Chapter 21
Kaz
I’ve just finished my last file for the day and I decide to head up to Jonathan and Jamison’s office floor. Apparently, I’m still being babysat because of the whole Lockhart debacle. I roll my eyes as I step off the elevator. If these guys only knew how easily I can handle myself. I don’t need anyone to watch me. I stop short when I hear what sounds like an argument coming from the meeting room. Peering around the corner, I can just make out Jamison’s back while he sits in a chair. Jonathan paces in front of the door, making me shrink back further. The last thing I need is to be caught eavesdropping.
“His wife is on television, Jamison. She’s fucking crying about him missing.”
Jamison laughs and the sound is so foreign it makes me wrinkle my nose. “And?” He asks Jonathan. I can’t see his face, but his tone is all kinds of amused.
“I can’t lose you," he says while running his hands through his hair. “What if you were caught? What if…what if…” His words die off and he almost sounds choked up. Jamison stands and immediately wraps his arms around Jonathan in an embrace. What the fuck is going on? I’m thoroughly weirded out by seeing this side of Jamison. A pang of jealousy hits me. Is that what it’s like when Jamison cares about you? I was convinced he didn’t have any feelings at all, but watching this encounter with his brother is changing my entire perception of him. Seeing them like this is fucking with my head. What would it be like to be a part of that? I’m sure the many women they have fucked together would tell me it was fantastic, but I don’t want to know about just the sex, I want to know what it would be like to be part of that emotional connection they share. I bite my lip before shaking my head. What a stupid thought. The most I could ever hope for would be great sex and I’m not sure I would actually have the balls to do that with both of them anyway. I may not be innocent in that department, but that is certainly way past my area of expertise. How would that work, anyway? I rub my thighs together to relieve the friction before mentally slapping myself. Enough of that shit, Kaz. Get it the fuck together. My eyes squeeze shut as I lean against the wall collecting my thoughts and when I open them again, prepared to push off and round the corner, I’m greeted with two sets of blue ones. Jamison’s look deep and angry while Jonathan’s are bright and worried.
“Are you okay, Kaz?” Jonathan asks me as he grabs my arm and pulls me off the wall. I didn’t realize how much I was leaning against it until I’m actually standing up straight, staring up at both men.
“I didn't realize eavesdropping was in your job description, Kitten,” Jamison accuses while watching me with an annoyed expression.
I don’t have a chance to defend myself because Jonathan jumps to my rescue.
“Shut up, Jamison.” They both glare at each other before I catch a quick glimpse of Jamison’s eyes softening.
He rolls his eyes before replying, “Fine, we can discuss what is in the job description of the head of HR another time. We should figure out food before heading back to the apartment for the weekend.”
My head whips around. “The weekend? I didn’t realize this was a fucking sleepover. I didn’t pack anything and I’m really not sure this is the best idea.” I grab the ruffles on my blouse and nervously twist my fingers around them.
“I have acquired the correct items for you. Everything you need will be there,” Jamison replies.
I huff out loud and cross my arms. “You don’t know what I need.”
“You aren’t afraid to spend the night in our apartment, are you?” He asks me with a devious glint in his eye. I know he’s fricking baiting me and the truth is, yeah, I’m scared. I’m nervous as fuck. I’ve slept with both of these men and I’m not sure I can handle spending an entire weekend alone with both of them together. There’s a giant elephant in the room right now and it’s waiting for someone to let it out.
“I’m going to need a drink to deal with your guys’ fighting this whole weekend. Let's hit a dive bar,” Jonathan interrupts with a smile.
“Fantastic,” Jamison deadpans before heading to the elevator.
Thirty minutes later, we are sitting at a table top bar slamming down our second shot. Well, Jonathan and I are. Jamison is sitting there with his phone in hand and one foot casually on his knee. Does he ever put his phone down? The alcohol has me buzzing pretty fast and feeling pretty ballsy.
“Find any good porn sites on that thing?” I ask nonchalantly, attempting a jab at Jamison.
He places his phone face down before placing his hands under his chin and leaning on them. “Define good? Tell me, Kitten, what do you search for? Maybe you’re into role playing? A student who hides under her professor’s desk, pleasuring him while he teaches a class? Or possibly a little anal action…”
His words are interrupted by the sound of me choking on the cocktail I was sipping. Jonathan smacks my back lightly, before looking at me with concern. “Everything okay?”
“Yes,” I say, while shooting daggers with my eyes at his brother. The fucking asshole just smirks at me. It’s then that my phone buzzes on the small table in front of us. The screen lights up with a notification of an incoming text from Riley, probably laughing at the message I sent her earlier, telling her I’ll never forgive her for leaving me alone with these two. Jamison snatches my phone up and glares at the screen.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Give me my damn phone,” I yell, while he holds it out of reach.
“Jesus, Jamison. Give her her phone back. People are starting to stare.”
Jamison ignores his brother and leans in close as he shows me the front screen.
“Who the fuck is that?” He growls out as he points at the photo of my missing childhood best friend and I. I have a momentary feeling of sadness before it’s replaced by anger. The nerve of him.
“That,” I say, pointing to the phone screen, “Is my best friend from childhood who went missing years ago.”
He stares at me like he’s waiting for me to explain further.
“You are a real piece of work. How dare you look at my phone. You have no right!”
I swipe my phone from his hand quickly, before he has a chance to pull it away from me again, and stand from my chair abruptly. “I’m ready to leave now,” I grit out before I slam down the rest of my cocktail and turn around, heading for the exit. I can hear them both bickering behind me, but I don’t care to listen. I’m so mad right now, I’m practically seeing red. The ride to their apartment is spent in complete silence. It’s only when we make it back there and Jamison attempts to give orders that all hell breaks loose.
‘Don’t tell me what to fucking do, Jamison!” I yell out with both hands on my hips.
He gets in my face angrily. “I was not telling you what to do. I was simply informing you of where the stuff I purchased was and how the sleeping arrangements would be most suitable. You are insufferable.”
“You are an asshole!” I say, glaring at him around Jonathan as he attempts to push us apart. “I’m not a child. I’m a grown ass woman and I can do whatever the fuck I want.” Before I even realize what I’m doing I have Jonathan’s shirt in my hands and I’m ripping him down to me and crashing my lips against him. I know I’ve caught him by surprise when he doesn’t immediately respond to my advances, so I lick into the seam of his lips. His mouth opens for me and he swipes his tongue out and tangles it with mine as he grabs me around the waist and pulls me into him. I can feel him harden against my stomach as I press my body against his. I pull away enough to see his eyes open wide.
“What was that for?” he asks me bewildered.
I still have my hands gripping his shirt as I peer over at Jamison, expecting to see anger in his eyes. Instead, I’m assaulted by his lustful gaze. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me. I’m suddenly a bit nervous. I think I just opened a can of worms and I’m not sure the lid will fit back on by the time this night ends.
“Do it again,” Jamison’s voice rasps out.
“What?” I ask him, confused. Does he want me to kiss Jonathan again in front of him? I look at Jonathan questioningly, but he cups my jaw and leans in to kiss me again before I can react. He pulls me toward him just as the feel of another body envelopes me from behind. I feel Jamison’s hand push my hair over my shoulder before his mouth connects with my neck. My whole body stiffens and Jonathan’s hand squeezes my hip hard. My eyes shoot open and he pulls back the tiniest bit before murmuring. “Is this okay?”
Jamison’s hand is wrapped around the back of my neck while he grazes his teeth against me. I’m so turned on I can’t think straight. Is this really happening and is it okay? I’m not even sure, honestly. I don’t know how I’ll feel tomorrow, but right now, I’m on fucking fire. I nod my head yes, just slightly, and I know I’ve said the right thing when the tension from Jonathan drops and he smiles, visibly relieved. The sound of my zipper opening breaks the silence and I bite my lip when Jonathan’s eyes glitter. He helps Jamison pull my dress from my shoulders and it pools at my feet, revealing my deep red lace bra and panty set and the strap where my dagger sits wrapped around my thigh. He eyes the dagger but doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he pulls his shirt over his head in one swift motion, showing off every delicious curve of his muscles. My gaze trails down his chest and abs before settling on the perfectly cut “v” with the small trail of hair that leads below his pants. My hands eagerly reach for the button on his pants to undo them.
“Look at you, Kitten, so eager to please,” Jamison whispers as he nibbles my ear lobe. I lean into him, moaning. Jonathan’s pants drop, leaving him in only a pair of silky black boxer briefs. He grabs me and picks me up and my legs immediately wrap around his torso as he carries me to his bedroom. I have the perfect view of Jamison unbuttoning his shirt as he trails behind us, watching our every move. My mouth waters as I watch him remove his shirt and pants to reveal an entirely inked body underneath. His muscles ripple, showing off every intricate design inked on him. My view is cut off by the sudden drop when Jonathan twists his body to fall flat on his back on his bed, making me straddle his waist in the process. His very hard length presses against my core, making me wiggle in anticipation as he grinds up against me.
“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are through my boxers,” Jonathan groans out as Jamison’s hands glide down my body from behind. He’s so fast I don’t realize he’s removed my dagger and sliced through my panties until he already has it placed back in its sheath. He removes my bra quickly, before pinching my nipples, sending electricity straight to my core and making me gasp out in surprise.
Jonathan eyes me with a smirk before grabbing me by my ass and hauling my body directly up to his face. He grins from below as I look down at him with a flush in my cheeks. “Don’t act shy now, Pretty Girl. We’ve been in this position before.”
I flush again before looking back over my shoulder to see Jamison completely naked and eyeing me hungrily. “Yeah, well usually there isn’t someone watching us either.”
Jamison’s eyes glitter. “Oh I don’t plan to just watch, Kitten. I fully intend to participate," he says as he stalks around the bed and climbs up on it. His dick juts out right in front of my face and he takes my jaw in his hand and guides me toward it. “Be a good girl and keep your mouth full while Jonathan makes sure you're nice and wet for us.”
“She’s dripping already,” Jonathan groans before yanking me down onto his face. I cry out in shock as his mouth connects with my pussy and he immediately slides his tongue inside me. My moans are muffled, when Jamison shoves his cock inside my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I can’t think straight as he ruthlessly fucks my face while Jonathan’s mouth devours me from below. All of my senses are completely overloaded. The feel of Jonathan’s fingers inside me and his mouth sucking on my clit send me over the edge and I moan out around Jamison’s dick as I come undone. He pulls from my mouth, running his thumb along my bottom lip while looking at me with…I’m not sure? Maybe adoration? If that’s even possible for him.
“Fuck, Kitten, you look so fucking sexy when you come apart like that.”
His words surprise me. He doesn’t normally compliment and I’m not sure how to take it. In any case, I don’t have time to evaluate his words as Jonathan grabs my hips and pulls me down towards his very erect dick and lifts me above him. He must have already removed his boxers because he’s now completely naked. He slides me down inch by inch slowly, like he’s savoring the way it feels.
“I love how tight and wet you are for me, Pretty Girl," he groans out while he bites his bottom lip. “But fuck, you are extra wet tonight.”
“Tell him, Kitten,” Jamison’s voice whispers in my ear from behind me suddenly. He pushes me down so I’m hovering above Jonathan, looking him directly in the eyes. “Tell my brother what a little slut you are.”
I look at Jonathan as he pumps himself leisurely in and out of me from below. He doesn’t look mad or jealous. The feel of slick lube pours down my ass crack and my eyes go wide as Jamison’s finger enters me from behind.
“Are you?” Jonathan asks, grabbing my jaw as I push back against Jamison’s now two fingers and I moan out uncontrollably. He squeezes, forcing my eyes open wide. I shake my head no as Jamison’s fingers pull out of me, leaving me wanting more.
He leans over my body and bites into my shoulder hard. I cry out in surprise. “Don’t fucking lie, Kitten. Show him what a good little slut you are. Only for us, though, right?” He notches the head of his dick against my ass and presses himself inside the smallest fraction, groaning out from behind me and squeezing my hips hard with both hands.
Jonathan stills below me. “Only for us, Pretty Girl?” he says, as he cups my jaw and leans up to kiss me. I’m at a loss for words, so I nod yes because I think I am. I will be whatever the hell these two want at this moment.
Jamison presses further inside me. “Fuck, you are so fucking tight,” I whine out and wriggle. I don’t know if I’m dying to stay or trying to get away.
“You’re doing so good, Pretty Girl. Look how well you are taking us both.” Jonathan whispers as he kisses me passionately.
“She’s barely fucking taking me. Don’t start praising her yet, brother,” Jamison grits out as he grabs my hair at the nape of my neck, holding me still while he pushes himself further inside.
Jonathan’s thumb swipes across my clit, sending a jolt through my body. “Fuck, fuck,” I whimper as he continues to rub me and I push back into Jamison, causing him to groan in surprise when he is fully seated inside me. He pulls me up toward him and wraps his hand around my neck, causing me to arch my back while he licks along my neck and plays with my nipple. Jonathan begins to pump in and out of me from below while still rubbing my clit. I don’t know what I’m even saying, but the sounds coming from my mouth cannot be anything more than mumbled nonsense. I’m complete putty in between both of these men. I can’t even think straight as Jamison pushes me back down on my hands and pumps himself inside me along with his brother. I don’t know what to do. I’m just along for the ride as my orgasm slams into me and I come around both men, clamping down hard. I cry out so loud, I’m sure the neighbors ten stories below can probably hear me.
“Holy shit,” Jonathan swears as he slams up inside me, filling me to the brim.
Jamison pumps furiously behind me and wraps his hand around to play with my already sensitive clit. “Be a good girl and come again for us. One more time baby, so we can feel you clamp down on us while we fill your ass and pussy with our cum.”
My eyes whip open. Not because of his dirty words, but because he just called me baby. I look down to see Jonathan smirking. “You heard my brother, Pretty Girl. Come for us.” At his words, I shatter between the both of them. I come so fucking hard, I almost black out. Both men pump and groan in unison as their orgasms rip through them and they slam inside me before stilling. I fall onto Jonathan while Jamison leans over me, breathing hard. That was fucking incredible. I mean sex was good with just one of them, but both of them, together, that was on another level entirely. They gently pull out, causing me to whimper at the loss of the feeling of having them both so close. I move to lay on my side next to Jonathan as he turns and peppers kisses along my face and jaw. “You’re so fucking perfect, Pretty Girl.”
Jamison leans over me as he picks me up bridal style. “He’s right, Kitten. You belong to us now.”
I’m so worn out I can’t even speak, so I just nod yes in agreement as I’m taken into the bathroom, where both men proceed to clean me up and pamper me. If this is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up…