Chapter 26
Luke
Admittedly, I’ve never been a huge fan of eating pussy. As I’ve just demonstrated, I can do it fine. Some would say I’m even good at it. But it isn’t what turns me on. Hearing Sloan command my pleasure though? I’m lucky I didn’t pass out for as quickly as my blood left my brain and sprinted south.
“Jen, tie it around his eyes. It doesn’t have to be perfect because he won’t peek, will you, Luke?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
Oh, this asshole.
“No, sir.”
“Oh, shit. Sloan, I didn’t realize you had a Dom kink. Your time with Ryan has really been rubbing off.” Jen laughs.
I listen silently, willing to play the game. My rockstar wants me to submit? When he has me like this, I’m certain I’ll do anything he asks.
“Jen, do you remember that night in the shower? When I got home from tour that time?”
“Mmhm,” she hums her answer.
“I want you to ease him into that.”
With my eyes covered I feel Sloan’s voice in my balls. Jen positions me how she wants me as she moves in front of me. I stay standing and groan when her mouth lands on me for the second time as she wets my shaft with her tongue. The girl gives stellar head, I’ll give her that.
“Luke spread your feet wider,” Sloan commands.
I do as he says.
“Jen, show him what he has to look forward to,” I hear him answer in response.
There’s a popping noise as my dick slides out of her mouth.
Then suddenly her finger’s at my ass. I still can’t see her, but she’s on her knees, head back to bobbing on my dick as she separates my ass cheeks and her wet finger is rimming my asshole.
The intrusion makes me slam my hips forward aggressively. “Shit. Sorry, Jen.”
She hums but doesn’t let up on the pressure being applied. She continues to make circles around the edge but doesn’t breach the entrance. I can’t tell if I’m relieved or disappointed as I relax into it.
“Do you feel that, Luke?” Sloan’s voice is thick with lust and I feel my balls drawing tighter.
“Do you feel the sensation that’s created from just a fingertip?
Imagine my cock back there, begging to be let in.
You have to stay nice and relaxed if I have any hope of getting inside though.
As soon as the head’s in, it works like a vacuum and you’ll pull me deep inside, feeling me all the way in your stomach. ”
“Fuuuck,” I groan, rocking my hips back and forth, unsure if I want to press into Jen’s hand or her mouth. She picks up her speed, using her left hand to join the quickening rhythm as her fingertip just barely creeps inside my body.
It’s such a small amount, but my God the pressure. The sensation of wanting to be filled is so overwhelming.
“That’s it, Jen, work him hard. Don’t hold back.
He likes it rough, don’t you, Luke?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer.
“Before you come, I want you to grab Jennifer’s chin and she’s going to hold her mouth open for you.
I want to watch you fill her mouth, but you are not to swallow, Jen. Got it?”
I hear her hum which I assume means yes, and then Sloan aims his words at me until I’m ready to spill.
“Fuck, Luke, I’m so goddamned hard right now. My cock is swollen and angry because of you. I can’t wait to sink into you and punish your ass for making me wait this long.”
While Sloan’s talking to me, Jen inserts more of her thumb and I’m ready to blow. Thanks to spatial awareness, I can tell where her chin is and I grip it between my thumb and fingers. “I’m gonna come,” I announce in case either of them needed help discerning what’s about to happen.
“Give me that orgasm, Lucky. I want you to shoot your load into her waiting mouth.”
And boy, do I.
It feels as if I come for a year and Jen waits patiently, taking it all.
“Now take his blindfold off and spit half his cum into his hand. I want to watch him finger you with it,” Sloan says.
“If I was there, I’d make you suck my dick with his cum coating my shaft, but until we’re all in the same room, I want you to kiss him with the other half of his cum still in your mouth. Make him taste himself.”
If I hadn’t just come, I would’ve right then. Where the fuck does he get these ideas?
We carry out Sloan’s instructions. Jen rips the blindfold off and the first thing I do is find Sloan’s eyes in the camera, only he has it angled down his chest so I can see his abs and his cock in his hand.
Jen’s back is to the camera so Sloan could have a clear view of the action, but fuck, she needs to see this.
After she spits half the creamy liquid in my waiting hand, I grab her shoulders and spin her around before she kisses me. Her eyes widen with desire as we watch Sloan pump himself.
She groans, turns back to me, reaches for my neck and shoves a small amount of cum into my mouth with her tongue. All I can think about is recreating this moment with Sloan’s cum on my taste buds as his tongue feeds it to me, needing him more with every passing day.
Once I’ve swallowed it all, I turn Jen again, so she’s on the couch, my body to the side like before. I grab the phone off the coffee table and maneuver it so Sloan can see my release coating my fingers as I drag those fingers across Jen’s pussy, fully prepared to give as good as I got.
“I’m going to hold the phone so he can see, can you spread yourself open for me?
” I ask Jen, who complies immediately, reaching between her legs to spread herself and give me direct access to her clit while I make sure Sloan has a front row seat, knowing he’s got to be close to going over the edge himself.
Using my index and middle fingers, I alternate between circles and a fast-paced back and forth motion to rub my cum into her skin.
Having her mouth free of both my cock and my cum, Jen is finally able to get vocal.
“Oh, shit that feels good, Luke. You might like dick more, but you sure can command a pussy.”
Her words do something to me. For starters, unlike me, who imagined her movements were being performed by Sloan, she uses my name, fully aware who’s giving her this pleasure and she isn’t afraid to hit it head on.
And secondly, she just called me out for liking dick more than pussy.
I hadn’t realized she’d been able to pick up on that.
Here, I thought I was covering my tracks well.
Before I can get too lost in my own head, I realize I want to bring her pleasure. I want to do right by her. She was there for Sloan when I wasn’t and while she clearly loves him, she’s willing to accept me as part of the package so she doesn’t lose him. And I respect the hell out of her for it.
Looks like she and I are in the same boat for this trip.
“That’s it, baby. Feel my cum soaking into your skin.” It is in fact starting to dry on her pussy and not wanting to hurt her, I gather spit in my mouth and let it drop on her pussy for added lubrication.
“What the fuck was that?” Sloan demands breathlessly.
Damn. I’d almost forgotten he was there for a second.
“My cum was drying on her. She needed more lube.”
“I want to come with her and that was hot, do it again, but from farther back so I can see it land on her.”
“You want me to spit on this pretty pussy again?” I ask Jen who currently has her hands clawing the couch above her head. As I talk to her, I feel myself growing hard again.
I’ll be damned.
“Yes, hell yes. Please.” She pushes her knees farther apart which tells me she’s really into it so I rear back and aim my spit right at her clit.
It finds its mark as I double down on my pressure and speed and send her hurtling toward her orgasm so hard, her stomach flexes and her cries almost drown out Sloan’s grunted release.
Almost.
He could probably come in total silence and I’d know.
When both of their breathing evens out, Sloan’s the first to speak. “Geez, that was fucking hot.” He’s wiping his hands and torso off with his shirt, laughing. “Well, this’ll be crusty in an hour.”
Jen laughs and reaches for me to join her on the couch.
“Are you almost home?” she asks Sloan while moving her naked body closer to mine. It’s amazing what thirty minutes and some phone sex can do for a couple. I slide my hand across her hip, not possessively, but protectively. For the time being, she belongs to Sloan and I, and I protect what’s mine.
“Soon.”
We all know he’s lying. They only left a week ago and they’re on the road for six weeks this time. Sloan won’t be home for thirty days. That’s an entire fucking month.
“Well, hurry, okay?” I ask. None of us know how to get off the phone. It’s clear we don’t want to, but what’s more, we don’t know how to end a call without saying I love you even though we all know it’s true.
The one thing that doesn’t escape my attention is that Sloan never instructed me to fuck Jen. I’ll lie awake all night wondering if that was because he knows I don’t want to without him or because he doesn’t want me to without him.
As soon as Polly gives me the news, I ask her if she minds if I tell Jen myself.
After a meeting this morning with the hospital commander over my department’s budget, I decide to head straight to Jen’s hospital.
She, Sloan, and I have been hitting up the group chat pretty regularly since our FaceTime sexcapade.
Sloan’s been begging us to do it again but Jen and I have been so busy we haven’t had a chance, especially because we still live close to an hour apart.
I’m scheduled to be in the ER on normal shift for the rest of the week, so I know this afternoon is my only chance to tell Jen the good news in person.
I swing by a coffee shop, make it to her hospital in record time, park, and find her floor easily enough.
I’m in BDUs again today but my badge says MD after my name and no one questions my presence on the floor.
Jen’s standing at a rolling computer cart, scanning pill bottles, a pen stuck through her messy bun, and a near-empty iced coffee in the cart’s little cup holder.
I take a minute to watch her work. She picks up a different pen, makes a note on her clipboard and then reaches for another bottle.
She’s concentrating deeply and I know based on what’s in front of her, she’s reconciling patient meds.
It's a tedious job.
Without alerting her to my presence, I walk over to her cart and pluck the almost-empty cup from the holder. Finally, she looks up.
“What the hel— Luke!”
Surprisingly happy to see me, she turns and jumps in my arms.
“Hey, baby.” It’s not the first time the term of endearment has rolled off my tongue. It just seems to do so naturally around her.
“What are you doing here?”
“Refilling your coffee. Med rec requires backup,” I tease.
She laughs and bats my chest. “What are you really doing here?” she asks, taking the coffee and promptly chugging a third of it. Before I can answer, she closes her eyes. “Shit, that’s good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. And I’m here to officially offer you a job in my ER.”
Her eyes go wide. “What?”
“Polly was really impressed after meeting you and she just got clearance for a hire. I asked her if I could be the one to tell you the good news.” I hear shoes squeaking down the hallway behind us and as soon as I see the bastard’s face, I draw Jen into me.
“Is there somewhere we can go to talk about this more privately?”
She turns to look over my shoulder and groans. “I swear he has some kind of tracking device on me.”
“Hey, Jen, Mr. Perkins is asking for you,” Adam says, sauntering over to us, hands in his pockets, arrogant smile on his face.
“Mr. Perkins just wants to watch me bend over. He can wait a minute,” she says, turning back into me.
Adam snickers. “Can’t say I blame him.”
I step in front of Jennifer so I’m between her and Adam. “I would advise you watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking about my girlfriend.”
Adam cocks a brow. “Oh, right. You’re the first FaceTime boyfriend I met.” Turning his venomous tongue on Jen, he folds his arms across his rumpled dress shirt and tie. “Don’t you think you ought to tell him about the other one?”
“Don’t you think you ought to mind your own goddamn business?” I snap.
“I’m just looking out for you, brother.”
“We are not brothers.”
“Adam, just go somewhere. This conversation is none of your business,” Jen says, her frustration rising as quickly as the color in her cheeks.
He shrugs. “Whatever you say, but I’d want to know if my girlfriend was a cheating whore.”
My fist connects to his jaw before I can even think about the consequences. I feel Jen’s hands on my chest, but I force her to the side as I continue to advance on Adam. “If you ever disrespect her like that again, I’ll bury you. And by the way, she’s quitting. Consider this her two-week notice.”
“Whoa, Luke, slow down a second,” Jen says. “Adam, I’ll talk to you later, just please give us a few minutes?”
The throb in my knuckles can’t keep the irony at bay as Sloan’s, mine, and Grant’s voices ring through my head in that order.
Yeah, well, it looks like you missed the memo on minding your own goddamn business … I wondered why you didn’t seem to care one of your own men was fucking your wife … Sergeant, you’re talking about something you don’t understand. And you’re way out of line.
I’m sick as I realize there was a time in my life when I was Adam.