CHAPTER 16 #4
Jamie reclined back onto the bed, shifting so that she was lying flat. Rather than join her, I grabbed her arm, turned her so that she was lying across the big bed. She chuckled, making my heart smile. I loved to hear her laugh.
Leaning over her, I took one luscious tit in my mouth, teasing her nipple. “Put your mouth on me, cupcake. Let me feel your lips on my cock.”
She shifted beneath me as I positioned myself so she could reach what she was aiming for. When her lips closed around my cock, I sucked in air, then distracted myself by feasting on her breasts, licking, sucking, nibbling.
While I was enduring the glorious blow job, Edge moved around to the other side of the bed, spread her legs wide, then licked her slowly, seductively.
I watched, trying to focus, enjoying the myriad sensations.
Jamie’s mouth on my cock, the visual feast of Edge eating her pussy, the smooth warmth of her breast against my tongue.
I could’ve done that all night if Jamie hadn’t cried out, her back bowing as she shifted.
“Nuh-uh, sweetness,” Edge growled. “Be still.”
To ensure she didn’t cause damage in her race toward orgasm, I stood up, stroking my dick momentarily before taking her wrists and pulling her arms above her head. I knelt on the floor, fused my mouth to hers while Edge tortured her pussy with his mouth.
Jamie whimpered.
“Do you like that?” I asked her. “When Edge licks your pussy?”
Her response was another sharp cry, her back bowing off the bed.
“Tell me, cupcake.”
“Need more,” she whispered.
“You want to feel him inside you?”
“Yes!”
I met Edge’s eyes, and I could see the torment there. He was still having a hard time knowing she was a virgin. However, he’d obviously had a plan when he brought her here. I could only assume he’d decided to forge ahead.
“Tell him,” I ordered her, my eyes locked with Edge’s.
“Edge…” She panted as he teased her clit with his tongue. “Oh, God! Please … I … Professor, I need to feel you inside me.” She growled, a soft, frustrated sound that made me grin.
“Which is it?” Edge grumbled. “Professor? Or Edge?”
I wanted to ask if it really fucking mattered, but based on the gleam in his eyes, I knew it did. To him.
“Professor,” she whimpered.
“Tell him again,” I ordered Jamie, never looking away from Edge.
“Please, Professor. Inside me. I need to feel you.”
“You heard her.” I kept my eyes locked with his.
Figuring this was going to happen one way or another, I reached for my pants before I remembered I hadn’t brought any condoms with me.
“Not any,” Edge said firmly as he crawled up onto the bed, hovering over Jamie.
“What?” My temper stifled some of the lust.
“No condoms,” he clarified.
“Why?”
“That’s not in my plan tonight.”
Jamie stopped moving, clearly hearing the change in my tone. She glanced from Edge to me, then back again. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t bring condoms,” he admitted, staring down at her.
She shifted, pushing up onto her elbows and forcing Edge to move back. “Why not?”
“Not the plan.”
“Not to use condoms?” I asked. “Or not to have sex?”
His eyes narrowed on my face, and there was a fierceness that shocked me. “Sex.”
“Not the plan?” Jamie snapped, her chin jutting out.
“Correct.”
“You mean, not your plan,” she stated through clenched teeth. “You brought me here and … and…”
He sat back on his heels, still straddling Jamie’s legs.
“I can’t believe this. Can’t believe you,” she hissed.
Jamie came damn close to racking Edge as she fumbled to get off the bed. I watched, unsure what to do or say as she fled to the bathroom, returning a moment later with a snow-white robe wrapped around her.
“So what was your plan?” she bit out. “Bring me here, get me all worked up, and what? You thought we’d snuggle?”
It was safe to say she was pissed. My own anger wasn’t needed, but it was there all the same.
Edge simply stared at her, not speaking.
“No, you don’t get to do that silent thing this time. Explain yourself,” she demanded. “Is that what you thought? That you’d tease me and then leave me hanging? All to what? Protect my virtue or some shit?”
Okay, yeah. Jamie was slightly more than pissed. Bordering on hysterical.
More importantly, she was pissing Edge off. Her back talk would be something he wasn’t used to hearing. Most people—especially women—tended to cater to his every whim. That clearly wasn’t the case here.
Jamie turned to me. “Fine. You can fuck me if he won’t.”
The air was driven right out of my lungs. I could only stare, feeling as though she’d sucker-punched me.
Was that what I was? Second choice? If she couldn’t have Edge, she’d settle for me?
“So, what do you say?” she taunted, obviously unaware of the pain that lanced me, splitting me open with the revelation. “He’s backing out. Looks like you’re up.”
I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then backed out of the room, picking up my clothes as I went.
“Wait! Cav, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
“No.” I pulled on my pants, my shirt. I took the time to pull on my shoes, stuffed my socks in my pockets. “I heard you loud and clear.”
“Cav, please…” Her soft sob almost broke me, but her previous statement had already done that.
With one backward glance at her, I grabbed my jacket and walked right out the door.