Chapter Eleven #2
She shot him a look from under her lashes. “It took me longer than I thought it would to get it in,” she went on, and there was little quaver in her voice had the wolf baring his fangs again. “I think I used too much lube.”
“Too much?” Jesse echoed hoarsely.
She nodded. “It was so slippery, and the plug wasn’t as firm as I thought it would be. And my ass was really tight.”
“Tight,” Jesse repeated.
She nodded, flicking another glance at Knox, as though daring him to remember.
Oh, he remembered, all right. He remembered exactly. And the little witch knew it.
“What else?” he asked.
She blinked, confused. “What else?”
“What else do you want to do?” He took a step forward, crowding into her space. “You said you wanted to get spit roasted. Is that still true?”
Her mouth fell open, her cheeks flushed. “I…yes.”
“Do you want me to eat your ass again?”
Her eyes went dark and heavy. “Yes.”
“Do you want Jesse to fuck me? Me to fuck him? Him to suck my dick? Me to suck his?”
Her breath was coming fast, little pants that puffed out between her parted lips. “Yes.”
“Which?”
“All of it.” She licked her lips. “I want all of it.”
“What you’re asking for is more than we can do in one night. You know that, right?”
“I know.”
“And you need…practice.” He let the word hang there. “Practice taking dick with something in your ass.”
She swallowed so hard he heard the click. “Yes.”
“Practice taking dick in your mouth with something in your pussy.”
“Fuck, this is hot,” Jesse groaned from the floor.
“Yes,” she answered. “I need to practice.”
He nodded. “Are you aroused right now, Chloe?”
She looked at him with wild eyes, like are you fucking kidding me? But she nodded. “Yes.”
“You say yes a lot,” he said softly, and hoping he wasn’t making a mistake, lifted a hand to stroke her throat. “I like that.”
“Oh, my God,” she breathed.
“If you go back to your apartment right now, alone, are you going to masturbate?”
“Yes,” she croaked.
“No, you’re not. Because you’re not going back there alone.”
“Please, Jesus, let that mean what I think it means,” Jesse breathed.
Knox ignored him. “You’re not ready for both of us,” he told her, shaking his head at the protest that leapt into her eyes. “Not yet.”
“But—”
“Not yet,” he repeated. “Jesse?”
Jesse scrambled to his feet so fast he narrowly avoided rapping his head on the countertop. “Yeah?”
“Can you take Chloe back to her apartment and let her practice taking something in her pussy with something in her ass?”
“I really, really, can.”
“Chloe?” Knox raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t looked away from him for even a second. “Is that all right with you?”
She was silent for so long he was afraid he’d made a mistake.
“It’s okay if the answer is no, Chloe. You’re in charge here, remember?”
“I remember,” she said shakily. “It’s just…what about you?”
Amused, touched, he shook his head. “Don’t you worry, darling. I’ll be getting mine tomorrow.”
Relief and pleasure flooded her expression. “Okay.”
Unable to help himself, he leaned down to take her mouth in a quick kiss, teasing them both. “Go on with Jesse, now,” he whispered. “Let him make you feel good.”
She sighed into his mouth. “Yes.”
Chloe had absolutely no idea how they’d gotten from the empty apartment to hers, probably because Jesse was kissing her the whole time. He stopped when they hit the wall just inside her apartment and he accidentally bit her lip.
“Shit. Sorry.”
She licked her lip, tasted the tang of copper. “It’s okay.”
“Are you sure? You’re bleeding.”
“Fine,” she assured him breathlessly and dragged his mouth back to hers.
They slid along the wall, staggering into the living room. She aimed for the couch, but he shook his head. “Bedroom.”
“Okay,” she said agreeably and changed course.
She bumped into the door, bounced off the door frame, and dragged him inside. When her legs hit the end of the bed, she let go of him long enough to get rid of the sweatshirt, then reached for his T-shirt.
He stared at her bare breasts. “No bra?”
She wanted to smile at the croak in his voice, but she was too turned on. “I never bother with one at home.”
He lifted his arms so she could tug his shirt over his head. “You were wearing a pushup bra.”
She tossed the shirt aside and stroked his bare chest, humming with delight. “What?”
“That one time,” he said, then hissed out a breath. She’d found his nipples. “Shit, that feels good. Do it again.”
“Okay,” she agreed and did it again.
His groan was like music. “Fuck, where was I? Right. When Knox and I came over, the day we started construction.”
“What about it?” She wondered what his nipples would taste like, and decided to find out.
“You were— Oh, fuck, Chloe.” His hand fisted in her hair as she lapped at his nipple, scraped it with her teeth. “You were wearing a pushup bra that day.”
“Oh, that.” She switched to his other nipple. His hand tightened in her hair, and the little sting was fuel to the fire. “That was for your benefit.”
“I fucking knew it.” He tugged her head back, triumph glittering in his dark eyes. “I told Knox, but he didn’t believe me. You have to tell him I was right.”
“Later,” she promised and reached for his belt buckle.
“Okay,” he said and filled his hands with her breasts.
Pleasure streaked through her when he thumbed her nipples, and she fumbled his belt. “Don’t do that.”
“Why?”
“It’s distracting.” Concentrating, she managed to work the leather through the buckle. “I’m trying to do shit, here.”
“Me, too,” he murmured and bent to take her breast in his mouth.
She abandoned his pants to clutch at his shoulders. “Fine,” she gasped. “You do it.”
“I’m very good at multitasking,” he mumbled around her nipple. His hands bumped against her belly, and through the roaring in her ears she heard the clank of his buckle, the rasp of his zipper. “Shit.”
“What?”
“I forgot to take my boots off.”
Breathless with laughter, weak with lust, she shoved him back. He looked ridiculous, standing there with his pants around his ankles and his dick trying to punch a hole through his boxer briefs, but she didn’t care.
“You get yours, I’ll get mine,” she told him, and shoved her jeans and panties down.
Bent over trying to work his boots off, he stared. “How’d you do that so fast?”
“Stretchy jeans,” she said, her heart hitching a little at the look in his eyes. “Why did you stop?”
“Sorry.” He went back to work on his boots. “Got distracted by the view.”
“Multitask,” she instructed impatiently, and he grinned.
To keep from jumping him and banging him on the floor, boots be damned, she kicked free of her clothes and hurried around the bed to the nightstand where she’d stashed the condoms she’d picked up yesterday. She fumbled one out of the box, dropped it, and bent down to pick it up.
“It’s purple,” he blurted out behind her, and still bent over, she grinned.
She hadn’t completely forgotten the plug in her ass—really, how could she?—but it hadn’t been foremost on her mind until now.
Keeping her position—legs slightly apart, body bent forward at the waist, she angled her head to look at him. He stood at the foot of her bed in his boxer briefs and socks—and wasn’t that a look—staring at her ass like he’d just seen the promised land.
“Like it?” she asked and gave her ass a little shake.
“Baby,” he said, coming around the side of the bed to stand behind her. “I fucking love it.”
She started to rise, but he planted a hand on her back, holding her down. “Don’t stand up yet, I want to get a closer look.”
Heat stung her cheeks, whether from embarrassment or from her upside-down position, she wasn’t sure. “Why?”
“Because it’s fucking hot.” Hands on her waist, he sat on the bed. The mattress gave under his weight, putting his face at nearly plug level, and he wasted no time bending even lower so he was right…there.
“You got one with a narrow base,” he murmured while she squirmed, so close she could feel his breath on her thighs.
“I thought it would be more comfortable,” she explained, breathless from lung compression and lust. “So I could wear it longer.”
“Smart. And hot.” His hand slid over her ass, down to her thighs and back up again. “Fuck, Chloe, you’re so hot.”
His thumbs dipped between her cheeks and tugged them further apart. Cool air and warm breath danced over her pussy, and the pressure on her already stretched anus sent heat spiraling. “Jesse.”
“Fuck, I want to eat your cunt.”
Her cunt fluttered and pulsed at the words, but she shook her head. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I can do both.”
She stepped away and straightened, then turned to face him. “I don’t want to come empty again.”
“So fucking hot,” he repeated and stood. He kissed her, deep and wet, then raised his head to flash that wicked grin. “Give me the condom and get on the bed.”
She slapped it into his outstretched hand and scooted around him to climb onto the bed. She lay back, arranging herself on the pillows, then looked up when she heard the tearing of foil.
And her eyes went bug-wide.
He was standing beside the bed, rolling on the condom, and his dick was— “Oh, my God.”
“What?” he asked.
“Please tell me that Knox is not that thick,” she said hoarsely. “Or this whole anal thing is off the table.”
He looked down at his dick, then back at her, eyes laughing. “He’s not this thick.”
She closed her eyes in relief. “Thank God.”
“But he’s not exactly skinny.”
Her eyes popped open. “Define ‘not exactly’.”
He finished rolling on the condom and climbed onto the bed. “You’ll see. Got any lube?”
She looked down at the flood of moisture between her thighs, then back up at him. “Do you really think you need any?”
There was that wicked grin again. “Probably not, but I like to be prepared.”
“Night stand drawer,” she told him.
He reached over, yanked open the drawer, and pulled out her lube. He eyed the label, nodded approvingly, and squirted some into his palm. Stroking it over the condom, he knee-walked around until he was between her legs. “Ready?”