Chapter 21 Jade #2
I’ve never wanted intimacy like I do with them—to be touched and held, kissed and fucked.
Before them, sex was a means to an end, just another tool I used to keep the girls safe.
Now, I crave it and feel safe wanting it with them.
I know they would never be like those men, never treat me like they did, or use me.
Everything’s different now.
Trent’s fingers thread through my hair, not quite pulling as he guides my head back to expose my neck, his lips leaving a heated path on my skin. The heat of his lips goes right to my throbbing cunt as if he’s kissing a path to it.
It takes every ounce of self-control I didn’t know I had to stop myself from grinding into him, wanting to let him set our pace.
Not that it matters.
A second later, hands grip my ass, pressing me into him before pushing me forward, making us both moan at the friction.
My mind is hazy from the need, but not enough to realize something doesn’t add up.
“Fucking hell, Zan,” Trent groans, his voice low and husky, so different from his usual that it only makes my mind flood with more dirty thoughts.
Zander barks a laugh, his hands gripping and kneading my ass that he has yet to release. He’s not pressing me into Trent like he was before, but it’s still enough to make me rock forward with his movements, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering in need.
“I was just trying to help.” I don’t even need to see Zander to know he’s smiling like a madman. I can hear it in his words. “Besides, I was feeling a little left out, and can you blame me for needing to touch her when she's this close?”
Trent rolls his eyes and lets his head fall back on the pillow.
I press myself up on his chest, letting my legs fall to his sides to straddle his waist. His hand closes around the back of my neck, pulling me back down.
“Where do you think you're going?” he asks, and I arch a brow at him in question.
I was trying to give him an out here, but if that's not what he wants, I’m okay with that.
He smiles at me, leaning forward until our lips press together again, and I smile back against his lips as my eyes fall closed.
Zander once again presses my ass down and forward, but this time I follow his movements.
Trent didn’t seem upset when he did it before.
Actually, I’d say it was quite the opposite.
Soon his hands leave my ass, trailing over my hips before he pushes them up under my shirt to run over the bare skin of my stomach.
A shiver racks through me; feeling both of them like this sets my senses on fire.
“I think you like having both of us touching you, ready to please you, huh, Doll?” Zander asks close to my ear, and all I can do is nod, my voice lost with the need clouding my mind.
His hands stop their upward movement just shy of my breasts, and I let out a whine in protest.
I already know why he stopped, even before he tells me.
“Words, Doll,” he says, the demand clear and so unlike his usual playful, easygoing nature. I don’t mind bending to their wants and needs in the bedroom. Hell, so far, it’s made it better, getting to see them in a way the rest of the world doesn’t get.
“Yes,” I force the word out against Trent’s mouth, unwilling to pull away from him. “Please, I want you to touch me.” I clarify in a rush of words, even though he still doesn’t move.
“I know, Doll,” he says, sounding smug as fuck, but before I can reply, his hands move again, and I don’t care to. One of his hands palms my breast fully, while the other grips my nipple with just enough to leave me gasping.
It hurt, but I’ll be damned if I don’t want him to do it again. I don’t have to wait long before he switches, kneading the fleshy skin while assaulting my other nipple. This time, I’m ready and wanting, the pain and pleasure making me moan as my head lolls back.
“Whatever you're doing, she fucking loves it.” Trent pulls away from me to look at Zander with a wicked smile that promises pleasure. Pleasure I desperately want. I’ve never said I would choose one of them, and so far, they haven’t asked me to.
Imagining them like this is something I’ve daydreamed about, though I can’t say it was ever Trent.
Usually, my daydreams stray to Kratos and Rick or Rick and Zander.
Until just a few minutes ago, I was under the impression Trent didn’t really care for his old friends.
I’ve never been happier to be wrong in my life.
Zander’s hand climbs higher on my chest, and I watch as Trent tracks the movement below my shirt with greedy eyes. Seeing the need in his eyes is all the encouragement I need. In one swift move, I pull my shirt up over my head, letting it fall wherever the fuck it wants.
Trent’s pupils widen impossibly further, yet he still doesn’t touch me, hesitation winning out over his desire.
Can’t have that now, can we?
Reaching out, I grab his wrist, guiding his hand up to my throat. His fingers flex as he winds them around gently, and I see the darkness there. The desire to let it out. He’s not that different from Rick, pushing away who he really is, but at the same time, they couldn't be more opposite.
Rick owns his monster. He uses it to the best of his ability while still keeping it on a tight leash.
Trent, on the other hand, seems to hide his darker side so far away that I’m not even sure he realizes it's there. He stands for everything that’s supposed to be good, but you can be a monster and still do good.
I’ve done it my whole life.
I’ll just have to show him.
Rocking my hips again, I press down harder, watching his eyes fall closed, his nails biting into my skin. It only lasts a moment before he seems to realize what he’s doing. He pulls his hand away as if I’ve burned him, looking at me in panicked horror. Maybe he’s afraid he’ll run me off.
“She likes a little pain with the pleasure, man,” Zander says, leaning over my shoulder to look down at Trent before he drops an open-mouth kiss on my bare skin. “Besides, our girl’s a badass. If she didn’t like what you were doing, she’d stop you. I don’t think you could hurt her if you tried.”
As if to prove his point, Zander sinks his teeth into the skin he just kissed, and my eyes roll back into my head at the feeling. If I thought him pulling on my nipples was good, this is otherworldly.
I’m so fucking wet now that I’ll be shocked if I haven’t soaked through both mine and Trent’s shorts.
If I don’t get some relief soon, I might just explode.
The need for them to touch me is so strong that it’s all-consuming.
Trent’s fingers skim my neck tentatively, not gripping me like he did before, but gently resting around my throat as he tests either his response or my own. I want him to let loose the way I pushed Rick to, but Trent is his own person, and I’ll take anything right about now.
A needy moan rips its way out of my throat at the feel of both of them touching me again. Zander pulls away, wrapping my hair in his hand before pulling my head back far enough that I have to arch my back to follow his movements.
“See, man, she loves it,” he says with a chuckle as he holds me there, looking down at me, his eyes dark and mischievous.
I’m pressed so hard against Trent’s cock that I feel it twitch through his clothes, pressing into me enough to pull a desperate whine from my lips.
“Doesn’t she love it, Spence?” Zander asks, and my eyes dart to the door where Spencer stands.
Our eyes meet, and it’s like someone lit me on fire from the inside.
I knew he was there. He'd been standing watching us for a minute, but I didn’t want to draw attention to him.
Worried it would break the moment, either with him or with Trent.
Call me greedy, but I don’t know that I could handle it if either of them walked away right now.
“I think Trent could use a few pointers. Help him out a little?” Zander suggests, letting his hold on my hair loosen. Not that it matters. He could release me completely, and I’d still be stuck here with the way Spencer’s eyes hold me in place.