my arms were.
The blackout tattoo connected on my left pectoral muscle, covering half my chest. Other designs lined my abdomen and my other pec, wrapping around to my back.
As Laina got to her feet, her eyes studied me, dancing across my skin and taking me all in.
Fang said what she must have been thinking: “That’s a lot of tattoos.” All she could do was nod. In the end, he slipped off his shirt as well, and just like that, the three of us were naked.
She slipped her hand into Fang’s and pulled him toward the bed. “Come on, let’s show him how it’s done.” She threw a wink my way before she and Fang crawled onto the bed together—my bed, lest she forgot. He was only here because I was letting him be here; I could’ve just as easily had her alone.
Still, I had the feeling she liked being shared, and it didn’t take a psychic to assume she didn’t get much of it from the others.
Laina laid down, her head on my pillow, while Fang crawled on top of her.
He licked his upper teeth—more specifically, his fangs—before he nuzzled into her neck and made her squirm.
I stood there beside the bed, watching, as his hands roamed over her body, caressing her pebbled nipples and making her moan.
It wasn’t too long before he abandoned her neck in favor of something lower, something much, much lower.
Situating himself between her spread thighs, Fang made himself comfortable there. Honestly, if I was her, having a man between my legs would be one thing, but a man with two sharp, silver canines? Wasn’t it a bit nerve-wracking?
Or maybe she liked living on the edge. It wouldn’t surprise me.
The moment Fang’s mouth latched onto her, she writhed.
The sounds that came from her mirrored the sounds she gave me that night on the couch, and my cock never lost an ounce of its hardness as I watched them together.
Fang must’ve sucked hard, because the sound she made after that was one that filled the room with unbridled ecstasy.
She ground her hips on his face, further edging herself as her hands found his hair and tugged.
Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, sweat lining her skin as she grew more and more flushed the longer he was between her thighs.
She was the epitome of sexy, and right then I could clearly see why so many men had fallen prey to her.
Me included. When I first came to the city, I never thought I’d end up here, but now that I was, I couldn’t lie: I fucking loved it. I was caught in her web, and I’d be more than okay if I never untangled myself from it.
Laina came with a vengeance I could practically taste myself.
She arched her back and moaned as her body spasmed, as her thighs clamped harder around Fang’s head.
As for Fang, the man acted totally unbothered—as he should.
There weren’t many places in this world better than the space between those trembling thighs.
Fang didn’t pull away. No, the man kept going, and I let him, knowing the more he went at her, the wetter she’d be not only for him, but for me as well.
I couldn’t say that I’d ever been more excited to have leftovers than I was right then, although I’d argue there were no leftovers about it.
She’d still be whole, still be hungry… she’d just be dripping wet, her pussy ready to take me.
Eventually, I made it to the edge of the bed, so I could sit and watch in a more comfortable position.
It’d be one thing if I had a chair somewhere inside the room, but I didn’t.
I didn’t think that far ahead. Could go grab one from downstairs, but at this point, I didn’t want to leave the room. Maybe next time.
Fang made her come a few more times. Each time she orgasmed, the moan she made was a little sloppier, a little breathier, and still somehow sexier than the last. Her skin was a beautiful flushed pink by the time he finally drew his mouth off her apex, licking his lips like he’d just devoured his final meal.
His silvery gaze turned toward me. “I’ll move aside if you want a taste.”
“Not yet,” I said. “Keep going. I know she’s quaking for a cock right now. Give her what she wants.”
Truly, Fang was the right one to include. He did not argue with me, didn’t give me a look that asked, Who the hell are you to tell me what to do? The only thing he did was position himself between those spread thighs and drive himself deep inside her core.
The moment he filled her up, her body jerked, her back arched, and she moaned like she never moaned before. She brought her hands to his sides, holding onto him as his hips thrusted down upon her. It was, honestly, ridiculously hot.
They were one. They moved in sync with each other. Fang’s hands roamed across her body while she surrendered to him in every way. He wasn’t overly rough with her, but he was still firm and unyielding in the way he moved his body on top of hers.
Someone with multiple boyfriends had to enjoy being fucked. I could not think of any other benefits to having more than one man around—as a man myself, I knew we could be a handful sometimes.
But, no, I supposed it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about the emotions. The protectiveness. Other things men could give and provide to the woman they loved.
Love. Seemed like such a trivial word to me in the past, but now…
I’d spent so long watching this one from afar, learning all about her—I wouldn’t go so far as to say I was in love with her right this second, but I’d be damned if I wasn’t on my way there.
I was falling. I could feel it. It was something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time, an emotion I used to believe would never be in the cards for me again.