Chapter 10 #2
“Yeah, baby. Show me this palace you’re staying in. What floor?” he asked as I stood, rolling my eyes.
“Penthouse. Skeet’s spoiled for a street rat.” I switched to the back camera to show him around the room, telling him more about Mom as we talked.
Skeeter grabbed the room service when it arrived, and we sat back on the bed to eat, propping the phone up on the cart so Lukas could keep talking to us.
Skeeter had ordered me some steak with fries, so I dug in, and Lukas talked about their afternoon since we’d left. Tyler was hanging out at Jensen’s, Caden was at home with Josie, and Lukas had gone home to shut his mother up for a few days.
It was nice to just talk and eat, and I was pretty sure Lukas was enjoying it too as he got ready for bed and curled up under the blankets to keep talking the later it got.
Lukas
Being at home was making my anxiety spike, and I hated knowing that I’d eventually have to hang up the phone and be alone again. Mom wasn’t even home, she was off with Kirk Jennings, Jensen’s dad’s business partner.
I’d hoped they’d run off together and leave me alone by now, but she was adamant on dictating my life still.
I liked what I had with Rory. Sharing her with the guys just made me feel like I had a family, but Mom would never accept it. I’d never get peace.
“Why aren’t you at Gilbert’s?” Skeeter asked, snapping me out of my thoughts and making me realize I’d zoned out. He was sitting back against the headboard with a whiskey in hand, his robe gone now that he was in bed too.
Rory had the blankets bunched up around her chest to hide her nakedness, and I almost considered getting in the damn car and going to her.
Climbing into bed with her and feeling her skin against mine would chase all the bad shit away.
“Mom wanted me home, and believe it or not, Jense and I aren’t glued at the hip,” I said dryly, tucking my arm under my pillow to get comfortable.
“Get your own house, man. It’s not like you can’t afford to move out. You’ve got investments and stuff, right?”
“How do you know that?” I scoffed, amusement flashing on his face.
“I know everything. You’ve got real estate and everything. Are you worried she’ll do something?”
“She’s my mom,” I said for the millionth time, wishing he’d get it.
“When you grow some balls, let me know. I’ll help you get your stuff out,” he said seriously, my chest aching with both guilt and relief. Knowing I had help was good, but Mom would be devastated and freak out on me.
“Thanks,” I sighed, dropping my gaze from the phone and staring at the scar on my inner forearm. Why was Rory into a guy like me when she had Skeeter?
He was the complete opposite to me, and as much as I wasn’t at all into him, even I could admit he was attractive.
“Baby girl, if your boyfriend keeps looking at me like that, you’d better blow me,” Skeeter joked, and I blinked.
When had I looked up at them again?
“Eat shit,” I muttered with embarrassment.
“You don’t have to stare at every guy you see now you’re out of the closet, you know?” he continued, and Rory elbowed him with a scowl.
“Be nice. You’re not that hot, Skeeter Maddox. Not everyone wants to fuck you.”
“It’s funny because you’re the one that can’t seem to keep your hands off me.”
“I’ll stop then.”
He smirked, grabbing her jaw and leaning closer to kiss her neck just below her ear, his voice low as his gaze flicked over to me. “Stop being a brat or I’ll pin you down and fuck you in front of Luke.”
My dick hardened at the thought of watching them, and it must have shown on my face because he studied me for a second before grabbing the blanket from around Rory and tugging it away, exposing her naked body to me.
She went to tell him off for it, but he kissed her hard to silence her, his inked fingers leaving her jaw to trail down her chest and stomach, finding her pussy and causing her to part her legs more.
I considered hanging up, I wasn’t sure what the fuck I was supposed to even do, but I couldn’t take my damn eyes off them.
Rory groaned, rolling her hips for more as he fucked her with his fingers.
“For a voyeur, you’re sure into the exhibitionist shit today,” Rory murmured, and my cock almost snapped in half from how hard it was when Skeeter pulled his fingers out and slapped her pussy.
“You like him watching?” he asked, biting her neck and slapping her pussy again before forcing two fingers back inside her.
I watched them pump in and out, a groan leaving me as I reached down to palm my cock.
“Guys, you’re going to make me come and I’m not even there,” I complained, a chuckle leaving him as he looked at me.
“You’re not even going to wait for me to make her come first?”
“Trust me, I’m trying,” I grumbled, fisting myself and squeezing slightly.
“Hang on,” he said before pulling out of her, confusing me for a moment before he pulled her sideways and forced her chest down onto the bed.
His hand cracked hard against her ass before he lined himself up with her pussy and sank inside, and I knew I really wasn’t going to last long now. “Look at him.”
Rory’s face turned to look at me, her voice desperate. “Show me. I want to see you too.”
It felt a little weird getting my damn dick out for her while Skeeter was literally right there, but he didn’t seem to give a shit about me watching them, so I kicked the blanket off along with my boxers, tilting the phone so she could see.
“Your greedy pussy wants him too, doesn’t it?” Skeeter bit out, fisting her hair and pulling slightly, making her gasp.
“Yes, fuck, Skeet. Right there.”
I tried to keep my strokes slow, not wanting to bust too fast. It was difficult to contain it though when Skeeter started fucking her like he was trying to kill her from the inside, holding her arms behind her back and using them to pull her back onto his thrusts.
He was brutal, his muscles seeming more defined the harder he went, and he kept talking dirty to her in ways I never could. How did he come up with that and not get awkward about it?
I could tell her to fuck me or ask if she wanted my cum, but that was about it.
“Come for us, baby. You going to squirt all over me?” He released her arms and slid a hand around her front to toy with her clit, the other wrapping around her throat to pull her back against his chest. “Come on, give it to me. Show Luke how much of a dirty girl you are.”
I cursed, my hand moving faster. “Soak his cock, baby. I want to see it.”
She screamed, her body jerking as she came and he kept fucking her hard, and I managed to hold myself together until he started calling her a good girl in that sinister voice of his, then I came in my hand with an embarrassing whimper.
Skeeter’s thrusts slowed as he finished too, his mouth moving to her neck as he kissed and bit a trail down her shoulder.
“You know that good girl wasn’t for you, right?” he joked as he looked over at me, heat creeping up my neck when I realized he’d caught on to that.
“I came because she came, asshole,” I argued, glancing around for something to clean up with.
“Don’t worry, you’re a good boy too. Isn’t he, Aurora? Tell him how good he was,” he practically purred.
“Don’t make it weird,” I grumbled, getting out of bed and grabbing a dirty shirt off the floor to clean myself up.
“He’s always a good boy for me,” Rory murmured sleepily, waking my damn cock back up.
“I think you just helped him discover something,” Skeeter grinned, releasing her so she could fall forward onto the bed, his hand moving to her lower back.
His touch was soft as he brushed his thumb back and forth against her skin, and as much as I knew he gave a shit about her, it was strange seeing him being so affectionate.
“Show me,” I said quietly as I sat back in view, pulling my boxers on.
He hesitated before reaching over to grab the phone, flipping the camera around to aim it down at where he was connected to Rory. He was soaked from her, and he slowly pulled out, his cum leaking from her and onto the bed below.
“Feel better now you’ve seen my cock?” he teased, but I was focused on the mess dripping from her pussy.
I loved seeing her stuffed with cum, and I was a little surprised by how much I liked it even when it wasn’t mine.
“Fuck it back into her,” I said as my face heated, waiting for him to tease me some more, but he didn’t. He rubbed his cock through the mess and pushed inside again, a gasp leaving Rory.
“I think he likes watching me claim you,” Skeeter said to her, holding her hip in one hand while keeping the camera aimed down as he thrust in and out of her.
“Luke?” she mumbled.
“Yeah?”
“I wish you were here to fuck me too.”
“Find me tomorrow when you get home and I can,” I smiled, my mood falling when I heard Mom’s voice downstairs. “I have to go.”
“Why? We can keep going,” Rory huffed, taking the phone from Skeeter to look at me. She held it in front of her as Skeeter continued to fuck her from behind, and I winced.
“Mom’s home. I’ll talk to you later. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she sighed, and Skeeter flipped me off and called me a pussy just before I hung up.
I discarded the dirty shirt in the laundry basket, washed my hands, and tucked myself into bed, pretending to be asleep when Mom came to check on me to make sure I was still here as promised.
“Lukas?” she huffed, her shoe tapping on the floor impatiently. “I know you’re awake. Saffron is here.”
“Who?” I grumbled as I rolled over, finding a blonde woman standing next to Mom.
“Saffron,” she repeated as if I had any idea who that was, making her scowl. “Where are your manners?”
Saffron rolled her eyes at Mom’s dramatics, giving me a smile. “It’s fine, Mrs. James.”
“Don’t be silly. I’ve told you to call me Mom,” she scolded, and I was suddenly wide awake.
“Who are you?” I demanded, sitting up to eye her.
“You said he was on board,” Saffron said dryly, giving Mom the side-eye.
“He is.”
“He doesn’t even know who I am.”