CHAPTER 11 #3
“That,” I said simply, then moved my hand down between my legs, brushing my fingertips against my swollen clit. I jolted with a soft whimper when I brushed the bundle of nerves, not expecting quite so much sensitivity.
“You are not allowed to come,” Edge added, in a deep, rough command.
“Yes, Professor.”
His eyes heated. “Third and final round.”
I could see the outline of his cock against his slacks, knew he wanted me, but not quite sure why he was holding back.
“You can remove your shirt and allow Cav to suck your nipples while you make yourself come with your fingers.”
Okay, the heat surged in the room, and I feared for a moment I would break out in a sweat. The thought of Cav touching me, his mouth on my breasts … it made me tremble.
“Or,” Cav stated, his voice deep, rich, “you can make Edge come with your mouth.”
My eyes shot over to his face, held for a moment. I couldn’t believe he was allowing me to choose that option.
“That,” I blurted.
Edge’s eyes narrowed as they slid over to Cav. Apparently, he hadn’t been expecting that, either.
“I’m not finished,” Cav stated.
I held my breath, praying he wasn’t going to deny me this opportunity.
“You can make Edge come with your mouth while I make you come with my tongue.”
“Definitely that,” I said on a whisper of air.
Cav’s smile turned up the corners of his eyes, and another wash of heat slid over me.
I hadn’t moved from my position on the couch, still fully on display, my fingers grazing my clit ever so lightly, when Cav walked over and held out his hand to me.
I looked to Edge, wanting to ensure he was on board with this plan.
He didn’t look too happy about the situation, and I refused to think why that was.
Cav led me over to Edge’s desk, stopping me when I was standing in front of the desk chair.
“Bend over, cupcake,” he whispered, pressing his hand to the middle of my back. “Let me see that sweet little ass of yours.”
I bent at the waist, leaning over the desk. It wasn’t a big desk, and due to my height, it allowed me to remain on my feet while my chin rested right on the far edge.
Cav’s hands slid up the backs of my thighs, making my legs tremble as he lifted my skirt up to my waist.
I breathed a sigh of relief when Edge got to his feet, then came to stand directly in front of me. I kept my eyes locked on his hands as he worked to free his belt, then the button and zipper on his slacks.
I got my first glimpse of his cock in full light, and my mouth watered. I’d never had a man’s cock in my mouth, but I wasn’t nervous or afraid. I didn’t even care whether I did a good job or not. Mostly. I simply wanted to taste him, to make him feel some of what he made me feel.
“Open your mouth, sweetness,” Edge instructed, his fingers sliding into my hair, lifting my head so that my chin wasn’t resting on the wooden surface.
When he pressed the swollen head against my lips, I opened my mouth and swiped my tongue over the crest. He hissed out a breath, which I took as a good sign. And then I focused on him, tasting him, teasing him, learning every ridge and vein with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand tightening in my hair.
I was so focused on Edge, my legs nearly buckled when I felt the warmth of Cav’s mouth between my legs. He used his hands to spread my ass cheeks, then delved his tongue against my pussy.
I moaned with Edge’s cock in my mouth and he jerked my head. I didn’t think he meant to do it on purpose.
“Suck me, sweetness,” he ordered, his voice dark. “I won’t last long. Suck hard.”
Hollowing my cheeks, I tried to focus on sucking him while Cav sent me spiraling with his tongue against my clit. I tried to ignore it, but it wasn’t working.
When Cav sucked my clit between his lips, I took Edge all the way into my throat.
He groaned long and low, thrusting forward, pulling back, over and over again.
I was no longer sucking him; rather, he was using my mouth.
It allowed the overwhelming sensations Cav was causing to consume me.
The next thing I knew, I was crying out, the sound muffled by Edge’s cock as I came.
Edge stilled, his cock pulsing. A second later, I tasted him on my tongue, his cum filling my mouth. I swallowed him down, not sure what else I was supposed to do. He was breathing as hard as I was when he released me.
The world spun as they stood me back on my feet. The next thing I knew, Edge crushed me against him, his mouth plundering mine. I threw my arms around him, desperate for his kiss.
“Christ, Jamie,” he whispered against my lips. “If I’m not careful, you’re going to be my undoing.”
Little did he know, but that was my plan.
For both of them.
CAV
I thought coming into the club tonight was going to be uneventful.
I wasn’t wrong.
When I arrived three hours ago, I went right for the Dom lounge, talked to Mistress D, who was reclining comfortably with two female submissives at her feet. The woman looked as though she was on cloud nine. From there, more club Masters arrived, chatting it up about nothing really.
Through it all, I never saw Edge once.
Not that I hadn’t expected him to avoid me. He’d been doing it since our encounter with Jamie earlier. As soon as she left, he’d come up with the excuse that he had a meeting to attend. I never saw him in the office again after that. I’d tried texting him, but that had gone unanswered.
I got the feeling he was pissed at the way I’d manipulated the game we had played.
I was a smart man, and I’d noticed a trend.
One that involved Edge keeping me and Jamie at a safe distance.
While it seemed he had no issue with me making her come with my mouth, or he and I making each other come that way, he wasn’t allowing her to touch either of us.
So, I’d taken it upon myself to ensure he had no choice in the matter.
To be honest, I had expected him to come up with an excuse not to fill Jamie’s mouth with his cock the way he had.
I considered it progress.
Mostly.
By the time everyone had dispersed to the dungeon or the theme rooms for some playtime, I decided it was time to confront Edge. I wasn’t going to play this game with him, and I fully intended to tell him as much.
Needless to say, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind when I found him winding his way through the dungeon, looking on at the scenes.
I walked right up to him and greeted him with a clipped, “Hey.”
His eyes narrowed. “Hey.”
Before I could get out another word, he walked right on past.
Of course, thanks to my already building frustration, I couldn’t simply let it go. Rather, I grabbed his arm to stop him.
Edge spun around, glared at me. “I suggest you take your hand off me. Now.”
Okay, clearly, I wasn’t the only one with an issue tonight. “Or what?”
Edge jerked his arm away. “I’m not doing this with you here.”
“I don’t even know what this is,” I snapped.
Without a rebuttal, Edge turned and walked away. He paused to talk to Mistress Jane. She gave him a quick nod, glanced in my direction, then started around the room in the same pattern Edge had been following.
I watched as Edge ascended the stairs. For a moment, I considered leaving. Going back to my hotel room, going to bed, and hoping tomorrow would look clearer than the night did.
Of course, I didn’t do that. Why avoid confrontation when you could be the instigator of it? That was my motto.
At least for tonight, anyway.
I caught up with Edge on the third floor. He stepped into his office, closed the door.
I didn’t bother to knock or wait for an invitation. I merely opened the door, stepped inside, then closed it behind me.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I bit out as soon as the door clicked shut.
Edge spun around, stomped toward me. Similar to the last time I’d been in this room, he pinned me up against the door with his hand around my neck. Not enough to hurt because that wasn’t Edge’s style. But it was definitely enough to get my attention.
“You don’t know what the problem is, Cav?”
“Not the slightest clue,” I countered.
“How about the incident in my office earlier. That ring a bell?”
I stared into his face, reliving that moment in his office with Jamie earlier. I knew exactly what he was referring to, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why it was a problem for him.
“You’re pissed because what? Because Jamie had her mouth on your dick?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t hear her complainin’.”
“Not the point,” he snarled.
“Then what is the point, Edge? Clue me in here.”
Edge dropped his hand, stepped back. He turned away from me, and I could see the tension in every line of his body.
“I didn’t want it to happen like that,” he said, his voice lacking the frustration from before.
“Like what?”
He paused by his desk, planted his hands on the top, and hung his head. “She’s a virgin, Cav.”
“Yeah. She is. So fucking what?”
Edge’s head turned, his eyes shooting daggers in my direction.
“If that’s such an issue for you, why the fuck are you messin’ with her, then?” I didn’t get it. “The woman’s interested in you. In us. I haven’t heard her ever say she wanted to continue bein’ a virgin.”
And she hadn’t. In fact, I would go so far as to say Jamie had wanted things to go further than they had. Not just this afternoon, either.
Yet it didn’t appear Edge felt the same.
“That’s not how it was supposed to go,” he said, his tone defeated.
“Okay, enlighten me then. How the fuck do you see this playin’ out? We gonna spend all our time on third base? You think Jamie’s gonna be okay with us gettin’ her off with our mouths?”
“I want to take this slow,” Edge snapped.
I threw up my arms, let them drop. “For fuck’s sake, Edge. I don’t get you. Or this. If you want to pretend to be some fuckin’ saint, you go ahead.” I turned and reached for the doorknob. “I’m done.”
Before I could get the door open, Edge was behind me. His big hand held the door closed as he pressed up against me.
I was too fucking tired to fight with him. This emotional shit was draining, and to be fair, I wasn’t in the mood for it. I knew what I wanted. I was pretty sure Jamie knew what she wanted. That only left Edge to get on board with the program.
“I want her,” Edge growled against my ear. “I want her so fucking bad it hurts. I want to slide my cock inside her at the same time you do. I want to fill her pussy while you fill her ass. I want us to take her virginity at the same time.”
“So what’s the problem?” I asked, not trying to move.
Edge’s lips brushed my neck seconds before he bit me.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my cock jerked. “Edge, don’t fuck with me right now.”
“I’m not fucking with you,” he whispered, his lips moving up my neck to my jaw. “I need you, Cav. I need to feel you. I want to be inside you, to fuck you until neither of us can breathe.”
My entire body vibrated, coiling tightly at the gruffly spoken words. “So, what? You think you have to pick a fight?”
“I don’t want to fight,” he countered. “But I don’t know how this works.”
I forced him back so I could turn around and face him.
This time, I took control, gripping the back of his head and jerking him forward.
I kissed him like I was starving for it.
I was. No doubt about it. For two weeks, I’d been balancing on this razor-sharp edge, waiting for this stubborn man to get with the program.
Edge didn’t need any coaxing. He slammed me back against the door, his mouth crushing to mine in a kiss so furious it was a wonder we didn’t burn the building down.
“Not here,” Edge breathed against my lips. “I don’t want to do this here.”
Neither did I. There were too many eyes at the club, and while I didn’t mind people watching, this thing between Edge and me was tenuous at best. We needed time to work through it. And privacy.
Edge pulled back, his hand coming up to settle on my throat again. I realized he enjoyed doing that. It likely gave him the feeling of control. We both knew he couldn’t hold me down, but it was also clear I wasn’t going to fight him.
“Go back to my place,” he stated, a command more than a request. “I’ll be out of here by two.”
I nodded.
“Wait for me, Cav.”
Little did the man know, but I’d been waiting for him for a long damn time. Years. Hell, decades.
I nodded again.
This time, when he leaned in and kissed me, it lacked some of the tension, but the heat was still there. If something didn’t give—and soon—I feared we were both going to spontaneously combust.