18. Lex
18
LEX
M y phone goes off with an incoming message, and I pull it free as I finish unlocking the door to the carriage house. It’s not a message at all, but a video. My heart leaps into my throat and I quickly rush into the front of the house that I rebuilt myself and slam the door behind me.
Juliet sits on the floor of what looks like a messy bedroom. There are notebooks sticking out from beneath the bed, frilly sheets, and feminine clothes practically flooding out of the doorway into what has to be a closet. That’s not what captures my attention, though. It’s not the place. It’s not the room. It’s her .
My cock kicks against the front of my jeans. I ignore it in favor of eating up every inch of the video streaming from Gio’s cell. Then, his voice comes over the line and I clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle a response before I see the muted notification at the top of my screen.
“Take off the shirt,” he says. “And come here.”
I rush across the living room, tearing ass down the short hall and into my computer room. My ass hits the seat a second before my fingers fly across the keyboard. I plug my phone into the monitors and blessedly the video feed transfers, blowing up the image of her across six different monitors.
As Juliet takes a step towards Gio on the screens, I lean back and finally let my hand drift down my chest, abdomen, and reach for the front of my jeans. Her shirt disappears, after a warning comment from my best friend, revealing all of that creamy smooth skin.
“Fuck.” I groan. My cock jerks against the confines of my jeans, demanding to be set free. I bite down on my lower lip as Juliet turns and settles herself against Gio’s chest.
My eyes move to her tits. Round, full, tipped in the most beautiful rose-colored nipples. I’d give anything in the world to suck on them, nip them, bite them. I grip myself through my jeans as a bolt of pleasure shoots through me at nothing more than the sight of her naked and bare.
“Spread your thighs.” My hold on my cock tightens.
Don’t you fucking blow this for me, I mentally warn the damn thing. Coming in my jeans like a pre-teen with his first hooker is not how I want to spend this night. Not when Gio has given me exactly what I asked for.
Juliet’s response, a flat “no” makes me smile. Gio’s a master at his craft, though, and she doesn’t get to keep her legs closed for long. He spreads her wide open, hooking her legs over each of his legs as she grits her teeth and looks for all the world like she’d rather punch him in the dick than ride it.
I pop the button of my pants and slowly slide the zipper south.
“Look,” Gio urges, and I don’t know what they’re looking at, but whatever it is has Juliet’s gaze turning towards wherever he’s hidden his recording cell.
Her cheeks flush a pretty pink and her thighs tremble. Eyes the color of an ocean so deep and vast peer back at me. A mirror, I realize. He must be forcing her to look at herself because there’s no way Juliet would agree to be recorded like this for my pleasure. Well, not yet anyway…
I’m going to owe my brother so fucking much for this because it’s almost as if I’m right there with them, being forced to watch as his hands move over her soft flesh, stroking right to where I want to be. Gio mentions me and her eyes close as her back arches. He’s gentle with her, his touch calm and intentional.
He doesn’t rush it. You can’t with a woman like her. She needs to be stroked towards her climax, teased into submission, forced to take her pleasure in a way that she could never let herself have any other way.
I reach beneath the waistband of my boxers and free my cock completely. It juts straight up, a pearly bead of pre cum already visible on the head. I know if I touch the front of my boxers, they’ll already be wet with the stuff.
Gio asks her if she liked it—what she did with me—and I hold my breath waiting for her answer. Unfortunately, she denies us both.
“You’re an asshole.”
Gio laughs at that.
I fist my cock, gripping it at the base as I watch her instinctively try to pull her legs together and Gio forces them back open with his own. Neither of them seem to even notice the action. She’s sniping at him and he’s still stroking her skin, gentling her to prepare her for what’s to come.
They’re trying to kill me, I decide after several more minutes of watching the two of them bicker as Juliet tries and fails, many times, to get out of the trap he’s laid for her. My cock remains stiff the entire time as my eyes eat her up.
Her pussy is wet and pouty, the lips slick with her own juices and my mouth waters for a taste. G pulls her back harder against his chest and her back arches, tits pressed out as she grinds against his lap. Her hips swivel automatically, her lips pinching tight. She wants to come. I can tell just by looking at her, and I’d do anything to be there with them right now, to be between her legs and give her that release she craves.
But we need to be slow with her. She’s distrustful. She’s wounded. Hurt. As much as I want to, I can’t lock her away forever and expect her to truly be mine. She has to realize that there’s no getting away. That every road she ever takes will lead her straight back to me, to us.
“Did he tie you down? Make you scream as you came on his cock? Did Lex find that place inside of you that makes you forget everything else? That makes you remember that pleasure can drive out pain?”
I grin at the blush that creeps back across her face. Gio’s always been a filthy talker. The few times we’ve shared some women, he’d been the one to talk them right towards a screaming orgasm. I never realized how much that could come in handy.
Juliet releases a low gasp at his words and shoots back her own. “Not always.”
Yes, I silently deny. Always.
Her thighs are coated in her own wetness. Gio is tormenting her and I couldn’t approve more. I stroke my cock, a single slow pass up my length, squeezing lightly at the head before I return my grip to the base once more. Gio taunts her some more, his fingers moving closer to her cunt as he reminds her of her own wetness. She stiffens, but doesn’t rip herself away from his arms.
She could if she really wanted to. Something keeps her there. Something keeps her from denying what we all know she wants. Comfort. Pleasure. The sweet relief that only we can give her.
"If you're going to fuck me, Gio, then get to it.” She bites out each word, a challenge in her tone.
Such a beautiful fighter, I think as I stroke my cock again, another squeeze—harder this time.
Maybe next time I have her in my arms, in my bed, I’ll show her a different side of me. Maybe instead of making her fight it, I’ll let her take control. It’s not my preferred method of release, but for her, I’d be willing. The image of Juliet climbing on top of me, of fucking herself on my cock nearly rushes me straight towards an orgasm.
With a grunt, I slap one hand on the edge of my desk and squeeze down on the base of my cock until the pain is all agony and no pleasure. Deep breaths—in and out. I gasp for air, my lungs seizing, my dick practically weeping at how close we’d come to the climax.
Not yet. It’s not time.
On the monitors, Gio tells Juliet that she’s going to fuck herself for him and a groan rumbles up my chest. The bastard is torturing us both now. Prick.
He retrieves a switchblade from somewhere I don’t see and slowly drags it across her skin. I lean in closer. The video isn’t perfect, but I hit a few keys and it reshapes, becoming clearer thanks to one of my own programs. It’s so high definition that I can now see the goosebumps as they break out across her flesh. Her pupils dilate. Her pussy twitches. She’s turned on by the threat he presents.
Interesting…
“You’re fucking insane,” she says. For her? Absolutely we are.
Gio moves the hilt of the blade towards her core and her shoulders tense, but he doesn’t stop. Thank fuck, he doesn’t stop. The blunt end slips inside and her hand shoots towards it. They both grip it tight, him not releasing her from his demands and her… not sure if she should want it.
Oh, she wants it. That’s a fact, but she knows she shouldn’t. What girl wants to get off with a knife in her cunt? The answer is simple: our girl. A Scorpion Girl.
“Gio…” She moans, turning her head to the side so she can look up at him. “I want you to touch me.”
I close my eyes and imagine she’s saying those words to me.
“I know,” Gio murmurs. “But I’m not going to, not until you fuck yourself with my knife and show me how you get off.”
God. Fucking. Damn. I hiss through my teeth as my cock threatens to pop off at those words. The combination of Gio's filthy mouth and the image of seeing what it does to Juliet has my orgasm racing towards the forefront. By some miracle, I manage to stave it off. My abdomen clenches and I clamp a hand down tight on the back of my cock, strangling the appendage until the pain is all I feel.
Breathing through my mouth, I suck down lungful after lungful of air. Her moans spill through the speakers, a dangerous addition to the already tempting sight of her on my monitors.
I want a camera on her at all times, I realize. I want to see her at every part of her day. When she's sleeping. When she's naked. When she's clothed. I want to watch her eat and cry and snore. I want all pieces of her—no matter how she might think they're boring or ugly. Nothing about this woman is boring or ugly. Every piece of her is perfect because every piece belongs to me.
Gio shifts against her back and I know he's releasing his own cock. I don't know how he's managed to hold himself back this long. I certainly wouldn't have been able to.
My chest pumps unevenly as I hiss through my breaths and begin to stroke my cock once more. Up and down, twisting my wrist as I imagine it's her hand on me instead of my own. The speakers pick up on their words as Gio pushes her further, encourages our girl to fuck herself and drench the hell out of that knife. My abdomen begins to tighten all over again, my muscles contracting.
Her limbs begin to tremble as she drives herself closer and closer to orgasm. I lean closer, practically hovering on top of the monitors as I eat up every goddamn digital piece of her on the screens. Juliet cries out into Gio's mouth as he twists one of her nipples and I grin. She's a little pain slut too, because that's all it takes for her to finally reach her release.
I pant through each second as she seizes up, her lips parting on an open-mouthed cry. Her back bows up and her thighs tremble with the effort. The pleasure swamps her body, mind and soul. Juliet's scream is like music to my ears and I almost— almost —deprive myself of the sight of her as my own release jackknifes through me, stealing the last of my breath from my lungs.
Almost as soon as my own climax releases me from its deadly fast grip, Juliet screams again and I jerk my head up, not realizing that I'd dropped it in the first place. G's expression is a twisted mass of need. He's held off for this long and there's no more patience left in him as he lifts her up and drops her down unceremoniously on top of his cock.
Juliet's hands snap out, latching on to anything to keep her upright as he fucks up into her soaking cunt. I can see the result of her orgasm has left her open and soft, making it easy for Gio to slide all the way to the hilt. When he lifts her back up, the glisten of her pussy remains on his dick and I groan, wishing it were me.
" Squeeze me just like that ." Gio doesn't sound like himself, but like a man possessed. I sit back, my own cum dripping from my hand and staining my lower abdomen where I'd shoved my shirt up. Try as I might, I can't seem to catch my breath as I watch the rest of the private moment he's given me access to.
The two of them together—a man I'd die for and a woman I'd kill for—is all kinds of fucked in the head. My mind, though, swirling with relaxation after my much-needed release doesn't see any issue. I simply remain there, watching the two of them as Gio drives our girl back up the precipice of pleasure and then over the edge into yet another orgasm.
Blue strands, semi-damp, fling around her face as her cheeks flush and she hangs awkwardly on her hands and knees as Gio rises behind her. Lips parted, eyes glazed over, I stare at her face and watch as she comes apart. Quickly, before I forget it, I wipe my hands clean and take several snapshots of the image before it's over. Her breasts hang heavy below, swinging back and forth with each thrust as Gio's face contorts into a facsimile of pain as he grunts and groans and then ultimately, loses the battle to hold back his own orgasm.
Reaching out to the monitor, I let my fingers trail down the side of her face wishing she knew I was here.
Soon, though, she will. Eventually, there will be nowhere else for her to run and she'll come to realize that we are all that she has to rely on.